Title: Whatever works for you
Rating: M – language and yaoi
Media: Fiction
Pairing: ZoSan – can't help myself :D
Word Count: 294
Prompt: Nuisance
I've been really enjoying "Shifting Ties" by dreaming_fate at the moment. This is inspired by the first chapter; nothing like a good argument in the kitchen :D
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He could feel the swordsman's gaze lingering on him from the doorway. It had to be him; he always came to pester Sanji when he was cooking. It was like clockwork; at ten he trained, at two he slept, at four he annoyed Sanji.
Zoro lounged in the doorway, no doubt preparing his strategy for the day. He knew Sanji's dream and his life's desire were tied up in his culinary abilities - he just didn't seem to care.
Baka-marimo! What would it take to get through to him?
"Don't touch that." The cook could tell now without even turning around.
*touch*
"I said, don't touch it shit-head!"
*touch*
One foot raised in sheer frustration, eyes bright with rage…
Firm caresses travelling up his thigh, deft fingers nimbly seeking higher.
"NOT THAT EITHER!"
"Why?" Eyes filled with lust, wicked grin and lips so close.
"I'm busy!"
"Ok." Zoro laughed. Shrugs, sits, a minute and then…
*touch*
"Zoro don't you dare touch that batter," A chuckle and waves of impudence rolling over his shoulder.
*touch*
"Don't stick your fingers in there!" A well-aimed kick, quick dodge and Zoro licking his fingers clean, ever so slowly.
"Mmm… It's good ero-cook…"
"I told you not to touch that you moss-headed moron!"
A smirk a mile wide.
Three kicks in quick succession, any one enough to crush bone. He regained his stance and tapped his shoe: once, twice, three times.
Waited.
Zoro rushed towards him, all brute force and flashing blades. Their bodies collided, forceful blows turned to caresses. Struggling for dominance on the floor, face wet with kisses.
"Why do you always have to be such a fucking nuisance?"
Sanji always asked but Zoro was always silent.
I'll stop doing it when it stops working, baka.
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