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salmon_pink) wrote2007-06-19 01:34 am
salmon_pink) wrote2007-06-19 01:34 am
(One Piece) Initiation
Title: Initiation
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Luffy/Zoro/Sanji
Rating: NC-17
Words: 825
Notes: Threesome. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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sanji_is_a_slut.
Summary: They have to be fair, after all.
It was like they were speaking in some sort of complex code that only idiots could understand.
“Do I have to?” Zoro grumbled, sounding more petulant than a disgruntled little girl being forced to eat her vegetables. Only more gruff and not the slightest bit cute.
For a moment Luffy almost looked angry, and Sanji hadn’t been with the crew long but he already recognised the sight as one of the most disturbing spectacles that side of the Grand Line.
“Of course you do!” Luffy bellowed, leaping to his feet.
“Why?” Zoro growled, one fist pounding against the table as he also lurched to standing. “Didn‘t we do that just the other week?”
“That was Usopp’s turn!” Luffy shouted, stamping forwards. “It wouldn’t be fair if we didn’t do it for every new nakama!”
“It wasn’t like that when I joined,” Zoro snapped back, one hand closing over Wadou’s hilt.
“Because I was the only one,” Luffy retorted, leaning forwards until they were almost nose to nose. “But I more than made up for it, didn’t I?”
Sanji blinked and watched as the simmering tension in the air wavered for a moment as both Luffy and Zoro grinned slightly to themselves, eyes glazing over.
Zoro was the first to catch himself, shaking his head slightly before frowning again. “But why?”
“It’s tradition,” Luffy explained with no patience. “We did it for Nami, too.”
“That doesn’t count,” Zoro glowered. “Damn woman ended up taking over the whole thing.”
“Still happened though!” Luffy cried, temper flaring again. “It’s tradition!”
“Urgh, fine!” Zoro barked, throwing his hands up.
“Good!” Luffy shouted back, legs stretching enough to give him the extra few inches to tower over his First Mate.
Sanji wasn’t sure what was happening, but his instincts were being quite loud in insisting that he’d be safer overboard. “Uh, this isn’t about the last spring roll anymore, is it?” he asked quietly.
Two sets of eyes turned to him, glowing with demonic intensity.
*
On the Going Merry’s deck, Nami and Usopp glanced up from their game of cards as an unholy sounding scream erupted from the galley.
“Can’t be helped,” Nami shrugged.
“It’s tradition,” Usopp agreed.
An almighty crash ripped through the air, followed by the sound of breaking china. Lots of breaking china.
“Go fish,” Nami said.
*
“I just don’t like him, is all,” Zoro muttered distractedly.
“You said that about Usopp, too. And Nami,” Luffy reminded him cheerfully.
“Yeah, well, Usopp grew on me,” Zoro admitted. “But I still don’t trust that witch.”
Luffy just laughed.
“But this one? He’s just, well, he’s just annoying,” Zoro sighed. “Pisses me off just to look at him.”
Sanji was torn between defending his own honour, or his precious Nami-san’s. Unfortunately, all he managed when he opened his mouth to yell was a rather desperate sounding whine.
“Oh, sorry Sanji,” Luffy said, grinning broadly enough to completely null and void any of his apology’s potential sincerity.
He heard Zoro chuckle slightly against his neck, and maybe he would have found the strength, or at least the voice, to protest that if Luffy hadn’t chosen that moment to shift closer between the legs Zoro was so artfully holding spread open. Sanji’s back was plastered against Zoro’s torso, slick press of heat and flesh, his own legs held pinned, Zoro’s hands gripping the backs of his knees and his thighs touching his own chest. Luffy leaned up, tongue searing against Sanji’s neck, and every shiver that racked his over-sensitised skin just caused Zoro shift teasingly inside of him.
“Where were we?” Luffy mused, sitting back on his heels and tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Oh, yeah.”
He heard Zoro curse and duck his head to the side just in time to avoid having his nose broken by the way Sanji’s head snapped backwards. Luffy’s tongue was back in an instant, on his neck, over his ear, dragging over the exposed flesh of his throat, as his hand wasted no time in the way it squeezed and rubbed his own cock against Sanji’s. Slippery, almost painfully hot, fitted together so perfectly, and Sanji gasped and whimpered and tried to buck his hips against it and only succeeded in impaling himself more fully on Zoro’s length.
“Make him do that again,” Zoro hissed.
Luffy grinned, sharp and focused, and his thumb flicked over the head of Sanji’s cock, hand tight around the base. Sanji’s hips jerked up involuntarily, and this time Zoro’s hips thrust up at the exact moment Sanji dropped back against him.
He could feel the two of them exchange a pointed look over his shoulder as he wailed.
*
Usopp stared thoughtfully at his cards. “Maybe we should get them to alter that tradition,” he suggested quietly, reaching to draw from the deck. “You know, so we can all join in.”
