Title: But once it starts…
Rating: Mature 15+; no actual sex but there is always something with me ;)
Media: fic
Pairing/Characters: Zoro / Sanji
Word Count(if applicable): 260
Prompt: 'beginnings'
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Zoro leaned against the mast and ran his fingers up the gnarled scar. Since the second he got it, that scar had been his whole life. His future. It pointed the way to everything the swordsman wanted.
Didn't it?!
He looked out over the rolling waves and let the sun beat down on him.
It started with a fight. Just like any other fight.
That wasn't really that surprising. They always fought, as long as the swordsman could remember. Well, they argued first. Then feet would be raised, katanas drawn and pretty soon… that was the surprising bit.
In the middle there was sex. Mind blowing, out-of-this-world… irregular. Painfully irregular; and his pain tolerance was very high. He could put up with blood, sweat, high-pitched screaming that would kill a banshee outright… but being without sex was another thing.
Not that he ever minded before.
Somewhere underneath all of his denial a little grain of truth agitated.
The truth was that it was being without Sanji. Now no one else would do.
Damn cook.
It was his lips that the swordsman's body craved. His soft skin. His legs, so long that he swore they wrapped around him twice, tightening as Sanji's breathing quickened. His sharp teeth on the swordsman's neck, making his whole body tingle with the sweetness of welcome pain…
Some things were easy in the beginning. Other things were always hard.
The blond, he was impossible. Right from day one.
So what was at the end?
All the swordsman knew was that he wasn't ready for it yet.
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