Title: Simple Misunderstanding
Pairing: SanUso
Rating: T
Warnings: Fluff, angst, fluff and Sanji being just a little impatient.
Summary: None
Note: Happy birthday Sanji! Not only do you get a cute little picture in the crazy Basil universe I've stuck you in, but I'm giving you a fic too. Written 03/02/2012.

"Umm… Sanji?"

The sad and almost desperate tone in Usopp's voice almost broke Sanji's spirits, but he steeled his heart and refused to turn towards the door as Usopp walked in. "Not now, Usopp. Unless you wanna let me in the kitchen this time."

Their morning started out with a spat. Sanji woke up and realized Usopp was already awake, running to the kitchen only to find himself locked out. The sniper had made himself comfortable inside and refused to let Sanji put one foot in the door. It all lead to a little fight, Sanji demanding he make breakfast and Usopp giving no logical reason as to why he needed the kitchen. It resulted in Sanji storming down to the aquarium bar, giving Sanji time to mull over his anger.

He was almost ready to leave the aquarium bar and return to the kitchen when Usopp walked in. But with Usopp's arrival, he couldn't contain the bubbling anger threatening to burst. "If you're here to argue some more, get out. I'm not in the mood."

The door clicked shut, but the footsteps remained as Usopp walked closer. With his back turned, Sanji was too engrossed in trying not to snap that he almost flinched at the hands on his shoulders. When Usopp's arms circled around his neck and his back touched Usopp's chest, he was sure his anger was melting away. "I need your help," Usopp whispered.

"With what?"

The arms tightened a bit when Usopp pushed his cheek against Sanji's head. "I can't… I'm having trouble making breakfast," he said.

"Why are you making breakfast? That's my job…" Sanji mumbled. "What are you up to?"

"It's your birthday, I wanted to do something special for you," Usopp explained. "I thought I could make you breakfast since you're making it for everyone else, and I thought maybe you could get some rest and take a break for the day. But I messed up and I can't make anything the right way."

Usopp held onto Sanji a little bit tighter after each sentence, Sanji starting to lean back and mold against Usopp's chest as he explained himself. "So you kept me out of my own kitchen?"

"… Sorry," Usopp whispered before kissing Sanji's head.

Sanji shrugged, pulling Usopp's arms away as he started smiling. "You could've told me what you were up to, you know. It'd be the better alternative to starting a fight," he chuckled. "Huh… Is it sad that I forgot today's my birthday?"

"Doesn't really surprise me," Usopp mumbled.

When Usopp's hands hung loosely on his shoulders, Sanji turned and pulled him closer. The sniper's lips turned up and he let Sanji guide him into his lap, both legs wrapping around Sanji's waist when Sanji leaned closer to him. Sanji teased him by licking and nipping at his lips, hands pulling on Usopp's shirt and sneaking underneath the fabric.

"Mmm, hey, I came to get your help, not make out with you!" Usopp exclaimed, pushing Sanji away from him after the cook kissed his lips.

"You'll still make out with me anyway, right?" Sanji asked, hands pushing higher and one moving to Usopp's chest. "It's my birthday, can't we just forget about breakfast for five minutes?"

"No," Usopp said, his legs wrapping tighter around Sanji's waist. "I'll give you three. Since it's your birthday."

"No limitations?"

"Sanji, we have to go back to breakfast! Come on, you're wasting time…"

"Aww, Uso-swannnn…"

"I can take it down to two-"

Sanji cut the sniper off with both hands pulling Usopp closer and lips pushing together. Usopp chuckled, mumbled a birthday wish when Sanji gave him a break for air, and submitted under Sanji's touch.