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salmon_pink) wrote2008-08-31 12:16 am
salmon_pink) wrote2008-08-31 12:16 am
(One Piece) Minuet
Title: Minuet
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Brook/Zoro/Sanji
Rating: R
Words: 1355
Timeline: Post-Thriller Bark
Notes: Voyeurism. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50_smutlets, prompt "music".
Summary: A gift, from somebody who knows what happened.
Zoro didn’t like owing favours. He considered them a weakness, something for the enemy to exploit. Potential for blackmail and debts, and Nami’s smirking face always swam into his mind, with her calculations and her interest.
There were some favours, however, that were worth the sacrifice.
Getting the love cook to stop staring at him was one such example.
There shouldn’t have been any way Sanji would really believe Zoro would just stand back and let him put himself on the line for Luffy’s sake. Sanji should never have thought, for even a second, that Zoro would allow it, would allow Sanji to take his place.
Apparently Sanji did believe it though, because he’d been shooting Zoro weird looks ever since they’d left Thriller Bark, dark looks that made his face appear drawn, and he always averted his eyes when Zoro turned to glare back.
Whether it was anger or jealousy or whatever the hell else that kept the idiot cook up at night, Zoro really didn’t like it being directed at him.
Sanji didn’t know what had happened, and that was the way it was going to stay. For everyone’s sake.
Brook was older than them, had been even before he’d died. Fifty years alone, but he still was apparently as shrewd as his age would suggest, as experienced. He reminded Zoro of Robin, with his weighty silences that clashed terribly with his Luffy-like exuberance at the dinner table.
Zoro would catch him, when Brook wasn’t burying his face in his plate or belching, staring back and forth between Sanji and Zoro’s own face, and knowing someone else caught those looks meant that they were definitely real and not his imagination, and that just made him more pissed off.
He’d challenge Sanji, but he had no desire to even bring up the subject.
Not to mention he’d strained his body far more than ever before at Thriller Bark, and there was no way he was letting the damn cook get any kind of advantage over him.
He had been training specifically for the purpose of forcing himself back to his best and beyond when Brook had quietly sat beside him.
“You wish he’d stop staring at you,” Brook had said simply, and Zoro’s attention had been caught.
He’d given Brook the requested five minutes, before setting off to find them.
He’d almost forgotten what it was like to walk into a room and not have Sanji’s gaze turn to him, the temperature of the room dropping around them in a way that had nothing to do with their usual fire.
He didn’t know what Brook had done. A part of him didn’t really want to know.
Whatever it was, Sanji’s eyes remained closed, sprawled across the couch, and there was a smile on his face that wasn’t troubled or false or bitter, one that Zoro hadn’t seen since they’d left the rubble of Moria’s mansion.
Brook was humming, and it blended with the notes of the violin tucked under his chin that filled the room.
“He’s been waiting for you,” Brook said quietly, and Zoro might have wondered at that, but Sanji’s eyes fluttered open and fixed on him, and Zoro was completely distracted.
There wasn’t any of the cold silence that had been in his gaze of late, nor any of the usual irritation that usually simmered between them. It was something else, something lazy and serene and deep, and it felt wrong in a way that Zoro didn’t understand.
Sanji wasn’t angry at him in any way, shape or form. It was as if he had been waiting for Zoro, only any waiting on his part was usually accompanied by insults and annoyed little gestures and chain-smoking.
The look in his eyes was like a welcome.
Something in his stomach lurched, and Zoro wasn’t sure what was going on, but Sanji was still staring at him like that, and the sound of violin was surrounding him, and Brook was still humming.
Zoro took a step forward.
“Don’t mind me,” Brook murmured.
Zoro didn’t.
There hadn’t been time, not since Water 7, and he could almost admit to missing the taste of nicotine on his lips, the feeling of Sanji moving under him. There was none of their usual rush, none of the familiar sensation of trying to get at every part of Sanji he could reach without ripping the prissy bastard’s clothes. Just Sanji surging up against him, arms reaching for him in an instant, tongues sliding over each other, hungry for it as Zoro leant over him, and his body gave an insistent throb at the position, lust and awkwardness of still-sore muscles, but Sanji only wrapped his legs around Zoro’s waist when he settled over him more comfortably.
