Vinsmoke Sanji (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notadartboard) wrote2014-08-05 11:07 pm
notadartboard) wrote2014-08-05 11:07 pm
Museboxing
[It didn't matter where the rest of the crew had gotten to, Sanji was sure they were okay. They were with Luffy, right? And Luffy would look after them. He and the stupid marimo had their own problems now.
Stupid marimo indeed, getting lost and necessitating someone to hunt him down. They had been ambushed just as Sanji found him, and while it didn't seem like too tough a fight, the huge friggin' dinosaur-dragon-thing that decided to crash the party only made it worse. Both they and their foes scattered, and after a few too many hits, they realized the only way to get out with their lives was to run and hole up until it got tired of hunting and wandered off.
That's how they came to be in this cave, at least. Behind a waterfall, no less.
Sanji hid his limp as he prowled to the back of the damn space echoing with the roar of the falls. It was drier and quieter further back, though it cut off a significant portion of daylight. He had his lighter, at least, and dug it out to give them a quick burst of light. Hmm, nothing dangerous in here. Good.]
C'mon, let's make ourselves comfortable. We might be here a while.
[ow, his side. He hisses and lets the light flicker out for the moment, hiding his painful wince.]
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He'll take the consequences either way. He swallows hard and looks away himself, absently palming Wado's hilt, rubbing his thumb restlessly against the pommel.
Quietly, his own face heating he says:]
Yeah.
[the only time he was going to admit it. Take it and be satisfied. Then... since he was already started in that direction]
I want to touch you.
[it was almost exhilarating to say it out loud, but the kind where you weren't sure if you'd meet the blade or it would cut you. Either way was fine. He'd dealt with wounds before]
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His heart is hammering in his chest, he's aware of it rather suddenly, and has to take a deep breath before it thumps right up into his throat. He stares at Zoro for a long time, puzzling out that declaration, and then eases himself back down to his seat, resting his back against the wall. His gaze falls to his hands in his lap.]
What. What do you mean?
[Yes, more information, before he can really respond. Give himself time to think...]
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[what kind of question was that?! Instead of being hit or cut his opponents sword had turned into a quivering noodle and what the hell was he supposed to do with it?!]
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[yes, the best way to counter is more yelling]
You just come out and say something like that a time like this, what am I supposed to do with it? What, do you want to pat me on the head or do you want to...to...
[he waves his hand in a vague gesture, even as his face heats up more than before. There's a lot that can be covered under touching and some of it sure is worth the flush, given the mental images arising now.]
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[whoa where did that come from? Too late, it's out there. The force of Sanji's shout strains his side enough to make him double over right there, resting his forehead on the cool cave floor, trying to catch his breath. Fucking injuries.]
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He drags a frustrated hand through his hair]
Just do it. What the hell kind of thing is that to say? Do you really have no idea what I'm talking about?
[because the ideas of him just touching Sanji wherever he wants and Sanji being okay with all of it just don't mesh in his head.]
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I can probably hazard a few guesses, but I never wouldn't have thought you...
[Well, no, there had been some near-misses. He sometimes caught himself watching the moss-brain work out and had to pull himself away from the distracting sight. But there's a lot he still doesn't know about Zoro, what he's into, what he wants, what he can do if he had the freedom to. So, Sanji simply pushes himself back up and sits staring at him across the cave, daring him with his eyes to show him what he's capable of.]
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He wants to ask "wouldn't have thought him" what? But that would be just a side track and confusing so he'll just ask straight out]
Do you want me to touch you or not?
[because if not, to hell with it. He wasn't that kind of person]
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Touch me how?
[There, that's an easy enough question.]
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Anyway it just-- he couldn't-- It was one thing to do it but another thing to say it and he'd already said enough and
furthermore-]
Forget it. You're just for women right?
[and that's as much he'll hint at it and if Sanji doesn't get the hint then he's a dumb as-- as-- he's an idiot]
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Sanji's immediate instinct is to say yes, but he doesn't. He shifts around, sitting back and folding his legs, and turns it over in his head.
Why isn't he agreeing with the shitty swordsman? Why can't he open his mouth and make there be words? He looks up at Zoro standing over him, all shirtless and wrapped in makeshift bandages, and feels like the answer isn't so clear-cut after all.
What really sticks with him is that, despite his fantasies and desires, he hadn't enjoyed the touch of a woman in any capacity in...so, so long. And yet, here's Zoro, offering something no woman had. Geez. How confusing.
He blinks a few times as that thought circles around his head.]
...you...you really want me like that?
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Yes.
[he really wants to add you circle browed dumbfuck to the end of that but this conversation is already irritating enough. So he'll just stand there, arms folded and looking away as he grumpily wonders if he really wants to touch anyone or anything ever again if this is the kind of pain in the ass thing it's going to turn into.]
