Please let me know if you find any spelling errors in this. My brain hasn't been functioning properly...

Title: Magic Fingers

Theme: #22 Leg

Claim: SanjixUsopp

Words: 1,143

Rating: T

Warnings: Boyxboy, language. The usual.

Disclaimer(s): I don't own One Piece.

"Owowowowow!"

Usopp winced as he shifted his left leg and gasped when pain shop up into his thigh. "Damn! My leg's stiff," he sobbed. Sitting in his part of the downstairs workshop, he debated how to get up the stairs. If he could get up the stairs.

He'd been working on plans for new weapons and inventions, sketching out his ideas and figuring out supplies lists. Usopp skipped breakfast, much to Sanji's disapproval, and worked until he lost track of time. It all factored into the pain in his leg.

And just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, his stomach growled with an audible rumble. Usopp groaned and leaned back in his chair, his leg twitching painfully. He started to think all of his hard work wasn't worth the pain. He vowed to stay away from his blueprints for a while.

He wished Sanji would magically appear, even if such a thing seemed too convenient. But the cook would know exactly what to do for his leg, and even if he didn't know, Sanji would comfort him. He would cuddle with Usopp or kiss him until he was too distracted. Sanji was really good at keeping his promises.

There were footsteps approaching from the rooms upstairs and Usopp strained his neck to see who was coming. It was Franky. "Oi Usopp! It's almost dinner time; Sanji sent me down to look for you," he said.

"Franky, my leg went stiff," Usopp complained, like it was an excuse.

"Eh? Can you move it?" the cyborg asked.

"Yeah, but it hurts," Usopp said, rubbing his leg in an attempt to heal it. "Think you can help me?"

"No problem, Super Franky is here to help!" Franky grinned, throwing his fists in the air and connecting the star tattoos on his forearms. He held out his hand for Usopp and watched him attempt to stand. "Which leg is it?"

"The left."

Franky suddenly grabbed Usopp and threw him over his shoulder. Usopp blushed and started flailing his arms and right leg. "What the hell, Franky?" he demanded.

"Chill out, bro! I'll carry you to the kitchen," Franky grinned, walking up the stairs.

They emerged on the deck, where Luffy and Chopper napped on the lawn with Zoro. Brook quietly played a tune on his violin. The peaceful afternoon was interrupted as Franky and Usopp argued.

"Franky, I can walk! Put me down!"

"No way, Usopp. Sanji asked me to deliver."

"You make it sound like I'm some sort of package!"

They entered the kitchen, where Sanji stood behind the counters. "I brought Usopp," Franky said.

"Why are you carrying him?" Sanji asked.

Usopp yelped as Franky dumped him in the chair closest to Sanji. "He says his leg is stiff; Thought it'd be easier to get here if I brought him," the cyborg said.

"Ah, okay. Thanks," Sanji said, waving a hand as Franky left the room. He turned to Usopp, his visible eye narrowed as he glared at the sniper. "You skipped breakfast. And lunch. Are you trying to starve?"

"I-I was working," Usopp stammered.

Sanji flipped a switch on the oven and walked around the counter. Usopp watched as he placed his hands on his knees and squeezed. The sniper yelped and flinched, holding his left thigh when Sanji let him go. Sanji chuckled, looking Usopp in the eye. "Boy crazy," he said.

"Wh-What? Shut up," Usopp blushed, rubbing his leg.

"What's wrong with your leg?" he asked.

"It's stiff," Usopp explained. "I was going to walk it off, but Franky carried me."

Shaking his head, Sanji started massaging his thigh. It caused Usopp to twitch, but he didn't move away like Sanji expected. The cook looked up when Usopp cried, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close, pushing himself between his thighs. Sanji continued to rub Usopp's leg with gentle pressure and rubbing fingertips, moving down.

"Ow, ouch! That hurts," Usopp frowned.

"I know, just give it a minute," Sanji said, kissing his forehead gently. He kept his hand in one place, kneading his fingers as Usopp moaned, then moved to another spot after a few seconds. Sanji grabbed Usopp's knee again and the sniper let out an uncharacteristic squeal, making Sanji laugh.

The cook pushed Usopp to the left and shifted the seat under him, exposing more of his thigh to the air. Sanji immediately worked on the new uncouched spot.

Usopp clung to Sanji as he groaned, but the noises he made weren't painful, more like relieved. Sanji moved a little closer to his rear and massaged everything on the underside of his thigh in a matter of seconds. The sniper felt like putty in Sanji's arms, flexing his legs and smiling when the pain dissipated. "Better?" Sanji asked.

"Mmm," Usopp sighed. Sanji kissed his forehead again, shifting the sniper and ensuring he wouldn't fall out of his seat.

As Sanji let him go, Usopp's stomach rumbled with hunger. His face turned bright red and Sanji tried to keep his laughter contained, letting a few giggles out. "S-S-Sorry. I'm really hungry," Usopp said.

"That's fine. It's why I made this," Sanji said, pulling a plate closer. How he kept it hidden and helped Usopp was a mystery, but the sharpshooter's mouth instantly watered at the site of food. A small plate of dumplings sat in wait, with small servings of sauce to go with it. Usopp wasted no time grabbing a dumpling, reaching over Sanji's shoulder, and popping it in his mouth. As he chewed, Sanji pulled him closer.

"Mmn, you know, it's hard to eat when you're clinging to me," Usopp said, ignoring the hand that rubbed his back.

"You're the one that started eating," Sanji stated. "I gotta get started on making dinner, so…"

Usopp let go of Sanji as the cook's arms fell from his waist and didn't look up when the cook walked away. He suddenly looked up as Sanji started rounding the counters, reaching out with his hand and continuing to chew. "Wait," he mumbled around a mouth full of food. He waved his hand towards him and tried to swallow.

"Idiot, don't choke yourself," Sanji sighed as he walked closer. He grunted as Usopp grabbed his shirt and pulled him in, like the cook was taking too long to get there. "What th-" he started. Usopp promptly cut him off and leaned up to press their lips together. As soon as the sniper swallowed his food, Sanji dominated the kiss and resisted the urge to push Usopp against the counter.

They pulled apart and Sanji licked his lips. "I can taste the dumplings," he muttered, laughing as Usopp's face turned red again. He turned around and walked back to his kitchen duties. He smiled at the small but audible "thank you" under Usopp's breath before turning the stove on again.