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Title: Say it like you mean it
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro ...sort of, kinda
Words: 300
Topic: Three Little Words

"It's three words. Are they really that hard to say?" Sanji glowered at the reflection of the green haired idiot in the window.

"You're a moron."

Sanji spun and lashed out, pan held perfectly balanced, and his foot connected with Zoro's sternum, leaving the other man gasping for air. When Zoro righted himself, red faced and pissed, Sanji glared at him and snarled. "Kiss my ass, shit head."

He wasn't too sure what happened next, but suddenly there were big hands spanning his naked hips and a tongue leaving a wet trail over his butt. Zoro stared up at him, smug grin in place. "Better?"

Sanji ratcheted his knee up and into the marimo's face. A dull crunch sounded in the room and blood streamed from Zoro's nose, turning the pristine floor into a small lake of red.

"I said "Kiss my ass", not lick it and what the fuck was that about? Do you normally take what people say literally?" Sanji's eyes widened at the thought and he zipped his pants. "I don't even want to contemplate where your mouth has been. That's disgusting."

"And you call me the idiot." Zoro sounded like he had a bad cold... or a broken nose.

Sanji slammed the pan back on the stove. "What-?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Because some idiot likes to get himself nearly dead on a regular basis and honestly," he let out a weary sigh, "it would make me feel better."

Silence prevailed in the galley, broken only the drip drip of blood hitting the floor.

"You're my nakama."

Sanji felt his shoulders drop, tension leaving in a rush. He threw a towel at Zoro's face before returning to his cooking. He could feel eyes boring into the back of his skull, questioning.

"You're messing up my floor."