Title: Geronimo!
Rating: M for swearing and yaoi
Media: fic
Characters: Zoro / Sanji
Word Count: 287
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of the characters from it :(
Prompt: 'crack'
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Sanji lay on the bed, his hair glinting like spun gold in the sun. The patterns of light and shade made his muscled abs look even tastier than usual and so the cook's whole chest and stomach were covered in love bites.
Slowly the swordsman pulled away, letting their lips part and unwrapping his legs from those of the leggy blonde. After running one longing hand slowly down the cook's naked body, Zoro climbed out of the bed.
"Where the hell do you think you're going, shitty swordsman?" Sanji growled. He was somehow already lighting a cigarette even though Zoro barely had time to turn around.
The swordsman didn't answer him, but instead opened the top drawer next to the bed and removed a large black dildo. He pointed it menacingly at the cook, grinned and then began to climb the large wardrobe in the corner of the room.
"Marimo…" Sanji said, his voice half warning, half question.
Zoro stood on the top of the wardrobe and stretched his arms out. He was absolutely sure he could reach the bed from here. Mostly because he had been practicing all week. He had the move down pat – the leap, the roll, the twisting motion… His body was a well-oiled machine that knew only the routine of training, moves which were engrained until they were as natural as breathing.
The swordsman took his stance and then let out his battle cry:
"Two Sword Style: Stallion's Thrust!"
…..
For some reason, the next thing Zoro knew, he was lying on his back on the floor with half a double bed on his face.
Weird.
Oh well. Maybe that wasn't what Sanji meant when he said to be more inventive…
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