(One Piece) Slice
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salmon_pinkTitle: Slice
Fandom: One Piece
Pairings: Zeff/Sanji, Mystery Female Character/Sanji
Rating: R
Words: 960
Notes: Underage sexuality. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50_smutlets, prompt "sound".
Summary: Unwilling audience.
Sanji at 15 was a nightmare. He’d started growing quicker than anyone could keep track of, started growing facial hair, and finally started getting a hold of his hormones. Not learnt to control them, but learned to live with them, and learned how to use them. Learned that a shy adolescent blush often gained him more attention from their female customers than the lecherous gazes of the older chefs. A nervous chew on his lower lip, and a glance up through lowered lashes, and women were flattered by the effect they were having on the boy. Stumbling just slightly over his words as he addressed them, and he’d often be rewarded with a gentling hand on his arm and a warmly reassuring smile. Push it just a bit further, shift his hips as if embarrassed and look at them with wide and innocent eyes, and their thoughts turned just a touch darker. Turned towards corruption.
Zeff was getting sick of watching, because wide and innocent eyes didn’t suit Sanji in the same way curses and those damn cigarettes did. And Zeff had been struggling for too long to keep his own thoughts away from those same ideas.
Every new female customer was treated to the same routine, and Sanji had quickly grown flawless at it. Attracted the attention of the male customers on occasion, and Zeff had to keep watch on those ones very carefully. Attracted the attention of some of their waiters, and Zeff had to fire them very quickly.
And when some of the chefs teased him, asked him how he could put up such an act in front of the women he claimed to adore and respect so much, Sanji would just laugh and insist there was no act, that he never had to fake his attraction to them. Zeff knew it was true, knew Sanji’s passion for women in the same way he knew Sanji’s passion for food. But the women who were most tantalised by Sanji’s teenaged routine were the ones Zeff knew Sanji should have been most wary of. No way to explain that to Sanji, of course, who couldn’t believe any woman could be anything less than perfect, and Zeff could only hope Sanji would learn as he grew older, although he somehow doubted he would. Because Sanji had started to take after Zeff in a lot of ways that he was sure the boy would never admit, and if Zeff's feelings for Sanji had only grown stronger with time, what hope did Sanji really have?
Listening to Sanji lose his virginity was one of the worst experiences of Zeff’s life. Stuck in one of the smaller larders on the Baratie, and didn’t Sanji have the sense not to do such things in the corridor, even if it was one of the least used hallways on the ship? But Zeff knew Sanji’s hormones, and he knew what kind of woman Sanji’s young blushing attracted, and he could guess that the possibility of getting caught was more on that woman’s mind than on Sanji’s lust-addled one.
Sanji kept gasping, sounding like he was in pain, and Zeff wanted kick through the door and wrench them apart, could only settle for balling his hands into fists, leaning against the wall, and waiting. The noises Sanji made weren’t quite words, but there were letters there, something he was trying to say, and the woman kept laughing and telling him how pretty he was. Shouldn’t have been saying that, because ‘pretty’ didn’t suit Sanji, even if it was true, and Zeff hated her and had no idea who she was. And every so often Sanji would manage to respond, trying to tell her through those tiny noises that he wasn’t pretty, and she’d just laugh more roughly, thick and rich as black coffee, and do something that Zeff was glad he couldn’t see and Sanji would whine.
Thud against the door to the larder, and Zeff thought for a moment they were going to find him, aroused and angry beyond measure, but the door never opened. Only more panting, soft sounds, and then Sanji yelping, and more of that hoarse laughter. Feminine voice not sounding feminine at all as she moaned, telling Sanji how much she liked to touch him ‘there’ and Sanji was whimpering, and Zeff was determined not to touch himself, even as he listened to the sound of his baby eggplant groaning and coming, and he guessed that soft thud was Sanji’s head snapping back against the wall.
Clipped sound of heels striding away barely a minute later, her soft and amused goodbye stinging Zeff’s ears. Much much longer before Sanji pulled himself up, muttering something Zeff couldn’t hear, and Zeff waited another ten minutes after he’d heard Sanji shuffle away before slipping his hand into his trousers and he was in pain as he wrapped his fingers around himself.
If anybody else realised it, they never let on. Family of chefs at sea, as talented at keeping each other’s secrets as they were at manipulating their ingredients. Because Sanji chose that day to stop relying on that perfected routine of his, seemed determined to be seen as an adult and not a teenager, a routine he struggled a lot more with. But one that Zeff preferred, one that helped ease his worries, one that meant he no longer caught a glimpse of those eyes pretending to be wide and innocent. Watched as Sanji tried to use suave words in the place of his usual shy smiles, and ignored the flare of feeling in his chest.
Although he’d spent an entire hour scouring the dining room after he’d emerged from the larder, he never did manage to guess which woman it may have been.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairings: Zeff/Sanji, Mystery Female Character/Sanji
Rating: R
Words: 960
Notes: Underage sexuality. For
50_smutlets, prompt "sound". Summary: Unwilling audience.
Sanji at 15 was a nightmare. He’d started growing quicker than anyone could keep track of, started growing facial hair, and finally started getting a hold of his hormones. Not learnt to control them, but learned to live with them, and learned how to use them. Learned that a shy adolescent blush often gained him more attention from their female customers than the lecherous gazes of the older chefs. A nervous chew on his lower lip, and a glance up through lowered lashes, and women were flattered by the effect they were having on the boy. Stumbling just slightly over his words as he addressed them, and he’d often be rewarded with a gentling hand on his arm and a warmly reassuring smile. Push it just a bit further, shift his hips as if embarrassed and look at them with wide and innocent eyes, and their thoughts turned just a touch darker. Turned towards corruption.
