A/N: 1135 WORDS! Yarrr, bitches! Okay, so, this COULD be kind of confusing, since, well, these guys are no good at talking. O.O Seriously, I tried to convince them to smooth it out instead of MAKING out, but... dramatic sigh So, well, basically, in this chapter... they only managed to complicate things. XD Well at least --- oh wait, I'm not gonna spoil it. Enjoy!
And Geuna, thanks for the correction :x In my retarded finnishness I actually thought you spell it that way. cough This is kinda embrassing...
Mini-glossary:
Ginga - Ginga Nagareboshi Gin or Ginga Densetsu Weed, they're manga/anime where the main characters are dogs.
Konbanwa - Good evening
Oyasumi (nasai) - (Very) Good night
Seppuku - Ritual suicide
Oi - Hey
Daijoubu ka? - Are you alright?
In times like these, liquor was definetly the best friend of a man. Beats dogs anyday. Hell, dogs can't make you forget all of your problems and fall into a comfortable, simple feeling of giddyness. Unless you're a tiny fangirl of Ginga - but that's another story.
This, of course, was NOT Sanji's means of self-justification. He was too confused, stressed and desperate to require such things. His distress was visible not only in his actions, but his choice of beverage - he usually didn't sink to the level the cheap alcohol embodied. But, this was a special occasion. The world didn't turn upside down everyday. Sanji's head didn't almost explode from thinking too much everyday. First mates didn't harass their ship's cooks everyday - not on Going Merry. Well... at least that's how it used to be. In merely a week's time -
Sanji chugged down more of the burning drink. Obviously he wasn't drunk enough, if he was still thinking about that.
Way to go, he mused to himself. Really mature. Drinking away your problems.
He walked out of the galley and drew a cigarette from the folds of his jacket. Lighting it up proved to be slightly more difficult, so he sat on the deck, leaning to the wooden wall behind him and tried again. His lighter flicked the silent cancer stick to life and he took a deep, sweet drag of heavenly smoke.
"Konbanwa", cooed a familiar voice. Sanji looked up to see Nami casually walking towards him.
"Oh, konbanwa, Nami-san", he replied politely, "what are you doing up so late?"
"Nothing, just taking a little evening stroll", she said and winked saucily. Sanji's heart would've leaped if it wasn't too heavy to begin with.
"What about you, Sanji-kun? Drinking your troubles away?"
Sanji snorted.
"You could say that."
"Has Zoro been bothering you?"
The cook's eyes snapped wide open, staring at her. Nami just giggled at the obvious reaction.
"Oh, poor Sanji... having to drink your distress away."
Great, I'm so pitiful that even Nami-san feels bad.
"You know... I bet Zoro's got himself as confused as you. You two should talk it out... it's nasty to be FIGHTING for so long."
Nami figured the man was drunk enough for her to make overly large emphasises without him noticing. And she was right.
"Uh, yeah, you're right. We... shouldn't fight. It's bad for the crew!"
Nami smiled and fought back the huge urge of patting the blond on the head. Instead she turned and started walking away, lazily waving her hand.
"Oyasumi nasai, Sanji-kun."
"Oyasumi", Sanji mumbled and lit another cigarette.
"Well? Go get him, tiger."
Zoro merely stared at the woman.
"If I wanted to die, I would simply commit seppuku."
Nami rolled her eyes.
"You can't keep running forever. What are you, a man or a mouse?"
A vein twitched on the swordsman's forehead.
"Anyway, I'm going to sleep. You boys and your problems are so tiresome", Nami said and retreated with an exaggarated yawn.
He was smoking his fifth cigarette when he heard Zoro enter his kingdom of dizziness. He didn't even bother lifting his eyes up to see the marimo, immedietly recognizing the heavy thump of his boots.
"What do you want, shitty swordsman?"
Hadn't he been so pleasantly dreamy at the moment, he'd been mad as hell. All that booze that tasted like shit - and then the thing he wanted away from magically appears?
Zoro didn't answer, just sat next to the cook and took a dram.
"So you're allowed to drink, but I'm not?"
"You drink too much", Sanji drawled lazily, hoping the marimo would just go away.
"Yeah, you're a freaking absolutist", Zoro snorted and continued to devour the drink.
Sanji tossed the done-for cigarette over the railing. They sat in awkward silence as the green-haired man downed the liquor and threw the empty bottle into the sea as well. He glanced at the cook who had bowed his head down in an uncomfortable-looking position.
"Oi, daijoubu ka?" Zoro placed a hand on the blond's shoulder but it was promptly slapped away. Sanji doubled over and there was a muffled "umph". Zoro's eyes widened. He grabbed the human heap and dragged it over to the railing, holding the cook so that his upper body leaned on the edge. He was just in time as Sanji threw up, shaking violently as Zoro brushed blonde hair out of the way. The cook coughed and tried rebelling out of the other man's grip but then went suddenly limp.
"Oi", Zoro barked, trying to hold him up.
"Go ahead and try kissing me now, bastard", Sanji said and gave the other man a weak push.
"Oh yeah? Maybe I'll do something else." With that said, Zoro hawked his head down and started sucking on the cook's neck.
"F-fuck! Get off!"
"Sure", Zoro commented and pressed his palms against the small of Sanji's back, closing the gap between them. With every nibble and lick the cook's resistance lessened, eventually disappearing and changing into muffled yelps and moans that made it difficult for Zoro to control himself. He let his hands roam all over the slowly responding chef and felt Sanji's hands on his biceps, sliding off his neck and down his back. Zoro lifted his head and stared the other man. In his only visible eye, there was the same gleam of lust that was undeniably evident in his own eyes.
In a rough fashion, Zoro claimed Sanji's mouth and to his delight felt the cook reply with the same passion. Unable to hold it back anymore, Zoro broke the kiss and let out a deep moan, only to have himself pulled back by the collar. He started fumbling with the buttons of Sanji's jacket, trying hard to focus while he was being devoured by the blond. Finally he managed the open the troublesome piece of clothing and he slid it off Sanji's body, forcing his hands back. The cook lifted his jaw up, gasping for breath so Zoro assaulted his neck again. The black jacket fell on the ground and Sanji's hands were freed. Zoro started sliding his hand under the fabric of Sanji's shirt. His skin was warm ... the samurai wanted to claim every centimeter of it.
"Not here", Sanji desperately murmured under the green-haired man's attack.
"It's a little too late for that", Zoro panted.
"Hell, Zoro! Not here!"
Zoro complied hesitantly, looked around for a bit and locked his gaze on the nearby galley door.
The two men stumbled into the galley, all the time glued to each other. Inside, the swordsman shoved Sanji against the wall and tore his shirt off, almost ripping it.
"Watch it", Sanji growled but was quickly silenced by Zoro's lips.
The cook pushed him back to stare at him levelly.
Then he started unbuckling his belt.
Anyone catch the reference: D
A/N: Okay, well, this is where all the hardcore fangirls go: "WHERE IS OUR SMUT?" And to that I say... c'mon guys, a little privacy o.o I feel dirty enough for the implications. Plus, I really have no idea how much you can stuff under the T rating. (Actually it would've just been a pain with all the body parts 'n stuff...) COUGH Lookit that!! Flying dango!
By the way, I kinda like reviews. :3