Counterfeit

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Title: Counterfeit

Rating: PG +
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Topic: Mistaken identity
Words: 297

Zoro quickened his pace, he didn’t want to be late.

The contrast between external light and the dark storeroom destabilized him for a moment but he quickly spotted the elegant blonde who pretended to be busy in the far end of the room.

“Oi! ‘ve you been waiting for long ?”

“What the fuck does it matters? Give me a hand instead of asking stupid questions!”

He really took his role as grumpy at heart.

Zoro admired for a few seconds the endless legs of the man he could see from behind, leaning over an open crate. It was still hard to believe that his dream had come true, that he no longer had to be content with feverish fantasies, waking at night, drenched in sweat with a huge hard-on. While the situation remained risky he could now caress the sharp-tempered cook’s flawless skin without fear.

He approached him quietly, slid a hand into the mass of blond hair and laid the other on his lower back before whispering in his ear.

“You’re aware that when you strike provocative poses like this, it drives me wild, so stop being foolish and spread your legs, cook.”

Zoro felt the blonde’s body stiffen when he slipped his hand under his pants, to lightly caress the slit between his buttocks.

“Take it easy, I’m already about to explode. I want to hear you moan my name and beg me to do you again.” He continued.

“Zoro?” came of voice from behind.

Said man’s heart skipped a beat and he froze. This was turning into a nightmare. He closed his eyes whishing he could wake up in his hammock. He removed his hands and straightened up. Facing two blondes.

“Am I late?”

“Yes you are. Bon Clay.”