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moe81Title: Worth Choking For
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Sanji watched with mild disinterest as the moss-head shoved cherry after cherry into his gaping maw. Honestly, if Sanji hadn’t seen the little pile of stones on the plate (at least the idiot had learned his lesson), he would have thought the moron was swallowing them whole. Serve him right if he choked.
A thump on the table and he raised an eyebrow, as a tanned hand grabbed at thick neck and the other proceeded to beat against a wide chest. Maybe Sanji’s powers of persuasion were growing.
Green eyes flew to his. He smirked and anger flared, obscuring all emotion from the current predicament. Sanji wasn’t worried anyway. If the cabbage-brain could pick a fight with him while in the midst of possible death, then it probably didn’t hold life-threatening appeal. Probably.
He kept an eye on the marimo’s colour as he stepped closer, pausing for a moment to douse his cigarette. Brown gave way to an interesting shade of purple, then slowly turned to ashen grey.
He stepped up behind Zoro and he could hear the slight wheeze with every breath that was taken. His arms slowly wound around muscled torso, his fingers dancing lightly over cloth covered ribs and abs. A hitched breath and a higher-pitched wheeze worked its way out. Sanji grinned harder.
He slipped a leg between strong thighs and tightened his arms, hands clasping in the middle. He yanked back.
There was a garbled noise, followed by enthusiastic coughing and Sanji thought he heard a splat somewhere near the cupboards. Idiot may have a set of impressive lungs on him, but he was still getting his ass kicked for messing up the kitchen.
Apparently the coughing wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon. In fact it was getting downright ridiculous. Sanji took it upon himself to remedy that.
“The great Roronoa Zoro… outdone by a fruit.”
An extremely vocal inhalation and Zoro turned to glare at him. “Asshole!”
Zoro reached out to choke him, a foot catching behind one of his. In a mass of flailing arms they fell to the ground, air whooshing out as an elbow was jabbed into his stomach. Sanji laughed breathlessly as the hands around his neck tightened and he brought his head up to plant his mouth against Zoro’s. The marimo faltered, sending Sanji into another fit of laughter.
“Guess you’re still being outdone by a fruit.” Creative swears could be heard coming from the galley.
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