This comes from reading too much RvB slash.
It also comes from being stuck in my aunt's house, being forced to either brave the hot Georgia sun outside while talking to older catty female relations and spoiled-rotten kids, or hanging out in the air-conditioned house with the my book and the relatable males of my family, but forced to hear the hunting channel going on 24/7. This is what is birthed from my INTENSE HATE of hunting, and thinking that all hunter's who do it for the sport should be sodomized. And undergo banjo music. THEN SEE HOW MUCH YOU LIKE SLAUGHTERING DEFENSELESS DEERS. *gets off her soapbox*
Note: Yea, I know a satyr's half-goat, half-human. But really...does ANYONE know what they're called? If you do, msg me-I'll quickly change the title and the word in this fic to make it correct. Until then...yea, just squint and imagine the word to mean less 'goaty' things.
Warning: Yaoi, grope-age, AU (in a questionable time period with a questionable culture), a weird Zeff as Sanji's dad (my other choice was Franky, and in the end it didn't work), OOC (for me) jumping of flesh on flesh. I'm not sure if I should make this rated 'M'. I will if I make more chapters.
Enjoy! And please R&R-reviews make Dormychan think of turning things from oneshots to chapters. Or think of dragging herself from RvB slash and PvP games to her writing...which her hyper-acronym-ness makes her keep getting distracted from.
Satyr
"Ouch! Ah, jeez..."
"Hmm?" Usopp turned around, looking up from aiming his musket to examine his blond haired brother beside him. "What...? What is it now?"
Sanji had his back to the long-nosed sibling, throwing the knife he had been toying with away and coddling his limb. "A-Ah, nothing! Nothing, I just...cut myself a little."
The blond cringed away further as his brother frowned and examined him harder. "Really," he said, dipping his gun down to lean over. "Lemme see. Is it deep?"
"No!" Sanji snapped-a little too loudly. As Usopp hissed at him for silence, he sighed and said in a harsh whisper. "No, it's not even drawing blood. Stop worrying."
Usopp blinked slowly at him, silently illustrating his annoyance. He went back to peeping over the fallen log they were behind, holding his musket up and watching for movement. "Can't concentrate with all this girliness over cuts," he muttered under his breath. "Shouldn't even be playing with knives-should be doing what dad said and actually doing some work..."
Sanji snapped his head around. "What was that?"
"Nothing!" Usopp cringed under his brother's gaze. He was glad when the blond went back to just hugging his arm to his chest, crying over a 'small cut' like a baby in his eye. The sharpshooter went back to what he was being blackmailed to do. Grudgingly.
The gash in Sanji's arm was pretty deep. He really shouldn't have been playing with the knife-but he was bored. Hunting was...ugh, gruesome. And very boring-his joints ached from crouching in this bush behind this log since dawn. Still, he hadn't expected it the knife to go that deep. Blood was dripping out pretty bad. He winced at the pain, but winced harder when his body automatically began sucking...something out of him to correct the problem.
He watched as skin appeared like tiny tendrils of string, and began stitching over the blood, crossing each other to mend over the wound. With surprising speed, his wound was healed. Good as new. Just the mess of blood that he had to clean up before Usopp saw.
Usopp looked over his shoulder when he heard water sloshing around. "Hey!" he hissed in a whisper. "Stop that! You're wasting water!"
Sanji gave him another scowl, shaking the drops of water out of the canteen as he did. "Shut up, mind your own business." He happened to take a sniff at his plaid flannel shirt-he crinkled his nose. "Ugh, nothing takes out this damn shady deer piss crap. Dumbest thing you've bartered from a peddler yet, Usopp."
"Hey, it was cheap! And its suppose to attract them better-"
"Isn't that what the doe whistle's for?"
Usopp fingered the tiny whistle he had yet to use on his belt, but didn't say anything. Sanji snorted. Great-as if they didn't have a big enough advantage over the poor things. This was just cheating.
As Usopp finally huffed, defeated but unwilling to comment, Sanji tuned him out. He had corked the canteen back and was wiping his wet arm with the inside of his dark jacket when Usopp sucked in his breath between his teeth, making his brother look up. Sanji was annoyed until he saw Usopp's face, all serious as he aimed at a target. A moving target, it seemed.
