Cook and Swordsman
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Adult +
Chapters:
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
45
Views:
2,980
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own One Piece, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Compromise? Why?
“Move it asshole, coming through…” Sanji went out of his way to kick the Swordsman as he passed, arms full of newly washed laundry.
“Dammit! I’m trying to sleep here…do you gotta be so damn annoying?”
“Do you have to clutter the deck with your ugly mug?” The blond shot back to Zoro glare. Couldn’t the damn cook be civil for one minute?
“I don’t HAVE too but I’m going to. Not like you can do anything about it.”
The chef slowly pulled out a wet towel and twisted it quickly in a tight band before letting loose with a painful snap against the swordsmans arm. It was obnoxious…and for anyone else it would have been incredibly painful. A red welt rose to the surface.
Sanji went to snap at him again and a sword sliced through the fabric before it connected, leaving the cook holding what could be mistaken for a handful of damp tangled noodles. Zoro smirked at the other mans confusion and then rage.
Sanji began to stomp away with the laundry, putting a cigarette to his lips, apparently letting Zoro take the win this this time. That just meant he’d be back with retaliation soon enough. Dammit.
“Oi cook. Can’t we reach some sort of compromise? Just leave me the fuck alone today and let me sleep…or try to be a little less fucking annoying at least and say tonight I let you top or do whatever.”
The cook stopped midstep and checked visually to see if there were really alone before turning and properly addressing the swordsman.
“Hate to injure your pride Marimo…but you fucking top because that’s where I fucking want you. And if I want to see your ugly mug and harasses you, that’s what I’m going to do..”
“Oh…nevermind then.”
“Dammit! I’m trying to sleep here…do you gotta be so damn annoying?”
“Do you have to clutter the deck with your ugly mug?” The blond shot back to Zoro glare. Couldn’t the damn cook be civil for one minute?
“I don’t HAVE too but I’m going to. Not like you can do anything about it.”
The chef slowly pulled out a wet towel and twisted it quickly in a tight band before letting loose with a painful snap against the swordsmans arm. It was obnoxious…and for anyone else it would have been incredibly painful. A red welt rose to the surface.
Sanji went to snap at him again and a sword sliced through the fabric before it connected, leaving the cook holding what could be mistaken for a handful of damp tangled noodles. Zoro smirked at the other mans confusion and then rage.
Sanji began to stomp away with the laundry, putting a cigarette to his lips, apparently letting Zoro take the win this this time. That just meant he’d be back with retaliation soon enough. Dammit.
“Oi cook. Can’t we reach some sort of compromise? Just leave me the fuck alone today and let me sleep…or try to be a little less fucking annoying at least and say tonight I let you top or do whatever.”
The cook stopped midstep and checked visually to see if there were really alone before turning and properly addressing the swordsman.
“Hate to injure your pride Marimo…but you fucking top because that’s where I fucking want you. And if I want to see your ugly mug and harasses you, that’s what I’m going to do..”
“Oh…nevermind then.”