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Title: Just admit it
Prompt: Three little words (not "I love you")
Rating: T/M (?) for suggestive themes, bondage, swearing.
Pairing/Characters: Sanji/Zoro
Word Count: 300
Media: Fic
"Let me go."
"Wrong three words."
"Untie me now, or I'll kill you, stupid dartbrow!"
"That was nine. Can't count, marimo?"
Sanji watched in satisfaction as Zoro convulsed once more against his bonds, then fell back against the deck, panting. "You know that if you hadn't used the cords from my katana, you'd be mincemeat by now, idiot cook."
"Well, of course. I'm no idiot," Sanji smiled. There was a good reason he'd bypassed the more readily-available rigging rope and risked Zoro's wrath by messing with his swords. He took a leisurely draw on his cigarette. "You know, this really is peaceful," he said, tilting his head back and exhaling the smoke into the clear blue sky above. "We should peace-tie you more often."
"And what if someone comes out here and sees us?" Zoro demanded.
"Fine by me, I'm not the one sprawled half-naked across the stern," Sanji shrugged. "Besides, you know the magic words, Zoro. All you have to do is to say them. Just three little words."
"You're an asshole."
"Wrong. And an insult, too. That calls for punishment, don't you think?" Sanji said lightly, cinching the knots tighter.
"Fuck," Zoro groaned. He was nearing his limits, Sanji knew - he'd been a glad hand with knots ever since his stint on the Orbit, and he hadn't felt particularly inclined to be merciful.
"I hate you," Zoro gasped.
"Wrong again," Sanji crooned, tugging the bonds tighter still. After all, he reasoned, if Zoro's pride wouldn't allow him to take an easy surrender, he'd just have to make it a hard one.
It was working. Zoro was visibly struggling now, between pain and his most precious possessions, between pride and honesty.
Finally, pride gave out.
"Fine. It was good," Zoro admitted. "You were good. Satisfied, now?"
Sanji considered. "Close enough, marimo," he allowed, grinning, and leaned forward to reward the swordsman with his release.
Prompt: Three little words (not "I love you")
Rating: T/M (?) for suggestive themes, bondage, swearing.
Pairing/Characters: Sanji/Zoro
Word Count: 300
Media: Fic
"Let me go."
"Wrong three words."
"Untie me now, or I'll kill you, stupid dartbrow!"
"That was nine. Can't count, marimo?"
Sanji watched in satisfaction as Zoro convulsed once more against his bonds, then fell back against the deck, panting. "You know that if you hadn't used the cords from my katana, you'd be mincemeat by now, idiot cook."
"Well, of course. I'm no idiot," Sanji smiled. There was a good reason he'd bypassed the more readily-available rigging rope and risked Zoro's wrath by messing with his swords. He took a leisurely draw on his cigarette. "You know, this really is peaceful," he said, tilting his head back and exhaling the smoke into the clear blue sky above. "We should peace-tie you more often."
"And what if someone comes out here and sees us?" Zoro demanded.
"Fine by me, I'm not the one sprawled half-naked across the stern," Sanji shrugged. "Besides, you know the magic words, Zoro. All you have to do is to say them. Just three little words."
"You're an asshole."
"Wrong. And an insult, too. That calls for punishment, don't you think?" Sanji said lightly, cinching the knots tighter.
"Fuck," Zoro groaned. He was nearing his limits, Sanji knew - he'd been a glad hand with knots ever since his stint on the Orbit, and he hadn't felt particularly inclined to be merciful.
"I hate you," Zoro gasped.
"Wrong again," Sanji crooned, tugging the bonds tighter still. After all, he reasoned, if Zoro's pride wouldn't allow him to take an easy surrender, he'd just have to make it a hard one.
It was working. Zoro was visibly struggling now, between pain and his most precious possessions, between pride and honesty.
Finally, pride gave out.
"Fine. It was good," Zoro admitted. "You were good. Satisfied, now?"
Sanji considered. "Close enough, marimo," he allowed, grinning, and leaned forward to reward the swordsman with his release.