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[Sept 10] [One Piece] Swordsman, My Swordsman
Title: Swordsman, My Swordsman
Series: One Piece
Day/Theme: Sept 10 - "I loved him more for his weakness"
Pairing: LuffyxZoro
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers/Timeline: Eh, just something that occurs in the future of current manga events
Author Notes: And yes, I am One Piece obsessed! *grin*
~!~
Swordsman, My Swordsman
~!~
For once, Luffy was not the first to pounce the swordsman. As the others crowded around in congratulations, each offering their own special gift in their own special way, Luffy stayed back and watched the scene. Years ago, they would have wondered where he was, worried over his absence. But after the two year time period away, he had returned calmer, more mature in their eyes, and much more prone to quiet fits spent watching the scenes playing out on his ship.
He liked to watch Usopp and Chopper together, the both still readily playing games, chasing each other around the deck. Most times, he would sit with Chopper as Usopp told a story, a great lie about his past adventures, though now Luffy had learned to recognize his sharpshooters' knack for throwing in the truth - because he had true stories to tell now, even if he still liked to embellish.
He liked to talk to Nami, asking her about her maps, listening even if he didn't understand. It was one of the biggest changes, the crew liked to say - his ability to sit and listen. She had grown, like he had, her smile one he would never forget, and he was proud of her for it - and still to this day, he had yet to be told or ask about her past. Because he didn't need to hear her past to understand her.
He liked to sit with Robin, though she would turn the conversation to Zoro. She figured it out first. What his biggest secret was, the surprise he was holding back. And she liked to talk to him about the swordsman, a faint glimmer of jealousy in her eye but nothing that made him fear. Because it was all up to Zoro anyway, and they both knew it, though he suspected that once Robin found out she stopped intentionally flirting with the green haired nakama.
He liked to bug Sanji about dinner still and demand more meat. Because he would never change his eating habits, no matter how much he matured. But he had a feeling that Sanji wouldn't want him to change that part of his personality, because the cook was always ready with a reasoning retort or a stash of extra food saved and hidden especially for just such occasions.
He liked Franky, and he liked Brook. But he didn't talk with either much. Franky spent time with Robin and Brook was always happy to play a song. Though the skeleton seemed to drift and be alone a lot, yet still sneaking more moments with the green haired swordsman of the group rather than the captain.
It was Zoro he would watch the most, though. From boring hot days to cold breezy nights, he would stand somewhere nearby and watch the swordsman sleeping on the deck. He would try to guess at Zoro's dreams, or he would just sit and smile and enjoy the peaceful expression on the usually hard face. Pouncing him in such situations was the expected and common reaction, a reaction caused by his need to be closer.
Because although he loved all of his nakama, Zoro had been first. Fate had chosen to make him first. And Luffy found a stronger bond between the two of them than between any of the others. Zoro was the start of his pirate crew; at first there had been just a captain and a rowboat, but with Zoro there had been a crew. So it was Zoro that made that first step to making Luffy's dream a reality, even if the swordsman never realized how much that first step had meant to the rubber boy.
Now, after all this time, they were here. Luffy's dream was around the corner. Zoro's dream - and promise - had been fulfilled. The rest of the crew crowded and congratulated, proudly calling him by his new title, the Greatest Swordsman.
But Luffy sat in the background, smiling and watching. He drifted calmly through his thoughts, feeling the emotions spilling over from his swordsman: the excitement, the happiness, and the odd twinge of regret that came with fulfillment. Because even accomplishment meant the great battle, the height of his life, had come to an end.
Zoro looked up from the attention and Luffy locked eyes with the smiling green haired man. He grinned back, and Zoro made his way over to his captain. Luffy stood up, put a hand on his hat, and stared at the ground.
"You're still my swordsman," Luffy murmured.
Though the others praised him and showered him with the compliments, each and every one finally voicing their true feelings about how impressed they were with Zoro's strength. Roronoa Zoro was now the strongest swordsman in the land, the greatest. And they were all impressed by it.
