moe81 | (no subject)

Title: The definition of what?

Rating: PG

Pairing: tilt to Zoro/Sanji

Topic: Alternative (Lifestyle)

Words: 177

His shorts were riding up again into a place that nothing should ever venture. Could these even be called shorts? Nothing more than a scrap of material to cover, well…nothing.

Zoro glowered at the asshole beside him and did he really think that he was fooling anyone? Zoro wasn’t too sure what was being fooled but he was sure it was something retardedly simple.

Silver chains and black mesh stood stark against white skin, sweat creating sheen on lean muscle and there really was no reason for Zoro to stare so much. He blinked. Che. Bastard could have passed for a girl… if it wasn’t for the shorts. The really…tight…short…shorts. Shit.

Heat flamed in Zoro’s cheeks and he flinched, turning his eyes away. The cheering, writhing mass around him just set his teeth on edge even further.

Damn the witch for landing them on a damn island where damn parades were the damn norm. The shit-cook was going to pay dearly for getting them into this shitty carnival and what the hell was a Mardi Gras anyway?