oneeyedalpha (oneeyedalpha) wrote in childofeden_rp, @ 2013-10-08 01:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: sanji (dropped), character: zoro roronoa (dropped), location: oni giri residence (dropped), thread: complete, |week: 01, ~date: 07/july 10 |
Fit to Be Buckled
Who: Zoro and Sanji
Where: Oni Giri (Residence)
When: Week 1, Wednesday Evening
Why: Preparation for Avalon Meet & Greet
Warning: Cursing, name-calling
Sanji was humming quietly to himself and smiling. His necktie and jacket had been removed and were sitting on back of his chair. With the buttons of his shirt undone part way, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the cook looked the picture of calm.
The tempura udon he'd made for dinner had gone over well with Zoro, leaving Sanji content as he cleaned up the kitchen. He must have been the only person in the world to actually enjoy doing dishes by hand, but knowing that cleaning dishes was like preparing a canvas for a new work of art had given him just the right amount of perspective to enjoy it. Besides, a meal wouldn't feel complete without a stack of clean dishes drying on the rack.
Zoro wasn't quite sure how Sanji got the tempura just right, like a magic trick he wasn't earnestly interested in figuring out. All he needed to know was that somehow Sanji took fresh vegetables and large shrimps, delicately breaded and fried them, and when served with cold udon (or soba) noodles and a bit of dipping sauce, it was a delicious trick in a range of textures.
Of course, he hadn't dressed to go out to Avalon before tempura, tempting fate with the soy sauce. But afterwards, he'd gone into the bedroom and dressed in the clothes Sanji had laid out for him. Dark blue jeans, pinstripe white button-down that he'd left half unfastened and rolled up the sleeves on. Knowing he could get away with them given the nature of this particular club, Zoro had taken the opportunity to strap on his tall black leather boots. The matching bit of black leather and glint of gold making a buckling bracelet had him smirking as he fastened it on. Sanji wore them all the time, he practically had a fetish for the damned things, and Zoro promised himself he'd have it wrapped around Sanji's dick before they were done for the night.
The swordsman aligned himself against Sanji from behind, pressing him against the edge of the counter somewhat where his hands braced themselves on either side of Sanji's body. "Did you have to do that right after the meal? Now you're going to have pruny hands when we go. Everyone will think I've got an old man on my arm," he complained right into a nip at the mark on Sanji's neck.
Sanji's neck was nothing if not sensitive. He shivered and leaned back against Zoro, head tilted back. "Hmph," he replied softly wiggling his shoulders back against him. "These have to be done immediately if I don't want everything to cake on, baka." There was zero bite to his words. He resumed doing the few remaining dishes, but continued leaning on Zoro. "Nice bracelet." He squirmed back, and then grinned. "And boots." Sanji did ever so love those boots.
"Finish faster and you can admire them sooner, lazy cook. At the club." Zoro's hands rubbed their way up Sanji's working arms, then wrapped around Sanji's middle. "What even perverted you into liking buckles so much?" Maybe he'd need to look into getting Sanji something to wear that would take a while getting in and out of.
Doesn't everyone like buckles? "Pfft." He tipped his head to the side, and nuzzed against Zoro while his fingers found the plug to empty the sink. "Who says I like them in a perverted way anyway? That's just your marimo brain filling in details."
Zoro's hand slid to grasp Sanji's belt buckle, and he backed off a step, physically turning Sanji around by the accessory handle. "I'll prove it. Later," he thumbed the belt leather back and forth for a few strokes, sliding the tail in and out of the clasp before putting it back into place.
He lifted the hand towel from beside the sink, tossing it at Sanji. "I'm calling our cab."
The towel hit Sanji in the face while he was distracted, causing the cook to roll his eyes at Zoro and retrieve it from where it fell. "Yare, yare," Sanji replied. He lit a cigarette, and went to their room to change his clothes. He was acting nonchalant, but there was a faster skip to his step as he hurried to get ready.
After sliding into tight burgandy jeggings, a soft pink sweater that hung at the shoulders, a loose necktie, some ankle boots, and a few accenting pieces of jewelry, Sanji hardly had time to get a brush through his hair and slide a cigarette behind his ear before Zoro got too annoyed and came to look for him. Which, if that happened, would only make them later. It took a long time to make elegantly disheveled homosexual look so effortless, after all.
Before Zoro had a chance to yell at him for taking so long, he'd grabbed his lighter and slid it into a pocket. He was doing up his belt as he came down the hall to rejoin the marimo.
There were times when Zoro managed to forget for a few minutes of masculine bickering how pretty Sanji could be. How his skinny muscle could look soft, pettable, even when the man let the stubble of his chin grow and had such argumentative crap coming out of his mouth all the time.
He'd had some barking about Sanji's taking too long saved up on the back of his tongue, but it slid down the back of his throat and he'd almost forgotten about it when he saw Sanji put together. His dark eye looked the blonde slowly up and down, and instead of saying anything at all, he stepped in close. His arm went around Sanji's back, other hand coming up to catch Sanji's jaw and hold him in place where Zoro pressed a deep kiss over Sanji's lips.
No matter how many times Zoro kissed him like that, it always took Sanji's breath away. His initial reaction was to gasp, and lift his hands to brace himself on Zoro's shoulders. He was about a beat away from lifting his leg like a princess from one of the fairytale books he had as a kid, but managed to partly hold back on the impulse by pointing one leg back behind him, toes pointed to the floor, body leaning into the strong frame in front of him.
When the kiss finally broke, Sanji was flushed in the cheeks and lips and panting softly. "Dammit Zoro," he breathed.
As tempting as Sanji was like this, beautifully flushed, short of breath, and as easily as Zoro could have had him right then and there, they were never going to get to the club that way. "Let's go out and have some fun tonight," Zoro encouraged, two fingertips stroking down the warm pink curve of Sanji's cheek. "You dance with anybody you want. Flirt with anybody you want." His hand slid, until he could cup the barest hold over the crotch of Sanji's pants. "But you save this for when we get home tonight."
Sanji shifted, and then lifted up his hands to curl them in Zoro's shirt, pulling just hard enough to inch them towards the door. "Mmm Osu, Marimo-sama." He pulled Zoro closer still, so that he could brush his own lips against the wolf's.
The horn from the taxi cab, which had already been idling out front for a few minutes, blared at them impatiently. Asshole. But Zoro lingered there with Sanji, even as they slowly backed their way towards the door, teeth glancing Sanji's lips softly.
Then they were at the door, and his hand found the keys in his pocket, letting them out to meet the taxi.
Edited for a few words that were missing!