[One Piece: Zoro/Sanji] Prompt: Candy
Title: Pleasing You
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro x Sanji
Prompt: 15-Candy
Word Count: 948
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Sanji quits smoking for Zoro, but his candy replacements aren’t all that much better.
“I want you to quit smoking.”
Sanji took a purposefully long drag on his cigarette before turning his head to look at the man next to him. Zoro was tugging his shirt back on, his eyes determinedly fixed on the ocean; he seemed to be making up for the hour or so of his watch that he’d lost to the cook’s pliable and distracting body.
“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” Sanji said, releasing a stream of smoke. “You better be.”
“No.” Zoro frowned. “I’m serious.”
“Seriously out of your mind.” Sanji scoffed and held the cigarette firmly between his lips so he could reach over the swordsman to retrieve his discarded belt. “Why would you even say-”
“It isn’t healthy.”
Sanji gaped, grabbing his cigarette before it fell from his mouth. Zoro refused to look at him, expression set and steady, arms crossed over his chest.
“You-I don’t-” Sanji always stammered when Zoro got like this. “So?”
“So,” Zoro muttered, “it bothers me.”
“What bothers you?”
“You being unhealthy!” He snapped, then fell quiet, frown deepening. “Idiot.”
“This coming from the man who drinks like a fish,” Sanji shot back, then sighed. After a moment or two or three, he put out his cigarette and offered, “I’ll think about it.”
Sanji didn’t think about it, really, until a few weeks later, when Zoro’s sudden devotion to abstinence made him realize just how serious the swordsman was. He got Chopper to lock his cigarettes away in the infirmary after a long and tearful goodbye, and started stuffing his pockets with lollipops and little hard candies instead.
“You know they’re making bets on how long this’ll last,” Zoro said, watching with faint but growing interest as Sanji rolled a hard candy around his mouth with his tongue. “Last I heard, Usopp doesn’t think you’ll last five days. Robin’s given you a month. Everyone else thinks you’ll cave somewhere in between that.”
“My dear Robin-chwan,” Sanji practically cooed, clutching a ladle close to his chest, oblivious to the droplets of soup broth that dropped onto his shirt. “How sweet of her to have such faith in me!”
“She only gave you a month, dumbass,” Zoro reminded him, and received a whack on the head with the ladle in return. “Anyway, I’m-” He cleared his throat and lowered his voice, embarrassment seeping into his tone no matter how indifferent he tried to keep his expression. “I’m glad you’re doing this.”
“Hm.” Sanji stirred the soup for a moment before setting the ladle aside and turning to look at the other man with a well-practiced come-hither look. “Why don’t you show me just how glad you are?”
The corners of Zoro’s mouth quirked upward, but he covered it quickly, snagging Sanji around the waist and burying his face in the cook’s neck. Sanji sighed contentedly, relishing the feel of his lover’s lips and teeth and tongue on him after going without it for weeks.
“Mmm…so, Mr. Healthy,” Sanji murmured into green hair, “will you quit drinking for me?”
“Fuck no.”
“Bastard.”
The next few nicotine-free days were hell for the cook. He was frazzled and jumpy; his tie was perpetually askew. If someone asked how he was holding up, he snapped at them to shut it. Unless it was one of the girls, in which case he just gave them a weak, twitchy smile and offered them a drink.
“You’re a mess.”
Sucking convulsively on a lollipop, Sanji turned to glare at the swordsman climbing into the Crow’s Nest. Zoro had barely gotten his feet on the wooden surface when he had to duck to doge a kick aimed for his chest.
“Oi!”
“Thanks so much for noticing, asshole!” Sanji snarled around the sucker, pulling his leg and preparing to attack again. “You and your shitty concern!”
Zoro caught Sanji’s leg before it could strike him, ignoring the resulting wordless growl of fury.
“Sorry for caring,” he grumbled, tightening his grip when the cook tried to violently shake his leg free. “Stop that.”
“Let the fuck go!”
“I will if you stop trying to kick me.”
“Fine,” Sanji hissed, letting his leg go lax. “But I’m pissed at you.”
“I can see that.” Zoro released his leg, and then took a step back, putting some more distance between him and the cook. “Look, it’ll get better.”
Sanji scowled and sucked a bit noisily at his candy replacement. It was nowhere near as fulfilling as the smoky satisfaction he got from his cigarettes. As he thought about them, his scowl gradually turned into more of a sulk and he stepped sedately up to Zoro, slipping his arms around the swordsman’s waist; grief over losing his cancer-causing goodness made him soft. Zoro patted him on the back.
“It’ll get better,” he repeated, nodding sagely. “And you’ll feel good about yourself, believe me.”
“Oh, shut up,” Sanji spoke into his shoulder. “Like you know anything about anything.”
“Hn.” Zoro pulled him a little closer. “Thanks for doing this, anyway.” He shivered faintly as Sanji sighed softly against his neck. “Hey.”
