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This is a follow up of
this. I originally planned on making this a longer story and wrote some but never finished it. Maybe if the spare time fairy visits me, I will.

Title: Double Edged Victory
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Word count: 300
Rating: PG 13
Topic: Sanji wins!



"I give," Sanji murmured in Zoro's ear.

Zoro twisted his head around, looking at Sanji in disbelief. "You mean you’re going to do it?”

Blue eyes closed as Sanji let out a defeated sigh. "Whatever. Let's go."

Ignoring the feeling that something was amiss, Zoro let a sneer break onto his face. "Miss my hands on you that much aho-cook?"

"Just walk," snapped Sanji.


The Cargo hold was dark, and Sanji searched around a stack of crates before producing a long rope, which he examined for several minutes. "I don't know. It's pretty rough. It could fuck up my wrists."

"That's ridiculous." snapped Zoro, cock already throbbing between his legs.

Sanji's eyes narrowed, and a familiar, contrary nature reared it's head. "Prove it," the cook snapped back.

Zoro stared at the cook. After waiting so long, and being this close, desperate times called for desperate measures. "Fine. I will." Zoro snarled.

Sanji let him pull it out of his hands, waiting until the swordsman actually began trying to tie his wrists before reaching over to help.

"I don't think even I’d get out of that," Sanji said as he stepped back. "Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Good." The smile on the blonde's face was triumphant. He reached over to untuck the haramaki, making Zoro's pants slid down to his mid calves. Then he turned to leave.

"Oi, hey, what- you said you'd do it!" Zoro roared.

"I did.“

“Well?!”

“I didn't say when." Sanji slipped out the door. He couldn’t help wondering whether Zoro would suck it up and wait for him to come back, or would call for help leaving some unsuspecting nakama to find him with his pants around his waist.

A smile ghosted around the corner of Sanji’s mouth. No. He’d still be there when he got back.