It had been a few days after they'd left Thriller Bark, just before they met that nice guy who'd had Sanji's Wanted Poster face and a complete inability to wink. Sometimes Luffy thought Iva-chan would have done that guy a world of good, maybe taught him the Death-wink or the Hell-wink or something that would justify his extreme awkwardness. Anyway, he'd been actually looking for Zoro that day, Usopp too, since he hadn't seen his fishing buddy around for a bit, but mainly Zoro because the swordsman was STILL wearing bandages and that was more than a little troubling. So he'd rambled all over the Sunny looking for Zoro but hadn't found him sleeping or training anywhere. And Usopp wasn't hanging out working on a new invention or drawing either.
Finally Luffy had ventured deep down into Sunny's lower levels, down where the Soldier Dock system lived and where Franky could sometimes be found, hanging out and sneaking sips from their reserve cola stores when he'd run out of his own bottles. He'd climbed down the ladder and had been a bit surprised to see that there was enough light that he could actually see. Shadowed light, coming from beneath a closed door, but light. And Franky had been on deck earlier so this was definitely a mystery! Luffy had bounded over to investigate and a friendly 'Hey!' had been on the tip of his tongue when the sounds had reached his ears and drawn him up short.
He hadn't known what to call the noises at first, something between a whine and a groan, something strained and tense but not exactly pained. And there had been panting mixed in and the occasional wet sound, much fainter, like when he slurped down half of his popsicle in one go. Luffy had stood stock still in front of the door, ears wide open and taking in every last whisper of sound even as he found his shorts unaccountably growing tighter, a warm feeling coiling low in his belly. He'd reached out, dazed, and let a single fingertip brush across the Adam wood. The door, closed though it was, hadn't been latched and the faint crack of light grew brighter, widened just enough that Luffy could peer inside.
He could see Usopp first, his sniper's hair loose and tossed about his thrown back head in a snaky black halo against the smooth floor. He had one hand thrown across his mouth but it wasn't doing a very good job of keeping in the noises, those sounds that Luffy finally realized were moans, moans that were coming from somewhere deep in Usopp only to be set free into the quiet of Sunny's hold. It took some contorting, but that was one of the nice things about being rubber. Luffy managed to swivel his gaze, looked down the line of Usopp's body from where he lay sprawled out on the floor. He still had his shirt on but it was rucked up, exposing smooth olive skin and then, as Luffy looked farther still, tufts of green. Green because that was the top of Zoro's head and those were Usopp's fingers clenched low against the nape of his neck and if that was Zoro's head then...
Luffy had had to bite down hard on his own lip as realization hit with the same force as one of his grandfather's 'Fists of Love.' He'd been instantly hard, cock tenting his shorts so fast he was fortunate it hadn't issued a rubbery twang and given him away. Usopp looked incredible, sweaty and flushed, and the unrestrained moans leaving him gave Luffy a very good idea of just what Zoro was doing with his face against the sniper's crotch. And damn, but Zoro of all people putting that mouth of his, that mouth that could wield steel, that could talk through and around it, down there...That Zoro, who always seemed like there was nothing on his mind besides training and his next nap could want to do something like this...
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Re: I blame this on you...
Date: 2012-04-06 08:02 am (UTC)Finally Luffy had ventured deep down into Sunny's lower levels, down where the Soldier Dock system lived and where Franky could sometimes be found, hanging out and sneaking sips from their reserve cola stores when he'd run out of his own bottles. He'd climbed down the ladder and had been a bit surprised to see that there was enough light that he could actually see. Shadowed light, coming from beneath a closed door, but light. And Franky had been on deck earlier so this was definitely a mystery! Luffy had bounded over to investigate and a friendly 'Hey!' had been on the tip of his tongue when the sounds had reached his ears and drawn him up short.
He hadn't known what to call the noises at first, something between a whine and a groan, something strained and tense but not exactly pained. And there had been panting mixed in and the occasional wet sound, much fainter, like when he slurped down half of his popsicle in one go. Luffy had stood stock still in front of the door, ears wide open and taking in every last whisper of sound even as he found his shorts unaccountably growing tighter, a warm feeling coiling low in his belly. He'd reached out, dazed, and let a single fingertip brush across the Adam wood. The door, closed though it was, hadn't been latched and the faint crack of light grew brighter, widened just enough that Luffy could peer inside.
He could see Usopp first, his sniper's hair loose and tossed about his thrown back head in a snaky black halo against the smooth floor. He had one hand thrown across his mouth but it wasn't doing a very good job of keeping in the noises, those sounds that Luffy finally realized were moans, moans that were coming from somewhere deep in Usopp only to be set free into the quiet of Sunny's hold. It took some contorting, but that was one of the nice things about being rubber. Luffy managed to swivel his gaze, looked down the line of Usopp's body from where he lay sprawled out on the floor. He still had his shirt on but it was rucked up, exposing smooth olive skin and then, as Luffy looked farther still, tufts of green. Green because that was the top of Zoro's head and those were Usopp's fingers clenched low against the nape of his neck and if that was Zoro's head then...
Luffy had had to bite down hard on his own lip as realization hit with the same force as one of his grandfather's 'Fists of Love.' He'd been instantly hard, cock tenting his shorts so fast he was fortunate it hadn't issued a rubbery twang and given him away. Usopp looked incredible, sweaty and flushed, and the unrestrained moans leaving him gave Luffy a very good idea of just what Zoro was doing with his face against the sniper's crotch. And damn, but Zoro of all people putting that mouth of his, that mouth that could wield steel, that could talk through and around it, down there...That Zoro, who always seemed like there was nothing on his mind besides training and his next nap could want to do something like this...