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He'd always figured Zoro to be uninterested in that sort of thing, entirely, but now he's questioning everything he's ever assumed, about both of them. Those hands on his legs were pretty nice, and it occurs to Sanji that Zoro treated his weapons with the same care and tenderness as his own swords. He wouldn't mind a little more of that. Someone who actually cared...
He shakes his head slowly in disbelief, and then pushes himself to his feet. It takes mere seconds to cross the space between them, and then he's standing before Zoro, trying to catch his eyes again.]
I don't get it.
[let's be clear on that, first of all]
But you're certain. This isn't just...this isn't messing around.
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But then...]
You want to say that last part again?
[trying not to be as angry as he felt but what the hell kind of statement was that? As if Zoro had ever jerked him around like this. As if he wouldn't take something like this as seriously as he took everything else. Did Sanji really think that he'd be that much of an asshole? Because if so it really wasn't worth it in the long run]
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Never mind. Forget it.
[It wasn't even really a question, he was just verifying for himself that this wasn't a joke - because no matter what kind of person he knows Zoro to be, he's still afraid, defensive, walls ten thousand meters high. His own feelings are jerking him around, his expectations at war with the urge to throw himself at Zoro and let come what may.
So when Sanji moves, it's tentative yet. He lifts a hand and rests it on Zoro's chest, easing himself into the idea like stepping into a too-hot bath one toe at a time.]
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You're a confusing son of a bitch, you know that?
[and he lightly rests a hand on the small of Sanji's back, not pulling him forward or anything, just keeping it there, resisting the impulse to rub the groove of Sanji's spine with his thumb or pull his shirt out and slide his hand against the warm skin underneath]
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[Though, there's something in his tone that suggests it's merely an idle threat. He wavers a little closer as if prodded by the hand on his back, his own hand sliding all the way up Zoro's thick neck and behind his ear. They're nearly the same height, he realizes, as he leans in, but it's harder than he thought to just let go and kiss the damn marimo. He's close, though, and his tongue peeks out to wet his lips.]
Think you can manage not to damage my ribs?
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Fuck.
Sanji was saying something. A question. Too much else to focus on then to ask him to repeat it so]
Yeah, sure...
[he'd figure out what it meant when it came to it. But first...completing this. Hell. He hadn't-- He'd never really-- But it would be fine if he moved on instinct right? And instinct wanted him to move forward-- so he did. Pressing his mouth against Sanji's lightly and trying to ignore the sensation of everything tightening.
Now-- just-- where the hell to go from here. Pull back? Keep on? Tongue? Was he ready for that? How could anyone be ready for that? He had to do something soon or Sanji was going to know something was up.
But what?]
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You idiot. You don't even know what you want, do you?
[Nope, not surprised. Moss-brain probably never has kissed anyone before, let alone anything else - he assumes, even if his assumptions have been wrong so far today. Sanji leans against him, mindful of his injuries, and drops his head onto Zoro's good shoulder in an expression of exasperation.]
Shitty swordsman.
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[okay well he probably shouldn't have shouted it but his face was red and his ears were burning and he wasn't sure what he was doing with anything anymore except for the one thing he wanted to do and Sanji was laughing at him about it. Though leaning against him, that was good. So Zoro just keeps a hand splayed on the small of his back to keep him there while he tries to calm down and think of some way to--
to--
to something]
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What is it you want?
[because figuring that out would really help things along.
. . . He hoped]
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[Sanji lifts his head and fixes him with a certain look.]
I'm not a toy you can pet. You wanna do something with me, it's going to be good for both of us and not just you. And I need a little more than just a hand on my dick to get going, especially since you're not a lady. [beat] I need more than just a touch.
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Who had said anything about that? Well.. he supposed, he imagined, it would lead to that eventually.]
I wasn't going to go straight for your dick, asshole, I just wanted to touch you like this.
[but he can't even give an example because now he's uncertain about the whole thing. The most he can do is keep a hand on the small of Sanji's back]
Tell me what you want and I'll do it. [since otherwise he'd never figure it out] But I'm not good at the kissing crap so don't expect perfection until I've trained in it a bit.
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[he lets out the hugest sigh ever, even if it strains his ribs. He wants to beat his head against the wall, or that muscled shoulder, whichever is closest.]
You giant seaweed-brained idiot marimo jackass. When I asked you what you meant you should have just fucking said so instead of leading me to believe you wanted...other stuff!
[Yet, he's not pulling away. If anything, he sags against Zoro, so completely out of his element that he really doesn't care how much they touch anymore. His forehead comes to rest on Zoro's shoulder, tiredly.]
I must be out of my mind. How about this...just, do whatever you want. Whatever was in your thick head in the first place. If I don't like it or it's too far, I'll tell you so. Can you manage that?
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