One Piece Fan Fiction
Title: Sick Cooking
Paring: Zoro X Sanji
Rating: 17+ M Yaoi! Boy on Boy action! With no real plot! Yayz!
Comment: AHG! I've been dying to know where I'm taking this! Oh well, you guys want boy on boy. So here you go. This chap will clear up a few of the mysteries behind Sanji's little illness. Heh! I love to tease you guys though so I'm going to make it as painful as possible. Mohahaha!!! J.K. (ah, not really) Ha! Ha!
Hope you enjoy!
Side note for the hell of it: Kazuya Nakai Rules!!! (Voice actor for Zoro)
Ch. 4 Swordsmen are Sexy When Wet
Zoro sat blushing with a hand cupped over his mouth, sitting hunched over in one of the chairs in the galley. A deep, thoughtful expression set over his features. It seemed Usopp had taken pity on him and secretly gave Zoro time off from baby sitting the sick-ass cook. They had to keep it secret from Nami though, or she'd have they're heads. Luckily, she had retreated to her quarters to work on her sea maps.
Luffy was perched on his special seat, atop the figure head of the ship, keeping watch for an island. The Straw-hat crew had been out at sea for three days now and was running low on supplies. This came as no surprise since Luffy's stomach was like a bottomless pit. With their cook disabled, they had to rely on the sloppy sub par food that Nami had prepared under their captain's order. There voyage had seemed to be taking forever as the sails of the Going Merry furled and unfurled in the gentle summer wind. It was a nice day, full of fluffy clouds and warm breezes.
Zoro had managed to sneak a bottle of booze. With the master of the kitchen gone, it was almost too easy. He now and then sucked at the rim, relaxing in the slight fuzziness it offered, blocking memories that where best left forgotten. He would take bigger swigs each time the image of the cook violating his mouth entered his brain, but it was no use. Zoro couldn't get that image out of his head. It was entirely that shitty cook's fault for making him think this way in the first place. He wanted to get back at that Perverted, Ero-Bastard, but the only way to get truly enact revenge would be to wait until the cook was better.
The green haired man sighed. It seemed the rum really didn't do much, but at least it was a break from being in that room.
Usopp had replaced the wet cloth on Sanji's forehead and was sitting quietly next to the fevered cook. Zoro wished he could do the same. Zoro padded over to the marksmen, who was camped out on the floor, and tapped his shoulder. When the perpetual liar turned around Zoro gave the other man a thankful grin and Usopp grinned back, giving him thumbs up. The two men had an agreement that when Sanji was better Zoro would take all of Usopp's watch for the week.
How could the liar resist that opportunity? More time for him to work with his gizmos. Zoro was just glad that he had a time to think and work things out in his muddled head. He looked at Sanji's sleeping form draped across the couch. The younger, dark haired boy waved in parting and left the room. Making sure there was no Nami in sight, Usopp scampered up to the crow's nest.
The swordsmen sat down cross-legged next to the couch, silently watching the cook breathe. He was doing a little better than when he first became ill, but it seemed that what ever Sanji had wasn't going away any time soon. A grunt and Sanji shifted under the covers. Zoro watched silently from the corner of his eye.
"Hn?!" Sanji sat up quickly and looked around, confused. Zoro blinked and stared.
"Um? What's wrong?" Zoro's smooth deep voice scared the shit out of Sanji. He glared at the swordsmen sitting so calmly on the floor next to him.
"Don't scare me like that shit head!"
He paused when he saw the light coming through the cracks from out side.
"How long was I out?"
"For the whole night and half of today." Came the green-haired man's reply.
Zoro sat up slowly and placed his hand on Sanji forehead. The cook's cheeks where looking less red and his temperature seemed to have gone down a bit.
"Well you seem to be getting better. I guess all that sleeping was good for you."
Sanji smacked Zoro's hand away.
"Don't touch me!!" Snarled the fevered cook.
The swordsman was at first shocked from this violent action, but than snapped in irritation. Here he was innocently helping out the bastard and the other man had to be such an ass.
"OH yeah! Asshole! That's fresh! SO it's fine for you to touch me, but I can't touch you!!!"
Sanji looked annoyed and very confused.
"EH? When the hell did I ever touch your ugly mug?! Baka Marimo!"
Zoro was just about to go on a rant about how Sanji had attacked him in his feverish state but just the thought of it made his face burn. He stuttered and looked the other way, muttering to himself, sweat poring down his face comically. Sanji looked like he was watching a horror movie.
I...I did touch him??!!
