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Pairing: Red Shirt Trio (Usopp/Sanji/Zoro)
Rating: R. Language and innuendo.
Word Count: 1231 (That was NOT on purpose)
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I only borrow them without permission and perv on them a little. I'll give them back, promise.
They had been waiting for Sanji to sneak out of the men’s quarters and into the anchor room. Much, much later, Usopp would blame the whole thing on the anticipatory boredom that had set in. Zoro hadn’t said a word since he strolled in to find Usopp layering blankets on the floor. It was hard to read his expression in the low light of the singular lamp, but then, Usopp wasn’t sure if he wanted to try and read the swordsman’s facial expression just then.
Such trifles: soft blankets, towel and water-filled basin, the light. But each one was a potent truth. Usopp brought them out of foresight of what was to come; he wanted to be here, he wanted this. No more lies of omission. The shield of being a barely involved third party had been put away. Zoro was wise not to comment. All there was to do now was wait for the chef to arrive.
It occurred to Usopp a few minutes into the comfortable silence that this was the first time he and Zoro had been alone before one of these…things. He wasn’t afraid. It was hard to be afraid of someone who made you come so hard you temporarily lost your senses. It was more of a fluttery awareness, as though the spirit, the essence of Zoro-ness were a palpable force in the room. If he closed his eyes, Usopp could feel it skimming the very surface of his skin.
The thought of skin forced him to drag his eyes to the subject of his thoughts. It was fortunate timing. Zoro had made his way to the middle of the blankets and was indulging in a long, complicated stretch, the kind usually done by cats before a pleasant nap. But in the dim shadows and muted light of the lantern, Usopp could make out the valleys, dips, and ridges Zoro’s well-trained muscles made as he rolled and arched his spine up, up, impossibly high--
Usopp could only watch his hand reaching out, stretching toward the arching spine, barely landing on the sun-kissed skin before skimming down. The motion was automatic. His brain was running on one track of distraction, a mad, scattered question of whether or not Zoro could purr as well as he growled and oh my yes, yes, and if the expanse of skin where his shoulder melded into his torso felt as good as he’d imagined, his favorite place to draw and no, it was better, how on earth was he getting away with this? And with a delightful shiver he came to the conclusion that it was so much easier to be brave in the dark.
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What Sanji walked in on couldn’t have been real. He had accidentally fallen asleep waiting for the others to settle in before he snuck off; he was dreaming. He…sounded like Usopp. Who was now sitting cross-legged in their meeting spot, ebony curls unbound and dressed only in worn-in pajama pants. Sprawled in a boneless pile across his lap was Zoro, looking like there was nothing more to his world than Usopp’s clever fingers caressing whorls into his scalp, across his jaw line, around his Adam’s Apple. Each languorous tease of the sniper’s fingers produced a bass-line rumbling purr; he accented it with sotto voce murmurings and the combined sound licked wicked hot in Sanji’s ear.
And Usopp was looking at him, blade-sharp eyes slicing through the dark only to gently ravish him from head to toe. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but Sanji imagined his grin was a predatory one, wholly incongruous to the hesitant smirk he usually wore when they played these…games. Sanji’s mouth was acrid; his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. Tonight, Usopp looked for the entire world like a lion tamer who was barely less dangerous than the beasts he dominated. But only just.
“Come in and close the door. We’ve been waiting for you.” The command came in the true voice of Great Captain Usopp, the voice of a man who’d seduced a thousand lovers and would ensnare a thousand more. It was a voice that wrapped around Sanji’s brain and dripped honey-slow through his very blood. What could Sanji do but comply?
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Usopp had been talking, but Zoro could never really catch what he was saying. It didn’t matter much, as long as he kept petting him, like that. Who knew that his hands would feel so nice? He’d felt Usopp’s hands before, but not like this. Usually the nimble digits were scratching madly at his arms and chest, or gripped tightly in his hair urging to go faster, deeper, when his words ran dry. This was smooth, indolent: he was touching him as thought the mere act of doing so was pleasurable.
And even as his body floated in a purgatory between desire and lethargy, Zoro realized that it had been far too long since anyone had actually touched him. Not in a violent way, with intent to kill or even to pick a fight. Not in a hungry way that demanded more of him (not that he wasn’t perfectly willing to deliver) or used him as a point of solidity when the world was folding in around them. He honestly could not recall the last time someone dared to touch him simply because…they wanted to. Because they wanted him.
But here, with Usopp’s voice caressing him with equal gentleness as his hands, the binds he put on himself were loosening bit by tortuous bit. A draft wafted across his skin, and he rolled his head just enough to see Sanji frozen in the doorway, mouth slightly open and panting. The glow of the lantern reflected the muted crimson sheen of his open shirt; his slacks blended into the shadows. Zoro thought he may have imagined it, but Sanji looked hesitant, like he wanted to step over the threshold but wasn’t sure if he were welcome. Usopp ordered him in…Usopp…ordered him…fuck.