"What is it?" Sanji frantically hissed, scootching to Usopp and trying to follow where the gun was aiming. Before them was nothing but thicket, netted together in a near impenetrable wall. But there-slipping across the bushes with barely a rustle, just to the east twenty or thirty yards away-yea, he could see it. The flank of a buck.
Sanji was quivering. Not from nostalgia at the hunt. Not even relief at this idiotic slaughter of a gentle creature about to be over. He crinkled his face in disgust and slouched with his back to the buck and the log, still quivering from the bile in his throat. He wanted a smoke-this was too disgusting. "Tell me when it's over," he growled, glaring pointedly at the bush before him.
Usopp's voice was calm, all business. "This is an easy shot. You could try picking up your gun and doing something-"
"No."
"But, Sanji-"
"NOOOO. Never."
Usopp snorted. "You're going to have to come clean to dad sooner or later."
"Let that old man think what he wants-my hands are for cooking, not slaughtering. And stop complaining! I do the skinning, don't I?"
Usopp shivered a bit, but nodded. Sanji had no stomach for killling, and his little brother had a fear of touching dead things.
"Now, hurry up and shoot that thing so we can go home!"
Again, Usopp nodded. He returned to his aim, and Sanji returned to sulking. In a family full of renowned hunters for their village, he was the black sheep. He cooked, which was 'women's work' to his father, and had no skill in aim nor a steady hand with a gun. To make him even more of an outcast, he was a healer. A Stitch, as they were called, with a spat to the ground and a curse at the heels.
He hadn't asked for the power-he had been born with it, from his dead mother's side he gathered. He could heal himself, and with the touch of his skin to another he could mend any creature. Or, unmend them, he guessed. Any body part that was under his touch was at his mercy. If his father ever found out...if anyone found out-sweet Gods, he would be screwed.
The sound of a shot made Sanji snap to attention. 'Great,' he thought, closing his eyes and trying to block out whatever horrible noise the beast croaked out from its dying throat. 'Now we can go home, and I can make a nice venison stew-'
The shout of shock and pain slashed through the air like a machete. It wasn't the sound of a shot deer...it was the sound of a wounded man.
Sanji looked at Usopp. Usopp looked at Sanji. His mouth was opened with a silent scream while Sanji sat there in disbelief.
Finally, the blond muttered. "It...it was the back of a deer...right?"
Usopp didn't utter anything, quivering like a leaf. He didn't have to-Sanji knew the answer.
"Shit...Shiiiiit. Oh, FUCK!"
"We're dead," Usopp uttered, clinging to his gun as a mixture of animal bellows and human screams intermingled in the air. "We're dead we're dead we're dead-crap, I'M DEAD...! No, no no no no no-"
Sanji had to shake his brother out of his trance. "Snap out of it, Usopp! We're not dead!"
"I KILLED A SATYR, HOW AM I NOT DEAD-"
His screech was cut off by the older brother's hands cuffing his mouth. He reverted to whimpering, as if he was about to cry.
Sanji sighed, trying to calm Usopp. And himself. Shit, they were really in for it now. "Look, Usopp...it's okay. I'll fix this-just...go back home and say something to pop. Lie or something. I'll be back close behind you-"
Usopp blinked his huge eyes and tore Sanji's hand from his mouth. He was frantic. "Sanji, no! You can't kill it-the village will know!"
A pit fell in Sanji's stomach. Of course, that would be the normal way of seeing how to get out of harming one of the Forest's precious Children. Slaughtering it and burying the evidence. Then none would be the wiser for a couple of months, and things would be fine.
Until a five year long drought suddenly came along. Then, they were screwed. Sacrificially screwed.
In response, Sanji shoved Usopp out of the bushes, gesturing wildly in the direction of their cabin. "Go, just GO! Don't worry about me-get gone before someone starts wondering where we are!"
You didn't have to tell Usopp twice. He only hesitated a second, staring at Sanji in panic and disbelief. Then, the coward high-tailed it out, tripping on inclines, rocks, and twigs the whole way.
