Title: Sides

Theme: #16- Demon

Claim: SanjixUsopp

Words: 1,049

Rating: T, almost M?

Warnings: Boyxboy, slight sexual content, language.

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

There was a form of Sanji that the crew liked to dub "The Demon." This form only emerged when he was extremely angered, like when he learned of any crimes against the women, or when Luffy ate all of the rations they had stored. While the former happened less frequently, and Sanji rarely became so upset anymore, the nickname was still there.

Usopp only had one personal experience with it.

It was when he was put in charge of doing the ship's laundry for the day. They had let everyone's dirty clothes pile up quite a bit when they became too busy, and the task itself was too much for one person to handle. Usopp only volunteered because he needed some of his own clothes done and everyone else refused to do them. So he filled a barrel with soap and water, grabbed the washing board, and started working.

It took him an hour to put a dent in the work load, which made Usopp's back hurt and his hands cold. He sighed, deciding it was time for a break, and jumped down into the kitchen where Sanji was busy preparing lunch. "Sanji, I'm getting hungry," he said.

"Snack on this until I finish," Sanji said, laying a plate left over from breakfast on the counter in front of him. Usopp sat down and started eating right away. "What are you doing, anyway? You've been pretty quiet since breakfast."

"Laundry. I've got a good percentage of it finished," Usopp explained around a mouthful of food.

"Oh, good. Did you get everything from the floor? It's starting to smell like something died in there," Sanji said.

"Mmm. Yeah, I actually just did some of your clothes; I'm on Luffy's now. I had to let them soak for a minute because they smelled so bad!" Usopp exclaimed. "How often does he change his shirt? You'd think the vests had gone without being washed for a month!"

"That wouldn't surprise me," Sanji laughed. "How much longer until you finish?"

"It'll be a while," Usopp frowned, shoving the now empty plate forward so Sanji could grab it. "But I'll be done before the day is over."

Sanji leaned across the counter, kissing the tip of Usopp's nose and smirking. "Got a couple minutes to spare?" he asked. The sniper grinned, knowing Sanji didn't stop cooking for just anyone.

Meanwhile, on the deck above, Luffy noticed the laundry waiting to be finished. A light bulb went off inside his head, causing the rubber man to grin his trademark smile and run closer to Usopp's chore. The sniper wouldn't mind if he helped a little, would he? Luffy knew Usopp would appreciate it, maybe talk Sanji into giving him extra rations of meat, and cleaned a few of Sanji's shirts. He was only there for three minutes, since Zoro came looking for him after long, but Luffy was glad he could help and hung the few articles of clothing he washed to dry. He marveled at his work for a moment before following Zoro away from the scene.

Usopp returned a minute later, adjusting his bandana and practically grinning. Sanji promised to "reward" him for taking the initiative on the laundry that night, so he decided to finish as fast as he could. Maybe if he finished early, he could get to Sanji faster and get his reward. He didn't notice the smaller pile of clothes, too engrossed in the idea of what Sanji could possibly have in mind for that night.

That night, Usopp waited in his workshop for Sanji. He finished the laundry just like he planned and Franky had decided to let him have free reign to their joint space, knowing just what Usopp was going to do once Sanji arrived. While the scenery wasn't very romantic, Usopp didn't really mind; He just wanted to have some alone time with Sanji.

The cook stormed into the workshop soon just as Usopp started questioning when he would get there. Instead of a romantic greeting, he threw a wad of pink fabric at the sniper's face. "Why the hell are all of my shirts pink?" he demanded.

Usopp held the offending objects, which appeared to be Sanji's white shirts dyed pink, and gasped. "What the hell-I didn't do this!" he exclaimed. "Sanji, there's a mistake! I-I don't know what happened!"

"You're the one that did all of the laundry!" Sanji growled. "Haven't you ever learned to do colors and whites separately?"

"B-But I did! I swear!"

Usopp did something he was usually afraid to do; He threw himself at the "enemy," hoping to distract Sanji and get on with their original plans. The cook wasn't buying it though. "I have to buy new shirts, damn it. I don't have a shitty white one now because they're all pink!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't do it, but I'm really sorry!" Usopp cried. "I promise I'll get you new ones! Just don't kill me!"

"Oh, I'm not gonna kill you," Sanji growled, an evil glint in his eyes. Usopp trembled as Sanji's hands circled his waist, the gentleness of Sanji's action only making him believe that something was wrong. He was right, as Sanji nearly slammed him into a wall and started to roughly bite at his neck. "I'm just going to have to punish you instead of reward you," Sanji growled.

Usopp flailed, a little turned on by the whole experience, but equally scared. "S-S-Sanji- ahn! Let go! Ah!" He gripped the cook's shoulders as he moaned, flinching as Sanji shoved a knee between his thighs. "Ahn-Ha!"

Sanji nipped and sucked his neck in multiple places, making Usopp squirm and rub against him. He never expected Usopp to be turned on by his anger, but Sanji decided to milk it for all it was worth, even if he hated being angry at the sniper. Smirking, he leaned in and licked Usopp's ear. "You're gonna feel this for the next couple of days, bastard," he whispered.

Usopp groaned and made a mental note to try and avoid this kind of interaction with Sanji, a little embarrassed that he was reacting to Sanji's advances. While he was afraid of "The Demon" side of Sanji, he had to get to the rough side more often.