moe81 | Fic: Unconscious Calling

Title: Unconscious Calling
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
A/N: Was watching Syb draw ~this~ and words came to mind. And then apparently it needed a ~follow up pretty~ *FLAILS SO HARD*

Sanji's eyes fluttered open, bringing with it a vision of grey stone, more grey stone and a line of green trees on the distant horizon. He rolled his head to the side, glancing back through the doorway and started at finding Zoro leaning on the frame, arms crossed.

He stared incredulously at the upright, and conscious, swordsman. "Marimo?" Maybe he was hallucinating, although why couldn't he hallucinate a lady of radiance and beauty instead.

"Shit cook. The hell are you doing?"

“Me?" Sanji was sure his expression reflected utter dumbfoundedness. "You should be lying down and not bleeding and where are your bandages, you dumbass? Chopper is gonna have your head on a platter and your ass in a sling."

A singular eyebrow was raised at him. "I come to say hi and you wanna lay me out on the sick bed instead? That's a nice thing that is." Zoro's lips twitched upwards in a smirk.

"You're a dumbass, dumbass." Sanji patted down his pockets in search of a cigarette, and failing to locate any, stood and made his way to the green-haired idiot.

Zoro didn't move as Sanji stepped up to him and reached a hand out to a broad shoulder, hesitating. "Seriously, marimo, go back and rest." His hand shifted and, for the life of him he would never be able to figure out just what it was he could have possibly been thinking, it came to rest gently on Zoro's cheek.

The lips twitched again and Zoro leaned further into his palm and - did he just nuzzle it?

Gold eyes held his gaze and the silence around them thickened, became headier and Sanji struggled to draw a breath.

"Shouldn't be long, curlicue."

Sanji blinked at him in confusion. "Wha-?"

"Sanji." He stared at Zoro's unmoving mouth.

"Sanji." Dry lips pressed into his hand and Zoro smirked at him again.

"Sanji!" His eyes flew open and he bolted upright, smacking his head into someone's chin. A pained groan reached his ears.

"Next time I think I'll poke you with a stick. A long one. " Usopp cradled his abused face in his hand.

Sanji's gaze snapped to the doorway only to find it empty. His confusion tripped over itself and landed in a metaphorical heap at his feet.

"Luffy is looking for you. Should I tell him you're planning to rejoin the living?"

Sanji muttered a distracted affirmative. "Oi, Usopp. Where's the shitty marimo?"

The sniper gave him a long look, long enough for him to start fidgeting. "Same place he's been since you brought him back."

And now his confusion turned into a puddle of nonsense. "Right. Of course he his," adding, "Dumbass," for good measure.

He barely noticed Usopp leaving his side. He patted down his pockets in search of a cigarette, located one and promptly stuck it between his lips. He stilled when he recalled he hadn't had any when he'd spoken... to... Zoro.

Ignoring the protestations from his body at the sudden movement, he hurried inside - sliding past the crowd in the throws of cheers and celebrations - and made his way to Zoro's side.

Just how he'd left him earlier; bandaged and looking like hell. Sanji's hand moved of its own accord and his thumb brushed over Zoro's mouth. At the contact, his palm - where Zoro had kissed him, the bastard - began to tingle. He drew back slowly, his confusion not lessening in the slightest. He stared at the prone body and decided that with everything he'd encountered on this voyage, someone wandering into his mind wasn't entirely impossible.

"Not long, huh?" His hand hovered over Zoro's, fingertips just shy of touching. "Better be right, idiot. I need to kick your ass."