Sanji waited, watching his brother's back til he was out of sight. Then, he steeled himself and slipped across the brush towards the grunts and groans of pain.
((/\\))
"GO, Chopper! Just get lost! GO!"
"I...I can't! You're bl-bleeding!"
Zoro gnashed his teeth at the smaller satyr, his face grinding on the earth as he writhed in pain. The bullet burned like fire in his thigh-the ground was already sticky with blood. Damn those humans!
Chopper, still in his deer form, was hovering beside his green-haired brother figure. He didn't know what to do-but he wasn't going to leave the last of his family alone, with a hunter he could smell coming closer.
The larger satyr, however, was not letting him stick around. He was lying on the ground, but he managed to sit up a little and swat at him with a fist. "Go!" he roared, in the sound of a bellow between a buck and a man. "Get away! Just run away, before I kill you!"
The little deer was bawling. He did not want to leave him! But...suddenly, a crack of a twig from under someone's boot hit his ears. He froze, frightened-the hunter was here. He shivered but remained immobile, unsure and filled with animal fright. Yet suddenly, Zoro grabbed his leg.
He gave him a long, meaningful look. It tapped straight into Chopper's brain: Run. And hide.
The younger satyr took a few steps back, looking at Zoro. Then he turned and galloped away just as Sanji broke through the underbrush to the clearing.
((/\\))
Sanji brushed the remaining branches from his face, the sound of rushing water filling his ears. The clearing opened up, and he nearly came too close to the eroding edge of a stream, clear and cold as it sliced through the hillside. The grass was tall, and flattening a large area of it was Zoro, writhing in pain.
Sanji's eyes widened-a tan, muscular man was lying bare naked on the ground. Seems the bullet shot had shocked him out of his half-deer form. Anyone walking by wouldn't have saw him as a mystical monster-but his bright green hair, the color of moss, gave him away. Offspring of the Forest indeed.
The man rolled over, impudently giving his back to the hunter standing over him. Speckles of white pigment made a trail across his back, contrasting with the splotches of sunlight that slipped through the canopy overhead. Yet turning over hurt-he gave a shout and rolled back. He gripped his leg, feeling his wound gush blood every few seconds.
Shit! Damn hunter. He couldn't believe how bad he had been fooled. He thought he had smelled a female satyr-something Zoro had long since given up on finding, being he and Chopper were the last of his race. He had just wanted what he only saw in dreams; a mate, soulmate. Someone who would be there for Chopper when his big brother Zoro couldn't be. Someone who'd care for him, like family. Good gods, the kid hadn't even known a mother before! But he had taken a chance and come out as a fool. He hated himself for being tricked, and loathing eclipsed his hopes as the one who stenched of a possible mate began to edge forward.
Sanji had his hands out, on his knees and gingerly creeping towards the Satyr. "Easy..." he muttered, his eyes trying their best not to rake over Zoro's body as he worked to soothe him. He was blushing-it was awkward being near something so human, being so naked. He could see muscles flex and convulse under a sheen of sweat, moving from pain and rapid breathing. His eyes were such a piercing black, they seemed to slice open Sanji's mind in half; and for the life of him, he couldn't understand why the satyr was so flushed- Sanji quickly slapped himself out of it. Just what the hell was he thinking? He was seriously losing it...probably from panic.
It was the Satyr's panic that was obvious-he recoiled from Sanji's touch, still holding his wound and snarling at Sanji. He knew it to be a trick-well, if this stinking (smells so good) human thinks he can trick me twice, then he's a complete idiot. I'm all Chopper's got left-I'm not being wiped out without a fight.
Sanji snapped his hand away when Zoro tried to grab it. He dodged a punch to his face and took a confused step back. Um...well that wasn't really normal Satyr behavior. Weren't they nonviolent? As if to answer, Zoro snarled and backed further away, like a cornered predator.
With that, and the way this one was staring at him as if trying to make him combust from mental hate, the blond highly doubted it.
Sanji sighed. "You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?"
