A.N. A random prompt I found on tumblr, meaning this will be both there an on fanfiction page. (And yea, I do have tumblr, don't use it much, it just steals time with all those posts!) (my tumblr: under-that-sun) (yes, shameless advertising)

Prompt? Not gonna tell you now 'cause it will spoil the fic, if you really need to know check the end for notes.

Warnings: yaoi – man x man, ZoSan/SanZo, established relationship, misuse of alcohol basically fluff.

Word count: 1 160

Summary: It's the second day of Christmas. You know that day when no one really knows what do unless they have a big family they have to visit? How better to spend it then getting drunk of your ass with your loved one?

Pasta

"No, no, no Marimo. This is my bottle." Sanji thrusts the green haired man a bottle of sake, shaking it along with his head. "This. This is your bottle."

Zoro glances at the bottle of white wine the blond had huddled up to his chest and then at the ceramic bottle extended to him. Eyes focusing on blonde's face he lifts up his eyebrows. "Alright, I didn't mean to take your wine from you, I just wanted to see how much of it you drank to be so tipsy."

Sanji smirks patting Zoro's hair with his now free hand from which the green haired male just took the bottle from. "Didn't you wish to know. No way I'm telling you."

The swordsman shakes his head taking a swing from the ceramic bottle he just retrieved from his boyfriend. "Are we cooking ourselves lunch or not? You said you will try to teach me something."

Cook's eyes focus back on the man in front of him and he grins. "Yes, yes, yes! You have to learn making a decent pasta dish! Rice will not suffice! I know it's your favorite and traditional being half Japanese moss that you are, but I need you to know how to make something when you want to spoil me."

"Pfft, like I'm even going to do that."

Sanji turns back from the cabinets he had been shuffling through and glares half-heartedly at Marimo. "Yea, you will, you tried to do it last week and failed terribly, don't try t pretend it didn't happen. If you want to woo me, I will make sure you will do it nicely."

Zoro grumbles, but starts helping the blond with food preparation. He takes the pot from Sanji and fills three quarters of it with water, puts in a tea spoon of salt and a spoon of sunflower oil. After that comes the easiest part – putting the pot on the stove and turning the damned stove on. Of course even such job earns a scolding from the tipsy chef because the fire is too small. "It has to be big enough to warm water up in descent time."

All blond really does is take out the cooking ingredients out and put them on the table before he sits at their kitchen bar that separates living room and kitchen and with a spatula in one hand, a glass of wine in other, he starts commanding his lover what to do.

"Take the meat and wash it under a flow of room temperature water." Sanji swings his spatula back and forth. "The water is too hot! Now it's okay, good Marimo."

Zoro frowns as he puts the meat on the cutting board, taking his bottle, taking a sip from it and turning at his boyfriend for further instructions. Sanji notices the attention back on him and continues to command. "Take out the frying pan and pour in enough oil for its bottom to be completed covered in it! Now put it on the stove and turn it on!"

The green haired man swiftly followed through the easy orders wondering why he ever found cooking hard. "Now take a knife and chop the meat into two on two centimeter cubes!" Oh, right, because of this Zoro didn't cook, Sanji was too picky.

Nevertheless, he tried cutting the meat into the same size cubes and immediately after that he pushed the meat pieces into the pan. "Put in a pinch of black pepper, half a pinch of red, no you moron! Less! Alright, now add half of that tea spoon of salt, yes that's enough. Take a leaf of basil and crush it between your fingers while holding it above the pan, yes, just like that. Now mix it all nicely. Put on a lid."

A delicious smell of almost cooked meat spread through the kitchen making Zoro's stomach grumble and Sanji giggle at the sound. "Mix the pasta. Tell me how it looks."

Zoro does exactly that. "They look pale."

The blond rolls his eyes. "Just taste one of them if it's cooked."

Swordsman snatches a piece of pasta and after a few blows to it, quickly gulps it down. "It's alright."

"Is its middle really cooked?" Zoro nods and it's all the confirmation the chef needs before continuing his commands. "Pour off the hot water, that's it, keep a firm touch on the lid and don't let it fall off. Now put the pot into the sink, lift the lid and pour cold water. That's about it, mix the past inside it. That seems to be enough. Pour off the water once more."

The green haired man puts the pot on the stove and turns off the meat, he pulls out a spoon he never really understood the use of, it was with some decent sized holes in it and he had to take out the meat out of pan to the pot while letting the fat run back into the frying pan.

"Now with the meat in the pot take the tomato ketchup and add five full spoons of it. Now mix it all together… And you can already serve it! Now put two plates on the table and the food. I hope to be wooed properly tonight."

Zoro rolls his eyes as he puts the needed plates on the table. "I think you will be too drunk to properly enjoy it."

A spatula lands on his head as Sanji sits down on the table putting down both his glass and weapon aside. The green haired man put in a portion for him and himself, lit a candle he had conveniently put in a middle before and started eating.

After several bits Sanji straightens up and smiles at Zoro. "This is really delicious."

The swordsman still a bit bitter for being commanded all process long frowns. "Yea, sure, whatever."

Suddenly he hears a sob and his eyes widen as he lifts them up to see red eyed Sanji, tears running down his cheeks. "You don't love me anymore, do you?!"

Zoro quickly scrambles on his feet, across the table and pulls the completely drunk blond into his arms and deposits them both on a light blue couch nearby. "I do! I really do! Stop talking nonsense!" He says as he plants kisses all over Sanji's face, panicking a bit and feeling at loss what to do."

The chef stops sobbing and looks into Zoro's green eyes with his own, slightly red ones. "You- you do?" He sobs out, fingers clenching his boyfriend's shirt.

The green haired man, for once being a bit tactful puts a small, sloppy kiss on Sanji's sour lips. "Of course I do, I make you food when you're too tired to make it yourself, I listen to your orders when they're more or less normal."

He gets swatted on his neck and Sanji smiles, only red eyes betraying something wrong happened minutes before. "You silly Marimo."

Prompt: Person A and person B are tipsy and attempting to cook;

A.N. I feel like this turned out to be Person A is drunk and Person B has to cook by Person's A orders... :D

I still hope everyone enjoyed! I'm not going to say until next year, because I hope to update something before then ;}See you soon! (hopefully)