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Title: Unwelcome Souvenir
words:300
pairing: Zoro/Sanji
rating: R (for language)
topic: Blackmail
Later after the reunion was official and everyone was back on the Sunny but before the ship floated down to Fishman island Zoro cornered him. It had been two years dammit and he had thought the pervert cook would be the one to find him first.
It was surprising that it was Zoro pushing Sanji into a wall, fingers tangling in blond while the other hand held him still for the two years worth of deep kisses he had to give the man or else he’d explode.
“Noooo… let’s do this tomorrow…” Sanji nearly begged between frantic kisses.
“Fuck no.” Zoro had waited long enough. He ran a hand down the blond’s strong back aiming to grab the round firm ass as his prize.
“No!” And the cook kicked him away suddenly. Zoro stumbled back in irritated confusion..
“What the fuck, cook. Did you meet someone else or something?”
“NO! Well, yes, a whole island full of shitty someone elses. Fuck Iva. I passed their shitty tests and they still wouldn’t let me leave until I took something to remember them by. Fucking blackmail!”
Iva? Wasn’t that the okama queen Luffy had told them about? Now that he thought about it the cook had looked a little squirrelly when the name was mentioned.
“Oi cook, Where’ve you been for two years?” Zoro smirked.
The fierce blush and looking away was practically an invitation for the swordsman to swoop back into the danger zone and run his hands over Sanji’s body again.
He nearly gasped as his fingers felt them, the tiny lacey outline of something beneath the back slacks, barely covering his cook’s ass.
Better than any blackmail Nami had ever given.
He silently thanked the Okama queen as he kissed his man’s neck and reached for the cook’s belt.
words:300
pairing: Zoro/Sanji
rating: R (for language)
topic: Blackmail
Later after the reunion was official and everyone was back on the Sunny but before the ship floated down to Fishman island Zoro cornered him. It had been two years dammit and he had thought the pervert cook would be the one to find him first.
It was surprising that it was Zoro pushing Sanji into a wall, fingers tangling in blond while the other hand held him still for the two years worth of deep kisses he had to give the man or else he’d explode.
“Noooo… let’s do this tomorrow…” Sanji nearly begged between frantic kisses.
“Fuck no.” Zoro had waited long enough. He ran a hand down the blond’s strong back aiming to grab the round firm ass as his prize.
“No!” And the cook kicked him away suddenly. Zoro stumbled back in irritated confusion..
“What the fuck, cook. Did you meet someone else or something?”
“NO! Well, yes, a whole island full of shitty someone elses. Fuck Iva. I passed their shitty tests and they still wouldn’t let me leave until I took something to remember them by. Fucking blackmail!”
Iva? Wasn’t that the okama queen Luffy had told them about? Now that he thought about it the cook had looked a little squirrelly when the name was mentioned.
“Oi cook, Where’ve you been for two years?” Zoro smirked.
The fierce blush and looking away was practically an invitation for the swordsman to swoop back into the danger zone and run his hands over Sanji’s body again.
He nearly gasped as his fingers felt them, the tiny lacey outline of something beneath the back slacks, barely covering his cook’s ass.
Better than any blackmail Nami had ever given.
He silently thanked the Okama queen as he kissed his man’s neck and reached for the cook’s belt.