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dethoratsTitle: Smorgasboard
Rating: G
Pairing: Nakamaship w/LuZo leanings
Word Count: 284
For the OPY100 Topic: Feast
Luffy considered the deck of the Going Merry from his perch on the figurehead, cocking his head as he tried to make up his mind. Usopp was busy in the stern with his chemistry set, something purple and cool looking bubbling over a small flame. Chopper was nestled in Robin’s lap and both were engrossed in a big book with a neat looking cover illustration of men fighting with spears. Nami, drink newly arrived from Sanji at her elbow, hunched over a small table, quill scratching over the map that the captain loved to study even if he didn’t really understand it beyond the way it continued to grow with each new day. The cook was visible through the half-open galley door, whistling to himself as he stirred something on the stove. The gentle breeze carried delicious scents over the deck to Luffy’s nose, making his mouth wet and his stomach rumble and almost he stretched his arms towards the cook.
But a quiet snore caught his attention first and he directed his gaze down. Zoro was sprawled against the rail along the bow, mouth slack and open and his shirt rucked up to reveal a section of his scar. A contented grin spread across the rubber captain’s face as he glanced once more around his ship. So many nakama, so many possibilities for entertainment, lay before him and it was as hard as being in a buffet. He didn’t know where to start but then his swordsman snorted, scratched at his nose without opening his eyes. Luffy chuckled and made up his mind, hopping down to settle on Zoro’s stomach and brush his bangs as lightly as a passing butterfly across his face.
Prompt: Banana
Pairing: Toki/Murderface
“Dho you mind.”
It wasn’t a question but Toki chose to answer as if it were, mumbling “not reallies” around his mouthful of fruit.
“Well I do schow if you could juscht shtop that or go schomewhere elsh or shomething…”
“Aww, what’s wrong, Moirderface? I thoughts yous get over dat problems when we was dietings. You ates de sausage okay den.”
“That wash different. I wash fucking SCHTARVING. But we’re not on that schitty diet no more and I ain’t gay scho I don’t need all the schtupid innuendo you dildosh tosh around ‘caush you’re all a buncha flamin’ faggotsh.
Toki narrowed his eyes at that comment, slowing down his chewing as he considered the bassist. It was fun to tease the fat American but sometimes he was such a baby about it. He probably, as Skwisgaar was always saying, just needed to get laid. Having observed countless times while Murderface played his solo, Toki could admit to being curious about the man’s unique choice of pick and now seemed like just the opportunity to get some questions answered. The rhythm guitarist swallowed, licked his lips slowly in a predatory manner that, had the bass player been paying attention instead of ranting on about how everyone else in Dethklok was a homo, should have sent him running away as fast as his hairy legs could manage.
“Yous is too sensitables. I’s is just eating.”
And with that gauntlet thrown, Toki went back to eating his banana and watching the bassist from beneath lowered lashes. The ripe fruit disappeared slowly down the Norwegian’s throat as he ran his tongue over it, teeth finally closing over an oversized morsel. Murderface watched as if it was a slow motion trainwreck, unable to look away, and when Toki finally swallowed he could do little more than sputter and shift as he realized his shorts were suddenly too tight.
It had been a rough couple of weeks for Dethklok’s bassist. Between the diet and fashion disaster, having to put up with that fucking clown in the haus, and being forced by Nathan and Skwisgaar to try and write a song – which had been a spectacular disaster by all accounts – he hadn’t even found the time to properly carve up his arms. Repressed and stressed, Murderface stood rooted to the floor as Toki prowled forward, peel tossed carelessly aside.
Long, thin fingers yanked open the button on the bass player’s shorts, slid down the zipper that covered what so few dared to touch, yet alone contemplate. Toki’s breath was sweet with banana as he grinned in triumph and reached inside Murderface’s underwear. The jolt of skin on skin contact sent the bassist skittering away, a half-hearted bellow of protest leaving him only to change as his foot slid out from under him, banana peel shooting across the room. Toki pounced, pinning him to the floor and wrestling his shorts down his hips.
“Yous lucky, Moirderface. I’s still hungry and I don’ts got anyt’ing againsts de sausage.”
