Flaming Emotions, Burning Passions By YaoiFanLady2
Welcome to the next chapter, my friends. Read on, and reviews at the end will be appreciated greatly!
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the One Piece stuff, but if I did I'd make Sanji and Zolo all mine! Those two are so yummy…lol DROOL
CHAPTER 2- That IS The Wine Talking…Right?
Sitting at the bottom of the mast, Zolo heard a clunk and a loud swear in the distinct accent that could only belong to the cook. He growled at the face that swam in his mind and stood up, trying to banish the mental image of Sanji staring at him. He felt a wave of irritation wash over him and he decided to go and barrage Sanji about what his problem was.
Sanji bent and picked up the pot he had dropped, grumbling around his latest cigarette. Hearing a snigger come from behind him, the preoccupied chef turned to see Zolo standing in the doorway. His shirtless torso still glistening with sweat, Zolo was leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded, flexing the muscles. He had a mocking grin on his face, looking down at the blonde who was still kneeling on the floor. Sanji scowled and blew out a puff of smoke, standing to plunge the pot in the new sink and stare arrogantly back at the swordsman.
"What d'you want, swordboy?"
Zolo smirked and fixed Sanji straight in the eye, unfolding his arms to put his hands on his hips. "I wanna know what's up with you."
"Whadya mean, what's up wid me? Im fine…" Sanji turned his back on the swordsman and busied himself once again with the bottle of wine that he was drinking from before, stubbing the cigarette and then taking a large gulp.
"You're a shit liar. You dropped a pot, in your own kitchen. That never happens." Zolo said accusingly, taking a few steps into Sanji's domain. "You're distracted, and I wanna know why."
Sanji swiftly turned around with the bottle in hand, walking past Zolo to get a wineglass from the shelf next to the door. Zolo caught the strong whiff of alcohol as the cook passed and frowned as Sanji poured himself a very liberal amount of red wine. Sanji turned back around and leant against the counter, downing the whole glass with a swift motion. He poured another glass and glanced at the other man over the rim, narrowing his eyes.
"I dunno what yer talking bout. Ya must be trainin' to hard."
"You're drinking too." Zolo observed derisively. "How much have you had?"
"Eh, not much. Maybe half." Sanji flicked a stray golden strand of hair out of his face and saw Zolo roll his eyes. He snorted and straightened up, moving to walk past the swordsman and out of the door. Zolo grunted and moved into his path, barring the door.
Starting to really get irritated, Sanji was about to kick his way out onto deck when he had a better idea; he took a few steps forward and got right up into Zolo's face until they were rubbing noses. A few seconds past in silence until Zolo growled and took a step back, increasing the distance between the two hotheads.
Sanji grinned at the scowling man. He knew that Zolo wouldn't like to be so close to him, so to prompt him to move all he had to do was get in the man's face. It had worked to an extent, but Sanji still couldn't get through the door.
Sighing, the cook waved a hand in the general direction of his crewmate and asked his own curious question. "So what's da big idea? Why d'you care what's up wid me all ov a sudden?"
"Im not an idiot, Sanji. I saw you watching me earlier." Zolo took a few more steps back into the cook's domain and shut the door behind him, trapping the slightly tipsy cook in until Zolo had the answers he was looking for. "And it's not the first time I've seen you do it, either."
Not even bothering to hide the embarrassed blush that was rising to his cheeks, Sanji finished off the glass in his hand and took off his jacket and tie. It was beginning to get hotter in the kitchen, as the windows were closed and now so was the door. He threw them over the nearest seat and took a few steps towards Zolo, not caring that he staggered a bit and almost tripped over his own feet.
"Now listen here, swordboy." Sanji grumbled loudly, his cheeks now rosy not only from his blush but also as the alcohol began to hit him. "I wasn't starin' atcha, I was…"
His sentence was cut short as the blonde bumped into the table, stumbling slightly. Zolo ran a hand through his hair and sighed exasperatedly, watching as the tipsy cook tried to find his balance.
"Fuckin' hell, Sanji-I think you've had a lot more than just 'not much' wine. Come here, before you hurt yourself." Zolo pulled the cook over to him before Sanji tripped over and hauled him into the chair beside them, Zolo's large hands firmly around Sanji's waist. He pushed the fair-haired man into the seat and put a hand onto his chest, as Sanji was stubbornly trying to stand up again. "Sit down! Stupid drunken cook…"
"Argh, get offa me, ya shitty fuckin' swordsman!" Sanji tried to kick Zolo away from him, but the taller man simply batted the foot away with a large hand and grabbed Sanji's face, forcing their eyes to meet. Sanji stopped struggling and inhaled deeply, staring at the face before him with wide eyes and feeling his heart thump faster. The strong scent of musk and sweat enveloped him and the blonde felt his eyes close, letting the heat and scent wash over him.