Zoro responded with a grunt. He snarled when Sanji began advancing again. Sanji didn't care-he kept going, his hands out reached to Zoro. He didn't have time for this-he had his brother to think about. Who knows what could happen if he didn't appear home with his brother from the Forest-the village could possibly be put into a panic about one of their youths missing, and send a search party. And then, well...he'd be in for it then.
The green-haired Satyr hissed in surprise when he realized he had no where left to run-his hand felt the empty air that was the edge of the eroded slope, with a straight drop to the stream below. He couldn't run, he couldn't leap into the stream and swim away...seems the only option left for him to fight. A strap was around his other leg, holding the hilt of a knife-he drew it, with the blade glinting in the meager light.
Sanji didn't notice- he was in front of him, inches away. "Alright," he mumbled. "Let's take a look at that leg, shall we-AHH!"
The sound of cloth and skin being sliced open came from under Sanji's nose. His face was in wide, shock. He looked at Zoro. He was smirking, his hand at the blonde's chest. Around the hilt of a dagger.
Zoro let go, abandoning his weapon for an opening to slip from under the hunter. Sanji backed away to examine the blade hilt deep in his stomach. Blood was spilling out of his wound. "Oh...oh god," he mumbled. "Oh...shit."
While the blond quickly grabbed the hilt and dragged the blade out of his gut, Zoro began inching from the doomed human to make an escape. It was hard, because the smell coming off from Sanji, besides the blood, was making him very light-headed. He viciously tried to use his brain, until he saw Sanji gasping and looking down at his chest as if expecting something to happen. What? Shouldn't he be screaming? Or fainting-or something that someone normally does when they've got a gaping hole in thier chest?
Yet there was no hole. Zoro stared wide-eyed at the bloodied rip in the man's shirt, showing his pale skin. There was no hint of him ever being cut-just the drying blood on his chest.
Sanji was breathing heavily. That had been scary-and agonizing. He had never been cut that deep before-he could feel the organs inside of him still sucking out his power in order to heal themselves. Possibly a spleen and his stomach. For any normal human, they would have met thier death.
The blond rubbed his slick fingers on his pants, grumbling about how there was so much blood he'd have to explain to his dad. He then glanced at the dagger, and smirked weakly. He waved it in Zoro's face, who was too busy staring at him as if he had a second head. "Thanks, moss-head, I think I'll use this. You could've just handed it to me though. Now, hold still. I'm going to pop out that bullet for you..."
Sanji put his hand on Zoro's thigh, wincing as the blood from the wound gushed over his fingers, and held the knife's tip steadily at the entrance. That caught Zoro's attention.
He snarled blackly, his hands suddenly around Sanji's neck. They gripped hard around it.
Sanji's eye widened with fear. Strangling? That would definitely kill him.
He stared into the narrowed leer of Zoro's, his blue eyes pleading into black ones that tried to bore into his skull. A growl came from the satyr's throat. He didn't apply much pressure with his hands to Sanji's windpipe-this was a warning. A very deadly warning.
Sanji wheezed. "C-Calm down. I'm try...trying to help. Plea...se."
Consciousness was slipping from the blond. His hands shakily went to the tan man's chest, desperate to stop him. They traveled up, touching his neck with the strength of a twig compared to the creature holding him. Zoro eyed the fingers desperately pleading at his neck-instead of letting his fuzzy brain have its way and lean into his palm, he remained stiff. Damn, even his skin had that smell on him. He couldn't take breathing it in-it bothered him too much! It even eclipsed the anger he felt at having such a low trick being played on him. Gods, he smelled too wonderful.
After a long stretch of silence, in which Sanji took away his shaky hands to try and dig his thin fingers through the tan ones around his throat, and Zoro tried to shake himself out of the trance his confusion had put him in. Finally, Zoro loosened his grip on Sanji, who bent over and heaved for air as the hands left him. Zoro watched him gulp for air, then raised his eyebrow when the blond glared at him viciously behind his bangs.
"Shitty ass animal-will you just lay back and let me help you?"
As if he understood, Zoro narrowed his eyes at him, but extended his thigh out to show the wound better. Sanji hesitated, fiddling with knife and trying to not look at anything above the bleeding wound. Especially not was directly above it.