Rating: G
Pairing: Nakamaship w/LuZo leanings
Word Count: 284
For the OPY100 Topic: Feast
Luffy considered the deck of the Going Merry from his perch on the figurehead, cocking his head as he tried to make up his mind. Usopp was busy in the stern with his chemistry set, something purple and cool looking bubbling over a small flame. Chopper was nestled in Robin’s lap and both were engrossed in a big book with a neat looking cover illustration of men fighting with spears. Nami, drink newly arrived from Sanji at her elbow, hunched over a small table, quill scratching over the map that the captain loved to study even if he didn’t really understand it beyond the way it continued to grow with each new day. The cook was visible through the half-open galley door, whistling to himself as he stirred something on the stove. The gentle breeze carried delicious scents over the deck to Luffy’s nose, making his mouth wet and his stomach rumble and almost he stretched his arms towards the cook.
But a quiet snore caught his attention first and he directed his gaze down. Zoro was sprawled against the rail along the bow, mouth slack and open and his shirt rucked up to reveal a section of his scar. A contented grin spread across the rubber captain’s face as he glanced once more around his ship. So many nakama, so many possibilities for entertainment, lay before him and it was as hard as being in a buffet. He didn’t know where to start but then his swordsman snorted, scratched at his nose without opening his eyes. Luffy chuckled and made up his mind, hopping down to settle on Zoro’s stomach and brush his bangs as lightly as a passing butterfly across his face.
Prompt: Banana
Pairing: Toki/Murderface
“Dho you mind.”
It wasn’t a question but Toki chose to answer as if it were, mumbling “not reallies” around his mouthful of fruit.
“Well I do schow if you could juscht shtop that or go schomewhere elsh or shomething…”
“Aww, what’s wrong, Moirderface? I thoughts yous get over dat problems when we was dietings. You ates de sausage okay den.”
“That wash different. I wash fucking SCHTARVING. But we’re not on that schitty diet no more and I ain’t gay scho I don’t need all the schtupid innuendo you dildosh tosh around ‘caush you’re all a buncha flamin’ faggotsh.
Toki narrowed his eyes at that comment, slowing down his chewing as he considered the bassist. It was fun to tease the fat American but sometimes he was such a baby about it. He probably, as Skwisgaar was always saying, just needed to get laid. Having observed countless times while Murderface played his solo, Toki could admit to being curious about the man’s unique choice of pick and now seemed like just the opportunity to get some questions answered. The rhythm guitarist swallowed, licked his lips slowly in a predatory manner that, had the bass player been paying attention instead of ranting on about how everyone else in Dethklok was a homo, should have sent him running away as fast as his hairy legs could manage.
“Yous is too sensitables. I’s is just eating.”
And with that gauntlet thrown, Toki went back to eating his banana and watching the bassist from beneath lowered lashes. The ripe fruit disappeared slowly down the Norwegian’s throat as he ran his tongue over it, teeth finally closing over an oversized morsel. Murderface watched as if it was a slow motion trainwreck, unable to look away, and when Toki finally swallowed he could do little more than sputter and shift as he realized his shorts were suddenly too tight.
It had been a rough couple of weeks for Dethklok’s bassist. Between the diet and fashion disaster, having to put up with that fucking clown in the haus, and being forced by Nathan and Skwisgaar to try and write a song – which had been a spectacular disaster by all accounts – he hadn’t even found the time to properly carve up his arms. Repressed and stressed, Murderface stood rooted to the floor as Toki prowled forward, peel tossed carelessly aside.
Long, thin fingers yanked open the button on the bass player’s shorts, slid down the zipper that covered what so few dared to touch, yet alone contemplate. Toki’s breath was sweet with banana as he grinned in triumph and reached inside Murderface’s underwear. The jolt of skin on skin contact sent the bassist skittering away, a half-hearted bellow of protest leaving him only to change as his foot slid out from under him, banana peel shooting across the room. Toki pounced, pinning him to the floor and wrestling his shorts down his hips.
“Yous lucky, Moirderface. I’s still hungry and I don’ts got anyt’ing againsts de sausage.”
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Date: 2007-11-24 08:18 pm (UTC)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9CiwV22tyc
Enjoy!
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Date: 2007-11-25 05:19 am (UTC)Thanks for the link.
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Date: 2007-11-26 11:52 am (UTC)XD I am sorry to be such a nag, I just selfishly want that little exchange to be as awesome as possible and your participation would be sweet. If not, hey, NO WORRIES DUDE!!! I know that this is a freak-ass busy time of year and taking more on isn't exactly what people need (^_^;;; I dun know how I'm gonna get through all I have planned, butI'm gonna do my best)!