Title: Wardrobe Decisions
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro x Sanji
Prompt: 23-Choice
Word Count: 496
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: Takes place before/during the beginning (well, flashback) of Strong World, but doesn’t really spoil anything. I just had to write about those outfits. (Because that oversized shirt makes ZoSan canon in my head.)
Summary: Something borrowed, something new, and something…really gay.
Keeping a straddling grip on the swordsman’s waist, Sanji sat up and stretched, pleased with the way Zoro was watching him with a sated semi-smile. He smirked down at him in return and bent over backwards to retrieve his shirt. Zoro trailed his fingers down Sanji’s stomach and gave a quiet grunt of appreciation, and the moment was nice and afterglowy and-
“You bastard,” Sanji hissed, glaring at the shirt in his hands. A little ripped, buttons missing. “Another one!”
“Ah…” Zoro looked at it for a second, crossed his arms behind his head, and closed his eyes. “Sorry.”
“Like hell you are…”
Sanji climbed off and went over to his locker. He looked idly through his options with pursed lips before pausing and glancing at the locker beside his. “…The way I see it,” he said slowly, “you owe me.”
“What?”
Sanji closed his locker and opened Zoro’s. “Hm. Suddenly, my choices are grim.”
“Oi…” Zoro sat up, watched as Sanji pulled out a white sweater. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Sanji slipped it on and hoped it wasn’t completely obvious that he was feeling all warm and fuzzy just from wearing the other man’s clothing. “Not bad,” he said. “A bit big, though.”
“That’s because you’re so-”
“Svelte.” He found a tie from his own locker to complete the ensemble, and Zoro was suddenly right there behind him, tugging the collar aside just enough so he could nibble on Sanji’s shoulder.
“I like it on you. You look-”
[--]
“-really gay.”
“What are you talking about?”
Zoro finished pulling on his boots and looked pointedly at Sanji’s outfit. “You do know you’re not a cowboy, don’t you?”
Sanji reached up, lightly touched the brim of his hat, and frowned. “It’s an adventure outfit.”
“It’s a flamingly gay outfit.”
“Shut up.” He put his hands in his pocket, felt something he’d almost forgotten about. “And c’mere.
“Why?” Zoro asked, even while he did as he was told.
“I bought you something a while ago.”
“If you’re proposing to me, you have to get down on your knee.”
“…”
“I’m kidding. You can do it standing up if you want, I’ll still-”
“I got you a bandana.”
“Ah.” Unfazed, Zoro looked at the black one on his arm. “You got a problem with this one?”
“I just think you need more color,” Sanji said, taking the bandana out of his pocket. “So, here.”
“Are those flowers?” Zoro narrowed his eyes at the proffered cloth. “If I don’t wear it, I’ll hurt your feelings, won’t I?”
“No,” Sanji lied. “But if you do, I might let you fuck me later.”
“You said ‘might’. I’m not falling for that.” He took the bandana, anyway. Sighing, he took the one off his arm and tied the new one around his head.
Somehow, Sanji managed not to laugh out loud. He kissed him instead.
“I like it on you.”