( it's fine. he doesn't need sanji's forgiveness — he needs arlong's head on a fucking spike for ordering sanji around, and he kind of wants sanji's blood too, for listening without argument. where's the guy who barks at him if he doesn't use a coaster? a hand settles around sanji's hip, possessive. almost protective, like he'd fling sanji on the booth beside him and take the blow if arlong decided to lash out, although he isn't really sure that's an option, here. he's cornered, trapped in the booth by other wealthy men. ordinarily something as meaningless as the odds being stacked against him wouldn't stay his hand but sanji? he can't put him in danger when it's clear he isn't fighting back. his fingers get biting, bruising against him, as if to ask why?
ordinarily zoro isn't one to turn down a drink, so it goes to show how much disdain he has for arlong that the doesn't even sip. he just looks over sanji's shoulder at him hatefully. )
This is what you're paying me for. A lap dance and a drink?
( he moves to shove sanji off and bodily shoulder his way out of the booth, but arlong stops him. not at first, with his polite requests — it's when he offers bringing nami over here too that zoro seizes, nostrils flaring, and then settles back in his seat, thoroughly had. every time he lets arlong get away with the nami card it makes a weakness in zoro more and more obvious — at least for now, zoro doesn't have any reason to assume he knows about the connection between him and sanji. so, sanji is safe. sanji is safe? hardly. zoro has no clue how he's going to get an unwilling sanji out of here. hell, he doesn't even know how he's getting himself out of here, and he's beyond willing.
not interested in men? arlong asks. don't worry. sanji's pretty like a girl. you wouldn't know the difference with his mouth on your cock.
it does, after a delayed moment, click into place for zoro. sanji's caginess about him coming tonight with the weak excuse of plants, the bruises that always outline his body whenever he's gone for the night, the reason why he was so angry zoro was asking around about him. arlong, here and at the center of it all, offering sanji's mouth to a presumed stranger like it's his right to do so. maybe, in some way, it is — money is the real heart and song of this dance. is this what sanji is doing to afford all his fancy clothes and all his expensive things, his tuition at school, everything? prostituting himself?
various other conversations go on around the table, about money and deals. business things. arlong gives a gesture to everyone sitting, reading zoro's thoughts. we all have a little fun. his finger points towards himself, seriously. only i get to fuck him, though. no offense. )
Is that so.
( because he fucks sanji semi-regularly, and he's one shitty comment away from lunging himself at him, damn the consequences. )
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ordinarily zoro isn't one to turn down a drink, so it goes to show how much disdain he has for arlong that the doesn't even sip. he just looks over sanji's shoulder at him hatefully. )
This is what you're paying me for. A lap dance and a drink?
( he moves to shove sanji off and bodily shoulder his way out of the booth, but arlong stops him. not at first, with his polite requests — it's when he offers bringing nami over here too that zoro seizes, nostrils flaring, and then settles back in his seat, thoroughly had. every time he lets arlong get away with the nami card it makes a weakness in zoro more and more obvious — at least for now, zoro doesn't have any reason to assume he knows about the connection between him and sanji. so, sanji is safe. sanji is safe? hardly. zoro has no clue how he's going to get an unwilling sanji out of here. hell, he doesn't even know how he's getting himself out of here, and he's beyond willing.
not interested in men? arlong asks. don't worry. sanji's pretty like a girl. you wouldn't know the difference with his mouth on your cock.
it does, after a delayed moment, click into place for zoro. sanji's caginess about him coming tonight with the weak excuse of plants, the bruises that always outline his body whenever he's gone for the night, the reason why he was so angry zoro was asking around about him. arlong, here and at the center of it all, offering sanji's mouth to a presumed stranger like it's his right to do so. maybe, in some way, it is — money is the real heart and song of this dance. is this what sanji is doing to afford all his fancy clothes and all his expensive things, his tuition at school, everything? prostituting himself?
various other conversations go on around the table, about money and deals. business things. arlong gives a gesture to everyone sitting, reading zoro's thoughts. we all have a little fun. his finger points towards himself, seriously. only i get to fuck him, though. no offense. )
Is that so.
( because he fucks sanji semi-regularly, and he's one shitty comment away from lunging himself at him, damn the consequences. )