Warning: contains spanking XD
Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own anything.
A/N- This was pretty short, and the ending's kind of…blah. You know what I mean. I couldn't make my brain work any more. It's all turned into mush. Anyway, read and review please :.
Now, onward!!
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Sanji glared at Zoro, who was lazily taking a nap. They had had a particularly nasty fight in the morning, and Sanji had spent the better part of his day seething and chopping vegetables into little pieces, and seeing the swordsman peacefully napping made him even angrier.
"Stupid marimo." Sanji grumbled. He had a strong urge to kick the snoring man, but that wouldn't be very fair. But he felt he just had to do something, so he settled on kicking one of Zoro's beloved swords, which had been lying a few feet away.
As the sword went sliding on the deck on the Going Merry, Zoro's eyes flew open.
"What the hell are you doing?" Standing up slowly, the swordsman asked Sanji coldly.
Startled, Sanji remained silent for a few seconds before stuttering, "I- I uh-"
"Why the hell did you kick my sword?" Zoro cut him off, pointing at his sword angrily.
Holding up his hands, Sanji replied, "It's just a stupid sword, there's no need to get so worked up about it!"
"Just a… stupid sword?" His face dark, Zoro grabbed Sanji's forearm, dragging him over to the railing.
"Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Are you going to throw me overboard?" Sanji asked, eyes wide. Not that it really mattered if he was thrown out of the ship, as they had docked at a port to buy items they had run out of. Sanji and Zoro had chosen to stay behind while everybody else went out shopping.
Zoro didn't reply, but instead flung Sanji over the railing, so his top half was out of the ship and his waist was resting on the wooden board.
"Woah!" Sanji grabbed the poles. "What's the big idea?"
Zoro put his hand on Sanji's back, securing him in place. With his other hand, he smacked Sanji's butt.
"Ow!" Sanji flinched, caught off guard. "What are you doing?"
"I'm punishing you for abusing my sword." Zoro answered, still smacking Sanji's upturned rear.
"By –ow-! spanking me? You're not –ah!- serious!" Sanji turned his head around with some difficulty and looked at Zoro.
"Nope. I'm dead serious."
"But –oh!- spanking is for little children who've –ow!- been b-bad!"
"Yeah, and I'd say you've been bad, wouldn't you?"
"Well, not exactly -ahh! But I'm not a child!"
Zoro stopped suddenly, thinking.
Looking up at him, Sanji asked, "Are you done now? Why are you looking at my butt like that?"
The swordsman reached under Sanji, undoing his belt and trousers. "All the spankings I've ever seen were on the bare. I just remembered."
"What? No!" The cook tried to get off the railing, but was stopped by Zoro's strong hand. "Let go of me!"
"Later." Zoro replied, yanking down Sanji's pants and underwear.
Sanji blushed and kicked at Zoro's head. "Stop staring dammit!"
Dodging the blow easily, Zoro returned to spanking the blond. "This kind of thing is what I'm talking about. You're so hot-headed. Control yourself."
"Well that's fucking –ow!- hard to do when I'm being spanked like some 5 year old kid!"
"Ehh. Suck it up."
"You bastard!"
"Will you kick any of my swords again?"
"I'll kick whatever the hell I feel like kicking, marimo- OW! Stop that!"
"I'll ask you again. Will you kick any of my swords again?"
"Fine! No! Okay?"
"Good. If your foot comes any where near them, I'll do this again." Giving him a few more hard smacks, Zoro finally let him go.
Rubbing his sore butt with his hands, Sanji glared at Zoro. "All this fuss over a sword. I'm never touching them again!"
