Title: A Matter of Fact
Theme: #09- Treasure
Claim: SanjixUsopp
Words: 561
Rating: K
Warnings: Boyxboy, it says hell once.
Disclaimer(s): I don't own One Piece.
"Wh-Wh-What are you looking at?"
Sanji looked up from the notebook in his hands and tried to hide it as Usopp entered the room. "N-Nothing," he lied, the book under his shirt.
"Don't put it in your shirt!" the younger exclaimed as he threw himself at Sanji. The cook laughed and took the chance to grab Usopp around the waist when he landed "gracefully" across his lap. The notebook was safely secured against his chest, peeking out behind a few buttons. Usopp immediately tried to pry it out.
He was suddenly pushed up, now sitting straight, then pulled back to lean against Sanji's chest. Usopp could feel the notebook against his spine and no amount of squirming would help him get it back. "Sanjiiii! Let me go and give me back my sketchbook!"
"Oh ho, so it is yours," Sanji chuckled in his ear, sending shivers down Usopp's spine. "I was wondering why there were so many sketches of me in there."
Usopp's face lighted up like a flame, especially when Sanji's hands started rubbing his shirt over his torso. "St-Stop it! Just give it back!" he stammered.
"Uh-uh," Sanji said, "I only got to see three or four pages before you barged in. As your model, it's only fair I get to see the work."
The sniper leaned forward to try and get away, but Sanji pulled the sketchbook out of his shirt and used both legs to pin Usopp in his new and improvised seat. Sanji circled his arms around him, pinning his arms to his sides and holding the sketchbook in front of them both. "Let's look at them together."
"No! Nonono!" Usopp cried. "Let's not and say we did; Come on Sanji! Let me go!"
Sanji turned to one of the pages as he placed his chin on Usopp's shoulder, chuckling at another picture of him. He had to admit, Usopp was a wonderful artist. Maybe the creative bone in his body worked overtime, what with inventions, drawings, and lies. "When do you find time to draw these sketches?"
Usopp wiggled wildly, throwing his head back and flailing his legs. "It doesn't matter! Let go!"
"Calm down, you make it sound like I'm hurting you."
"You're hurting my pride! This book wasn't supposed to be seen, EVER!"
"Oh come on, you were gonna show me eventually."
"Hell no!"
Sanji sighed and closed the book in his hand, keeping Usopp tied up in his limbs. "What's so bad about looking through a sketchbook? You're an amazing artist," he said.
"Ah, w-well, that's true. The great captain Usopp has to be a great artist," Usopp said. "But those are just practice! They're personal."
"They're a gem," Sanji said. "Anyone that appreciates art would consider this a great treasure."
"Y-You really think so?" Usopp asked, suddenly agreeing with Sanji due to the older man's comments. He recovered and switched back to "Captain Usopp" mode in an instant. "I mean- Of course! My art is some of the greatest in the Grand Line!"
"So you have no problem with me looking through it?" Sanji asked as he opened the pages again.
Usopp managed to pull his arms out and slapped the book shut, clapping Sanji's hands with it. "Yes, as a matter of fact I do. You're not allowed to look."
"What? But Uso-"
"I said no. Now let me go!"