And Sanji obeyed. Without a snarky remark, without a flip comment or a curse, he padded barefoot across the floor. And from where he lay, Zoro looked up at him, wondering if this were the end if it all, if allowing Sanji to view him unguarded would be the biggest mistake he’d ever made, if there would never be anything more than fights, frustration, and fucking between them—
“May I?” Sanji asked, his voice an awed, choked whisper.
“Mmmhmm.” Usopp answered, velveteen acquiescence in tenor.
Zoro’s eyes flew wide, his heart ceased to beat, his lungs would not breathe, a roar filled his ears. Time stretched thin before rebounding on itself, and Sanji touched him. His nerves overloaded on sensations. Cool silk cloth pressed across his chest, echoed by the corn-silk texture of Sanji’s hair. Behind him was the easy heat of skin over ribs and the thin softness of wash-worn cotton. Cigarette-pouted lips mouthed his name across his scar, into his belly button, across his hips, over and over and over, but silent. Slender fingers massaged the sides of his neck, palmed soothing swipes down his back. He must have made a strangled noise, because a mouth was just barely pressed against his, breathing out when he breathed in, in when he went out, easing him. It was alright, just this once, he could…he could…
The lantern light fluttered out.
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*pauses, re-reads, flops over*
Oh my god Tiff-chuwan. Tiff-darling. Tiff. This has just demolished any form of... thought processes I had... had going for me toni---........ *goes back to re-read AGAIN*
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...Just... jesus.
This is the kind of thing that keeps me in the fandom, keeps me reading fanfic. This is beautiful and glorious and so incredibly GORGEOUSLY written. I love your style. This was memoried even before I commented, though it didn't help be figure out what to say.
Touch is just one of the most amazing things in the world and Zoro rumbling and relaxing into it in such a... I mean, it's sexy, and yet it's so much deeper than that. Just being touched is something people need sometimes and... having people touch your face... One of the best sensations ever... And Usopp recognizing it and just being reverent but somehow casual, and Zoro in his lap...
And Zoro's moment of panic when Sanji comes in, and Sanji's awe... *whimpers*
I WANT TO KEEP TALKING BECAUSE I FEEL THE NEED TO SOMEHOW DRIVE HOME HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS. AND HOW I'M GOING TO RE-READ IT MULTIPLE TIMES TONIGHT MOST LIKELY. BUT MY WORDS FAIL ME. HOW CAN YOU WRITE THIS WHEN I CAN'T EVEN WRITE A COHERANT REPLY... ;_; *FLAILS*
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You.
Just -- you.
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*stares at puddle on the floor that used to be her brain*
Everything is just so...sensual and your descriptions and language are insanely awesome and I love how you broke it up into each perspective, too. Memoried like woah. *rereads*
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God, I want more. I want to know every detail, every touch between these three through your eyes. Your words here are like liquid sex, and there isn't even any sex in it.
bravo. brav-fucking-o.
*melts*
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wait a minute here... I have to recollect my thought after such a WONDERFUL piece of work.....
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*breathes in deeply*
Okay, where do I begin?
Usopp's admiring Zoro is beautifully written; the fact that touching and be touched can be so important and binding brought out with words of wonder. The shift in alpha-male (sort of) logical and pure. Their points of vieuw, the atmosphere, your way with words, breathtaking and awe-inspiring. You make this trio work not only in a sexual way, but much, much more.
This fic for me is beyond a simple fic... it's magic with words. It is so well written that it is almost as if I was there as an invisibe spectator... that I could almost reach out and touch them...
You, Bunny (yah... I like to call you that), are an artist... don't let anyone tell you less... I hope to read more from you and more about this Redshirt Trio.... It would make my day anytime!
*memorizes and saves to read over and over again*
*loves you even more*
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I think wendytigges has this perfectly summed up, you are a genius hun, a true genius, and thank you!
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M-... memories. Forever. I think... I need to draw this. Oh my God.
Most beautiful visuals EVER.
So amazing.
can't... say anything else. Brain still distracted by what you wrote. *3*
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This is... amazing! It's so sensual and oh fuck... sexually charged.
Wonderful.
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........Usopp. SEME Usopp. So very much rarrh for this. RARRH. And rhaerhawesymjrawerh. His fingers. Usopp ordering Sanji in omgomgomg. And the last paragraph. Why why why is this so sexy even though nothing (much) is happening. Nggh.
BUT DAMN STRAIGHT USOPP CAN TOP. HAH. *gurgles*
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Wow. Just... wow. Thank you so much for sharing. *memories*
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Just...oh gawd, I'm speechless! So damn erotic...
Please, more!