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Title: Magic Hands
Rating: G
Word Count: 207
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Topic: Service
A/N: It's taken me awhile to catch a good plot bunny for OP but I finally got one for this topic.


Zoro let out one last groan as Sanji finished up from behind him. Said cook walked around to face what was now a big pile of Zoro goo.

Sanji lit up a fresh cigarette, “That’s gonna be 1500 beli marimo.”

The goo frowned, “Wait... What?!”

“1500 beli. Now.”

“I thought you were doing me a favour asshole!”

“No I was doing you a service. People get paid for their services.”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t even that good.”

One comical eyebrow lifted, “Really? Then I guess it wasn’t you moaning and groaning, begging me not to stop?”

“I wasn’t begging...” the swordsman whined.

‘Sure coulda fooled me, now pay up.” Sanji thrust his hand in front of Zoro.

The moss-headed man scowled at the aforementioned hand that, none ten minutes ago, gave him the best pleasure he’d felt in weeks. Sighing he started to fish out wadded pieces paper from his Haramaki, “Fine. But don’t go telling Nami or she’ll charge some stupid ‘recreational fee’ or some shit like that.”

Sanji grinned as he counted the bills, “Deal, and hey maybe next time I’ll give you half off.”

“Like hell!” Zoro screamed after the laughing cook.

This was definitely the last time Zoro ever asked Sanji for a massage.