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onepieceyaoi100Title: Sun Appreciation Day
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Rating: BAZ (Bare-a**ed-Zoro, well, not completely, but maybe later...)
Topic: Restrained Sanji
Word Count: 300
Omake Word Count: 101
"Could you...stop doing that?"
Zoro's ear twitched as he heard the smokers drawl drift out of the galley and into his personal space.
"Not doing anything."
There's blessed silence for a while, then the soft step of leather, before his sun is blocked.
"If I wanted a sunshade, cook, I would have stolen the witches umbrella."
A breath of smoke, smooth, but not relaxed.
"It's called a parasol you uncultured behemoth. Can you stop...doing that?"
He looks up, irritation knitting his brows as he glares at his unwelcome sunshade.
"I'm going to say this slowly, because you missed it the last ti-" A snort of distaste interrupts him, he continues anyway. "I'm. Not. Doing. Anything."
"You aren't?"
A curled eyebrow raises, but from the little of the cooks face he can see that isn't obscured by the bright sunlight behind him, Zoro can just make out an expression he's seen rarely before.
"I'm not." He affirms, shifting to regain some comfort, despite the present company.
A few moments later the cook moves, which, Zoro thinks at the back of his mind, is unusually compliant.
He basks for a few moments, letting the heat seep into his muscles and relaxes. Then he notices that he still has an audience of one.
"What?"
When the cooks suit jacket falls neatly over his bare chest his eyes snap open to confront the man beside him.
"What the hell cook."
"Quit forgetting that shit-swordman."
What the- Crosses him mind, his jaw working, trying to respond to the chef, but all he can do is watch the other man hunch his shoulders against something and stalk quietly back into his galley.
He thumbs the jacket absently, noticing it's one of Sanji's finer suit pieces.
Oh! Oh...
Zoro grins slightly, almost tempted to discard the jacket and sprawl himself in full view of the galley window. Then decides, maybe he won't, after all, he's 'not doing anything'.
Omake
Sanji steps into the galley and looks out the port hole. The idiots kept the jacket on.
Good, maybe he can get lunch done, bloody marimo.
Bloody bare-arsed marimo on display, nipples out and everything. He damn near cut off a finger when he saw that sprawled on the lawn. There's only so much a man can take in one hour, let alone a day, especially with the girls on display to get his blood up so early, now the bloody marimo was conspiring against him.
He wasn't going to give in dammit, even if he was going to-
-wait.
Was Zoro taking off his pants?!
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Rating: BAZ (Bare-a**ed-Zoro, well, not completely, but maybe later...)
Topic: Restrained Sanji
Word Count: 300
Omake Word Count: 101
"Could you...stop doing that?"
Zoro's ear twitched as he heard the smokers drawl drift out of the galley and into his personal space.
"Not doing anything."
There's blessed silence for a while, then the soft step of leather, before his sun is blocked.
"If I wanted a sunshade, cook, I would have stolen the witches umbrella."
A breath of smoke, smooth, but not relaxed.
"It's called a parasol you uncultured behemoth. Can you stop...doing that?"
He looks up, irritation knitting his brows as he glares at his unwelcome sunshade.
"I'm going to say this slowly, because you missed it the last ti-" A snort of distaste interrupts him, he continues anyway. "I'm. Not. Doing. Anything."
"You aren't?"
A curled eyebrow raises, but from the little of the cooks face he can see that isn't obscured by the bright sunlight behind him, Zoro can just make out an expression he's seen rarely before.
"I'm not." He affirms, shifting to regain some comfort, despite the present company.
A few moments later the cook moves, which, Zoro thinks at the back of his mind, is unusually compliant.
He basks for a few moments, letting the heat seep into his muscles and relaxes. Then he notices that he still has an audience of one.
"What?"
When the cooks suit jacket falls neatly over his bare chest his eyes snap open to confront the man beside him.
"What the hell cook."
"Quit forgetting that shit-swordman."
What the- Crosses him mind, his jaw working, trying to respond to the chef, but all he can do is watch the other man hunch his shoulders against something and stalk quietly back into his galley.
He thumbs the jacket absently, noticing it's one of Sanji's finer suit pieces.
Oh! Oh...
Zoro grins slightly, almost tempted to discard the jacket and sprawl himself in full view of the galley window. Then decides, maybe he won't, after all, he's 'not doing anything'.
Omake
Sanji steps into the galley and looks out the port hole. The idiots kept the jacket on.
Good, maybe he can get lunch done, bloody marimo.
Bloody bare-arsed marimo on display, nipples out and everything. He damn near cut off a finger when he saw that sprawled on the lawn. There's only so much a man can take in one hour, let alone a day, especially with the girls on display to get his blood up so early, now the bloody marimo was conspiring against him.
He wasn't going to give in dammit, even if he was going to-
-wait.
Was Zoro taking off his pants?!
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Date: 2008-11-22 03:03 pm (UTC)Damn you Zoro! No food for you, you big distraction you!
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Date: 2008-11-22 03:29 pm (UTC)Well duh, Sanji! How else would he get that sexy all-over tan?
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Date: 2008-11-22 06:12 pm (UTC)This is fantastic!
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Date: 2008-11-23 05:06 am (UTC)I wonder if this will prompt Sanji to give his pants up to Zoro? *Is hoping*no subject
Date: 2008-11-24 07:06 am (UTC)So Zoro will then discard all his clothing in an attempt to get a rise out of Sanji and Sanji will then remove all his clothes in an attempt to get Zoro to put some clothes on.