He heard a snort, and looked up. Zoro had his eyebrow cocked up, but the rest of his face was expressionless. 'Perve' was obviously what he was saying.
Sanji flushed, then with a glare bent back down his head. He put the knife tip to the wound.
"Yea, this hurts me more than it hurts you."
Zoro bit his lip when the knife dug into his wound. He tried to keep himself from screaming from the pain, writhing his hands at his side into fists and hunching over his back, but he could taste blood on his lips. He hadn't noticed when he had grabbed on Sanji's shoulders in a plea for him to stop, and when he opened his scrunched up eyes, he found himself nose deep in blond hair. Then he was wafted into a new smell.
Sanji didn't notice. He was bent over Zoro, working through the blood and the flayed tissue to get at that little piece of metal. He batted Zoro's hands away from entangling in his hair. "Stop that," he muttered distractedly. "I'm trying to work."
Zoro didn't stop. His brain was still fuzzy, but this new scent was making it fuzzier. Yet he had to ignore it for a second when Sanji suddenly hit the side of the bullet. He began caressing it out with the blade, and Zoro bent his head to grind his crown with Sanji's to bare the pain. He pulled on blond tendrils, gnashing his teeth. "Nnngh...!"
"Shhhhh...s'alright, it's almost out." Sanji tried to soothe him, using a voice he saved for other 'patients' he had had before. Mostly small animals like dogs and birds. He didn't know if he could heal something as big as a satyr. But damn it-for Usopp's sake, he had to try right?
"Ah! Sokay sokay-look, I got it out. See?" Sanji softly took the knife from the wound and pinched up the tiny ball from it. He held up the tiny musket ball for Zoro to see, but Zoro didn't look up. His face was too convulsed in concentration to open his eyes.
Sanji discarded the ball and place his hands on Zoro's inner thighs. He was still soothing under his breath, but became silent as he squinted up his eyes to concentrate on the energy inside him. It warmed his hand like it was on fire, and clenched his chest down making him convulse and pant rapidly.
Zoro watched him through half-lidded eyes, feeling the warmth heating over his wound. His skin felt odd-really tingly and thin. He heard a ringing in his ears, as if he had just held his breath for a while and was suddenly getting onto his feet. But he watched Sanji through the entire uncomfortable experience, seeing it was worse for him than it was for the Satyr.
It really was. Sanji suddenly felt hyper-aware of everything around him-mostly what was happening inside Zoro. He could feel, could see every muscle move, every organ and tissue pulse, every tiny piece of flesh shiver under him as he sat over him, his hand the only connection to seeing the harmony happening under Zoro's skin.
He felt like he was bleeding again-after just mentally nudging open the floodgates for his power in his mind, he now had his energy spilling out of him unbiddingly from his hand, soaking out of his splayed hand to splatter unseen across Zoro's wound. He could fill it shrink and disappear under his palm. Indeed, when he lifted his hand it was gone.
Zoro looked down, widening his eyes at seeing the wound was gone. Sanji gave a sigh of relief. Big mistake. He groaned, and retracted from Zoro, putting his hands to cover his eyes. He felt like he was having a massive hangover. The sunlight was a glare that burned his eyes, and his head felt fuzzy. Even the soft trickling of the stream sounded like the roar of the waterfall.
"Ugh..." he muttered, his voice muffled. "J...Just gimme a minute...Ow."
Damn-this had never happened before. Usually with birds and dogs he had just felt a few seconds of light-headedness. He felt like he had just smacked his head against a brick wall.
Zoro watched him, hearing the human moan over the migraine he was feeling. The satyr seemed to contemplating something very hard, looking over the Stitch's head to watch the sunlight play on his blond hair. His brain felt very fuzzy...but he could feel the need inside very clearly. The need that burn and grated against his chest, begging to get out. He had spent too many decades alone with just Chopper-he couldn't even remember clearly what a female looked like. Only the smell had remained vivid, imprinted on his brain from birth. Probably the only reason why he was even contemplating this-
No! No no-he couldn't.
This was not a mate for him. This was wrong-even if he had delicate pale skin, thin long fingers, wispy blond hair...mmm, that smell had had a smell of its own. Totally indescribable. He wanted to wring his hands in it even more.
