One Piece Fan Fiction ❯ Vacation ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Title: Surrendering to the Current.
Rating: R (for sexual mentions)
Pairing: Not exactly a pairing, but definitely hints at Sanji/Zoro, Sanji/Rufi, and Sanji->Nami
Word Count: 386

Permission to Archive: Email me, please (permission granted to LJ's OPY100)
Notes: Wow. This was NOT what I sat down to write. In any way, whatsoever. But, for the most part, I like it, and I may, somehow, be able to incorporate the original idea back into it, someday. I wouldn't count on my making the effort to go back and work with it, though, so don't hold your breath.

Inspired in part by the fact that I am a pretty random person myself, and can never trace where one thought leads into another, and the 'vacation' prompt on http://www.livejournal.com/users/onepieceyaoi100, this little Sanji-introspective piece sort of wrote itself. Later, when I was typing it up, more revisions happened very, very naturally. It's a short piece, but I rather like it...


-k.

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Sanji sighed deeply, taking a long drag off of his cigarette. It was nice to finally get a break. He considered watching the ship while everyone else went inland to be a bit of a vacation. Much as he enjoyed the company of his crewmates (though he'd be unlikely to admit it aloud. Hell, he had trouble admitting it to himself, sometimes) and the lovely Nami-san, it was nice to finally have some alone time.

No hyperactive captain, though he was used to his antics by now.
No beautiful Nami to wait on constantly, though he adored her.
No pushy, bossy, show-off stupid swordsman to rattle his nerves.

Just himself, his wine, and his cigarettes; a much needed sabbatical.

So why was it then, that he couldn't stop thinking about them?

Cigarette in one hand, Sanji reached for the bottle of wine on the table and poured himself another glass. Swirling the liquid and breathing in its scent, he closed his eyes, and let his mind drift.

But it didn't.

Not to say it didn't wander, but to say it drifted, might be a bit too much credit. It was a leisurely switch, but quick, and without cause. Sometimes it was a fast jump, like a fickle butterfly, unable to focus on one sweet nectar for more than a few seconds. Other times it was more like a river, flowing slowly, and diverging at a rock. Yet, other times, there was a combination between the two. Perhaps like a much faster river...or a much slower butterfly....

Nami's curves became the swell of her hips, became Zoro's well sculpted ass under his hand. Zoro's low moans and grunts of pleasure and insistence and need (why was he always so damn quiet?), became Rufi's hunger grumbles. First whining, then grumbling, then begging. Which, in turn, became the softest whimper of surprise, and then surrender as Sanji's mouth covered his.

What? Keeping his mouth occupied kept his mind off food for awhile; long enough for a meal to finish cooking. Something that didn't require Sanji's full focus and constant attention, anyway. Something in the oven. Like cake, or baked fish. At least, that's how it started.

"Kuso..." Sanji's mumbled curse and glare of frustration were softened some by the small smile that graced his lips as he raised the glass to them.

Yes, sometimes it was nice to be alone...