HUNGRY EYES
ONE PIECE
TITLE: HUNGRY EYES.
AUTHOR: mr_redrum
PAIRING: ZoroxSanji, with a usual performance by Usopp.
WARNING: NC-17
Notes: Anyway, kinda forgot to also post this at my own journal, back then.Since, this morning I have a little bit time, I thought I post it, now. This one was beta-sudden by my friend through sms, ayu-chan. Sorry for my f-list who already read this before, for the spamming. And also I cross-posted this at onepieceyaoi100. Thank you.
He didn’t mean to interrupt them. Uh huh. No way in hell. All just pure coinsidence.
He woke up from his sleep in the middle of the night to take a piss, only by the great warrior luck, to find two of his nakama engaging in somekind of horizontal battle against the kitchen counter. A pure coinsidence too, that this is not his first time witnessing them doing it. The only different is, this time, while still impaling inside the cook, the swordman ever so calmly using his index finger ordering him to sit at the kitchen corner, wait for them to finished.
He meant to say no and run. But the predatory look that the swordman gave the cook, somehow channeling through the air right into his belly button. Unconciously, he swallowed his saliva. And pinned his eyes to the sight in front of him.
Sweats lingering, pants echoing. Bodies moving, and…and eyes hunting. It spoke longing, fighting and wanting. Somehow, it makes him believes, that when this is over, he’ll have an endless haunting dream about those hungry eyes.
When they’re finished, he can feel that both of them were not the only people inside the room that glistened by sweats. Trying to calm himself down, he almost choked in his first words,
”…Uhm…So, is this the part when I should be the one who suddenly found out about you guys not so innocent adventure in the middle of the night, then almost died of heart attack because of it, but soon after the shocked settled, somehow I always survive to tell the story?”
The feral looks already gone, changes into somekind of mischief grins in the swordman’s face.
”…Yeah, sure. It’s just you have to cut the crap about the not so innocent part of it when
you tell the story. That off course, if you want to live to tell the story…”
”Wait, marimo. That’s just like saying that what we just both did are a crap, asshole!”
”No, it was'nt. You must be coincidentally fried your brain ‘cause I fucked you near the stove, shit-cook”
“It wasn’t even lit, muscle-head!”
He sighed to watch them back in their more less not so innocent brawling, took the opportunity to leave the kitchen. Thinking that there’s no need anyway for him to tell the story about them in the morning, since both of them always so loud to wake up everyone else on Thousand Sunny. Soon, everyone will found out about it by themselves.
Take a last glance before out stepping the kitchen door, caught that instead of kicking it, the cook’s leg are tangled with the swordman’s leg, drifting them both to the kitchen floor, he froze for a second.
Aware that tonight he’ll sleep alone in his bunk bed again; he re-thinking, that he may be haunted by dream about hungry eyes, after all. Only in the end, the hungry eyes dont belong to the swordman nor the cook. It belongs to him. And it spoke jealousy.