So, this is an old fic I wrote when I was slightly obessed with One Piece. No beta on this one.
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"Saaaanjii?"
The blond's eyebrow twitched dangerously as he turned to face his captain.
"Yes..?" he asked with a murdering look.
Ruffy turned death pale.
"No-nothing!"
The next second, he was gone and Sanji found himself alone in the kitchen.
Some time later, a knock was heard on the kitchen door.
"Leave me alone!" the blond yelled and threw the spoon he was using towards the door.
A hand shot out and caught it in the air, sighing.
"Having a bad day, love-cook?"
Sanji pointed at the greenhaired man.
"You. Out."
"Since when do I need permission to be here?"
"Since now," Sanji hissed.
Zoro just frowned at the furious, smoking blond and crossed his arms over his chest.
"What's your problem? What've happened to you?"
Sanji fisted his hands a couple of times before returning to the pots on the oven.
"Nothing."
One green eyebrow levitated.
"I'll speak to Ruffy about it."
Sanji heard footsteps coming closer, and suddenly an arm snuck around his slim shoulders. He tensed up when he felt hot breath on his neck.
"And then I'll have my way with you."
Sanji has no chance to reply before the swordsman had let go off him and moved out of the kitchen. Sanji stood frozen in his tracks for a moment, then shaking his head and returning his attention to the oven once again.
Everyone sat at the table eating dinner. Ruffy ate with such speed you actually couldn't see how he stuffed food into his mouth. Choppa ate slowly, having a heated discussion with Nami, and Robin had only a glass of water. She was watching how Usopp tried to keep up with Ruffy, which he wasn't succeeding at.
Zoro only poked around in his food, watching Sanji in the corner of his eye. Sanji hadn't even brought out a plate for himself.
One by one, everyone left the table. Lastly, only Nami, Zoro and Sanji was left.
"This was really good, Sanji," Nami said and rose from her chair.
"Thank you, my dearest Nami!" Sanji sang, his eyes forming to hearts.
Nami waved dismissivly and left the kitchen, leaving the cook and the swordsman alone.
"I'll take this away?"
Zoro nodded and glued his gaze on Sanji's back as the cook started to pile up the dishes.
"So..." Zoro leaned back in his chair. "What's the matter?"
Sanji flinched, but continued to wash the dishes. "Like I said before, nothing."
Sanji could hear the marimohead raise from the chair, and he from the corner of his eye he could see how the man leaned next to him against the worktop.
"Don't try to fool me, cook. I can see when you're lying."
"I'm fine!" Sanji said once again, gripping the edges of the worktop.
"You're so scared you can't even tell me the truth."
"What the fuck would you know about it?!"
Sanji lunged at the swordsman, who was caught off guard and knocked to the ground. After a few minutes of wrestling, punches and cussing, Sanji had Zoro pinned to the floor. Both was panting harshly. Zoro winced in pain as Sanji laid more wieght on the knee he had in the other's chest, The cook had succeeded in pinning both of Zoro's hands to the floor with only one hand, his right hand in his right suit pocket and his left foot in height with the greenhaired's head.
"What the fu-!" Zoro squirmed, but he didn't get out of the stonegrip hold.
Sanji bent down and pressed his lips against Zoro's, cutting him off. Zoro kissed back desperatly, cocking his head to get more access. Sanji's free hand started to wander up Zoro's side, almost purring as he revealed more tanned flesh.
"You should talk," the blond whispered when they broke apart.
"Just let me go."
"Why should I?"
With a grin, Sanji bent down to lick at the swordsman's ear, catching a ring between his teeth.
Zoro stopped struggling and let himself go.
But just for this time.
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