raiinedays asked you:

I'm sure someone's probably asked this already but, poledancer!Sanji au?

I've had loads of requests for this so…

God, Zoro knows he shouldn't be here. They work together and he really should not be thinking of Sanji this way. Sanji is his friend, capable, strong as hell and fun to be around. He's always teased Sanji for the fact that he runs some of the more lady-themed classes at the fitness centre they work at, but Sanji's just smugly pointed out that it means he gets to see ladies working up a sweat.

He's standing open mouthed in the doorway to Sanji's studio, his class should have finished so he'd decided to swing by only to find Sanji giving a demonstration to a few stragglers who are clearly watching Sanji for teaching purposes and not for the mental porn purposes that Zoro is frozen there for.

You see… amongst other things Sanji teaches the pole classes. Pole dancing that is. And right now he's hanging upside down on a pole suspended… somehow (surely not JUST by his hands how is that possible?). The blonde's hair is flowing loose and his body ripples against the pole, every flex and sinew viewable just under his hiked up sleeveless tank.

Sanji lowers himself, keeping his arms where they are so he's just one long lean arc of perfection against that pole. He turns in the air, nothing against the pole but one hand and a few toes because apparently gravity doesn't exist in here.

Zoro's mouth runs dry as Sanji reaches, his other arm grasping the pole and everything in his back and shoulders flexing as his body straightens itself so he's ninety degrees away from the pole like some kind of human flag.

Sanji's legs split impossibly wide and the blonde shifts himself effortlessly forward on the pole so that the tops of his shoulders are just touching it, one leg coming on the other side of his hand, a bare foot pointing towards the ceiling. That sheer level of flexibility has Zoro trembling with a kind of primal want that he's simply never experienced before, but he can't move, can't do anything because what he's frozen under the blonde's spell.

Sanji arches and hooks his knee around the pole, freeing his hands from it as he spins slowly in the air like a child's toy as he rotates down the pole to the floor. His other bare foot graces the ground and the women watching applaud.

Sanji's blue eyes slide open and his gaze is immediately on Zoro, as if he could see him even through his closed eyes. Like he knew Zoro was watching him the whole time.

A slow, lazy smirk spreads over Sanji's face. It must be evident just what he's thinking on his face, Sanji can see it, surely. His eyes feel as wide as saucers and he's struggling to breathe properly. Sanji's smirk gets even wider as he flicks his leg off of the pole, his hips shift all liquid and sex as the blonde shoots him a challenging look.

Well?

Zoro runs.