"Damnit, Luffy, you said you had a plan!" PART 2
anonymous
September 17 2008, 14:32:35 UTC
“Come on, Zoro, let’s do it!”
“Give it up, Luffy. That idiot will never go along with it.”
“Whaaat? But we haven’t even tried yet! Come on, don’t be boring!”
“Che. I don’t see why I should do that curly guy any favours. And I’m telling you, he won’t say yes, anyway.”
“Heheh, maybe not. But wouldn’t it be fun if he did?”
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Sanji yawned as he climbed down from the crow’s nest, happy that his early night watch was finally over so he could get some rest before it was time to get up and start breakfast.
A few days had passed since that horrible day, and things had, against his expectations, returned more or less to normal. The effect of the beam had worn off, and Sanji’s world hadn’t ceased to exist when his secret was revealed. And as far as he knew, nobody else had been let in on his secret. That marimo-bastard hadn’t decided to use the information against him, not even as a way to rile him up when he came looking for a fight, was completely unexpected. And Luffy actually being able to keep a secret? The thought had never even crossed his mind before.
But as normal as things seemed, Sanji had noticed some slight changes in their behaviour towards him. Suddenly, Luffy was everywhere, and some of the time he wasn’t even begging for food. Just staring and smiling whenever he noticed that Sanji had seen him. It was creepy. And the shit-swordsman? He had suddenly decided to make Sanji’s days more difficult by not using his swords when he came to pick a fight, throwing himself at him and wrestling him to the floor instead. And he came at him without a fucking shirt more often than not, a fact that was giving Sanji some trouble. Because no matter how much he loved women, a body was a body, and pressing a half naked one into the floor still gave Sanji pants-problems, even if it was the shitty marimo.
He yawned again and opened the hatch leading down to the men’s bunk, but before he had time to climb down, Luffy popped up from the darkness, startling him. The boy pressed a hand over Sanji‘s lips to silence his surprised yell, and before the cook had time to gather his scattered wits, Luffy had grabbed his wrist and started dragging him away.
“Come on, Sanji! This is gonna be awesome!”
“Hey, what, wait! Where are we going?” Sanji asked, not at all in the mood for his captain’s antics, but truly afraid that he would lose a hand if he resisted too hard, Luffy‘s grip on his wrist more like iron than rubber. Luffy only laughed and grinned his toothy grin, but Sanji got his answer anyway as Luffy yanked the door to the galley open and pushed him inside.
“What the… hell?”
Briefly wondering why he hadn’t noticed that there was light coming from the galley windows, Sanji’s brain boggled at the scene presented before him. There was Zoro, seemingly not bothered by the fact that he was completely naked. Two burning lanterns turned his skin a golden colour and painted deep shadows on his body that accentuated his muscular build, instantly drawing Sanji‘s mind to recurring thoughts he wished he‘d never had. He was stretched out on his back on a pile of blankets, head pillowed on his arms and a scarred ankle resting over one bent knee. He levered himself up on his elbows as Luffy closed the door behind them and tilted his head to look at Sanji.
“Yo, pervert cook.”
Sanji gaped at him.
“What… what the hell are you doing in my galley you… you…!”
“We’re gonna have sex,” Luffy informed him simply as he bounded over to the table to put Hat down somewhere safe.
“You wanna join us, Sanji?”
Now it was Luffy’s time to be gaped at. Was he serious? Hell, was this even real? Maybe he’d fallen asleep up in the crow’s nest? The whole situation felt too much like Sanji’s guilty fantasies to possibly be anything but a dream brought on by the shortage of (available) female company lately. But if it was a dream, surely he wouldn’t be standing there gaping at Luffy while his heart tried to hammer its way out of his chest? Not when there was a big hunk of naked marimo on the floor.
“Give it up, Luffy. That idiot will never go along with it.”
“Whaaat? But we haven’t even tried yet! Come on, don’t be boring!”
“Che. I don’t see why I should do that curly guy any favours. And I’m telling you, he won’t say yes, anyway.”
“Heheh, maybe not. But wouldn’t it be fun if he did?”
-----
Sanji yawned as he climbed down from the crow’s nest, happy that his early night watch was finally over so he could get some rest before it was time to get up and start breakfast.
A few days had passed since that horrible day, and things had, against his expectations, returned more or less to normal. The effect of the beam had worn off, and Sanji’s world hadn’t ceased to exist when his secret was revealed. And as far as he knew, nobody else had been let in on his secret. That marimo-bastard hadn’t decided to use the information against him, not even as a way to rile him up when he came looking for a fight, was completely unexpected. And Luffy actually being able to keep a secret? The thought had never even crossed his mind before.
But as normal as things seemed, Sanji had noticed some slight changes in their behaviour towards him. Suddenly, Luffy was everywhere, and some of the time he wasn’t even begging for food. Just staring and smiling whenever he noticed that Sanji had seen him. It was creepy. And the shit-swordsman? He had suddenly decided to make Sanji’s days more difficult by not using his swords when he came to pick a fight, throwing himself at him and wrestling him to the floor instead. And he came at him without a fucking shirt more often than not, a fact that was giving Sanji some trouble. Because no matter how much he loved women, a body was a body, and pressing a half naked one into the floor still gave Sanji pants-problems, even if it was the shitty marimo.
He yawned again and opened the hatch leading down to the men’s bunk, but before he had time to climb down, Luffy popped up from the darkness, startling him. The boy pressed a hand over Sanji‘s lips to silence his surprised yell, and before the cook had time to gather his scattered wits, Luffy had grabbed his wrist and started dragging him away.
“Come on, Sanji! This is gonna be awesome!”
“Hey, what, wait! Where are we going?” Sanji asked, not at all in the mood for his captain’s antics, but truly afraid that he would lose a hand if he resisted too hard, Luffy‘s grip on his wrist more like iron than rubber. Luffy only laughed and grinned his toothy grin, but Sanji got his answer anyway as Luffy yanked the door to the galley open and pushed him inside.
“What the… hell?”
Briefly wondering why he hadn’t noticed that there was light coming from the galley windows, Sanji’s brain boggled at the scene presented before him. There was Zoro, seemingly not bothered by the fact that he was completely naked. Two burning lanterns turned his skin a golden colour and painted deep shadows on his body that accentuated his muscular build, instantly drawing Sanji‘s mind to recurring thoughts he wished he‘d never had. He was stretched out on his back on a pile of blankets, head pillowed on his arms and a scarred ankle resting over one bent knee. He levered himself up on his elbows as Luffy closed the door behind them and tilted his head to look at Sanji.
“Yo, pervert cook.”
Sanji gaped at him.
“What… what the hell are you doing in my galley you… you…!”
“We’re gonna have sex,” Luffy informed him simply as he bounded over to the table to put Hat down somewhere safe.
“You wanna join us, Sanji?”
Now it was Luffy’s time to be gaped at. Was he serious? Hell, was this even real? Maybe he’d fallen asleep up in the crow’s nest? The whole situation felt too much like Sanji’s guilty fantasies to possibly be anything but a dream brought on by the shortage of (available) female company lately. But if it was a dream, surely he wouldn’t be standing there gaping at Luffy while his heart tried to hammer its way out of his chest? Not when there was a big hunk of naked marimo on the floor.
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