It was lazy exploration, the hundred kisses before never quite enough, as if they’d never taken the time to really enjoy it, and the violin throbbed along with Zoro’s pulse, the pace catching and increasing so subtly that he barely caught it over the noise Sanji was making against his mouth.
His hands were no longer content to brace themselves against the couch cushions, and they seemed to move of their own accord. Sliding up, framing Sanji’s face, one thumb following the curve of his eyebrow, but Sanji didn’t flinch away. Only undulated beneath him as Zoro’s fingers ran through his hair, and it distantly occurred to Zoro that he’d never touched Sanji that way before, almost like he was petting him, discovering him. He kissed as the corner of Sanji’s mouth, let his lips and his instincts guide him as he kissed at Sanji’s face, feeling Sanji’s fingers stroke lightly at his wrist, and at some point Brook had moved closer, but Zoro barely noticed as the sound of humming seemed to vibrate through him.
Sanji’s hips were rolling up into him, steady rhythm that didn’t feel quite like his usual restless energy, and Zoro’s fingers needed skin, had to slide under Sanji’s shirt, just resting his palm against Sanji’s stomach, feeling the heat there. Rolling down against each languid thrust, and the tempo of the humming had increased and it seemed only natural that Zoro should match it. Hearing Sanji whimper beneath him, his features relaxed in a way that Zoro wasn’t used to and couldn’t stop kissing at, breathing him in, and there was pressure against his back, thin and sharp and running along his spine, and he shuddered to realise it was Brook’s fingers, and that humming was right against his ear.
Sanji’s arms wrapped tighter around Zoro’s neck, leaning up to bury his face against Zoro’s throat, and he was shivering almost constantly in time to the tune, and the air seemed to shimmer with it, shudder and swirl with the music, and Zoro was breathless with it. Pressing his lips almost desperately against Sanji’s face in senseless patterns, feeling Brook’s fingers explore him, running over his clothes, and it felt like it could last forever, but Zoro’s body didn’t agree. There was pain in his joints and a suffocating warmth in his stomach, and Sanji was mumbling against his throat, and Zoro was grinding his hips down against Sanji’s, needing release and relief from the ache, one of Brook’s fingers drawing small circles over the back of his neck. Brook’s voice was so close, soft and soothing and stoking the heat within him, and Sanji whined high in the back of his throat, and it fit the tune so perfectly in Zoro’s mind, splintered through it and wrapped around it, and his body trembled and gave in, arching crescendo, and he instinctively knew Sanji was falling over the edge with him, as if something in the air commanded it.
Sanji’s breath was against his neck, and Zoro felt winded and shredded and as close to content as he could ever remember being, and Brook’s chuckle was barely a whisper in the back of his mind.
“Yohohoho, quite the performance,” he said softly, but sleep was already creeping into Zoro’s vision, and Sanji’s breathing was growing more shallow beneath him, and the door clicked shut behind him.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Brook/Zoro/Sanji
Rating: R
Words: 1355
Timeline: Post-Thriller Bark
Notes: Voyeurism. For
50_smutlets, prompt "music". Summary: A gift, from somebody who knows what happened.
Zoro didn’t like owing favours. He considered them a weakness, something for the enemy to exploit. Potential for blackmail and debts, and Nami’s smirking face always swam into his mind, with her calculations and her interest.
There were some favours, however, that were worth the sacrifice.
Getting the love cook to stop staring at him was one such example.
There shouldn’t have been any way Sanji would really believe Zoro would just stand back and let him put himself on the line for Luffy’s sake. Sanji should never have thought, for even a second, that Zoro would allow it, would allow Sanji to take his place.
Apparently Sanji did believe it though, because he’d been shooting Zoro weird looks ever since they’d left Thriller Bark, dark looks that made his face appear drawn, and he always averted his eyes when Zoro turned to glare back.
Whether it was anger or jealousy or whatever the hell else that kept the idiot cook up at night, Zoro really didn’t like it being directed at him.