But Luffy had never loved Zoro for his strength. If strength was all it took, he would have found someone else a long time ago. What he loved was the little moments. The moments when Zoro would drop his frown and laugh, when Chopper would have a nightmare and come to Zoro for comfort, when the fear would hit the dark eyes because he thought his nakama was in trouble...
Especially the moment when he asked to have the little girl's ruined rice ball, coughing and sputtering, and then saying, 'Tell her it was good; tell her I ate it all.' The moment when Zoro had shown how much he put others before himself, even though he tried to be tough and was known for being one of the scariest members. On the inside, Zoro's heart was no where near as cold as his act pretended.
That was what Luffy loved. The soft side of the strong swordsman.
Apparently, Zoro knew what he liked, too, because he reached out and pulled Luffy forward, pressing their bodies together. And he answered back, "Always."
~!~
Sitting in his arms, Luffy would remember their first times together. The first time his surprise had been let out of the box. He had been able to hold back no more. Sitting outside together in the darkness on watch, Luffy had taken the time to berate the swordsman for risking so much; he had felt the need to prove to Zoro how much he was loved, how much he would be missed.
Backing the swordsman into the wall, he reached out, grabbed at his shirt, forced him down into a kiss. Interrupted his complaints over and over and over again until Zoro had finally fallen and returned. From then on, the green haired nakama had been his, but Luffy knew the swordsman had always been his.
~!~
After each celebration, each victory that came later, they would undoubtedly meet again, talking, comforting, and letting the emotions out behind a thousand sweet kisses. Luffy had staked a claim on the swordsman and the greatest joy was the knowledge that Zoro had let him. When it came to Zoro, the man didn't give in to just anyone, and so Luffy had been a little worried at first, wondering if the swordsman would ever let himself be claimed.
But Zoro had another weak spot, and it centered around his captain.
The two shared moments together, making memories. He learned the secrets that made Zoro laugh, and he quickly used them as much as possible. Because Zoro didn't laugh often and Luffy loved to see it. The swordsman was known for keeping everything in a serious image, and breaking that glass image had become one of Luffy's favorite past times.
In his own way, Zoro found ways to make Luffy think. Because of Zoro, he learned better ways to analyze situations, better ways to predict people, safer ways to trust others without giving everything away. Because he was Luffy, he would always trust a stranger until proven wrong, no matter how much Zoro and the crew wished it otherwise. But that was a side of his innocence he would never give away, even if he learned to put up walls around the people he loved just in case something bad were to happen.
He didn't know why Zoro loved him back, and he would sit sometimes in the dark, wondering such things alone. But Zoro always came and held him close, reminding him how much he meant to the crew, how important Luffy was in their lives and especially in his. Luffy was reminded how Zoro was ready to give up everything for him, and he would smile and say the same thing back to the green haired man, except by that time Zoro was usually asleep.
But he was always there.
~!~
Much like he was now, the greatest swordsman in the land now holding onto him and promising that he would never leave, promising to be together forever, and all with one word, one answer. "Always."
Luffy smiled and pulled Zoro away from the others, chose a room to sit alone. A small room with a single bed and a desk or two along the walls with boxes stacked in corners filled with storage supplies. He locked the door behind him and pulled Zoro to the bed, kicking shoes off and demanding Zoro do the same before they sat down.
"So this is your gift?" Zoro asked, sitting against the back of the bed, holding onto Luffy's hands as Luffy sat on his knees in front of him.
Luffy grinned and didn't respond with words, instead leaning forward to press his lips against Zoro's, dropping his hands and letting them sit on the broad shoulders as Zoro reached around and laid his own hands on Luffy's waist. As their tongues battled for control, Luffy tried to pour as much of his feelings into the embrace as possible. He felt like there weren't enough words to explain what he wanted to say, so instead he did his best to transfer the emotion in its purest, rawest form possible.
