Disclaimer: how I wish they're mine
Summary: this is a story about Sanji who just follow Zeff's advises
A/N: hohohoho… do you think I know what I'm doing? No, I don't. I don't even read/watch One Piece, it's just my friend flooding me ZoSan ficcies. Well I guess I can't help it, it drives me crazy and I just have to write something about them. So be nice to me if there's something not right grin
Sanji always looked up to his old man. He was like his own father for him and all he could do to respect him was to obey what the old man tells him.
Zeff's told him to never trouble other people to understand him.
So, when he involved in yet another long bickering with, of course, some kicks throwing that made the marimo-head on his limit and finally asked him, "What do you want, love cook?"
Sanji's answer was loud and clear. A hot harsh purposeful kiss was sent to Zoro's lips while Sanji's two hands traveling nonchalantly, yet seductively, on the other man's too tight white shirt.
Zeff's told him to always be an honest person.
So, when Zoro thrust his hardened member deeper into the blonde's body, Sanji didn't hold back his scream.
And when Zoro asked, "Feel good?" with a smug in his face.
Sanji nodded helplessly and moaned, "Deeper. Faster," breathlessly into Zoro's ear.
Zeff told him to always help handicap people.
So, after they both had dressed back into their clothes and Zoro asked him, "Why were we doing that again?"
Sanji, who had had his cigarette between his lips, could only take a long drag before blew the smoke to the marimo-head's face, rolled his eyes and groaned, "Retard."
But he took a step closer to Zoro anyway and whispered something in the other's man ears. Which made the swordsman grinned in his own idiotic yet-Sanji wouldn't ever admit this- captivating way.
Sanji stepped back and stared the other man, who was still grinning. "Same here I guess," said the swordsman. The blonde only snorted at it before he turned around and left.
After all, following Zeff's advises never failed to satisfy him.