"Sanji, wake the hell up. Don't pass out on me-I still got answers I need to wring out of you." Zolo shook the head in his hands slightly, encouraging the cook to open his eyes and meet the gaze again. Sanji frowned and felt one of the callused hands leave his face, feeling it be placed on his knee. Moving to a more comfortable stance, Zolo moved the hand on Sanji's face to cup his chin, once again getting the blonde's attention.
The blonde sighed and shrugged, trying to ignore the position he was in and the enticing view of the swordsman's body he was being shown. "Whadya wanna know?"
"Why were you watching me like that?"
"I like watchin' ya train, ok…it's interestin'." He paused and raised a curled eyebrow. "Anythin' else? Or are ya jus' gonna keep me pinned here 'nd at yer mercy?" Sanji whispered snidely. He motioned to where Zolo had his hands and smirked as the gruff man narrowed his eyes.
"You weren't watching my blades." Zolo said, his lowered voice deepening. He raised an eyebrow as Sanji gulped slightly. "You were watching me…my body, my face and chest..."
"So?" Sanji retorted arrogantly, not quite liking where Zolo was going with his questions.
"So why?"
"I think ya know why, swordboy." Sanji said stubbornly, letting his eyes travel over the muscles of the man who was pinning him to the chair. He flicked his head to the side and his golden hair glinted in the light, a grin appearing on his face when he noticed Zolo was watching him attentively. "Why yer askin' me when ya already know is what's got me confus'd"
"That's coz I wanna hear it from you." The swordsman said bluntly, getting irritated by the cook's arrogance and cocky smile. "How am I supposed to know what's going on in your stupid blonde head?"
Sanji chuckled. "Oh, so ya wanna know what's going on in my head, do ya?" A small grin curling his lips, he leant forward and whispered into Zolo's ear, sending shivers down the man's spine. "…If ya knew what was goin' on in my head, you'd have yer hands in a different place…"
Before Zolo could react to the obvious innuendo behind the drunken words, Sanji had kicked his legs and knocked the knees out from beneath his crewmate. With a surprised yell Zolo fell forward, his head coming to rest in the curve between Sanji's neck and shoulder. In an attempt to stabilise himself, Zolo put his hands around Sanji's back and tried to gain balance from the chair, effectively sitting on Sanji's lap in the process.
Zolo heard Sanji's deep chuckling in his ear and growled, realising what he had done. He sat back and saw that the intoxicated blonde cook was struggling to stop from bursting into laughter. Glancing around to make sure they were truly alone, Zolo noticed that he was now straddling the cook to the chair and that Sanji's two large hands were placed in rather sexual parts of his body.
One hand was pressing into the very lowest of the small of his back, pushing him forwards and further onto the groin area of the man beneath him. The other hand was on the top of his left thigh and extremely close to his crotch. With a self-conscious blush Zolo realised that the thumb on that hand was trailing small circles into his inner thigh rather seductively, and that his body was beginning to react to it in ways he wasn't quite comfortable with.
"Sanji…" he said quietly, looking down at the grinning face near his shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?"
Sanji laughed and tightened his grip on the individual on top of him, pulling the shocked man in until their chests were touching and Zolo was frozen and speechless, his mouth only centimetres from Sanji's face. With a wink, Sanji leant forward further and whispered tantalisingly into the shell of Zolo's ear. "Im answerin' yer question, Zolo…"
Zolo couldn't suppress the shivers sent down his spine as Sanji's lips caressed his ear, feeling his earlobe being drawn suggestively into the blonde's mouth. Zolo was about to push away from his assailant when the muffled sounds of shouts and laughter managed to sound through the closed door and he froze in panic.
By the sounds of it, Nami was yelling at Luffy and the rubber captain was trying to change the topic, while Usopp laughed in the background. The thumps of their footsteps were advancing towards the kitchen door and Zolo realised that Sanji had progressed from his ear to nibbling affectionately on his lower neck. Pulling back and looking down at Sanji, Zolo brought one fist up and past his shoulder, preparing to thump the cook into letting him go. But as he was about to let the punch go and hit Sanji in the face, several things happened all at once.
Firstly, the remaining members of the straw-hat crew burst through the door, Luffy in the lead, only to stop and stare in shock at the sexually orientated scenario before them.
Secondly, Sanji closed his eyes, leant forward and kissed Zolo.
Right on the mouth.
Oooooh! What's Zolo gonna do? What's Sanji thinking? Hows Zolo gonna react? Why isn't Chopper there? Where was Luffy? Whys Usopp's hair so curly? When's my Dentist appointment? Am I nuts? If u wanna know the answers to those questions and more, read on! (If u really wanna know when my dentist appointment is, ask me in a review! I love reviews!)
And just pointing out that Sanji is a horny bastard when hes drunk. Aren't we all at some point? I know I am! Lol
YFL 2 xoxoxox