How much he was proud of his swordsman. How much he had been scared for him. How much he wanted Zoro to stay and complete his dream even though the swordsman's dream was already finished. How much he was worried that Zoro would leave him now.
He poured it all out, moaning as the raw emotion rippled through them. He could feel tears trying to come out of his eyes because there was so much, but he ignored them and let his hands move, let his hands work at releasing the green haired swordsman from his confining clothes, from the fabrics that separated them from being even closer.
When they were both free with Zoro laying with his back on the bed, Luffy on top, he broke the kiss to reach between them and grasp Zoro's member. He sat up, running his fingers up and down the length, playing with it, toying with him.
Zoro was tense at first, but then a moan escaped his lips. "Uhn..." And Luffy smiled as his favorite weakness of Zoro's showed itself, a soft side the swordsman reserved only for him.
He leaned down and left a kiss on one of the red cheeks. Zoro's eyes remained closed and twitching as Luffy's hand continued to work. He moved his lips to an ear, chewing on the lobe a little, continuing on down to the neck only when he got another light moan. With his free hand, he stretched out, reaching for the bottle of lube he kept on one of the desks, pulling his arm back to coat himself.
Zoro noticed what he was doing and reached his own hands up to grip at Luffy's shoulders, his face stern and set as if preparing for the pain of battle. Luffy leaned his face forward to peck a kiss on Zoro's lips, making the swordsman blink, blush, and lose his tension - just what Luffy needed to plunge into his swordsman. Fingers clawed at his skin and Zoro bit back a startled cry before opening his eyes and nodding at his captain.
Without a word, Luffy started to move, pushing as much raw emotion as he could think of into each thrust. Beneath him, Zoro was biting his lip so hard it was bleeding, but he soon relaxed and the lips came open to show that weakness, moaning, breathing in short pulses. Following his instincts, fanning the flames of pleasure, Luffy leaned down and captured his swordsman's lips, allowing the green haired man to moan as loud as he wanted without having to worry about being heard.
He placed his hands on either side of Zoro's head, locking their lips together, his tongue moving as fast as his thoughts, trying to convey every thought and feeling. The pace increased and Luffy felt the fingers on his shoulder digging into skin before they slowly fell to the sheets and clawed at the bed instead. Zoro continued to moan and Luffy answered, throwing out all of his hopes, all of his secrets, all of his love into every movement.
Then Zoro shuddered beneath him, crying out his name as he came, and Luffy felt himself release shortly after, tears in his eyes as the powerful emotions consumed and spurted out inside his lover. For a while, they lay there, Luffy collapsed on Zoro's chest, stickiness and sweat between them.
"Damn," Zoro breathed, "That felt -"
But Luffy was crying and he couldn't stop. All the emotion was just so much he couldn't hold back. He sniffed and swallowed but murmured words into Zoro's chest. "You're mine. You won't leave, will you? I don't want you to leave, but your dream came true and...and..."
"Oi, Luffy," Zoro squeezed him to grab his attention. Even though the words were muffled, he seemed to have heard enough. "What did I say?"
"Huh?"
Zoro sighed and sat up, grimacing slightly as Luffy pulled out, before reaching around and holding Luffy in a hug, leaning over his captain, pressing the boy's head to his chest. "I'll always be here."
"Always?"
Zoro nodded, "Yeah, always."
"But..." Luffy chewed on his bottom lip. "What if I'm not strong enough for you?"
His answer was a laugh, and he resisted the urge to hit Zoro for making fun of him. "I never said I loved you because you were strong, Luffy. I knew you were strong from our first meeting, but I didn't fall in love with you until later. Because I love everything about you."
"Even the weak moments?" Luffy muttered, thinking about how alike he and Zoro really were.
"Even that," Zoro replied. "Especially that."
~!~
A/N: Awww....There I go being sappy again. Can't help it really. Putting way too much of my own feelings into what I write.