"Your fucking with me right!!??" demanded the blond cook.
Zoro was too embarrassed to answer, so he coughed into his fist as a response.
Shit!
Sanji whispered under his breath, running his fingers through his messy hair.
"Wha...What exactly did I do to you?"
He hesitantly inquired in a nervous, shaky voice.
Zoro's head shot up at the question, but his eyes wandered around the room before settling on the floor, muttering under his breath still. Sanji became irritated from this display of strange behavior.
"Wha? Just tell me. What? Did I shove a fork up your ass or something?"
"Youkissedmeyoubastard!" burst forth from the irritated swordsman.
He said it loud enough for the cook to hear, but too fast to be really understood.
"I-I did what!?"
Zoro turned a deep crimson, scratching his face a little and turned away, angry that he had to admit something so demeaning.
"You kissed me, you moronic cook! But I kicked your ass afterwards."
His pride added the last part. Sanji had already buried his face in the sofa in shame. How could he? Not like that, with Zoro! This wasn't supposed to happen, if only that shitty swordsman didn't do that to him.
--A sorry guy but here's where a flash back comes in.--
Three days ago, on an island, the Mugiwara's set out to re-supply and rest up before continuing there journey across the Grand-Line. In a small town, that night, Zoro and Sanji decide to kick back and drink at the local bar. They never intentionally wanted to meet there; the two merely had parallel thoughts for once. But before long it grew late and the drunken duo decided to return to the ship. The others would worry if they didn't return, but as they walked out side, it started to rain.
It was freezing, and both shivered slightly as they looked towards the heavily weeping sky. The men stood there, swaying slightly on unsteady feet, before turning to look at each other. Zoro gave Sanji a drunken grin and Sanji, being slightly more sober than the other, sneered at him in disgust.
"Wana make a break for it?"
Sanji blinked and gave a slight nod of understanding before both men dashed out into the storm. Instantly they where soaked to the bone in ice cold rain. It chilled their flesh but they keep on going, before long there bodies became numb and the rain stung their skin, their joints aching in protest, as they carried on.
They had nearly reached the ship when Zoro had halted them both by grabbing Sanji's wrists and pulling him into an alleyway. The swordsman pushing the other against the wall as water poured all around them. The green-haired man's face was shrouded in darkness and his now wet, see-through, shirt was clinging to well toned muscles quite nicely. Sanji was a little taken-aback by this. He'd never seen Zoro look so sexy before. His trademark hair a little less spiky and his body nearly scorching as it pinning him to the wall. Even though they where freezing in the rain Zoro had somehow managed to find the strength (or rather the presence of mind, despite all the alcohol messing with his head) to catch him off guard and trap him this way.
The swordsmen moved quickly, smashing his lips clumsily into Sanji's, before pulling away and retreating as fast as he could to the ship. Sanji was left stunned and confused, still leaning against the wall while trying to figure out what the hell had just happened to him. When realization came to him, he slowly brought his fingers to his lips and touched the spot where Zoro's warm mouth had been just moments before. He grinned a little and cursed the other's name under his breath. How could that shitty swordsman be so sexy? Maybe it was just the booze? The cook didn't even realize how long he had been standing there out in the rain.
--End of the wee lil flash back.--
Afterwards all that the chef could think about what that hot looking, drenched-to-the-bone, body, pressed up against his own. Maybe it was just a drunken impulse, but Sanji really wanted to know if there was any meaning behind it. With the torture he put his body through in the cold rain, and the mental battle in his head; his slight illness turned out to be much more than just a normal cold. All his thoughts had gone down hill.
'If the shitty swordsmen could kiss like that in a drunken state, I wonder how he's like in a sober one.'
At least there was one thing Sanji knew for certain. Swordsmen are sexy when wet.
END CH. 4
Authors Note: Let's Play A Game!
Who ever wants this to be a Zoro X Sanji fic, just write, while reviewing, ZORO X SANJI, really big but if you want it to be a Sanji X Zoro fic just write SANJI X ZORO really big. Which ever one is written the most I'll be sure to make the first one seme and second one uke. Like this…
Example: SEME X UKE. I can do it either way in this case. The question is whither you want Zoro+Uke Sanji+Seme or Sanji+Seme and Zoro+Uke, just write it in the review and may the best man on man thing win. Thanks for reading!
Kami Takai rules your sick pervy minds and you knowz it!!!
See yah next time!
P.S. The next chapter will be out regardless of reviews in a week or two.
P.P.S THANK YOU ANGELICYOKAI!!! (For helping with my crapy writing!)