Author's Note: Well … here be a One Piece fanfiction for ya. Yarg (like a pirate). The pairing is Sanji and Zoro, a very strong vibe of shounen-ai. Your gay-dars should be going off the charts. And this is a one-shot. T.T Please don't threaten me with death to update (as some people have been doing O.O). Because I don't have anything to add to this, alrighty? It'll just be all repetitive, at that can be accomplished by just reading the story over and over again. n.n
Disclaimer: I don't own. u.u I can't even say I own the idea for the pairing, since there are plenty more who've written for the same pairing.
'Mornin', Angel.
"Zoro," came a pissed-off voice. It was returned with a grunt.
"Zoro, get up. Now." Sanji nudged Zoro with his foot.
The sleeping man didn't stir.
"Godamnit, Zoro, get yer fat ass up!" A forceful kick to Zoro's head came from a ticked Sanji.
Zoro continued to snore loudly. Sanji took a long drag from his cigarette, shaking Zoro's hammock vigorously.
"Wake up, ya lazy moron, or Luffy will get all of yer food. … And I'll throw all of yer swords overboard," Sanji added after some consideration, sure that would get the sleeping man to wake up.
'No? Well, let's try harder,' Sanji thought when Zoro still didn't wake from his slumber.
He tried tickling the ribs of the shirtless man. That didn't work, either.
Sanji looked at his cigarette, then at Zoro's exposed chest, and back to his cigarette with an evil grin. He pressed the hot end of the cigarette to the man's flesh.
"Oh my fucking gods," Sanji muttered, amazed that Zoro merely brushed off the ashes and rolled over.
He stood there for a few minutes, staring at the man who was dead to the world.
He smirked when a thought fluttered into his mind, whispering devilish thoughts to him.
"Oh ho ho … This will most surely work."
Sanji leant over the slumbering Zoro, only centimetres away from his face. And not a second later, his lips were pressed to Zoro's for only a fraction of an instant. But it woke him right up.
"What the fucking hell!" Zoro shot up as quickly as a bullet, his hand flying to his mouth.
Sanji licked his lips. "'Morning, Sunshine."
"What did you think you were doing!"
"Waking you for breakfast, of course," Sanji explained lightly.
Zoro could still taste the tobacco on his lips from Sanji. Muttering obscenities, he swung his legs out of the hammock and walked to the ladder that would lead him to the deck. He paused there.
"… Sanji?" he asked slowly.
"Hmm?" Sanji replied leisurely.
"… Can you wake me up tomorrow, too?" Zoro asked with a smile on his face, and left.
Sanji grinned, following after the man, his cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth.
Yay! Fin.
I hope you liked it. n.n