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moe81Title: My Shirt
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Because the over-sized shirt is such a source of happiness to Sybile and I have an unhealthy obsession for this pairing. I also have Addicted by Saving Abel stuck in my head. I'm blaming it on all those things. Yeah. Shifting all the blame. <_<
A/N 2: It was mentioned – well, often – about Sanji’s eyebrow having certain properties, maybe being similar to Hetalia
He stared. He couldn't really help it. The situation was somewhat surreal and just a little bit hot. A lot hot. In fact, Zoro was pretty sure the temperature in the room had soared to ridiculous proportions. Sanji - the perverted love cook, the curly brow - was wearing his shirt and it was clearly too big for him. The sleeves had been rolled back over his wrists, it hung loose around his torso and his shoulders were that much narrower. Zoro's clothing had been abducted and he couldn't really find a reason to complain. Maybe he should argue, just on principle. Maybe if the cook moved into a handstand and launched a kick at him, the cloth would fall back and bare his chest. Maybe Zoro could lick... His haramaki dropped from his limp fingers and he blinked, the mental image burning into his brain. Right. Arguing.
"Oi."
Sanji glanced up from the book in his hands, clearly unconcerned about the fact that he'd stolen someone else's property. That curly eyebrow was raised at him and Zoro felt the inexplicable urge to touch it. He licked his lips and his hand twitched in the cook's direction.
Nothing more was said and Sanji rolled his eyes before turning back to his book. Zoro felt somewhat affronted at the dismissal. He stalked forward and loomed over the cook, hands itching to draw his swords. Sanji levelled his gaze at him and Zoro felt that same urge to just...touch.
"Oi." He kicked at one long leg and was disgruntled by the lack of response. What the hell was it going to take? Maybe he needed to get even closer. He wrapped his fingers in the front of the offending cloth and hauled Sanji to his feet. The white wool was soft in his hands and the press of hard muscle against his knuckles was a little distracting. Did it usually feel that soft? He frowned and tried to remember what he'd been doing.
Soft. Shirt. His shirt. He growled at the blond, still a little startled by his actions. "My shirt."
An exasperated sigh and the low voice washed over him. "It's a sweater, dumbass."
Sanji brushed his hands off and continued reading. That must be a hell of a book. Zoro was definitely feeling irritated. The one time he wanted attention for something other than a fight and he was being blown off.
"It's mine...and you're wearing it." Oh yes, he was certainly eloquent today. Sanji didn't seem to find it necessary to respond.
Zoro reached out and touched the neckline, his fingertips grazing warm skin. The cook looked unaffected, turning to the next page in his book, but Zoro was sure he'd felt a shiver go through the other man. The answering curl of excitement riding up his spine was damn sure of it.
He placed his hand on Sanji's chest and felt the steady 'thump thump' of his heart. His other hand moved, brushing along the sharp jaw line and over a cool cheek. He paused for a moment and then finally gave in to the temptation, alighting on the curly enigma. Sanji's eyes shot to his.
His finger traced the hypnotic swirl and he watched pink bloom in Sanji's cheeks. He leaned forward, lips parted and Sanji's breath hitched as he moved to meet him. Zoro shifted his head to the side and licked Sanji's cheek, cutting off the whimpered protest. A tentative touch of his lips to the cook's eyebrow and the heartbeat under his palm sped up. His lips closed over the curl and he tugged at it.
A muffled thump as the book fell to the floor. Sanji's face flooded red, the blush disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt. Zoro backed the cook into the wall, wedging a knee between his thighs. The blond panted and grinded his lower body into Zoro's. Zoro responded, even as his tongue continued its molestation and stretched the little hair, curling it around and doing it again when the cook moaned.
He slipped his fingers under the shirt and they slid over warm skin. He moved lightly, skimming over the warmth and causing Sanji's breath to hitch. Over the ribs, a quick flick to hard nipples and sliding around and over the back; down the spine where fingers traced at the residual scar and settling on bony hips.
Sanji clenched his fingers his Zoro's shirt front and dragged him in for another heated kiss. Zoro's head began to swim; he felt lightheaded as strong fingers buried in his hair and pulled on it, angling both their mouths and pushing the kiss deeper. He pushed back; a soft thump as Sanji's head connected with the wood.
There were several loud thunks as shoes were toed off and Sanji wrapped a leg around Zoro, digging a heel into his ass. Zoro pressed forward, crushing Sanji against the wall. He twisted his hips, the hard line of his cock rubbing over Sanji's. They panted into each others mouths, the kiss nothing more than a mating of their tongues; heat, flesh, saliva.
The sound of cloth ripping echoed in the bunk room and Zoro felt his shirt give away. He growled at the destruction before palming Sanji's ass and picking him up. The other long leg wrapped around him and blunt teeth sunk into his neck. White spots danced in front of his eyes as his arousal hit another level, his blood pounding through him.