Sanji didn’t know what had happened, and that was the way it was going to stay. For everyone’s sake.
Brook was older than them, had been even before he’d died. Fifty years alone, but he still was apparently as shrewd as his age would suggest, as experienced. He reminded Zoro of Robin, with his weighty silences that clashed terribly with his Luffy-like exuberance at the dinner table.
Zoro would catch him, when Brook wasn’t burying his face in his plate or belching, staring back and forth between Sanji and Zoro’s own face, and knowing someone else caught those looks meant that they were definitely real and not his imagination, and that just made him more pissed off.
He’d challenge Sanji, but he had no desire to even bring up the subject.
Not to mention he’d strained his body far more than ever before at Thriller Bark, and there was no way he was letting the damn cook get any kind of advantage over him.
He had been training specifically for the purpose of forcing himself back to his best and beyond when Brook had quietly sat beside him.
“You wish he’d stop staring at you,” Brook had said simply, and Zoro’s attention had been caught.
He’d given Brook the requested five minutes, before setting off to find them.
He’d almost forgotten what it was like to walk into a room and not have Sanji’s gaze turn to him, the temperature of the room dropping around them in a way that had nothing to do with their usual fire.
He didn’t know what Brook had done. A part of him didn’t really want to know.
Whatever it was, Sanji’s eyes remained closed, sprawled across the couch, and there was a smile on his face that wasn’t troubled or false or bitter, one that Zoro hadn’t seen since they’d left the rubble of Moria’s mansion.
Brook was humming, and it blended with the notes of the violin tucked under his chin that filled the room.
“He’s been waiting for you,” Brook said quietly, and Zoro might have wondered at that, but Sanji’s eyes fluttered open and fixed on him, and Zoro was completely distracted.
There wasn’t any of the cold silence that had been in his gaze of late, nor any of the usual irritation that usually simmered between them. It was something else, something lazy and serene and deep, and it felt wrong in a way that Zoro didn’t understand.
Sanji wasn’t angry at him in any way, shape or form. It was as if he had been waiting for Zoro, only any waiting on his part was usually accompanied by insults and annoyed little gestures and chain-smoking.
The look in his eyes was like a welcome.
Something in his stomach lurched, and Zoro wasn’t sure what was going on, but Sanji was still staring at him like that, and the sound of violin was surrounding him, and Brook was still humming.
Zoro took a step forward.
“Don’t mind me,” Brook murmured.
Zoro didn’t.
There hadn’t been time, not since Water 7, and he could almost admit to missing the taste of nicotine on his lips, the feeling of Sanji moving under him. There was none of their usual rush, none of the familiar sensation of trying to get at every part of Sanji he could reach without ripping the prissy bastard’s clothes. Just Sanji surging up against him, arms reaching for him in an instant, tongues sliding over each other, hungry for it as Zoro leant over him, and his body gave an insistent throb at the position, lust and awkwardness of still-sore muscles, but Sanji only wrapped his legs around Zoro’s waist when he settled over him more comfortably.
It was lazy exploration, the hundred kisses before never quite enough, as if they’d never taken the time to really enjoy it, and the violin throbbed along with Zoro’s pulse, the pace catching and increasing so subtly that he barely caught it over the noise Sanji was making against his mouth.
His hands were no longer content to brace themselves against the couch cushions, and they seemed to move of their own accord. Sliding up, framing Sanji’s face, one thumb following the curve of his eyebrow, but Sanji didn’t flinch away. Only undulated beneath him as Zoro’s fingers ran through his hair, and it distantly occurred to Zoro that he’d never touched Sanji that way before, almost like he was petting him, discovering him. He kissed as the corner of Sanji’s mouth, let his lips and his instincts guide him as he kissed at Sanji’s face, feeling Sanji’s fingers stroke lightly at his wrist, and at some point Brook had moved closer, but Zoro barely noticed as the sound of humming seemed to vibrate through him.
