Disclaimer: Guess how many characters I own? Oh. None. I don't own One Piece, or any of the characters mentioned.
If Only I Could Make You Mine.
Stealth was key here; move too quickly and the alarms would go off immediately –Sanji had the instincts of a hunter, he could practically smell someone coming from a mile away- and Usopp was leaving no room for error. This was a mission and honestly, how could he call himself a sniper if he could not keep quiet?
This was not the first attempt. Sanji was a master of playing hard to get, and when he was not fighting off their captain, it was Zoro or even Chopper. Usopp liked to think he had more finesse, more style –he was smooth, the true image of brave warrior. This was the eye of the storm, Usopp told himself, the dragon's lair, the final battle.
Usopp knew every wall Sanji had set up between them; Luffy had an incredible gift of never getting what he wanted from the cook. This was a matter of intelligence which their captain usually seemed to lack.
So close he could taste it, Usopp made it to about an arm's length before his foot snagged something, flinging him forward. The sniper had enough time to pray he did not break anything, and thankfully Sanji, with quite possibly the best timing ever, caught him before his face hit the wall. He had not questioned the cook's entrance until now, remembering the instincts and the mission he was on –the mission he had definitely botched.
"Midnight snack, Usopp?" Sanji's voice was playful, but his expression said otherwise. It said 'I'll give you a head start, but you're still dead.' Usopp refused to acknowledge this message.
"Just…" The pause was for dramatic effect, really, "…making sure everything's alright. It's my watch." He was surprised at how nervous he was, "Yours is tomorrow, Sanji, but if you want to take mine so badly, by all means!" Usopp was standing now, but noticed immediately that the cook had not released his arm.
"And I suppose you thought you'd help yourself, while you were up?" The sniper's grin, up until now, had been relatively confident; Sanji was crushing the whole stealth plan. He was closer than ever, and Usopp could feel his breath on his ear. Was Sanji always this terrifying?
How was he supposed to be smooth when they were so close together? How could anyone concentrate with someone blowing air against their ear? Usopp found their lips just about touching before snapping back to reality, and right before Sanji closed the gap.
Usopp could never understand how someone could be horrifying, but soft and wet and so utterly breathtaking, the sniper had almost forgot what he was here for. Sanji, however, seemed well aware of his intensions.
"Next time you want a snack, ask first." He said, lips still brushing the others. "This cheesecake is for Nami and Robin. Don't think you get special treatment."
"If you loved me at all, you'd give me a piece." But even as he said it he winced -like that would work on anyone with half a brain. If Usopp had been a girl, this plan would have been fool proof.
"If I catch you in here again, that cake may be the last thing you eat." Sanji's face said he meant every word, and Usopp had to suppress the urge to ask if he had taken all night to come up with that witty response. But he knew when to back down, and this was obviously a time to surrender.
Usopp eyed the dessert as he left. Maybe next time.