No, they've been waiting for this.
Title: Finally? Let's not end there...
Character(s): Zoro/Sanji
Words: 701 words
Rating: T
Disclaimers: One Piece belongs to Oda-sensei, and this whole project is inspired by sybile
A/N: The tenth installment in my and slowsunrise's breakdance AU.
How big an idiot could you become? That question repeated itself inside Sanji's blonde head over and over again as he puffed on his cigarette out in the fresh air to cool himself down. Ace had looked at him almost like he'd grown a second head before he had told him that he was just talking to himself, a lie he had gotten so used to tell that it flew over his lips like running water.
But after that he had all but ran out through an open door, claiming that he didn't want to give any of the lovely ladies a cough by smoking inside, he were pretty sure that he had gotten some more weird looks. It were then (to avoid thinking about the embarrassment) he'd started to think about that he hadn't seen the marimo anywhere after he had gone to kill Shanks. Luckily, Kuina had also noticed and told him to wait outside and she would bring the idiot to him, how she now would do that, being invisible to normal people and everything.
And now he had been standing out there for more than ten minutes, had he gone of to the sea or what? With a sigh, he looked to his left. And he had not really been expecting the sight which he were greeted by, namely the sight of Zoro climbing down the drain pipe from the balcony above him.
As the moron jumped down to the firm ground, the blonde couldn't help but to ask him: “Marimo? What the heck are you doing?” Then he didn't get any reply, as he were pulled forward by his shoulders by strong hands which didn't seem too keen of letting go. Not that he complained about it at this moment, when their lips finally connected.
With a silent approving sound, he kissed those firm lips back as he sneaked his arms up and over Zoro's shoulders, forcing him to drop his hands from Sanji's own shoulders down to his waist, where they quickly found his hips. Thumbs started to draw slow circles just above his belt, sending small electric sparks rushing though Sanji's stomach and back to his spine, travelling up and making his head lightly dizzy. But what really did it, were when the green haired teen's tongue sneaked past his lips, stroking against his own.
He tasted fresh, a hint of beer but his own taste shone through like steel as he deepened the kiss, invaded the blonde's mouth. Hands moved from hips to back and rear, fingers touching and feeling when he seemed to try and memorize every little muscle and detail, earning low moans from Sanji's throat. Who found himself loosing that control he'd learned to put on himself, as he pressed even closer to the taller man.
And maybe because of that, he didn't notice what were happening above them, as Kuina snickered and silently wished them good luck. The feeling of Zoro ending the kiss to sink his mouth down to Sanji's neck were kind of distracting him, as he felt teeth graze his sensitive skin. The dizziness only increased when teeth were joined by wet lips and tongue and suction...
"Oi, marimo, 'm supposed to be the vamp- Ah...!"
A snicker, and then the feelings of heat and tightness started to flood his mind as both of the marimo's hands sneaked down into his back pockets and pressed their pelvises together. He could feel their half-hard erection brush against each other and the sensation brought another moan from his lips as he leaned his head back so that the idiot could get to more of his neck.
It were then he saw it, his vision somewhat blurry but as he blinked in shock it became clear; Kuina were no longer up there, instead there were a ghost dressed in a dirty headband with bags beneath his eyes, his old sweater ripped and ragged. A ghost he knew all too well. But that wasn't what chilled him down to his bones, made his whole body rigid and sent his erection down like an overripe fruit.
"Oi, Sanji, what's the problem?"
It were the fact that that ghost were solid.
Character(s): Zoro/Sanji
Words: 701 words
Rating: T
Disclaimers: One Piece belongs to Oda-sensei, and this whole project is inspired by sybile
A/N: The tenth installment in my and slowsunrise's breakdance AU.
How big an idiot could you become? That question repeated itself inside Sanji's blonde head over and over again as he puffed on his cigarette out in the fresh air to cool himself down. Ace had looked at him almost like he'd grown a second head before he had told him that he was just talking to himself, a lie he had gotten so used to tell that it flew over his lips like running water.
But after that he had all but ran out through an open door, claiming that he didn't want to give any of the lovely ladies a cough by smoking inside, he were pretty sure that he had gotten some more weird looks. It were then (to avoid thinking about the embarrassment) he'd started to think about that he hadn't seen the marimo anywhere after he had gone to kill Shanks. Luckily, Kuina had also noticed and told him to wait outside and she would bring the idiot to him, how she now would do that, being invisible to normal people and everything.
And now he had been standing out there for more than ten minutes, had he gone of to the sea or what? With a sigh, he looked to his left. And he had not really been expecting the sight which he were greeted by, namely the sight of Zoro climbing down the drain pipe from the balcony above him.
As the moron jumped down to the firm ground, the blonde couldn't help but to ask him: “Marimo? What the heck are you doing?” Then he didn't get any reply, as he were pulled forward by his shoulders by strong hands which didn't seem too keen of letting go. Not that he complained about it at this moment, when their lips finally connected.
With a silent approving sound, he kissed those firm lips back as he sneaked his arms up and over Zoro's shoulders, forcing him to drop his hands from Sanji's own shoulders down to his waist, where they quickly found his hips. Thumbs started to draw slow circles just above his belt, sending small electric sparks rushing though Sanji's stomach and back to his spine, travelling up and making his head lightly dizzy. But what really did it, were when the green haired teen's tongue sneaked past his lips, stroking against his own.
He tasted fresh, a hint of beer but his own taste shone through like steel as he deepened the kiss, invaded the blonde's mouth. Hands moved from hips to back and rear, fingers touching and feeling when he seemed to try and memorize every little muscle and detail, earning low moans from Sanji's throat. Who found himself loosing that control he'd learned to put on himself, as he pressed even closer to the taller man.
And maybe because of that, he didn't notice what were happening above them, as Kuina snickered and silently wished them good luck. The feeling of Zoro ending the kiss to sink his mouth down to Sanji's neck were kind of distracting him, as he felt teeth graze his sensitive skin. The dizziness only increased when teeth were joined by wet lips and tongue and suction...
"Oi, marimo, 'm supposed to be the vamp- Ah...!"
A snicker, and then the feelings of heat and tightness started to flood his mind as both of the marimo's hands sneaked down into his back pockets and pressed their pelvises together. He could feel their half-hard erection brush against each other and the sensation brought another moan from his lips as he leaned his head back so that the idiot could get to more of his neck.
It were then he saw it, his vision somewhat blurry but as he blinked in shock it became clear; Kuina were no longer up there, instead there were a ghost dressed in a dirty headband with bags beneath his eyes, his old sweater ripped and ragged. A ghost he knew all too well. But that wasn't what chilled him down to his bones, made his whole body rigid and sent his erection down like an overripe fruit.
"Oi, Sanji, what's the problem?"
It were the fact that that ghost were solid.