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poet_at_heartTitle: About bacon and egg
Character(s): Zoro/Sanji (and a surprise. Or maybe not, depends on how good you read it!)
Words: 739 words
Rating: T+
Disclaimers: One Piece belongs to Oda-sensei, and this whole project is inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sybile
A/N: The Thirteenth installment in my andslowsunrise's breakdance AU.
It were a long time since he had last woke up like this. The feeling of an arm draped over his waist and a warm breath in the nape of his neck, it were all familiar sensations. Yet it were different. This arm were more muscled, the skin more tanned and the grip stronger without suffocating him. And Gin definately hadn't been snoring into his ear.
Yawning, Sanji gently tried to peel the marimo's arm of him, just to have it pull him even closer. A familiar shape pushed against his rear and he felt himself tingle a little, the feeling going straight to his groin. But now were not the time to take care about morning woods, breakfast are first on the agenda. No matter how tempting it were to turn around and wake the idiot with a kiss.
To stop himself, the blond wriggled out of the other's hold, slipped out of bed and grabbed a shirt from his wardrobe, which he pulled over his head as he walked into the kitchen part of his apartment. Another yawn made his jaw crack as he opened the fridge and took out a package of bacon and one package of egg, Zoro probably ate a lot on the morning. With that in mind, he turned the stove on and picked up a frying pan which he placed on the warming plate.
As the heat went up, he hummed a little and took out some plates and cutlery, placing it on the bench beside the stove. A little snap were heard and he knew the pan were warm enough as the plate stopped heating up. Still humming, he started putting the thin but fat meat into the pan.
Suddenly, he felt arms wrap themselves around his waist from behind, an strong chin coming to rest on his shoulder.
"Bacon and egg? How did you know it 's a fav of mine?"
"I can read minds too, little marimo." Sanji's small smile turned into a grin as he felt grip around him harden, the chin being lifted from his shoulder so a nose could brush against his neck, warm breath once again puffing against his skin.
"You are? Then what am I thinking now?" Zoro's tongue lazily tasted his skin, his erection pressing against the blonde's ass while his hands started to travel up beneath the yellow and white striped shirt. A sigh escaped his "victim"'s lips, before the cook found himself again and cleared his throat.
"Oi, I might have agreed on going out with you, but that doesn't mean that you can fuck me in the kitchen, you get me?" With a fast and hard jab with the handle of the spatula against the offending hands, he gets himself free. A low and not so happy sound were heard behind him, but he ignored it and cracked some egg into the pan and flipped the bacon over. "If you want to make yourself useful, then put the plates here over at the table."
He nodded against the plates and cutlery, watching as the green haired teen picked them up with a slightly sarcastic "Yes, my master." before he disappeared out of the blonde's sight again. He could hear the plates hit the table behind him and the sound of the other sit down in the couch as he turned on the TV. That were something Gin had never done, he would had been right back to him after setting the table, looking over his shoulder and talking.
But the marimo gave him space. Let him do what he wanted in his element and that were something Sanji loved about the guy. Loved... He had to tell him that soon, he thought as he put the done egg and bacon on a spare plate, before he did the rest of the food too.
It went fast as he worked methodically and expertly, not much time passed before he sat down beside Zoro in the couch and served him the steaming hot breakfast. On the TV a show about breakdance played, prompting them to sit in silence and watch the program as the reporter interviewed a young breaker, asking about moves and what.-not.
Sanji were so relaxed, that he didn't realize that his door opened before he felt something hit him in the back of his head, hard.
"You stupid brat, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?"
"K-Kureha!?"
Character(s): Zoro/Sanji (and a surprise. Or maybe not, depends on how good you read it!)
Words: 739 words
Rating: T+
Disclaimers: One Piece belongs to Oda-sensei, and this whole project is inspired by
sybile A/N: The Thirteenth installment in my and
slowsunrise's breakdance AU.It were a long time since he had last woke up like this. The feeling of an arm draped over his waist and a warm breath in the nape of his neck, it were all familiar sensations. Yet it were different. This arm were more muscled, the skin more tanned and the grip stronger without suffocating him. And Gin definately hadn't been snoring into his ear.
Yawning, Sanji gently tried to peel the marimo's arm of him, just to have it pull him even closer. A familiar shape pushed against his rear and he felt himself tingle a little, the feeling going straight to his groin. But now were not the time to take care about morning woods, breakfast are first on the agenda. No matter how tempting it were to turn around and wake the idiot with a kiss.
To stop himself, the blond wriggled out of the other's hold, slipped out of bed and grabbed a shirt from his wardrobe, which he pulled over his head as he walked into the kitchen part of his apartment. Another yawn made his jaw crack as he opened the fridge and took out a package of bacon and one package of egg, Zoro probably ate a lot on the morning. With that in mind, he turned the stove on and picked up a frying pan which he placed on the warming plate.
As the heat went up, he hummed a little and took out some plates and cutlery, placing it on the bench beside the stove. A little snap were heard and he knew the pan were warm enough as the plate stopped heating up. Still humming, he started putting the thin but fat meat into the pan.
Suddenly, he felt arms wrap themselves around his waist from behind, an strong chin coming to rest on his shoulder.
"Bacon and egg? How did you know it 's a fav of mine?"
"I can read minds too, little marimo." Sanji's small smile turned into a grin as he felt grip around him harden, the chin being lifted from his shoulder so a nose could brush against his neck, warm breath once again puffing against his skin.
"You are? Then what am I thinking now?" Zoro's tongue lazily tasted his skin, his erection pressing against the blonde's ass while his hands started to travel up beneath the yellow and white striped shirt. A sigh escaped his "victim"'s lips, before the cook found himself again and cleared his throat.
"Oi, I might have agreed on going out with you, but that doesn't mean that you can fuck me in the kitchen, you get me?" With a fast and hard jab with the handle of the spatula against the offending hands, he gets himself free. A low and not so happy sound were heard behind him, but he ignored it and cracked some egg into the pan and flipped the bacon over. "If you want to make yourself useful, then put the plates here over at the table."
He nodded against the plates and cutlery, watching as the green haired teen picked them up with a slightly sarcastic "Yes, my master." before he disappeared out of the blonde's sight again. He could hear the plates hit the table behind him and the sound of the other sit down in the couch as he turned on the TV. That were something Gin had never done, he would had been right back to him after setting the table, looking over his shoulder and talking.
But the marimo gave him space. Let him do what he wanted in his element and that were something Sanji loved about the guy. Loved... He had to tell him that soon, he thought as he put the done egg and bacon on a spare plate, before he did the rest of the food too.
It went fast as he worked methodically and expertly, not much time passed before he sat down beside Zoro in the couch and served him the steaming hot breakfast. On the TV a show about breakdance played, prompting them to sit in silence and watch the program as the reporter interviewed a young breaker, asking about moves and what.-not.
Sanji were so relaxed, that he didn't realize that his door opened before he felt something hit him in the back of his head, hard.
"You stupid brat, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?"
"K-Kureha!?"