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"I'm hot," Luffy told his sandals, his words disappearing with a puff of steam into the rippling heat haze.
"I'm hungry!" he declared, sitting firmly in a sand dune.
Sanji walked past the protesting Captain and bumped him affectionately, "It's not much further."
Luffy studied Sanji: he was wearing a pastel blue shirt and smoking, the slight breeze ruffling his hair. He looked like he belonged in an air conditioning advertisement.
"I'm tired now!"
"Well, you have to suck it up," Sanji said firmly.
"Zoo-rooo!" Luffy called plaintively, seeking a second opinion. The wide-eyed boy looked around, blinking in the glare, "Where's Zoro?"
"Great. That's just what we need - the human compass…" Sanji grumbled.
"ZORO! ZOOOOROOOO!"
"Over here!"
Luffy followed the voice and saw water – clear, green and inviting. He ran madly toward it, sinking knee deep into sand. He threw off his vest, then his shirt, pants and underwear. By the time he leapt into the air, his bare bum was gleaming in the sunlight.
Zoro chuckled as Luffy surfaced, spluttering. He should be fine in only a few feet of water but the swordsman wasn't taking any chances. He stripped off quickly and dove in, loving the feeling of cool water beading on his hot skin.
Sanji crested the hill last,
"What the hell are you doing?" the dazed cook spluttered.
"I'm swimming!" shouted Luffy, paddling in three inches of water.
"Just watching ero-cook, or you coming in?" Zoro drawled, still offensively confident in the buff.
"I.. well.."
It was very hot…
"If either of you tells the girls, I'll make you into a sauce," Sanji hissed as he stripped off, "a really shitty one!"
"Nothing to tell them about," Zoro deadpanned back.
"Asshole!"
Embarrassment forgotten, Sanji charged into the water to ensure Zoro had the best angle on his incredible assets.
Nothing?
My ass!
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