moe81 | It's just...bendy

Title: Early Morning Voyeurism

Rating: MA? R? Hard something or other? ~~No pun intended~~

Pairing: Zoro à Sanji

A/N: I blame Sybile… Damn Yoga pic
After Edit: After this was done, I was presented with another piece from Sybile. *keyboard mashes to the extreme* Early Morning Fantasy

Zoro watched in fascination as the blond stretched, his body twisting and turning in impossible positions. Zoro could have sworn that his daily routine had gotten bendier and more complex. The rising sun touched loose strands and turned the curly brow all shiny and looking like a new toy, ready to be opened and played with.

Zoro closed his eyes and fisted a hand through his hair. Bad thoughts needed to be banished to the lower depths of his mind and never touched again, but the image of long legs and toned torso behind his lids told him otherwise. Why did he do this to himself?

Every morning it was the same thing. Get up, train, finish in less time than he was supposed to and quietly make his way to the only vantage point he had to watch from, where the cook moved and flexed his body into contortions that Zoro could only dream about. And dream he did. Night after night, lithe legs wrapped around him, arms reaching for places that weren’t meant to be reached, the jut of a hipbone against his stomach as long talented fingers searched, touched, stroked…and then he would wake up, blood rushing in his veins, head full of images and a problem he wanted someone else to take care of for him.

He opened one eye and stared. That…wasn’t possible. In half, backwards and the leg… the leg in the air and… Zoro sucked in air through his clenched teeth. Lean stomach was bared to the light and dips and lines were displayed to the whole damn world. Zoro leaned forward and hissed harshly as his erection pressed against the rail. His hands gripped the wood firmly and he was sure he could feel splinters digging their way under his skin. His gaze narrowed to a pinpoint as he tracked pale skin that rose and fell with each breath.

He wanted to touch. He wanted to feel the slide of skin under his hands, imprisoning that body in an unnatural position where he could kneel before the blond and take everything, feel everything, taste everything.

Taste.

He wanted to run his tongue across defined muscle, enjoy the salty taste of a hard worked body. He wanted to hear harsh panting as his teeth scraped protruding hips and his tongue delved into a navel. He wanted to hear little pleading noises as his lips caressed skin above the waistband and his nose nudged it lower, his heavy breath stirring the fine trail of gold and oh, did he want to follow the little yellow path.

The feel of his nails dragging over heated skin as fingers pulled the material lower, exposing hard flesh and his mouth taking it. Listen to whining as his tongue worked along the pulsing vein, throat opening to swallow the entire length and his nose buried at the base, inhaling sweat, musk, male…Sanji.

He wanted to get closer. Hand grasping a firm ass and arm wrapping around tightly wound thigh, dragging him closer as he sucked, swallowed, teased, moaned…spoke. To feel the vibration of his words touching every part of the body under his, hear the sharp intake and feel the wet of saliva as a mouth worked his covered erection. Damp through two layers of cloth and a hand worked its way under his haramaki, tugging at the clasps to his pants, deft fingers diving inside and wrapping around him.

Zoro shuddered and pressed himself against the rail harder as he rode out his climax, images of the two them burned behind his retinas. His pulse continued to race and he found himself unable to tear his eyes from the cook as he unfolded from his position and shook himself out, hair flicking back and sunlight catching it again.

His eyes followed the movement of the blond when he reached for and lit a cigarette, placing it between his lips and taking a drag. Zoro bit his lip to stop a moan from escaping. He listened as bare feet tread their way to the galley and the door was shut quietly.

He released a shaky breath and knelt on the deck, head pressed to his hands, trying to realign his senses to their normal state. Several minutes passed until he was able to climb to his feet and by then, he could hear Luffy flinging himself against the walls vying for food.

Zoro moved to the rigging and with a last look at the galley door, sent himself speeding to the crows nest, prepared to train his body and his mind for another round of playing voyeur to the cook’s morning routine.