Title: Candy in the Dark
Theme: #19- Zipper
Claim: SanjixUsopp
Words: 535
Rating: T
Warnings: Boyxboy, slight language, Usopp has the dirty mind this time around. LOL Set after time skip, forgive me if anything seems off (I'm still behind and know little to nothing about timeskip).
Disclaimer(s): I don't own One Piece.
Sanji couldn't believe he was sneaking around in the women's cabin and looking through their clothes. His cross-dressing days were left in Hell (what he called Kamabakka Kingdom anyway), but he couldn't help looking and Nami and Robin's clothes and wondering how they would fit on him. Of course he didn't tell anyone about his experiences; He was far too embarrassed, and he refused to admit that he "enjoyed" dressing in women's clothes. Still, he found himself pulling on one of Robin's shirts.
He was in his own world as he looked through their clothes. Sanji avoided Nami's clothes since they were rather small, even though Nami's longer skirts looked rather tempting.
'Shit, I'm losing myself again,' Sanji thought. He could feel "Candy-chan" coming to the surface; The side made to cope with his cross-dressing. "She" wasn't a second personality, more like a stage name, but "she" was something he hoped to keep from the crew as long as possible. "She" was holding a dress up to his body, admiring the color contrast between the fabric and his pale skin.
"Sanji! "Are you in here?"
The voice snapped Sanji out of his haze caused by the clothes and the noise of the door opening hurt his ears. He hissed without thinking. "Shut the door, shut it!"
The intruder quickly slammed the door shut, making the room a little bit darker again. Sanji sighed, hoping the person hadn't noticed.
"Sanji, why are you wearing Nami and Robin's clothes?"
The cook froze; He hadn't realized the intruder had come in the room. And of all people to come in, it had to be Usopp. 'Shit!' Sanji turned, throwing the clothes in his hands on the bed and tearing Robin's shirt off. "I-I… uh, I was looking for one of my shirts," he explained. "This looks similar, so I thought I'd try it on, but it's too small. Must be Robin-chwan's."
Usopp walked closer, his eyes locked on Sanji in confusion. "You don't have any shirts that look like that," he said as he pointed to the bed, keeping an eye on the dress. "Why are you trying on their clothes?"
They were silent for a moment while Sanji tried to come up with an answer. He sagged his shoulders, unable to figure out what to say. "It's a long story," he sighed. "If I tell you, you better keep it to yourself! Or I'll throw your shitty ass overboard."
The whole story took a few minutes to tell, but Sanji gave in and opened up as Usopp watched him the entire time. The younger was quiet as he spoke, intending to listen clearly.
When Sanji finished telling the story, Usopp suddenly grinned. "If you dress like a woman now, does that mean I can top?" he asked.
Sanji kicked Usopp across his temple as his face flushed bright red. "Fuck you! You're never topping, shithead!" he glared.
"Ouch! Why did you kick me?"
Usopp and Sanji argued as they cleaned up the clothes Sanji had tried on. The blond made Usopp swear to keep his discovery a secret, promising to give him extra pike next time they ate. The sniper sealed the deal with a chaste kiss.