Strange Ideas
People said that the kissing a man who smokes it like kissing an ashtray. Who were those people? Zoro had no idea but all he knew was that strange ideas were going through his head. Zoro sat on a couch staring at the table in front of him. On that table was a shiny object. A silver ashtray. The empty silver ashtray in front of him was just sitting there begging. He could here it now screaming. "Zoro! Taste me!" It wasn't that he wondered what an ashtray tasted like he wondered if the ashtray really did taste like him.
Zoro looked around to make sure that no one was watching. He pick up the ashtray and examined it. It felt cool and smooth in his hands. The swordsman looked around one more time to make sure no one was there. For a split second he touched the inside of ashtray with the tip of his tongue. It tasted cold and metallic. Was that how he tasted? The swordsman shrugged to himself and returned the ashtray to the table.
"Kissing a man who smokes is like kissing an ashtray." He heard a voice say. A dark figure appeared out of the shadows. It was the Sanji and as usual a cigarette was hanging from his lips.
Zoro could feel his face start to turn red. He hoped so hard that the cook didn't see what he just done. "How long have you been standing there?" He asked the blonde suspiciously.
"Long enough." Sanji answered promptly. He walked over to the couch where Zoro was sitting and sat next to him. "So...how was it?" He asked staring at the ashtray on the table.
Zoro shrugged as Sanji removed the cigarette in his mouth and placed it in the ashtray. Suddenly Zoro felt the cook press his lip against his own. They sat there in a mad liplock.
Just as suddenly as he had kissed Zoro, Sanji pulled away. "So? Like an ashtray?" Sanji asked the swordsman.
Zoro thought for a second. "Nope. Much better." With that he pulled the cook closer and kissed him passionately on the lips.