Random thoughts I decided to make into a story!
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Zoro really did not expect this.
It was a hot day on the grand line. The heat was sweltering, practically melting the straw hat crew to the bones. Their over-excited captain, was now a sweating ball of rubber, laying and panting on the grass. Their fluffy doctor was melting, as the heat burned and scorched his fur. Ussop and Franky had tried to stay under the hold of he ship, though it really wasn't much better there.
The girls were burning too, wearing even less clothes than usual, and trying to bask in the sun and get a well deserved tan. Though even they couldn't help fanning themselves every now and then. Everyone was nearly half naked, going without shirts (or in the girls and chopper's case, without pants).
Zoro was panting and sweating against the side of the mast. To hot to train, and the crazed sun even burning his tan skin. He went without a shirt and hamaraki, wearing just his pants rolled up. He looked up at the oncoming cook and glared.
The cook was wearing his full suit. Not a hair out of place. He had on the jacket, slack, shoes and all, not even sweating. He smoked carelessly, and gave out his well made drinks to the crew. Stopping at the swordsman and raising an eyebrow, setting down his drink.
'What wrong with you, moss?' He asked boredly. Zoro pulled back his lips and sneered, reaching out to swallow the cold, fruity drink, before looking up to glare at the cook. Pointing a finger at him.
'Just staring at a dumb Aho-cook, wearing a full on suit, in the sweltering heat.' He spat.
The cook just rolled his blue eyes and gave the swordsman a smirk, collecting the empty glass and walking off. But not before turning around, over his shoulder, and giving the swordsman a smug grin.
' I guess Im just more resilient to heat than weak little marimo's.' The cook chuckled at the swordsman's angry face, before ducking into the kitchen and avoiding a swinging blade.
The swordsman glowered at the shut kitchen door, before a little light-bulb went off in his head, and he walked down to the men's cabin with a menacing smile on his face. His blades shining. He came out minutes later, his smile wide and evil, freaking out the sweating Chopper, who scurried away from the demonic swordsman.
The next day, after performing his evil deed, Zoro waited for the cook to see his reaction.
Zoro had gone down to the men's cabin and shredded up most of the cook's suits, he hid at least half of them, and dyed the rest red and pink. Zoro snickered to himself when he saw the crew, bit by bit, emerge from the ships hold. They all sighed at the heat, which was even hotter than yesterday, and continued to their normal activities, raising a brow at the snickering swordsman.
Zoro held his breath and waited, when the air suddenly tensed and he heard an angry snarl rip throughout the ship. He bit his lip, and relaxed his features to a blank expression, turning to raise a brow at the men's cabin door. Watching the flames of anger flicker out.
Suddenly, Sanji stomped out of the room, his eyes blazing and a red aura around him. His head swiveled around and his eyes landed on Zoro, who was staring at him in shock. He growled and stomped over, pointing a finger at Zoro menacingly.
'What Did You DO?' The enraged chefs voice boomed. But Zoro was too busy staring at him in shock to respond.
With the lack of clothes (that Zoro had helped to create), Sanji had very little choice but to change into only a pair of loose black cargos. A thick silver chain wrapped around his hips, and he had a thin shark tooth necklace. That was it.
That was IT.
Zoro had always assumed, that under those expensive suits, the cook was no more than a pale, scrawny wimp. But what Zoro was seeing, certainly kicked any thoughts like those out the window.
Sanji's chest, was definitely not scrawny. The cooks chest was built. Marble liked muscles layered themselves nicely on his chest. It wasn't skinny, but lean and thick. His muscles flexed and twitched under his skin, as he leaned down and glared at the gawking swordsman.
Sweat was running down his ivory chest, in front, of the now heavily blushing swordsman. Sandy blond hair, trailed from the cooks navel, down and disappearing inside the seductive, black cargos. Zoro gulped and trailed his eyes down the cooks legs. They were thicker up close, wrapped in black loose shorts and leaning over him teasingly.
The cooks whole body was seductive! Everything about him practically screamed sex! His thick, marble colored arms looked perfect, for grabbing hips and holding them down. His muscular chest, thick with hot flesh, seemed perfect for leaning against, and moaning into. His strong hips looked absolutely made for grinding and thrusting. And from the bulge hanging in the loose cargos, the blushing Zoro had a feeling the cook was more, than well equipped for the task.
Blushing heavily, the swordsman looked up to the glaring cook, wiping a bit at his bleeding nose and stuttering.
'Y-yes?'
The cook raised an eyebrow at the stuttering swordsman. Watching as the marimo's eyes ran down his body, before flashing away. Suddenly, the cook grinned in recognition, kneeling down besides the red swordsman. He picked up his chin with his calloused hand. He stared into the swordsman's worried eyes, his blush deepening, before leaning in and smiling seductively.
He leaned in and licked the swordsman's trembling bottom lip, before kissing him possessively. Zoro let out a little squeak, but Sanji's mouth covered his completely, leaving no room for argument.
'Its time for some punishment...' The cook thought mischievously.
He grabbed the swordsman's chin with both hands and deepened the kiss. He slipped his tongue into the panting swordsman's mouth, twisting it in and out seductively. Without permission, he tangled and rubbed his tongue with the blushing zoro's, who was now starting to respond.
He dominated his lips, kissing the younger man roughly, with immense pressure. He didn't let Zoro up for a breath, continuing to play with his tongue in Zoro's mouth. Reaching down a hand, playing with one of the swordsman's nipples, leaving him feeling air-deprived and dizzy.
The swordsman let out shocked gasp, and a desire filled shiver, shuddered down his back. Sanji grinned into his mouth, before deepening the kiss even more, and finally pulling back, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips. Zoro's face was redder than Nami's hair, as his dazed eyes stared into Sanji's smirking face.
Slowly, Sanji sank down and nipped at Zoro's ear. Twirling his tongue around his earrings, and whispering huskily into his ear.
'Next time you mess with my things...I might have to punish you more severely.' He chuckled. Pulling back and watching Zoro's eyes go wide, his face blushing to the max.
Standing up, Sanji smirked down at him before walking away. His muscular back turned towards Zoro, it was creamy colored and shined with sweat. His cargos rode low on his hips which swayed hotly. Zoro gulped dryly as Sanji walked off. But then Sanji turned around, grinning at him from around his freshly lit cigarette.
'As much as I like these pants...they are dirty, and after what you did yesterday, Im not going to have anything to wear for tomorrow...' The chef grinned.
'I'll have to go naked.'
Turning around smugly, the chef smirked when he heard a spurt and the poor melting Chopper scream.
'ZORO! That's too much blood! Somebody, call a doctor! Zoro's nose is bleeding out!' The poor doctor shrieked, and dashed around the unconscious body of the green swordsman. Blood spilling out of his nose.
Sanji chuckled again and walked into his domain, beginning to start lunch and grinning to himself.
'This is gonna be fun.'
There were MAJOR blushies invovled in this story! AND I LOVED IT! Insipration from reading another fic..not sure if this will stay a one-shot or if i'll release my inner pervette (female perv) and make a smexy smut filled Sanzo/Zosan chapter...it all depends..
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