Sanji’s hips were rolling up into him, steady rhythm that didn’t feel quite like his usual restless energy, and Zoro’s fingers needed skin, had to slide under Sanji’s shirt, just resting his palm against Sanji’s stomach, feeling the heat there. Rolling down against each languid thrust, and the tempo of the humming had increased and it seemed only natural that Zoro should match it. Hearing Sanji whimper beneath him, his features relaxed in a way that Zoro wasn’t used to and couldn’t stop kissing at, breathing him in, and there was pressure against his back, thin and sharp and running along his spine, and he shuddered to realise it was Brook’s fingers, and that humming was right against his ear.
Sanji’s arms wrapped tighter around Zoro’s neck, leaning up to bury his face against Zoro’s throat, and he was shivering almost constantly in time to the tune, and the air seemed to shimmer with it, shudder and swirl with the music, and Zoro was breathless with it. Pressing his lips almost desperately against Sanji’s face in senseless patterns, feeling Brook’s fingers explore him, running over his clothes, and it felt like it could last forever, but Zoro’s body didn’t agree. There was pain in his joints and a suffocating warmth in his stomach, and Sanji was mumbling against his throat, and Zoro was grinding his hips down against Sanji’s, needing release and relief from the ache, one of Brook’s fingers drawing small circles over the back of his neck. Brook’s voice was so close, soft and soothing and stoking the heat within him, and Sanji whined high in the back of his throat, and it fit the tune so perfectly in Zoro’s mind, splintered through it and wrapped around it, and his body trembled and gave in, arching crescendo, and he instinctively knew Sanji was falling over the edge with him, as if something in the air commanded it.
Sanji’s breath was against his neck, and Zoro felt winded and shredded and as close to content as he could ever remember being, and Brook’s chuckle was barely a whisper in the back of his mind.
“Yohohoho, quite the performance,” he said softly, but sleep was already creeping into Zoro’s vision, and Sanji’s breathing was growing more shallow beneath him, and the door clicked shut behind him.
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Yeah, I can see Oda coming back to that, soon hopefully. But I love Sanji's asertiveness at the moment. He's becoming almost as much of a captain as Luffy. And Luffy's a problem as well because both Zoro and Sanji were willing to die for him, and I guess Sanji feels something close to left out now. Like he's not as valued as a nakama, even though Luffy has no idea, and that's why he's taking so much action now. That, and he doesn't want someone he loves get hurt to badly again.
Meh...I could go into a complete rant but I'll leave you a few un-ruptured brain cells XD
Also, latest chapter - WHAT THE HELL??!?!?!?! No one I know is up to date with the manga, and it's driving me crazy because I can't talk about it!!
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ZORO! What the fuck!?! I am so confused and I NEED MORE! WHERE IS HE??! I did a keyboard-mash post when I first read it and one of the theories put forward was that he's wherever Ace is, which would tie in with the Straw Hats needing to save Ace. Which would be cool. But at the same time the common consensus is that Zoro better not disappear for ages. We must be kept updated on his awesome!
And Sanji tried to save him, because Sanji knows how hurt he is!
I love any time Luffy isn't around and Zoro takes control, because he is the First Mate and it's also hot as hell. Like the bit where he's riding the Sea Train. But it's awesome to see Sanji stepping up, and I love that he called Duval straight away, no matter how much he may have hated to, instead of letting everyone run in circles looking for Camie. He's maturing, and he knows that there's far more to what he does for the crew than simply cook and kick things and I love watching him grow. And, yes, it must have killed him that Zoro just cut down his attempt to put his life on the line for Luffy, and he's trying to be reliable in a new way and he must still be pissed at Zoro but he's treating him slightly differently, even if it's not to Zoro's face.
And when Luffy finds out what happened, it's going to kick off. His reaction could be one of many and it would still ring true. He could be megapissed at Kuma. He could also be pissed at Zoro for doing that, and for not telling him, it could be really bad for their relationship, or it could be really good. Oda is gonna make it damn emotion, either way.
Well, I went into a complete rant, so feel free to go off too. XD
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Right, I'll assume you've read 513 already, so if you ain't, run off and read it, bask in it's sheer 'wtf'ery, then come back and read the rest o' this shizz..........................................okai? okai.
