moe81 | Can has fic~

Title: Over and Out
Rating: PG ~~(Is that high enough for violent fluff?)~~
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji ~~(Seriously. This is their foreplay.)~~
A/N: This particular fic owes itself to Syb's mind~
(Also, there's a reason they're fighting... a really good reason...a reason that I don't know but I'm sure Sanji is right~)

Sanji calmly lit another cigarette and smirked at him, daring Zoro to prove him wrong. Zoro narrowed his eyes at the challenge and his hands reached out to grip Sanji’s collar, completely forgoing his swords and dragging the cook over the table. Glasses and plates scattered everywhere, shattering in a discordant chime as they hit the ground. Liquor spilled over the boards, permeating the air and making the entire room smell like a brewery.

He growled into the blond’s face and long legs lashed out at his head. He swung them both around, pulling Sanji off balance and causing a storm of curse words. A foot struck out at his knee and he swore as it contacted. The blond blew smoke directly into his face and sneered at him. Long fingers wrapped around one of his wrists and dug in.

He tugged on the material in his hands and heard seams give under the pressure. Sanji shouted in indignation and kicked a foot behind his knee, sending Zoro stumbling around the blond and to the side, tearing the shirt further. Obscenities and yells about a lot of money and the best material and Zoro tried to yank the cook closer. Sanji was having none of that and sent him flying over the bar.

Hard leather could clearly be heard tapping against wood and with several not-so-pained-that-didn't-hurt-at-all grunts, Zoro pulled himself back over and jumped at the cook. Sanji spun into a back-kick, foot aimed at Zoro’s head and Zoro turned in mid-air, his arm lashing out to catch Sanji across the chest. Sanji ducked and it missed, clipping the blond across the head and sending the cook reeling.

In a move of utter grace, Sanji tripped over an abandoned chair and went spiralling back to fall against a window. Somewhere along the way Sanji had lost his cigarette and his lips twisted into a smirk, taunting Zoro. There was a smart remark about the little swordsman who needed his blades to make it a fair fight and Zoro launched himself over a fallen table, growling and snarling at the blond.

His hands stretched out, flattening against Sanji’s chest and he slammed the cook back into the window with a grunt. Toes caught him under the ribs and he grunted, doubling over. Sanji flipped their positions, pinning him to the wall with a foot at his shoulder.

His hand skidded over bared flesh and clenched at the bottom half of the shirt. Blue fire flashed at him and Zoro had the odd thought that the cook reminded him of a rather pissed off cat. He chuckled and pulled the blond as close as he could. Startled at the movement, the blond let his foot slide down Zoro’s side and hit the ground. Zoro’s actions were received with extreme prejudice and he blocked the knee aimed low before it connected with his groin.

The grappling was getting out of hand and Zoro had a point to prove… if he could remember what it was.

Hands on narrow shoulders, he threw Sanji to the side attempting to flip him into the wall again. Instead the lean body found a window and with the impact and the weight behind him, the glass shattered. It flew outward, raining down in a twinkling display and covering the sidewalk.

There were several screams from passersby and a lot of cursing from the cook who was hanging on to the edge of the broken frame, splintered wood embedding into his palms. Zoro watched the other man struggle to regain his balance, feet flailing just above the ground while trying to find purchase on it. Pissed off cat, indeed.

Being the good nakama that he was, Zoro leaned over the blond and wrapped his hands around the skinny arms, muscle shifting and tensing at the hold, and he moved to pull him up. His lower body pressed Sanji a little harder into the window sill and the cook cursed at him.

Legs struck out trying to twist and kick Zoro in the head. A foot connected with his lower back and he was sent sprawling over Sanji’s body. He slid, chest across chest, and tumbled over the cook to land on his ass outside.

There was a roar of obscenities above him and he grabbed at Sanji, detaching the blond from the remains of the window and dragging him out as well. He used what leverage he had and flung him into the street to land face first in a muddy puddle. The cook sputtered and struggled to rip the last of his shirt off, pitching the sodden material at Zoro’s face.

Zoro snorted. Sanji glared at him.

His adrenaline faded away and the fight had left him feeling a little mellow and that meant a well-deserved drink was in order. Even if he did have to share with a pissy shit-head who took himself way too seriously.