“Hmm, we’ll talk to them tonight,” Nami replied, before spreading her cards out in front of her. “Rummy.”
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Luffy/Zoro/Sanji
Rating: NC-17
Words: 825
Notes: Threesome. For
lilirum's request at sanji_is_a_slut.Summary: They have to be fair, after all.
It was like they were speaking in some sort of complex code that only idiots could understand.
“Do I have to?” Zoro grumbled, sounding more petulant than a disgruntled little girl being forced to eat her vegetables. Only more gruff and not the slightest bit cute.
For a moment Luffy almost looked angry, and Sanji hadn’t been with the crew long but he already recognised the sight as one of the most disturbing spectacles that side of the Grand Line.
“Of course you do!” Luffy bellowed, leaping to his feet.
“Why?” Zoro growled, one fist pounding against the table as he also lurched to standing. “Didn‘t we do that just the other week?”
“That was Usopp’s turn!” Luffy shouted, stamping forwards. “It wouldn’t be fair if we didn’t do it for every new nakama!”
“It wasn’t like that when I joined,” Zoro snapped back, one hand closing over Wadou’s hilt.
“Because I was the only one,” Luffy retorted, leaning forwards until they were almost nose to nose. “But I more than made up for it, didn’t I?”
Sanji blinked and watched as the simmering tension in the air wavered for a moment as both Luffy and Zoro grinned slightly to themselves, eyes glazing over.
Zoro was the first to catch himself, shaking his head slightly before frowning again. “But why?”
“It’s tradition,” Luffy explained with no patience. “We did it for Nami, too.”
“That doesn’t count,” Zoro glowered. “Damn woman ended up taking over the whole thing.”
“Still happened though!” Luffy cried, temper flaring again. “It’s tradition!”
“Urgh, fine!” Zoro barked, throwing his hands up.
“Good!” Luffy shouted back, legs stretching enough to give him the extra few inches to tower over his First Mate.
Sanji wasn’t sure what was happening, but his instincts were being quite loud in insisting that he’d be safer overboard. “Uh, this isn’t about the last spring roll anymore, is it?” he asked quietly.
Two sets of eyes turned to him, glowing with demonic intensity.
*
On the Going Merry’s deck, Nami and Usopp glanced up from their game of cards as an unholy sounding scream erupted from the galley.
“Can’t be helped,” Nami shrugged.
“It’s tradition,” Usopp agreed.
An almighty crash ripped through the air, followed by the sound of breaking china. Lots of breaking china.
“Go fish,” Nami said.
*
“I just don’t like him, is all,” Zoro muttered distractedly.
“You said that about Usopp, too. And Nami,” Luffy reminded him cheerfully.
“Yeah, well, Usopp grew on me,” Zoro admitted. “But I still don’t trust that witch.”
Luffy just laughed.
“But this one? He’s just, well, he’s just annoying,” Zoro sighed. “Pisses me off just to look at him.”
Sanji was torn between defending his own honour, or his precious Nami-san’s. Unfortunately, all he managed when he opened his mouth to yell was a rather desperate sounding whine.
“Oh, sorry Sanji,” Luffy said, grinning broadly enough to completely null and void any of his apology’s potential sincerity.
He heard Zoro chuckle slightly against his neck, and maybe he would have found the strength, or at least the voice, to protest that if Luffy hadn’t chosen that moment to shift closer between the legs Zoro was so artfully holding spread open. Sanji’s back was plastered against Zoro’s torso, slick press of heat and flesh, his own legs held pinned, Zoro’s hands gripping the backs of his knees and his thighs touching his own chest. Luffy leaned up, tongue searing against Sanji’s neck, and every shiver that racked his over-sensitised skin just caused Zoro shift teasingly inside of him.
“Where were we?” Luffy mused, sitting back on his heels and tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Oh, yeah.”
He heard Zoro curse and duck his head to the side just in time to avoid having his nose broken by the way Sanji’s head snapped backwards. Luffy’s tongue was back in an instant, on his neck, over his ear, dragging over the exposed flesh of his throat, as his hand wasted no time in the way it squeezed and rubbed his own cock against Sanji’s. Slippery, almost painfully hot, fitted together so perfectly, and Sanji gasped and whimpered and tried to buck his hips against it and only succeeded in impaling himself more fully on Zoro’s length.
“Make him do that again,” Zoro hissed.
Luffy grinned, sharp and focused, and his thumb flicked over the head of Sanji’s cock, hand tight around the base. Sanji’s hips jerked up involuntarily, and this time Zoro’s hips thrust up at the exact moment Sanji dropped back against him.
He could feel the two of them exchange a pointed look over his shoulder as he wailed.
*
Usopp stared thoughtfully at his cards. “Maybe we should get them to alter that tradition,” he suggested quietly, reaching to draw from the deck. “You know, so we can all join in.”
“Hmm, we’ll talk to them tonight,” Nami replied, before spreading her cards out in front of her. “Rummy.”