onepieceyaoi100 | a night of too much uke-zoro japanese fanart

Title: Uke-Uke No...
Pairing: SZ
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300

"What were you *thinking*?" Nami demanded. "And where did you get the *money*?!"

"It was cheap!" Usopp defended. The crew was gathered around the dining table where there sat a large, odd fruit which Usopp and Chopper had together purchased at the local port. Usopp slipped into a convincing narrative, "You see, it's a dud Akuma no Mi, containing an unimpressive power. The shop keeper said it would make the user completely irrisistable to any seme." He paused, frowning only slightly. "I'm not sure what that means."

"We got it for fifty belli!" Chopper piped up, achieved.

"Sugei~~!"

It was then that Zoro decided to elbow his way into the galley from his afternoon workout. "Oh good -- I'm starved."

The rest of the crew started to protest but without another word, Zoro had already taken a hearty bite of the fruit.

"Asshole!" Sanji snarled, snatching up a fistful of Zoro's shirt. Too late -- he'd already swallowed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Zoro's lip curled, ready to retort but he paused, blinking for a moment before placing his hands on Sanji's chest, half-heartedly pushing him away. "Kuso-cook..." the swordsman spoke in a voice that was no tone that had ever come from Zoro's mouth and which certainly didn't carry malice. If anything it was a kind of husky whine. His gaze met Sanji's in a soft, petulant glare but his cheeks burned gently pink. "Let go..."

Sanji's pale skin turned a good dozen shades of red and Nami swore his eyebrow curled tighter.

For a long moment, horrified silence filled the room.

But then Sanji was grabbing a firm hold of a fist full of haramaki, dragging the unprotesting Zoro toward the door. "We'll be back in a minute," the cook called and the door slammed.