The moans he was making now finally pushed Zoro off the edge-hell, it propelled his ass off it. 'Fuck instinct' he thought, grabbing Sanji's shoulder. 'It's been too long.'
((/\\))
Sanji didn't notice he had been flipped on his back by two strong tan hands, until he felt someone on his hands and knees over him. He took his hands from his face to look up at Zoro. He was between his legs, looking down at him with hazed eyes. His hand was on his chest, keeping him down.
"Wh...Wha?" Sanji meeped, his head swimming but confusion plastered plainly across his face. "What are you doing?"
A deep rumbling came from Zoro's throat as his answer. His piercing eyes scanned over the light skin peeking from Sanji's ruined flannel shirt, specifically his neck. The satyr bent down, making for that lily-white pillar with his mouth pantingly open; Sanji's hand on his face stopped him.
"Shitty venison dish." Sanji put all his leftover energy in inching Zoro back. He managed to fight against his superhuman strength to sit up by his elbows. He snarled at Zoro. "I can get you being grateful-but your bullshitting if you think you're getting anything more out of this. Back off."
Zoro didn't back off. He flashed the hunter an accusatory glare-'This is your fault, damn it'-and tore his hands from him. In a split second, he pressed up against Sanji and crushed his lips to the blond's.
Sanji yelped in his mouth. Tongue instantly conquered his surprised hot crevice, swirling against his. Zoro hummed-he tasted good. Better than he would have thought a shitty human would have-he wanted more, and pressed deeper against an unresponsive tongue. He was disappointed when with a trail of saliva, the mouth was pulled away as the owner edged backwards.
Instantly, Sanji opened his mouth to verbally attack the creature. "WHAT THE FUCK-no, not again damnit!"
Sanji backed farther away when Zoro swooped to capture his mouth again. He yelped a curse of surprise when his hands met with nothing but air. He was suddenly falling backwards over the edge.
With a short fall and a splash, he hit the creek. Chilly water greeted his nerve endings, caressing him over. Sanji sputtered in the three inch deep water. He splayed pebbles and water everywhere in his panic, but just as we was calming and already instinctively turning to climb to the other side of the narrow creek and make an escape, a warm body stopped him, sitting on his legs. And then lips were against his again, pressing impatiently.
This time, Sanji resisted, even with tan fingers intermingling with his hair in a tingling way that drove him crazy. He gave Zoro a wall of teeth to get through. Zoro didn't seem to be bothered that much-he just wrenched back Sanji's head by his hair, and attacked his neck.
Sanji gasped at the pain, but melded it into a groan of unbidded approval when teeth scratched the base of his throat. Zoro grunted, his mouth sliding up the blond's throat as he nibbled and swirled his tongue against the sensitive flesh. Sanji shuddered, and Zoro smirked against his skin at his reaction.
"Ahh...st-stop...Stop!"
Sanji's words went unheeded. The only response he got was Zoro unwinding his fingers from gruffly holding his blond hair, slipping instead to brush his fingers against the tender back of his neck. The other hand slipped down, until it stopped at his chest. A bright ribbon of red flushed across his face when calloused digits dexterously undid each of the buttons to his soaked shirt-how could something that didn't wear clothes be so good at getting off clothes?
He stuttered a negative at where this was going: "You sh-shitty moss-head! St-Stop it!"
Zoro growled a negative to his demands. When Sanji opened his mouth again, his lips were held immediately by the Satyr's, who swirled his tongue against his and dragged a moan from his throat. He moaned louder in the green-haired's mouth when Zoro burrowed his free hand under his open shirt and tweaked his nipple.
Oh gods. Had...had he really just moaned? TWICE!
This was wrong-on so many levels! It was taboo, practically unthinkable. He could get kicked out of the village for this. He could be put to death even. Forget Usopp-it was his own skin that was in trouble now.
Frantic, Sanji ignored the hot tingles electrocuting his body from Zoro's attention and tried to push him off. He got an 'a' for effort, but altogether it was useless. Satyr's had enormous strength-in his weakened state of blood-loss and spent energy, it was like trying to push a boulder off the blond's legs. He tried punching, but that backfired. With a smirk, Zoro grabbed Sanji's arm and suddenly pushed him down, his arm held over his head.