Zeff was getting sick of watching, because wide and innocent eyes didn’t suit Sanji in the same way curses and those damn cigarettes did. And Zeff had been struggling for too long to keep his own thoughts away from those same ideas.
Every new female customer was treated to the same routine, and Sanji had quickly grown flawless at it. Attracted the attention of the male customers on occasion, and Zeff had to keep watch on those ones very carefully. Attracted the attention of some of their waiters, and Zeff had to fire them very quickly.
And when some of the chefs teased him, asked him how he could put up such an act in front of the women he claimed to adore and respect so much, Sanji would just laugh and insist there was no act, that he never had to fake his attraction to them. Zeff knew it was true, knew Sanji’s passion for women in the same way he knew Sanji’s passion for food. But the women who were most tantalised by Sanji’s teenaged routine were the ones Zeff knew Sanji should have been most wary of. No way to explain that to Sanji, of course, who couldn’t believe any woman could be anything less than perfect, and Zeff could only hope Sanji would learn as he grew older, although he somehow doubted he would. Because Sanji had started to take after Zeff in a lot of ways that he was sure the boy would never admit, and if Zeff's feelings for Sanji had only grown stronger with time, what hope did Sanji really have?
Listening to Sanji lose his virginity was one of the worst experiences of Zeff’s life. Stuck in one of the smaller larders on the Baratie, and didn’t Sanji have the sense not to do such things in the corridor, even if it was one of the least used hallways on the ship? But Zeff knew Sanji’s hormones, and he knew what kind of woman Sanji’s young blushing attracted, and he could guess that the possibility of getting caught was more on that woman’s mind than on Sanji’s lust-addled one.
Sanji kept gasping, sounding like he was in pain, and Zeff wanted kick through the door and wrench them apart, could only settle for balling his hands into fists, leaning against the wall, and waiting. The noises Sanji made weren’t quite words, but there were letters there, something he was trying to say, and the woman kept laughing and telling him how pretty he was. Shouldn’t have been saying that, because ‘pretty’ didn’t suit Sanji, even if it was true, and Zeff hated her and had no idea who she was. And every so often Sanji would manage to respond, trying to tell her through those tiny noises that he wasn’t pretty, and she’d just laugh more roughly, thick and rich as black coffee, and do something that Zeff was glad he couldn’t see and Sanji would whine.
Thud against the door to the larder, and Zeff thought for a moment they were going to find him, aroused and angry beyond measure, but the door never opened. Only more panting, soft sounds, and then Sanji yelping, and more of that hoarse laughter. Feminine voice not sounding feminine at all as she moaned, telling Sanji how much she liked to touch him ‘there’ and Sanji was whimpering, and Zeff was determined not to touch himself, even as he listened to the sound of his baby eggplant groaning and coming, and he guessed that soft thud was Sanji’s head snapping back against the wall.
Clipped sound of heels striding away barely a minute later, her soft and amused goodbye stinging Zeff’s ears. Much much longer before Sanji pulled himself up, muttering something Zeff couldn’t hear, and Zeff waited another ten minutes after he’d heard Sanji shuffle away before slipping his hand into his trousers and he was in pain as he wrapped his fingers around himself.
If anybody else realised it, they never let on. Family of chefs at sea, as talented at keeping each other’s secrets as they were at manipulating their ingredients. Because Sanji chose that day to stop relying on that perfected routine of his, seemed determined to be seen as an adult and not a teenager, a routine he struggled a lot more with. But one that Zeff preferred, one that helped ease his worries, one that meant he no longer caught a glimpse of those eyes pretending to be wide and innocent. Watched as Sanji tried to use suave words in the place of his usual shy smiles, and ignored the flare of feeling in his chest.
Although he’d spent an entire hour scouring the dining room after he’d emerged from the larder, he never did manage to guess which woman it may have been.
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Date: 05/05/2007 04:44 (UTC)Add the fatherly "no one
elseis good enough" to the pure sexual attraction that is Sanji... that poor poor man. WATCHING HIM VALIENTLY RESIST IT IS SO SO SAD. Hearing Sanji loose his virginity right outside the door... such an awful blend of drop-dead-hot and... just... sad....PRETTY MUCH THIS IS AWESOME. BYE NOW.
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Date: 05/05/2007 07:32 (UTC)I definitely feel sorry for Zeff, having to be all fatherly to the biggest slice of jailbait the world has ever seen. Zeff didn't know what he was getting himself into when he followed Sanji off that boat. Or did he...? *strokes chin thoughtfully*
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Date: 05/05/2007 04:49 (UTC)I CAME.
I love this. The awkward transition from teenage-hood into manhood is.. just awesome, especially for our dear Sanji. I.. would love to see more Zeff/Sanji. Or read it, either way. I might actually try to draw a scene from this for you. XD
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Date: 05/05/2007 07:33 (UTC)no subject
Date: 05/05/2007 20:13 (UTC)As much as I love the thought of Zeff/Sanji or Sanji/Zeff, this is the first actual fanfic I've read of them!! XDD This was a faaabulous fanfic, and I can't help but to snicker at poor Zeff's *pain*. I have the most fantastic image of my head of shy, blushing little Sanji chewing on his lip now~! X) Hehehehee...
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Date: 08/05/2007 17:19 (UTC)And I think we all secretly hate and admire the woman who stole Sanji's virginity. ;D
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Date: 27/09/2008 15:27 (UTC)That would make one HELL of an AU...