Warning:shonen ai
pairing:ZoroxSanji
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece.
My first fic yay! Enjoy!
NoroNoro beam!
Luffy ducked reflexively. The beam hit the mirror behind him, reflecting off.
Out of the corner of his eye, Zoro saw the navigator about to get hit.
"Nami!"
Zoro pushed her away and fell into the beam's path just before Sanji, who had also leaped in to save her.
Shoom!
The NoroNoro beam hit Zoro. An instant later, it got Sanji. They both cursed mentally, caught in mid- leap.
Slowly, Zoro's eyes widened as he realized he was falling, straight towards Sanji. To be precise, his mouth was inevitably inching towards the cook's. Sanji seemed to have noticed too, for he started trying desperately to close his mouth. But almost paralyzed by Foxy's NoroNoro beam, and pulled down by gravity, there was nothing they could do to avoid the imminent catastrophe.
Out of the corner of his eyes, the cook saw Nami, Luffy and Usopp running out of the room after foxy. The navigator shouted at him to hang on. In Sanji's ears her voice sounded high and fast. It was out of sync with the movement of her lips- the effects of moving slower than the world around him.
He was somehow glad they had left him alone to suffer the embarrassment. Not quite alone, of course. The marimo's face was still getting closer, closer… if he could, sanji would have closed his eyes. But his muscles barely responded.
How slow could 30 seconds pass? He seemed to be falling forever. The swordsman's dark eyes bored into his own. The tips of their noses were almost touching. The marimo's breath was hot and humid. Sanji was so close he could make out every line on his chapped lips, every taste bud on his tongue.
Suddenly, Zoro felt the beam's effects disappear. He fell on Sanji, their lips sealing together. The swordsman's hand whipped behind Sanji's head to grab the smooth blond hair. His other hand stretched out to take the impact onto the floor. His tongue snaked inside the cook's mouth. Tobacco. Disgusting, but so Sanji. His stomach flipped. He allowed himself to close his eyes, for an instant.
The swordsman's lips were rough, salty. He smelled of sweat and blood, and tasted pretty much the same. The hot breath was now filling Sanji's mouth, as well as an invasive tongue which seemed to speed around his, licking and stroking. The hand on his hair was calloused, shoving their mouths closer together.
They hit the floor without breaking the kiss. In that moment, the cook's sluggishness disappeared. He realized his situation with a start. Before he could react (i.e. kick out), Zoro was off him, turning around and running out of the room.
Bewildered, Sanji sat up. He took in his wrecked surroundings. He listened for any fighting sounds coming from the rest of the ship. He lit a cig. He wondered how his nakamas were faring.
In short, he desperately tried to forget what had just happened. What on earth- no, what the Hell had that algae asshole been thinking! How dare he! Sanji realized he was blushing, his heart was thumping. The tongue, he thought. The tongue and the hand on his hair were the horrible proof that this hadn't quite been an accident. Not on the swordsman's part. Unconsciously, his fingers went up to his mouth. He recalled the feel of Zoro's lips, weathered and unrelenting as the man himself. He frowned and rubbed his lips hard, vainly trying to make that annoying tingle go away.