Series: One Piece
Day/Theme: Sept 10 - "I loved him more for his weakness"
Pairing: LuffyxZoro
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers/Timeline: Eh, just something that occurs in the future of current manga events
Author Notes: And yes, I am One Piece obsessed! *grin*
~!~
Swordsman, My Swordsman
~!~
For once, Luffy was not the first to pounce the swordsman. As the others crowded around in congratulations, each offering their own special gift in their own special way, Luffy stayed back and watched the scene. Years ago, they would have wondered where he was, worried over his absence. But after the two year time period away, he had returned calmer, more mature in their eyes, and much more prone to quiet fits spent watching the scenes playing out on his ship.
He liked to watch Usopp and Chopper together, the both still readily playing games, chasing each other around the deck. Most times, he would sit with Chopper as Usopp told a story, a great lie about his past adventures, though now Luffy had learned to recognize his sharpshooters' knack for throwing in the truth - because he had true stories to tell now, even if he still liked to embellish.
He liked to talk to Nami, asking her about her maps, listening even if he didn't understand. It was one of the biggest changes, the crew liked to say - his ability to sit and listen. She had grown, like he had, her smile one he would never forget, and he was proud of her for it - and still to this day, he had yet to be told or ask about her past. Because he didn't need to hear her past to understand her.
He liked to sit with Robin, though she would turn the conversation to Zoro. She figured it out first. What his biggest secret was, the surprise he was holding back. And she liked to talk to him about the swordsman, a faint glimmer of jealousy in her eye but nothing that made him fear. Because it was all up to Zoro anyway, and they both knew it, though he suspected that once Robin found out she stopped intentionally flirting with the green haired nakama.
He liked to bug Sanji about dinner still and demand more meat. Because he would never change his eating habits, no matter how much he matured. But he had a feeling that Sanji wouldn't want him to change that part of his personality, because the cook was always ready with a reasoning retort or a stash of extra food saved and hidden especially for just such occasions.
He liked Franky, and he liked Brook. But he didn't talk with either much. Franky spent time with Robin and Brook was always happy to play a song. Though the skeleton seemed to drift and be alone a lot, yet still sneaking more moments with the green haired swordsman of the group rather than the captain.
It was Zoro he would watch the most, though. From boring hot days to cold breezy nights, he would stand somewhere nearby and watch the swordsman sleeping on the deck. He would try to guess at Zoro's dreams, or he would just sit and smile and enjoy the peaceful expression on the usually hard face. Pouncing him in such situations was the expected and common reaction, a reaction caused by his need to be closer.
Because although he loved all of his nakama, Zoro had been first. Fate had chosen to make him first. And Luffy found a stronger bond between the two of them than between any of the others. Zoro was the start of his pirate crew; at first there had been just a captain and a rowboat, but with Zoro there had been a crew. So it was Zoro that made that first step to making Luffy's dream a reality, even if the swordsman never realized how much that first step had meant to the rubber boy.
Now, after all this time, they were here. Luffy's dream was around the corner. Zoro's dream - and promise - had been fulfilled. The rest of the crew crowded and congratulated, proudly calling him by his new title, the Greatest Swordsman.
But Luffy sat in the background, smiling and watching. He drifted calmly through his thoughts, feeling the emotions spilling over from his swordsman: the excitement, the happiness, and the odd twinge of regret that came with fulfillment. Because even accomplishment meant the great battle, the height of his life, had come to an end.
Zoro looked up from the attention and Luffy locked eyes with the smiling green haired man. He grinned back, and Zoro made his way over to his captain. Luffy stood up, put a hand on his hat, and stared at the ground.
"You're still my swordsman," Luffy murmured.
Though the others praised him and showered him with the compliments, each and every one finally voicing their true feelings about how impressed they were with Zoro's strength. Roronoa Zoro was now the strongest swordsman in the land, the greatest. And they were all impressed by it.