Sanji winced at the tiny pebbles digging into his back and skull, but didn't dwell on it when Zoro had his mouth to his neck again. He moaned at the possessive nip he got at where his neck met his skull, flushing so hard with embarrassment and pleasure that he didn't even feel the cold of the clear water. Zoro was lying on top of him, but he managed to grab Sanji's hand that was clawing his back and group with the other. He held them both with one, then somehow slipped the flannel shirt stained with blood off him and off to the side.
Sanji gasped and arched his back at his skin being exposed to the chilly spring air. Zoro chuckled-he actually chuckled, low and deep in his throat-and let his arms go to trace his fingernails down Sanji's sides. He used his mouth to open the hunter's wider, drinking in his rasping pants he made. His body was giving him away. So, Sanji noticed, was the satyr's. He didn't know what to think when something hard and fleshy brushed against his leg. Disgust didn't instantly bubble up-more like curiosity.
Seriously, he must have lost it.
Meanwhile, the stinking shirt that had been soaked in Usopp's odd concoction from a peddler floated downstream. Water lapped Sanji's skin, making him shiver. He had his hands on the green-haired man's shoulders, but they were simply perched there, as Sanji gasped and moaned inside the hot mouth over his. Zoro groaned with need at feeling the man writhe under him. It had been far too long. He barely noticed when the smell from before was gone-it bothered him for a second, but the other smell was still there. He drank that in instead. For some reason, it was better.
Sanji had gone off the edge of caring what this looked like. With his skin flushed, all he could think of was how hot his body was, and how he needed release. Yet he panicked when calloused fingers fumbled with the waistband of his pants. He broke from the kiss, starting to weakly exclaim against this.
BAMM!
A gunshot cut him off.
"Sir! The dogs are tracking something over here!"
"Follow them then, damn it. Sanji! SANJI!"
Crap, there's pops calling.
Zoro was frozen over Sanji, all caressing stopped. He had his head lifted and cocked towards the sound of humans, for once looking like the mammalian he partly was. Sanji slowly slipped off the high he had been swimming in, realizing that this looked bad. Extremely bad.
He tried pushing against the rock-solid forest creature: "Oi, shitty moss-head!" he hissed, tried to beat and kick him awake. "Get the fuck outta here! Go, get!"
Zoro ignored him. His nose crinkled at the smell of nearby humans. He looked down hungrily at Sanji, who froze under that gaze. Conflicting forces fought each other in his head-stand up and flee from the humans, or...grab Sanji and finish what he had started.
The way he was twirling a finger in the blond's hair made it obvious which side was winning. He smirked, his need obvious. Sanji's Adam's apple bobbed from him swallowing, his face beet red as Zoro stroked his cheek in thought.
Yet Chopper's bellow made him stop and snap his head up. He sounded far away, the message clear. He was shouting his name, looking for him.
That did it. Sanji held his breath, watching as Zoro gave him one last scalding rake with his eyes as he sat up on his knees. Then, like a breath of air, he was gone.
Sanji took in a breath. Then he sat up and quickly got on his feet to turn around and look behind him. All he saw was the haunches of a speckled buck disappear into the underbrush across the streams, slipping through like a shadow. Soon, there was no trace of him left.
((/\\))
It was the sound of Zeff and his older cousins breaking through the bush that began pulling Sanji out of the trance he held, staring at the other side of the creek. Hounds howled in greeting at seeing the person they were tracking standing before them, and soon after the crashing of paws in water, he felt a group of familiar wet noses pushing against his legs. He distractedly knelt down to greet the overjoyed dogs, knowing their names from his family's kennel. He flinched when Zeff's voice boomed behind him.
"OI! Little Eggplant-where the hell is your shirt?"
Sanji had completely forgotten his shirt. Well, that definitely made things more awkward. At least there was less blood to explain.