Now. For them all to have just fucked off like that is worrying, sure, but Oda is bringing it back down to his version of 'normality' now. We've had Zoro as the, pretty much, focal point of our stress and fascination for a while now. Since TB, pretty much all eyes have been on him (with the exception of the Duval Arc-but-not-rly, in which we witnessed Sanji's mad facial reconstruction skillz again, moar on that later), and now with the rest of the crew experiencing the same fate as Zoro, he's not the only victim anymore.
Back to Sanji, what you said about him growing is sooooooo true! Thinking back to when we first met him, he was always (still is in a way) so threatened by other men. Whether it was for sexual attention, status, or just plain discomfort, it doesn't matter. He warmed to Luffy quickly, because Luffy only really paid attention to him, personally, and his food. There was none of the whole 'alpha-male checking and strutting' shit. But, he was threatened by Usopp and Zoro, though Zoro has always been a threat to him. It used to be all about Nami, Vivi, Robin, whoever. But right now it's all about Luffy.
Sanji was pissed at Zoro on TB because he wanted to prove, in a way, that he was worthy enough to be considered Luffy's right hand man and that his life was worthy of ending in Luffy's name or honor or whatever. I have no fucking idea.
Back to my main point which was........uh.......them all disappearing. Right. Now Zoro isn't the main focus anymore. He wasn't hailed as such that obviously, because I don't think Oda wanted to make too big a deal out of it all, what with most of them not even knowing and all. Brook knows, I think Robin knows (correct me if I'm wrong) but most importantly, Sanji knows, and it is more important because, as you've said, Sanji's grown. And so has Zoro, because when we first met him, he swore to kill Luffy if he ever got in the way of his dream. And their relationship has grown, too. Sanji was willing to die for Luffy, for all of them, and he was willing to die for Zoro just then, too, which speaks fucking volumes about how strong their bond is.
To what you said about where Zoro (now them all) is, back in Impel Down, if Ace is even there yet, that would tie in nicely, bringing them back full circle to the whole WhiteBeard v Shichibukai thingy.
Another theory I read over at Manga Helpers was that Kuma is actually acting against the World Gov. and wants to help Zoro out, so he transported him to somewhere safer.
Then again, what Sentoumaru said about 'flying for three days and nights' after one hit makes me question what everyone is saying.
I don't know what the fuck Oda is doing. I keep ranting at my friend that 'omg, he's never pushed it this far before!' and 'omg, their actually fucked, this is the worst it's ever been!'
I was explaining to her boy, who's not completely up-to-date with the manga, but close, that the closest that could come to the drama right now would be Movie 6, do you agree? Is that just too whacked? Are you even reading anymore? I wouldn't blame you if you weren't, I wouldn't be.
Damn, look at all dem words..........yeah, I'm screwed.....
Anyway, sorry about all that. Got too excited again!!!
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And yet he doesn't act pissy or petulant, he doesn't attack Zoro. He thinks about it. He keeps it to himself. And he maybe watches Zoro a little more. And I love that. We've seen all the characters take major steps forward, some far more obviously than others - Nami learning to trust others and being freed from her shackles at Arlong Park, Usopp refusing to give up during battles where he knows he's hopelessly outmatched, Robin admitting that she wants to be part of the crew and that she doesn't want to be alone anymore. But what's happening at the moment is Zoro and Sanji's growth, and I think it's more rivetting than any 'leveling up' in fighting technique that we've seen before, because it hasn't been explicitly talked about, because that's not how Zoro and Sanji work. I can see there being something said about it later, or even nonverbal communication, but they're not there yet because they're both adjusting and keeping an eye on each other.
Movie 6 has actually been mentioned a couple of times now by different people, and I loveLOVE that, because it's so true and I'm so glad to see I'm not the only one reminded of it. The animation of those current chapters, with Luffy running between them all and not quite making it in time, is going to be so beautifully painful. And Movie 6 really shows what happens when cracks appear between the Straw Hats, and that is potentially what's happening now. There are secrets, there's separation, and the fall out has the potential to be EPIC.