But Luffy had never loved Zoro for his strength. If strength was all it took, he would have found someone else a long time ago. What he loved was the little moments. The moments when Zoro would drop his frown and laugh, when Chopper would have a nightmare and come to Zoro for comfort, when the fear would hit the dark eyes because he thought his nakama was in trouble...
Especially the moment when he asked to have the little girl's ruined rice ball, coughing and sputtering, and then saying, 'Tell her it was good; tell her I ate it all.' The moment when Zoro had shown how much he put others before himself, even though he tried to be tough and was known for being one of the scariest members. On the inside, Zoro's heart was no where near as cold as his act pretended.
That was what Luffy loved. The soft side of the strong swordsman.
Apparently, Zoro knew what he liked, too, because he reached out and pulled Luffy forward, pressing their bodies together. And he answered back, "Always."
~!~
Sitting in his arms, Luffy would remember their first times together. The first time his surprise had been let out of the box. He had been able to hold back no more. Sitting outside together in the darkness on watch, Luffy had taken the time to berate the swordsman for risking so much; he had felt the need to prove to Zoro how much he was loved, how much he would be missed.
Backing the swordsman into the wall, he reached out, grabbed at his shirt, forced him down into a kiss. Interrupted his complaints over and over and over again until Zoro had finally fallen and returned. From then on, the green haired nakama had been his, but Luffy knew the swordsman had always been his.
~!~
After each celebration, each victory that came later, they would undoubtedly meet again, talking, comforting, and letting the emotions out behind a thousand sweet kisses. Luffy had staked a claim on the swordsman and the greatest joy was the knowledge that Zoro had let him. When it came to Zoro, the man didn't give in to just anyone, and so Luffy had been a little worried at first, wondering if the swordsman would ever let himself be claimed.
But Zoro had another weak spot, and it centered around his captain.
The two shared moments together, making memories. He learned the secrets that made Zoro laugh, and he quickly used them as much as possible. Because Zoro didn't laugh often and Luffy loved to see it. The swordsman was known for keeping everything in a serious image, and breaking that glass image had become one of Luffy's favorite past times.
In his own way, Zoro found ways to make Luffy think. Because of Zoro, he learned better ways to analyze situations, better ways to predict people, safer ways to trust others without giving everything away. Because he was Luffy, he would always trust a stranger until proven wrong, no matter how much Zoro and the crew wished it otherwise. But that was a side of his innocence he would never give away, even if he learned to put up walls around the people he loved just in case something bad were to happen.
He didn't know why Zoro loved him back, and he would sit sometimes in the dark, wondering such things alone. But Zoro always came and held him close, reminding him how much he meant to the crew, how important Luffy was in their lives and especially in his. Luffy was reminded how Zoro was ready to give up everything for him, and he would smile and say the same thing back to the green haired man, except by that time Zoro was usually asleep.
But he was always there.
~!~
Much like he was now, the greatest swordsman in the land now holding onto him and promising that he would never leave, promising to be together forever, and all with one word, one answer. "Always."
Luffy smiled and pulled Zoro away from the others, chose a room to sit alone. A small room with a single bed and a desk or two along the walls with boxes stacked in corners filled with storage supplies. He locked the door behind him and pulled Zoro to the bed, kicking shoes off and demanding Zoro do the same before they sat down.
"So this is your gift?" Zoro asked, sitting against the back of the bed, holding onto Luffy's hands as Luffy sat on his knees in front of him.
Luffy grinned and didn't respond with words, instead leaning forward to press his lips against Zoro's, dropping his hands and letting them sit on the broad shoulders as Zoro reached around and laid his own hands on Luffy's waist. As their tongues battled for control, Luffy tried to pour as much of his feelings into the embrace as possible. He felt like there weren't enough words to explain what he wanted to say, so instead he did his best to transfer the emotion in its purest, rawest form possible.
