Snow Bunny

Title: Snow Bunny – Part I
Pairing: ZoSan
Word Count: 1,338
Rating: M for language, violence and an intro to the kinky man-love to come in Part II

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Sanji stumbled through the snow drifts. He carved a swathe in front of him with powerful kicks but the powdery snow filled the gap back almost as quickly as he could create it. Snow and sleet swirled around him as the storm got wilder. His teeth were chattering, his muscles were aching and his suit would probably never recover.


Stupid stubborn Marimo.


“Keep together,” Robin had said.


“Be careful,” Chopper had said.


“LOOK IT’S A GIANT EAR MOUSE WITH HOOVES! SUGOI!!!” Luffy had said. Not entirely on topic but it still indicated there was danger!


And what had that stupid moss-head done? Just wandered off, blasé as ever, into the snow. He was like an over-excited child: one minute he’s be there and then you’d turn around two seconds later and the fucker would be gone. Should get the shitty idiot a leash!


Sanji had had enough of his completely absent sense of direction ages ago, he’d gotten used to the fact that Marimo would wander off and get lost given the slightest chance. What really bugged him now was the stubbornness.


No matter how many times he came to find the stupid oaf – and it was always HIM that had to do it – Zoro would always claim that he was ‘going in the right direction’, ‘right behind them the whole way’, ‘taking a short cut’, or some other utter bullshit to cover the fact that the Swordsman literally needed an arrow to tell him which way was up.


After crossing and re-crossing his arms one more time to try to protect his precious hands, Sanji finally saw a katana sticking up out of the snow. He swept a powerful kick across the huge drift that covered the rest of the sword and sent icy flakes swirling off into the storm. There was Zoro, under three metres of snow, doing push ups.


“What the fuck are you doing?”


“Is it three o’clock already?” Zoro drawled; his voice muffled by the drift of snow that still covered half his face.


Great. Nothing the cook loved more than puns. What sort of a pirate spends all his time making up lame puns anyway? Apparently the same sort of man that just lay down in a snow drift for a bit of exercise.


“Very funny,” Sanji snorted and blew smoke out his nostrils. Don’t kill him. Not yet.


“I’m keeping warm.” Zoro said, standing up and stretching. He obviously hadn’t been doing a very good job, his face was a little flushed from the exercise but his arms were an unhappy shade of grey.


“You’re an idiot.” Sanji said flatly. Despite the fact that they had had some rather ‘intimate’ times together, he still hadn’t managed to rub any sense off on Zoro. Stubborn. Pun loving. Idiot.


Zoro growled and turned to march off again.


“Oh, no you don’t!” Sanji grabbed him on the shoulder and Zoro turned into the movement. Two angry green eyes narrowed inches from the cook’s face.


“I saw a hut a while back, we can get warm there and then go back to the Merry.” Zoro scowled but he let himself be led without too much of a struggle. Sanji kept his humour up by letting Zoro know just what he thought of the swordsman’s tendency to wander off and force Sanji to leave the company of lovely ladies to come and search for the muscle bound idiot.


Finally, the cook could just make out the outline of the building in the snow. It just looked like a temporary stop for people climbing the mountains, somewhere to thaw out and wait for the frequent storms to die down. He opened the door and scouted around. There was one bare room with a wooden table and a fireplace. There was a small stack of wood in one corner and dust and leaves all over the floor. It would do. He stepped aside for Marimo to pass him and then booted Zoro unceremoniously inside.


The swordsman stood rubbing his ass and frowning, then a glinting blade below Sanji’s chin informed him Zoro was ready for action. Good. He was aching for a fight. He threw his lithe body into a full turn and hit Zoro with a solid kick, the swordsman deflected and flipped over the table. In an instant, the cook followed, raining blows with a fury that only a worried lover could muster.


“You have no idea.. how lo…ng I fucking..search..ed for you!” Sanji shouted as he dodged and twisted in the air.


“I did..n’t.. ask you.. to lo..ok for me!” Zoro puffed back, his reaction time was slower than usual, his movements awkward. Stupid Marimo had hypothermia.


Sanji pivoted in the air and grabbed the table, using it to change his direction again and land squarely behind the slower swordsman. The cook knocked Zoro’s feet out from under him, sending him pitching forwards onto his hands and knees. Sanji was close behind, wrapping Zoro up in a firm leg lock so he was stuck like that, on his hands and knees on the dirty floor, a prisoner of Sanji’s long legs. The swordsman wriggled furiously, but in his weakened state he couldn’t break loose.


Sanji leaned over Zoro’s shoulder, the gold earrings dangling against his chin and whispered in his ear. “I’m sure you would have been just fine…”


He wrapped his hands around Zoro’s chest and pulled him back to a sitting position. He could feel Zoro’s shivering back flush against his chest and stomach, his cold ass pressing into the cook’s groin. Sanji couldn’t help but trace the swordsman’s sculpted muscles under his thin shirt. His light touch followed the perfect pecs around in a lazy circle before settling on tweaking the bumps of Zoro’s frozen nipples. The swordsman relaxed back into the cook’s embrace and grumbled as he let his head fall back onto Sanji’s shoulder.


“I WAS fine…”


The cook slowly kissed his way down the bronze neck that had been offered to him. Zoro chuckled. Not the evil I’m-going-to-kill-you-and-dance-on-your-corpse laugh that made grown men hide behind their mommies, but an actual bona fide chuckle.


“What?!” Sanji demanded.


“Tickles.”


That was it. For some reason, something inside Sanji just snapped. He’d been walking in snow deep enough to bury him alive for Kami only knows how many HOURS and now when he finds the stupid idiot, he says he would have been fine and laughs. Laughs!


I’ll give the smug bastard ‘tickles’.


Sanji bit down on Zoro’s neck, hard. He sucked and teased the cold flesh, pulling at it with his teeth mercilessly. Zoro flinched and wriggled, but the cook’s grip on him tightened and he still couldn’t get off the floor or out of his lovers angry, passionate grip.


Sanji pinched Zoro’s nipples cruelly and smiled when he heard the swordsman draw a sharp in-breath. He moved his hands to get hold of the flimsy fabric of the swordsman’s shirt and wrenched it aside. The shirt tore cleanly down the middle and Sanji’s cold fingers slid across the swordsman’s stomach. Zoro’s body shook with the cold and he started to complain about his rough treatment. Sanji stopped him before he could get more than a few words out.


“I’m sick of your shit! You never listen to anyone, you just go wherever the hell you want, doing whenever the hell you want and you don’t care what it means to other people. You’re a selfish bastard and it’s time you did what you’re damn told!”


He could feel the waves of smirk literally pouring off Zoro. Even though he couldn’t move, he could still be smug.


“And you think you’re the one to tell me?” Zoro asked. His voice was dangerous; soft and low.


Sanji pulled Zoro’s head back by the hair, eliciting a growl of pleasure from deep within the swordsman’s throat. “I can’t think of anyone better qualified…”


Zoro laughed again, the sound making Sanji see red. “Then bring it on, sweetheart.”


Now, he would kill him.


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