[ he realizes, suddenly, that there's so much more at stake right now. sure, this is probably the last he'll ever see of arlong's money, but there are other rich, desperate men to con out there. there are other ways he can scrape together some kind of living, even if it means selling some of his shit or working doubles in some shitty restaurant. but the anger in zoro's eyes, the sinewy, electric rage holding his muscles taut, the accusation in the even gravel of his voice — it's different from their usual fights. he's mad. really fucking mad, in a way that abruptly unsteadies the ground beneath his feet. his instinct in that moment is so fucking childish, the corners of his eyes prickling, a fearful, mindless apology burning on his tongue. worse than losing arlong's money would be losing zoro. what if zoro throws him out? says he never wants to see him again?
the sudden burst of heat when zoro flicks his piercing pinks his cheeks and makes his fingers tighten around zoro's cock. he's grateful for the pain, lifting his panicked, watery gaze to focus on the steel in zoro's expression. it would be so easy for zoro to just erase sanji from his life. his name isn't on the lease. he gives zoro his rent in cash. he's just — some stupid stray that zoro took in to save money, and sanji's fucked it all up now. whatever's glinting in zoro's deep brown eyes can't be anything but hatred and disgust now.
arlong's expecting at least some action between them, or he'll find someone else to put sanji to good use on, but all he can feel are the shadows curling in, the cold dread sealing up like ice around his heart. he can't move, his fingers suddenly slack, zoro's cock resting against his clammy palm. the amount of air in his lungs feels too small, his chest hitching, his eyes going as glassy as a winter sky.
a sound comes from his throat, a quiet little whimper as he tips slightly, as if he might just slide in a heap to the floor, his shoulders quivering. from beneath the canary bangs veiling his eyes, a tear slides down his cheek, unable to will himself to do anything but wait for the inevitable blow to land. where this time? his jaw if he's lucky; he usually doesn't break anything there. his eye if he's not, or his nose if he's really fucked. maybe his brothers will just drag him across the floor by the hair again, or they'll decide to all go at him at once and he won't be able to stand for a week. in whatever case, he's gone. he's done for. he won't survive much more of this. ]
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the sudden burst of heat when zoro flicks his piercing pinks his cheeks and makes his fingers tighten around zoro's cock. he's grateful for the pain, lifting his panicked, watery gaze to focus on the steel in zoro's expression. it would be so easy for zoro to just erase sanji from his life. his name isn't on the lease. he gives zoro his rent in cash. he's just — some stupid stray that zoro took in to save money, and sanji's fucked it all up now. whatever's glinting in zoro's deep brown eyes can't be anything but hatred and disgust now.
arlong's expecting at least some action between them, or he'll find someone else to put sanji to good use on, but all he can feel are the shadows curling in, the cold dread sealing up like ice around his heart. he can't move, his fingers suddenly slack, zoro's cock resting against his clammy palm. the amount of air in his lungs feels too small, his chest hitching, his eyes going as glassy as a winter sky.
a sound comes from his throat, a quiet little whimper as he tips slightly, as if he might just slide in a heap to the floor, his shoulders quivering. from beneath the canary bangs veiling his eyes, a tear slides down his cheek, unable to will himself to do anything but wait for the inevitable blow to land. where this time? his jaw if he's lucky; he usually doesn't break anything there. his eye if he's not, or his nose if he's really fucked. maybe his brothers will just drag him across the floor by the hair again, or they'll decide to all go at him at once and he won't be able to stand for a week. in whatever case, he's gone. he's done for. he won't survive much more of this. ]