It was several steps to the bunks - it seemed so far away - and he wanted to throw the cook down and rip into him. It was the shirt. It was driving him nuts. He resorted to dropping him, white fluttering in the air then settling on the pale skin and leaving a small strip of naked flesh above green pants.
He swallowed hard against the urge to dive under the material and devour the other man whole. He flicked the button of the tight pants open, palming the hard flesh through the material. The cook groaned and he pulled the zip apart, slipped his fingers under the waist band and dragged the pants down, pleasantly surprised at the lack of heart-printed boxers. The pants were thrown into a random corner and promptly forgotten.
He grabbed at the right foot and planted a kiss on the bottom of it. There was a sigh from Sanji and he took it that he was allowed to continue. He gave the appendage a look, the scars white against the callused skin. He licked carefully at one of them and when he received no protest he started on the rest, paying respects to past battles. The long slender toes called to him, so he wrapped his lips around the big one and sucked hard. A high whine and a thrust of hips in answer were all he needed. He followed suit with the rest of the digits, the change of each toe granting him a new noise.
When the cook appeared boneless enough, his hands slipped over and around pale flesh, his mouth following in its wake. He licked his way up the ankle and bit lightly at the calf. He marked a path with wet open-mouthed kisses over the knee. He felt the muscles contract and shift under his tongue as he made his way across the front of a tense thigh and continued on to the inside. He sucked hard at the softer skin, drawing blood to the surface and marking it.
His hands ran up and over the slender waist, pushing the heavy material out the way, exposing flushed skin and a heaving chest. He licked from the top of one lean thigh, over the flat stomach and dipped his tongue into the belly button. His thumbs brushed peaked nipples and he scratched a nail over them, eliciting a small moan. His head moved back down, hands dragging over sensitive flesh. The body beneath him arched and the expanse of pale skin urged him on.
He buried his nose in the thatch of golden hair at the base of the straining cock and touched his tongue to the quivering flesh. The hips arched again and he licked a stripe to the tip, pushing his tongue against the vein. He could feel the pulse fill his mouth and he groaned. His fingers dug into the hard ass under him and lifted. The erection he was teasing strained away from the body and he took the entire length into his mouth, lips closing over the hard flesh. He wrapped his tongue around it and stroked, lips sliding to the base. He sucked hard and swallowed, drawing it deeper and Sanji released a guttural moan.
He slipped a hand down Sanji's ass, fingers brushing over the tight hole and he stroked at the warm skin of the cook's balls. A strangled sound slipped from the blond's mouth and the bed swayed as he grabbed at the support ropes. Zoro glanced up and hummed in satisfaction when he saw the white knuckled grip. The blond head disappeared completely from his vision as the lithe body arched back even further. He focussed on the bunched material around Sanji's neck and his cock twitched at the sight.
He groaned around the flesh in his mouth and released Sanji with a wet slurp. With a few quick movements, his boots dropped to the floor and his pants followed Sanji's into the corner.
He crawled up the lean body and licked at the parted lips, slanting his mouth over them and sealing them together in a heated kiss. He brought their lower bodies together and moved his hips, their cocks rubbing together, friction building. His knees moved off to the side, straddling and bringing them closer; groin, hips, chest. He sucked at the tongue invading his mouth, teeth scraping over the slick muscle. He licked at blunt teeth and dragged his tongue over the roof of Sanji's mouth.
Their breaths mingled and washed over the material between them, the small space heated with their exhalations. Zoro's fingers curled under the shirt and around Sanji's neck, alternating his touches between wool and skin. They both moved like silk under his hands.
He pulled back a little and stared at Sanji's flushed face; pupils dilated and hair damp from exertion. It was so erotic and all Zoro wanted was to lick the blond.
Sanji beat him to it and surged up, tongue running up the side of his neck and teeth nipping at his throat. He pulled Sanji closer and urged him to bite harder before pushing him back. He returned his mouth to Sanji's, distracting him as he fumbled down the side of the mattress. He groped for the hidden vial of body oil - might have to actually thank Robin for the gift - and grunted in triumph when he found it.
He worked a slick finger into himself and then drifted the hand between their bodies, encircling Sanji's cock and giving an experimental stroke. A moan vibrated against his lips and he took a moment to feel smug before positioning himself over the hard member.
He gritted his teeth as he was stretched, the burn of it robbing him of breath. Fingers grabbed at his hips and with a stuttering gasp from Sanji, he lowered himself completely, taking him in to the hilt. He breathed hard and squeezed his inner muscles. A groan erupted from the body under him and Sanji rolled his hips. Zoro leaned back, hands planted on Sanji's stomach and he felt knees digging into his back, supporting him. He looked down at his cock jutting out and rose up on his knees. His eyes flicked to the blond and he licked his lips. Hips moved, their rhythm melting together and the slow pace gradually built to frantic, flesh meeting with loud slaps.
