A fic of dusty proportions~
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moe81Title: Flash Point
Rating: PG
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Prompt: Dust
Summary: A glimpse of something interesting.
"Fuck!" Pans clanged into the sink and startled Zoro from his nap on the galley couch. He stared blearily at the cursing form of the cook. "Shitty fuck!"
Pale hands flailed for several seconds before reaching out to slam a tap on and Sanji ducked his head under the water. Zoro blinked at the display. It was the muffled curses that drove Zoro to the cook's side.
"Oi, cook?" Sanji's tilted his head towards him and Zoro couldn't help snorting at the image of a drowned cook and his dripping fringe.
"Fuck off."
Zoro smirked and refrained from rolling his eyes, turning the blond to face him. Sanji had his eye squeezed shut and Zoro was stunned when a tear fell over a pale cheek.
"Sanji?"
The cook twitched under Zoro's hand at the sound of his name and he cracked his eyelid open. A reddened eyeball stared back. "It's nothing, marimo. Just something in my eye and it fucking hurts."
Zoro refused to admit that he felt a sense of relief over something so stupid. "Dumbass. Let me see." Sanji, surprisingly, gave in without a protest and turned his head up for Zoro. Zoro held Sanji's jaw between his fingers and peered steadily into the blue iris.
He felt himself suddenly being pulled forward and he was yanked into a tumultuous swirl of colours before the world righted itself upside down in his brain.
Their sparring is exhilarating, feet and blades moving faster than anyone could follow; smirks and chuckles flowing freely between them with each connected hit. They eventually came to an impasse, leaning into each other, their smirks fading to satisfied grins.
Zoro steps onto the Sunny, bruised and bloody and repressing his emotions. Sanji stares at him and he knows the answer before he even finishes thinking about it. Apparently so does their Captain as Luffy cheers and knocks Zoro over in his enthusiastic hugging. They look at each other and Zoro has never grinned so hard before. He's finally the strongest but then there was never any doubt that he would be.
The crew parties well into the night and the following day, Usopp singing about the new Pirate King and they swear they can hear cheering from far away islands. Zoro finally drags a drunken Sanji away from the festivities and shoves him against a building wall. Sanji falls silent for several beats and then there's tearing clothes, groping hands, hot mouths and slick tongues. They create their own personal memories of Raftel.
Sanji stares at his reflection and frowns at the lighter colour of his hair, wondering if there is any way to hide what is so obviously gray. Zoro comes up behind him and raises an eyebrow. The insult on Sanji's lips is swallowed when Zoro runs a hand through blond hair, kisses him lightly on the temple and wishes him a happy birthday.
Zoro strips his shirt off just to see the hunger rise in Sanji's gaze. He grins and dives off the side of the ship to search for dinner. A small school of fish swims past him and he gives them a curious glance. Not a few seconds later something bigger glides past his feet and he stares at it. He's not knowledgeable about marine life but being with Sanji has given him some clue. That fish shouldn't be here. He shoots back to the surface, knowing he'll find the cook waiting for him. Sanji gives him a look and he pauses in the act of raising his cigarette before diving off the railing, completely clothed. It's not long before he's back up, shouting in unabashed glee. All blue is directly beneath them.
Zoro lays on his side, head in hand and stares at the lean form of his partner. Sanji narrows his eyes at the look. Zoro can't help but grin back before he reaches a hand out and traces the lines around blue eyes. Sanji bats the hand away and slides his fingers through pale green hair - Zoro had never turned gray with age - and pulls Zoro down to him, sealing their mouths together.
Sanji's voice cut in and Zoro jerked back to reality with a start. He could feel Sanji's gaze drilling into him. "Well? Did you see anything?"
Zoro shook his head slowly, mind still reeling from the visions. "Not really." He turned and walked dazedly out of the room, leaving behind an extremely confused cook.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Prompt: Dust
Summary: A glimpse of something interesting.
"Fuck!" Pans clanged into the sink and startled Zoro from his nap on the galley couch. He stared blearily at the cursing form of the cook. "Shitty fuck!"
Pale hands flailed for several seconds before reaching out to slam a tap on and Sanji ducked his head under the water. Zoro blinked at the display. It was the muffled curses that drove Zoro to the cook's side.
"Oi, cook?" Sanji's tilted his head towards him and Zoro couldn't help snorting at the image of a drowned cook and his dripping fringe.
"Fuck off."
Zoro smirked and refrained from rolling his eyes, turning the blond to face him. Sanji had his eye squeezed shut and Zoro was stunned when a tear fell over a pale cheek.
"Sanji?"
The cook twitched under Zoro's hand at the sound of his name and he cracked his eyelid open. A reddened eyeball stared back. "It's nothing, marimo. Just something in my eye and it fucking hurts."
Zoro refused to admit that he felt a sense of relief over something so stupid. "Dumbass. Let me see." Sanji, surprisingly, gave in without a protest and turned his head up for Zoro. Zoro held Sanji's jaw between his fingers and peered steadily into the blue iris.
He felt himself suddenly being pulled forward and he was yanked into a tumultuous swirl of colours before the world righted itself upside down in his brain.
Their sparring is exhilarating, feet and blades moving faster than anyone could follow; smirks and chuckles flowing freely between them with each connected hit. They eventually came to an impasse, leaning into each other, their smirks fading to satisfied grins.
Zoro steps onto the Sunny, bruised and bloody and repressing his emotions. Sanji stares at him and he knows the answer before he even finishes thinking about it. Apparently so does their Captain as Luffy cheers and knocks Zoro over in his enthusiastic hugging. They look at each other and Zoro has never grinned so hard before. He's finally the strongest but then there was never any doubt that he would be.
The crew parties well into the night and the following day, Usopp singing about the new Pirate King and they swear they can hear cheering from far away islands. Zoro finally drags a drunken Sanji away from the festivities and shoves him against a building wall. Sanji falls silent for several beats and then there's tearing clothes, groping hands, hot mouths and slick tongues. They create their own personal memories of Raftel.
Sanji stares at his reflection and frowns at the lighter colour of his hair, wondering if there is any way to hide what is so obviously gray. Zoro comes up behind him and raises an eyebrow. The insult on Sanji's lips is swallowed when Zoro runs a hand through blond hair, kisses him lightly on the temple and wishes him a happy birthday.
Zoro strips his shirt off just to see the hunger rise in Sanji's gaze. He grins and dives off the side of the ship to search for dinner. A small school of fish swims past him and he gives them a curious glance. Not a few seconds later something bigger glides past his feet and he stares at it. He's not knowledgeable about marine life but being with Sanji has given him some clue. That fish shouldn't be here. He shoots back to the surface, knowing he'll find the cook waiting for him. Sanji gives him a look and he pauses in the act of raising his cigarette before diving off the railing, completely clothed. It's not long before he's back up, shouting in unabashed glee. All blue is directly beneath them.
Zoro lays on his side, head in hand and stares at the lean form of his partner. Sanji narrows his eyes at the look. Zoro can't help but grin back before he reaches a hand out and traces the lines around blue eyes. Sanji bats the hand away and slides his fingers through pale green hair - Zoro had never turned gray with age - and pulls Zoro down to him, sealing their mouths together.
Sanji's voice cut in and Zoro jerked back to reality with a start. He could feel Sanji's gaze drilling into him. "Well? Did you see anything?"
Zoro shook his head slowly, mind still reeling from the visions. "Not really." He turned and walked dazedly out of the room, leaving behind an extremely confused cook.
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