How much he was proud of his swordsman. How much he had been scared for him. How much he wanted Zoro to stay and complete his dream even though the swordsman's dream was already finished. How much he was worried that Zoro would leave him now.
He poured it all out, moaning as the raw emotion rippled through them. He could feel tears trying to come out of his eyes because there was so much, but he ignored them and let his hands move, let his hands work at releasing the green haired swordsman from his confining clothes, from the fabrics that separated them from being even closer.
When they were both free with Zoro laying with his back on the bed, Luffy on top, he broke the kiss to reach between them and grasp Zoro's member. He sat up, running his fingers up and down the length, playing with it, toying with him.
Zoro was tense at first, but then a moan escaped his lips. "Uhn..." And Luffy smiled as his favorite weakness of Zoro's showed itself, a soft side the swordsman reserved only for him.
He leaned down and left a kiss on one of the red cheeks. Zoro's eyes remained closed and twitching as Luffy's hand continued to work. He moved his lips to an ear, chewing on the lobe a little, continuing on down to the neck only when he got another light moan. With his free hand, he stretched out, reaching for the bottle of lube he kept on one of the desks, pulling his arm back to coat himself.
Zoro noticed what he was doing and reached his own hands up to grip at Luffy's shoulders, his face stern and set as if preparing for the pain of battle. Luffy leaned his face forward to peck a kiss on Zoro's lips, making the swordsman blink, blush, and lose his tension - just what Luffy needed to plunge into his swordsman. Fingers clawed at his skin and Zoro bit back a startled cry before opening his eyes and nodding at his captain.
Without a word, Luffy started to move, pushing as much raw emotion as he could think of into each thrust. Beneath him, Zoro was biting his lip so hard it was bleeding, but he soon relaxed and the lips came open to show that weakness, moaning, breathing in short pulses. Following his instincts, fanning the flames of pleasure, Luffy leaned down and captured his swordsman's lips, allowing the green haired man to moan as loud as he wanted without having to worry about being heard.
He placed his hands on either side of Zoro's head, locking their lips together, his tongue moving as fast as his thoughts, trying to convey every thought and feeling. The pace increased and Luffy felt the fingers on his shoulder digging into skin before they slowly fell to the sheets and clawed at the bed instead. Zoro continued to moan and Luffy answered, throwing out all of his hopes, all of his secrets, all of his love into every movement.
Then Zoro shuddered beneath him, crying out his name as he came, and Luffy felt himself release shortly after, tears in his eyes as the powerful emotions consumed and spurted out inside his lover. For a while, they lay there, Luffy collapsed on Zoro's chest, stickiness and sweat between them.
"Damn," Zoro breathed, "That felt -"
But Luffy was crying and he couldn't stop. All the emotion was just so much he couldn't hold back. He sniffed and swallowed but murmured words into Zoro's chest. "You're mine. You won't leave, will you? I don't want you to leave, but your dream came true and...and..."
"Oi, Luffy," Zoro squeezed him to grab his attention. Even though the words were muffled, he seemed to have heard enough. "What did I say?"
"Huh?"
Zoro sighed and sat up, grimacing slightly as Luffy pulled out, before reaching around and holding Luffy in a hug, leaning over his captain, pressing the boy's head to his chest. "I'll always be here."
"Always?"
Zoro nodded, "Yeah, always."
"But..." Luffy chewed on his bottom lip. "What if I'm not strong enough for you?"
His answer was a laugh, and he resisted the urge to hit Zoro for making fun of him. "I never said I loved you because you were strong, Luffy. I knew you were strong from our first meeting, but I didn't fall in love with you until later. Because I love everything about you."
"Even the weak moments?" Luffy muttered, thinking about how alike he and Zoro really were.
"Even that," Zoro replied. "Especially that."
~!~
A/N: Awww....There I go being sappy again. Can't help it really. Putting way too much of my own feelings into what I write.