The blond slowly turned to face his father, who stood on the other side of the stream with a party of other hunter's, mostly from his family but also with hunters from the rest of the village intermingling in. They held muskets raised to the sky, obviously glad to see that a search had only taken so little time. He glanced around for Usopp-it wasn't too hard. He was right behind Zeff, waving sheepishly his gun at Sanji. His older brother glared at him. He 'eeped', then with watery eyes mouthed, 'I'm so, so, SO sorry!'
You better believe you are.
Zeff grabbed Sanji's attention again. "Ey? Where's the deer-oi, Usopp! Didn't you say Sanji was out here with a big buck, too big to carry? Why the hell did we all come out here if there's no buck!"
All Usopp could do was stare at the ground, stuttering between 'um' and 'well, I'. Sanji could have face palmed. Damn-he had told Usopp to come up with a GOOD lie. Oh, but of course he would instead make up some enormous tall-tale. Great-now he had to come up with a lie for himself. And quick.
He said the first thing that came to mind. "Pops, a Satyr took it."
All eyes were instantly on him. None had belief in them. Zeff scrutinized him hard-Usopp seemed to be making a silent scream. 'We're doomed,' he mouthed.
"What was that?" Zeff's eyes narrowed. "A Satyr?"
Sanji nodded, looking straight at 'pops'. He wasn't going to back down-though he was totally making up shit as he went along. "Yea, um...I was cleaning it, trying to, ah...cut it into smaller pieces to bring back-then some Satyr came outta nowhere and grabbed it from me. And, ya know...I can't fight back. So...what could I do?"
There was a long pause of silence.
Finally Zeff's broke through it. "Is that so...?"
"You don't believe me, geezer?"
"Does any of that have to do with why you're in the middle of a creek?"
"Yea," he snapped, not thinking.
"Oh? Do tell."
It took a second for Sanji to dig up something for that. "I uh...I went after him."
"Really?"
"Yup."
Zeff stroked his chin. "Hmm...Even though you couldn't...do anything?"
Shit! Sanji backtracked. "Um...negotiations?"
At that, the men and Zeff began snickering. Sanji negotiating with anything was a farfetched idea. Sanji flushed, balling up his fist. "Well," he said lamely. "It was good shitty meat!"
"Ha ha, I'm not saying it wasn't. So...why don't you have a shirt?"
Sanji growled, embarrassed at his poor lying skills. "It got wet," he muttered. "Didn't want to catch a cold..?"
The men flat out guffawed at that. Some grabbed their guts, while others pointed and plainly laughed in Sanji's face. None was louder than the huge blond man that was Sanji's pops. Sanji flushed with anger, and stomped out of the creek and past the men.
"If we're done," he grumbled. "Then I'm going home. Usopp-brotherly meeting right now."
Usopp hesitated for a second, til he finally followed behind his older brother. Jeez...he was going to get such a beating for this. And more blackmail.
Great.
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Chopper, in half human form, galloped beside Zoro, who from the waist down was deer, but the other half his tan human form. He stared up at his brother, who was lost in thought as they patrolled the forest.
"Um...Zoro?"
"Hmm?"
"Um..." Chopper fidgeted, a light blush on his cheeks. He knew he had to say something, but had no idea how to say it. After a few minutes of silence, in which Zoro didn't try to interrupt, he finally piped up, "Um...from my hiding place, I um...couldn't help seeing you with the human. And...And I, ah..."
Zoro looked down at the little kid, seeming unashamed at what he had been caught doing. "Yea? Something wrong?"
"Ah...well..." Chopper fidgeted faster and faster. Finally, he looked back up and exclaimed nervously, "Um, ah, does this mean...you found your mate?"
At the word 'mate', Chopper turned his head and blushed, muttering a 'never mind' while Zoro just walked beside him, his eyes wide.
He rubbed his chin, thinking. Finally, his face split in a grin, lustful and devlish. "Well," he said slowly, knowing Chopper was listening still. "I dunno...bastard's kinda a piece of crap. But...well, maybe."
Maybe if I get a hold of that pale skin again, and that blond hair. Zoro licked his lips apprehensively, remembering the taste of the hunter while Chopper exclaimed happily at his new 'brother-sister'.
Yea, that bastard was a definite maybe. But that wouldn't keep Zoro from taking a trip to the village at night to look for him...
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