More Breaking AU, but without breakdancing! Yaaay~
Title: “He's mine!”
Character(s): Zoro/Sanji
Words: 1014
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimers: One Piece belongs to Oda-sensei, and this whole project is inspired by sybile
A/N: The eleventh instalment in my and greensan 's breakdance AU.
Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five. Part six. Part seven. Part eight. Part nine. Part ten.
How come he hadn't done this weeks ago? It was everything he had fantasized it to be and even more. The blond's lips were impossibly smooth, and the danced along with his own as Sanji kissed him back. Fireworks shot up his spine and exploded everywhere in his body. He wanted more, and when the thought hit him that he was free to take more, he smiled into the kiss. Sanji was caught off guard for a second when Zoro's lips curled upwards and the green haired teen took he opportunity to sneak his tongue in between those wonderful lips.
He hummed approvingly at the tasted that flooded into his mouth. The lingering smoke was still there from Sanji's last cigarette, but underneath the layer of nicotine, a faint hint of oranges could be tasted. His hands had since long left Sanji's shoulder and was currently exploring every detail of the other man. He wanted as much as he could get, before this moment passed.
He was rewarded with soft moans when he carefully sank his teeth into Sanji's sensitive throat, sucking to make sure he was leaving a mark. He heard the other mumble something about vampires, but he ignored it. The front of his pants were getting tighter as more sounds escaped, and he fell into the moment as he put his hands down the blond's back pockets and pressed their bodies together. His eyes closed slowly as the pleasure increased, and judging by the loud moan Sanji made, there were two of them enjoying this.
Suddenly, it was over. Sanji's body went stale in his arms and his erection, well, not so very stale. He felt the thin frame shiver and uttered:
“Oi, Sanji, what's the problem?”
Then, Sanji slammed him against the wall. Zoro would have grinned at the man's action if there hadn't been a pot plant flying down where his head had been moments ago. He shoved Sanji behind his back and ignored his huffings about not needing any shitty protection, idiot marimo, and looked up. Up on the balcony where he had been a mere minute ago, a dirty man was standing glaring at the couple. His build was similar to Sanji's, but less muscular. The man seemed staved, but Zoro wasn't sure if that was part of his Halloween costume or not, but the big wounds covering his entire left side was looking like they had been a hell make. His mind drifting of for a second, he thought that Usopp would probably love to meet the dirty man's make up artist.
“What the hell are you doing, idiot?”, Zoro growled. “Someone could have been hurt!”
“Get away from him”, the man hissed and looked at Zoro with dark eyes from under his head band. “He's mine!”
“The fuck?” Zoro spun around, facing Sanji. “You're already dating someone?!”
The panic in Sanji's eyes was making Zoro's brow frown. So the perfect catch was already taken? Well, he wasn't so perfect if he fooled around with others when his boyfriend was at the same party. Why hadn't Zoro seen them together before?
A thump was hear from behind, the man jumping down and landing on the ground.
“We're not together any more! Gah, it's complicated! I'll explain later.”, Sanji rambled and pressed Zoro's shoulders down towards the ground. “But for now, duck!”
Looking up from his crouching position, he caught a glimpse of Sanji slamming his leg into the torso of the man, sending both of them flying and ending in a somersault. Zoro caught a glimpse of something metal sparkling in the moonlight before it swished down with increasing speed towards Sanji's face, but they stopped just before they smashed the blond's face.
Instead, the man focused his anger on Zoro, suddenly making the green haired werewolf wish he would have dressed up as something were he could have brought his swords with him. Even if the maniac had spared Sanji, he didn't seem so keen on giving any mercy to Zoro.
Zoro did his best defending himself barehanded, but seeing that it was an impossible task, he picked up a large shovel left behind in the garden, trying to fence with the clumsy weapon.
“What the hell is your problem?”, he shouted in the other's face, as he started getting properly pissed off.
“He's mine!”, the man repeated, eyes blood shot and his tonfas hitting the shovel's handle repeatingly. “Nobody is allowed to touch him. He's mine!”
“He said he isn't yours any more, so you can't blame me for claiming him, can you?” Zoro was only met by a growl.
As Zoro backed away, he was surprised over the man's strength. Who was he? The metallic weapons was swung with expertise and strength, so they weren't a part of his costume, what ever he now was supposed to be. Looking closer at the huge wound covering half of his body, Zoro's eyes widened. Make up wasn't supposed to bleed for real, was it? A real wound that big would kill a man if it was real! There was something strange with this man, that was for sure...
Zoro continued holding back his attacker, both of them ignoring Sanji, who had gotten back on his legs after the attack. He was currently focusing his energy on their enemy, and when he muttered a few words Zoro found himself fighting thin air.
Something was strange all right. Normal people didn't vanish like that, well, nobody did. Add the blood, the weapons and the obsession for Sanji, something was too strange for Zoro's taste. He looked over as the panting Sanji who had spread his limbs over the grass, looking exhausted. His brow still furrowed, Zoro lied down beside the blond, looking up at the stars and the clouds passing them. Minutes passed, and Sanji's breathing begun to become more even.
“You know, you have a hell of a lot explanations to do later?”, Zoro muttered.
Sanji just nodded and clasped Zoro's hand
Part twelve, by greensan