Time for some Halloween!
Title: Yes, my master
Character(s): Zoro/Sanji
Words: 1058
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: One Piece belongs to Oda-sensei, and this whole project is inspired by sybile
A/N: The seventh installment in my and greensan 's breakdance AU.
Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five. Part six. (Holy shit, and all this ingreensan less than a week!)
Zoro looked around the grand hall when he entered, and smirked. It was a decent part after all. Seemed like the idiot knew more that how to dance. Almost everybody was dressed in various outfits, some scarier than others. From were he stood at the top of the stairs he could see a few of his friends mingling; Nami in the corner, close to the drinks, dressed ('how very fitting', Zoro thought for himself) as a witch and Luffy not far from her in his favorite Pirate costume he seemed to reuse every time it was an dress-up occasion like Halloween, although Zoro never had the heart to tell him how out of place the battered straw hat looked.
Closer to him was Ace who was wearing a police uniform, but when he looked closer it didn't seem like it was one you could buy in a costume store plus it was too big both over the shoulders and in the waist. Then he remembered the photos he'd found on the brat's cell phone and grinned. Seemed like it was payback time...
He saw how people looked, if not even stared at him when he transcended the stairs, but he couldn't help that they liked what they saw. When Sanji had said werewolf, he guessed the blond had been thinking of a hairy wolf creature, but that wouldn't be any fun.
It had been easy to find an old shirt he could dispose of, and a pair of old jeans to go along with the newly torn shirt. Usopp was in theater school so it had been a piece of cake for him to mix up some open wounds that looked real even to Zoro, and they went nice with the big scar that stretched over his chest. The final touch was a thick leather dog collar with a few links of a rusty chain attached to them.
He poked two fingers into Ace's back and whispered, 'Hands up!' to a suddenly startled teen. Ace spun around, a strange blush covering his face. When his brown eyes met Zoro's black the gaze was filled with disappointment for a half second before he pouted and boxed Zoro's upper arm.
“Man, I hate you!”, he muttered and took another sip of his beer. Zoro nodded and eyed the uniform the raven was dressed in. It even had the badge and the sticker frpm Grand Line Police Yupp, that was real alright... He pinched the waste fabric that hung out from around Ace's thin waist.
“You thought I was someone else?”, he laughed as the blush continued spread over the freckles.
“Oh, do shut up.”
“When am I going to meet this guy?”, Zoro smirked and snapped a picture of a blushing police Ace on his cell phone. You could never have enough black mail material.
Glaring, Ace shifted his focus from Zoro to a certain vampire that was flirting with a girl that probably was supposed to look like Bella from Twilight.
“Well, let's make it a double date then...”
Looking over his shoulder, Zoro saw what had caught Ace's attention and quirked an eye brow before he nodded slowly. His had searched its way up into his hair and ruffled the already undone hair before he turned around and started walking towards his goal.
“But you have to agree that Jacob is sooo much hotter than Edward!”, a high pitched voice bordering to whiny tried to convince Sanji, who only nodded and acted as polite as a gentleman should. The blond hair was drawn into a back slick and his outfit was the classical vampire clothing with white shirt and black cape with a high collar but he couldn't see much more with Sanji's back turned against him.
He grabbed two beers from the table and sneaked up from behind and rested his chin against Sanji's shoulder, his chain rattling.
“Your drink, master~”, he purred as good as he could without bursting out in laughter. At least it worked, since said man jumped almost a meter up in the air and spun around in the same heart beat. Smiling, Zoro looked straight into a blue eye surrounded by dark eyeliner. Wow, the costume really did fit him. And he had the feeling that Sanji's thoughts were circling around pretty much the same thing, the blond eying him from top to feet and back up again.
“Eh, excuse me?” The Bella looked over Sanji's shoulder.
“I am sorry, madam...”, Zoro bowed his head slightly, “but my master and I have some business we have to attend.” He finished it off with a suggestion smile and grabbed Sanji's shirt sleeve before his brain even had a chance to react. With a dumfounded Sanji after him he left a equally dumbfounded Bella.
“Waaaah! What the hell are you doing!?” Sanji startled and retook the ownership of his sleeve. “You can't just do that!”
“Oh, I thought this is want you wanted?”, Zoro asked, curious to what the blond was up to. He took the loose chain in his hand and twisted it around his finger. “I thought you wanted me like this? Maybe I was wrong?”
“It's... It's not... that... You... You look awesome, okay. But still you can't just...”, Sanji stuttered.
“I do look good, and so do you.” Suddenly, Zoro's hands were on Sanji's shirt again, grabbing it and spinning the two of them against the wall behind Zoro. “So why don't we do something more about this, neh, master?”
With one hand on the wall, supporting his weight and the other one resting on the joint between Sanji's shoulder and throat, Zoro rested his forehead against Sanji's. Maybe he shouldn't have done this, but damn it, he the smooth skin was too good to touch to let go of.
Sanji strained his neck to get on the same eye level as Zoro, the sky colored eyes surrounded by soft darkness looking into his own. They were filled with emotions, but Zoro's own want for the other man made them hard to distinguish. Was the blond feeling the same way, or what was hiding behind those blue eyes?
Then the smirk that was plastered on his own mouth was copied over to Sanji's face, and Zoro heard the rattling when the blond grabbed the chain hanging around his neck and gave it a gentle tug. Following the lean fingers movement, Zoro dug his face into his neck. The smell he was met by was intoxicating, and he wanted nothing more that to press his lips against the milky white skin.
The hand not holding his chain found its way into his messy hair, caressing his scalp. When Sanji spoke, he could feel the vibrations in his throat his voice caused against his cheek.
“Zoro... I want...”
Suddenly, the whole world went white.
“And here they are! The winners of this party's costume contest! Congratulations!”
Zoro looked around, and stared straight at Shanks who stood waving on the podium. He and Sanji was being lit up by a huge spotlight, and the whole party was clapping their hands. Zoro could feel his cheeks fire up and he was betting Sanji looked somewhat the same. He would kill Shanks for this, that bastard. He had been so close, they had been so freaking close! And Shanks continued to laugh into his microphone.
“Ain't they a perfect characterization of their costumes? Give it away for Zoro and Sanji, ladies and gentlemen.”
Deep down in his throat, Zoro growled.
Part eight by greensan