Prompt(from Tumblr): Zoro peeping on Sanji or vise versa (Slick Tiles?) - anonymous
A/N: This was actually the first prompt I got for this AU, but I wanted it to be later in the relationship so I saved it :) Here we go!
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End of the day cleaning shift had been handed off to Zoro of the umpteenth time by Nami, claiming she had some important paper work to do. It was complete bullshit but Zoro didn't mind the extra pay, plus the late night swims he could take before going home. Entering the mens' locker room to clean out the lockers he heard the sound of a shower going and dully noted that there was one person straggling behind before leaving.
Casting a glance around the corner at the long isles of showering cubicles he made out the figure of the man still in the shower. It took only a moment for Zoro to recognize the man's figure and he had to slap a hand across his mouth to keep from squeaking in shock at the blond's naked state. Not that he'd be any other way because as Zoro's brain helpfully reminded; people shower naked. But it just felt slightly impossible that he was within ten feet of a very naked Sanji.
Keeping himself pressed up against the tiled wall he heavily debated leaving and giving the blond the privacy he deserved. After all Zoro was still technically working and it would be extremely unprofessional to peek in on a customer showering, even if said customer shouldn't be allowed to walk around naked without a warning sign. Biting his lip indecisively he could practically feel the little devil on his shoulder tugging on his ear and trying to get him to turn his head to look once more.
A small snort of decision and Zoro peeked his head around the corner to watch the man. It was the perfect view; keeping him completely hidden from the man's sight as well as having a quick escape route, but at the same time giving him the best vantage point. Though really, it was such a bad idea and he could almost hear Nami's condescending voice biting in his ear that 'Eavesdropping is wrong.', but there was something so irrefutably tempting about the blond man.
Sanji was partially turned away from Zoro as he stood facing the spray of the shower, head tilted back sinfully as the water hit his neck and chest before beading down his muscular torso in tantalizing rivulets. Each small stream following its own individual trail as it would caress and slide down the man's skin, tracing pathways that Zoro desperately wanted follow with his tongue.
He was once more lost in the gorgeous sight of the blond Adonis with his fantastically toned legs that were sinfully long, his strong defined arms that were currently snagging a bar of soap off the shelf and his rigidly hard torso that only looked better and better to Zoro as time went on. Zoro's eyes flicked to the bar of soap, eyes nearly falling out of his head at the silent death it proposed onto Zoro's brain cells.
And this time Zoro was biting his lip for an entirely different reason because Sanji's slicked, soaped up hands were moving over himself in such a way that made him look like he was in bliss. Hands scrubbing over his skin, sliding, caressing and doing everything to that body that Zoro had only dreamed about. He wondered how bad the man would freak out if he grabbed some soap and started helping him with his back.
Bar of soap was placed aside as the man once more stepped under the full stream of the water and the suds and bubbles were slowly washed away. Falling down the blonds body, catching over the bumps of each defined ab, or sticking on a spot on his thigh where the water wasn't running. Zoro hadn't known if was possible to be jealous over a bit of soap currently being washed down a drain, but once again Sanji made him feel the stupidest things possible.
Back fully turned to Zoro now as he fully dunked his head under the spray Zoro got the perfect view of the man's rippling back and the tight ropes of obliques that defined the man's hips. And Zoro had never seen the blond's butt without that blasted swimsuit on – granted it made little difference considering how fucking tight the stupid thing was – but there was something so much more gratifying and intimate about finally seeing the blonds amazing ass in all of its glory. Two perfect globs of muscle that made Zoro's hand practically twitch in his want to grab them, and as the water glistened off the olive skin he was overwhelmed in his need to bite them.
Zoro turned away and pressed his head back against the wall as he let out a heavy sigh. He was really letting his imagination get away from him lately; these fantasies were hot but he felt that they really weren't good for his brain. Placing a hand over his eyes he tried to forget the image of the soapy covered god currently touching himself a few feet away and reminded himself that if he was caught he would look like the biggest creep ever.
Just as he was making to pushed himself up and leave there was a yell of sudden fear and then a loud smack of skin hitting tile. Zoro's eyes widened in shock as it could only have been the sound of the man slipping. Ice was immediately in his veins at the thought of that man actually hurting himself. Without even thinking Zoro bolted around the corner and into the showering area, skidding to halt in front of the stall that housed the blond and finding the words dying in his throat as he was faced with the blond, "ARE You ok-"
Sanji stood perfectly fine within the tiled stall, forearm and splayed hand still against the tiled wall of the stall from undoubtedly making the smacking noise Zoro had just heard. A knowing, shit eating grin was plastered across the blonds face as he flashed perfect white teeth at Zoro as he kept one cocky eyebrow arched elegantly.
"Why hello there," Sanji practically purred, "Little pervy life guard."
Zoro tried to stop it – he really did – but his face flushed a brilliant shade of red at being caught out, and as he tried to think of a clever way to talk himself out of it his brain was helpfully pointing out that the blond was still stark naked. Keeping his eyes completely glued to the man's face he desperately ignored the small, terrible voice yelling in an annoying mantra;
Look down. Look down. Look down.
"I was cleaning." Zoro finally managed, keeping his voice gruff as he was already a little bit annoyed at being tricked by the damned blond. All he was waiting for now was for Sanji to just call him on it and make him look like a complete idiot.
"Well," Sanji mused thoughtfully, "Isn't it nice to know that the faculty here are so caring. Imagine if I had fallen and you hadn't been out there..." Sanji placed a thoughtful finger to his lips before cocking his head to the side curiously, "Isn't cleaning the janitors job?"
"The lockers." Zoro clarified as he fought against the flush beginning to spread further from his face and burning his ears, telling himself it was just because of the hot steam in the room and not because of the naked blond in front of him nor the fact that he was uncomfortably embarrased, "I was going through the lockers."
"Now that's even more concerning there, moss head." Sanji chuckled as he leaned against the wall casually, not even the least bit perturbed by his nakedness and seemed to even be flaunting it. Zoro was still resolutely keeping himself from looking down, though it was taking up every last ounce of his will power not to finally see what was always under that thin bit of spandex the blond was always sporting. "Going through people's belonging's, you totally are a perv."
"For the lost and found." Zoro groused, not sure if he wanted to storm away or press the stupid, teasing man up against the wall and threaten him. Though he had a feeling if he touched the blond he might not be able to stop – just the thought of pressing the man up against any sort of hard surface had feel a hot pang of arousal, "I have to clean out the lockers at the end of the day, okay?!"
"Jeez, you should have just said that from the beginning." Sanji tsked lightly, shaking his head as though mockingly admitting to his idiocy but obviously still just teasing Zoro. If his tone wasn't a dead give away that he was just playing with Zoro, then the mirth in those blue eyes would've cinched it; the man was practically in internal hysterics.
"I did." Zoro gritted, not sure if his frustration in his voice was from Sanji's teasing or from the fact that his neck actually hurt from trying to keep himself from looking down.
Look down. Look down. Look down.
"Well, I guess I shouldn't keep you from cleaning those lockers." Sanji murmured with a sly smile, giving a teasing wave as Zoro turned his back on the gloating blond and started to make his way out of the showering area. Ignoring the small chuckle from the blond Zoro just kept walking, trying to hide his still blushing cheeks as he stormed out of the locker room as swiftly as possible.
TBC...
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A/N: A wild Sanji appeared! Wild Sanji used death-by-flirtation. It's super-effective! Zoro fled. (If you can't guess; I GOT POKEMON Y THIS WEEKEND!)