One Piece isn't mine. So please don't sue me…
Warning: The following stories are shounen ai or yaoi, which are terms of Japanese origin used to refer to work that refers to homosexual relationships between male characters. Boy love. So if this isn't your thing, please go back now.
Written for LiveJournal communities. Ace x Sanji.
Here, Let Me Get That, rated PG.
For the amazing One Of Broken, who's stuck around and encouraged me from my first days on FF. Much love!
There is definitely whipped cream up my nose.
Ace groaned and stretched languidly before reaching for a napkin, smearing at the delectable assortment of berries and cream currently decorating his face. Sanji had made an awesome pie in honor of his visit, and he'd managed to fall asleep in it. Whoops.
"You are such a damn mess, Firefist."
Speak of the devil. The blonde cook sat on a nearby chair turned backwards, skinny arms braced across the back while he watched
Ace with veiled interest. Sanji shifted, the worn wood of the chair creaking softly. "You've only been out for four hours. Everybody else's gone to bed already."
"Ah, sorry." A raven eyebrow shot up in amusement. "So you've sat here watching me for four hours, ne? I am flattered." Finding a fork, he attacked the remains of his dessert.
The cook snorted. "Hell no. I do work on this ship, unlike some of its inhabitants."
"But you've been watching me for a little while, anyway?"
Sanji exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke and watched it curl lazily into the air. "If you want to get technical. Long enough for a smoke." Jamming the butt into an ashtray and blowing one last puff of smoke, he stood. "I guess you're finally done?"
"Hai." Ace pushed his empty plate-turned-pillow towards Sanji. "Thank you. It was delicious."
There was no mistaking the pleased look that lit the cook's face. "Hm." Thin fingers reached for the dish, only to hesitate and hover over the rim. Ace glanced up to see blue eyes watching him intently.
"What?"
Instead of answering Sanji leaned closer, fingers coming up to cup Ace's face before pressing soft lips against his cheek. A supple tongue lapped at the corner of his mouth before swiping teasingly at his lips and withdrawing. "You had something on your face."
Well. Ace sat blinking at the other man while he waited for his brain to start working again. Dammit if the other man didn't always have that affect on him. The logia user's fingers found the forgotten plate and a dollop of blackberry glaze, bringing it up to smear over that smug grin as he chuckled softly. "Huh. Looks like you have something on your face too, cook. Better come here so I can take care of that." Turning and sliding his legs over the bench, he pulled an unprotesting Sanji into his lap and began his own ministrations.
Blackberry pie tastes good, he thought. But it had nothing on Sanji.
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