Zoro's hands slid over sweat slicked skin and Sanji grabbed at him, nails scratching down his back and hands grabbing at his ass. They stuck together; all sticky heat with the shirt making a good go of getting between them. He growled when Sanji thrust up. The lean body tensed and Zoro's world turned. He found he was staring at the bed above him. His knees were pushed to his chest and the cook's body covered his, moving, thrusting hard. He saw stars. He held onto pale thighs and rode with it, his moans filling the room.
Time lost all meaning, the world filled only with the two of them. A rush through his body; he could hear the blood pounding through his veins, his pulse thrumming against the bed, his breath echoing in his ears. His vision narrowed to the body moving above him and he cried out as he came.
Sanji pushed further, moving faster to follow him. A loud grunt and then a blissful sigh. Zoro's legs were let go and he shifted to accommodate the man who dropped on top of him. He ran his fingers through damp hair and tilted his head to the side as Sanji kissed his jaw.
He ran his hands down the slick back and cupped Sanji's ass. He rolled them over, careful not to drop them to the floor. Zoro stretched the length of the bunk, propped his head in his hand and stared down at the blond. Sanji looked at him dazedly, lips parted invitingly and Zoro groaned before dipping his head to capture them again. The kiss was slow, content. He pulled away with a bite to Sanji's lower lip and gave the curly eyebrow a peck.
He fingered the hem of the shirt and pulled the material back into place. He smoothed a hand over it and Sanji arched under the ministrations, his body responding to the gentle touch. Zoro licked at the shell of one ear and tongued at the lobe before setting a kiss just behind it. His voice was a low murmur and Sanji shivered at the possessive words.
"My shirt."
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Date: 2009-10-29 03:57 am (UTC)*X_x*
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Date: 2009-10-29 09:43 am (UTC)In the picture, Sanji looks like Shaggy from Scooby Doo...
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Date: 2009-10-29 09:45 pm (UTC)I'm sharing this sentiment... I feel starved, must be the depressing autumn-y cold weather here. And this warmed me up at least. ^^ It was a very sexy and sweet story and all fine. Zoro is so cute, love dumb. ^^
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Date: 2009-10-30 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-30 05:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-08 10:42 am (UTC)*ahem!* Eh, I mean, that was hot. Hotter than hot. Smoldering hot! Hot like Zoro! Hot like Doumeki's shoulder!
And this merits The Icon, of course. Have it! Enjoy it! You deserve it. :3
Oh, and btw, sorry I missed your birthday. I hope you had fun! Do you want a birthday drabble?
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Date: 2009-11-09 02:52 am (UTC)Maybe he should start claiming other clothes. XD
There's just something about innocuous body parts that makes it all so...yummy~ (Lame explanation is lame but brain is conjuring pretty images.)
That's ok~~ I nearly missed it too. *_* Pretty words? I like pretty words~~
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Date: 2009-11-09 03:09 am (UTC)Maybe it's the difference between intellectual knowledge versus having proof... I mean, it's one thing to know, intellectually, that Doumeki has a shoulder... but another thing entirely to actually see it. *____*
(now, if only we could get CLAMP to convince us he has hips, too... }:D)
I can give you pretty words. Three-hundred of them, even! XD Anything in particular you'd like them to be about?
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Date: 2009-11-09 03:55 am (UTC)*has images of half-naked Doumeki prancing through her brain* Mind-fail! Nergh~
I bet he has the prettiest back. Mmmm~~ CLAMP should just do away with clothes for the upper half.
Woooordss~~ Umm...hmmm... I think I'm suddenly craving something Doumeki-ish. Otherwise I do not care~~~~~ *jiggly bounce*
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Date: 2009-11-09 04:37 am (UTC)CLAMP should just do away with clothes for the upper half.
Hear, hear!! *___*
*remembers that pretty, pretty Doumeki Sybile once drew*
Something Doumeki-ish. Gotcha. ;)
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Date: 2009-11-09 04:59 am (UTC)*spreads fanservicy Doumeki* (http://pics.livejournal.com/sybile/pic/0004xy66) Mmmmm~~~~ Spread Doumeki *goes off to happy pretty land*
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Date: 2009-11-09 05:15 am (UTC)Doumeki's navel.... Doumeki's nipples... Doumeki's hiiiiiips... *drools*
(btw, have you checked this site? It features plenty of half-naked Doumeki goodness, and truly amazing DouWata action. This woman is one of my favourite artists for xxxholic... *___*)
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Date: 2009-11-09 05:28 am (UTC)*_* Lookit all the preeeetieeess~~~ *adds to collection* My holic art list lacks so bad.
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Date: 2009-11-09 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-10 10:55 am (UTC)I accept your glasses fetish whole-heartedly... 'cause I think I might have a slight one too.