Sanji lifted his head and Zoro took the lollipop out of the cook’s mouth so he could lean down and kiss him. Sanji kissed back and closed his eyes, but opened them again a moment later when Zoro pulled back, an odd expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Zoro said carefully. “It just-”
“Just-what?”
“It just feels like I’m kissing a little girl.”
“…”
A second later Zoro found himself being literally kicked out of the Crow’s Nest, a voice yelling after him on the way down: “There’s no fucking pleasing you, is there, you son of a bitch?!”
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro x Sanji
Prompt: 15-Candy
Word Count: 948
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Sanji quits smoking for Zoro, but his candy replacements aren’t all that much better.
“I want you to quit smoking.”
Sanji took a purposefully long drag on his cigarette before turning his head to look at the man next to him. Zoro was tugging his shirt back on, his eyes determinedly fixed on the ocean; he seemed to be making up for the hour or so of his watch that he’d lost to the cook’s pliable and distracting body.
“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” Sanji said, releasing a stream of smoke. “You better be.”
“No.” Zoro frowned. “I’m serious.”
“Seriously out of your mind.” Sanji scoffed and held the cigarette firmly between his lips so he could reach over the swordsman to retrieve his discarded belt. “Why would you even say-”
“It isn’t healthy.”
Sanji gaped, grabbing his cigarette before it fell from his mouth. Zoro refused to look at him, expression set and steady, arms crossed over his chest.
“You-I don’t-” Sanji always stammered when Zoro got like this. “So?”
“So,” Zoro muttered, “it bothers me.”
“What bothers you?”
“You being unhealthy!” He snapped, then fell quiet, frown deepening. “Idiot.”
“This coming from the man who drinks like a fish,” Sanji shot back, then sighed. After a moment or two or three, he put out his cigarette and offered, “I’ll think about it.”
Sanji didn’t think about it, really, until a few weeks later, when Zoro’s sudden devotion to abstinence made him realize just how serious the swordsman was. He got Chopper to lock his cigarettes away in the infirmary after a long and tearful goodbye, and started stuffing his pockets with lollipops and little hard candies instead.
“You know they’re making bets on how long this’ll last,” Zoro said, watching with faint but growing interest as Sanji rolled a hard candy around his mouth with his tongue. “Last I heard, Usopp doesn’t think you’ll last five days. Robin’s given you a month. Everyone else thinks you’ll cave somewhere in between that.”
“My dear Robin-chwan,” Sanji practically cooed, clutching a ladle close to his chest, oblivious to the droplets of soup broth that dropped onto his shirt. “How sweet of her to have such faith in me!”
“She only gave you a month, dumbass,” Zoro reminded him, and received a whack on the head with the ladle in return. “Anyway, I’m-” He cleared his throat and lowered his voice, embarrassment seeping into his tone no matter how indifferent he tried to keep his expression. “I’m glad you’re doing this.”
“Hm.” Sanji stirred the soup for a moment before setting the ladle aside and turning to look at the other man with a well-practiced come-hither look. “Why don’t you show me just how glad you are?”
The corners of Zoro’s mouth quirked upward, but he covered it quickly, snagging Sanji around the waist and burying his face in the cook’s neck. Sanji sighed contentedly, relishing the feel of his lover’s lips and teeth and tongue on him after going without it for weeks.
“Mmm…so, Mr. Healthy,” Sanji murmured into green hair, “will you quit drinking for me?”
“Fuck no.”
“Bastard.”
The next few nicotine-free days were hell for the cook. He was frazzled and jumpy; his tie was perpetually askew. If someone asked how he was holding up, he snapped at them to shut it. Unless it was one of the girls, in which case he just gave them a weak, twitchy smile and offered them a drink.
“You’re a mess.”
Sucking convulsively on a lollipop, Sanji turned to glare at the swordsman climbing into the Crow’s Nest. Zoro had barely gotten his feet on the wooden surface when he had to duck to doge a kick aimed for his chest.
“Oi!”
“Thanks so much for noticing, asshole!” Sanji snarled around the sucker, pulling his leg and preparing to attack again. “You and your shitty concern!”
Zoro caught Sanji’s leg before it could strike him, ignoring the resulting wordless growl of fury.
“Sorry for caring,” he grumbled, tightening his grip when the cook tried to violently shake his leg free. “Stop that.”
“Let the fuck go!”
“I will if you stop trying to kick me.”
“Fine,” Sanji hissed, letting his leg go lax. “But I’m pissed at you.”
“I can see that.” Zoro released his leg, and then took a step back, putting some more distance between him and the cook. “Look, it’ll get better.”
Sanji scowled and sucked a bit noisily at his candy replacement. It was nowhere near as fulfilling as the smoky satisfaction he got from his cigarettes. As he thought about them, his scowl gradually turned into more of a sulk and he stepped sedately up to Zoro, slipping his arms around the swordsman’s waist; grief over losing his cancer-causing goodness made him soft. Zoro patted him on the back.
“It’ll get better,” he repeated, nodding sagely. “And you’ll feel good about yourself, believe me.”
“Oh, shut up,” Sanji spoke into his shoulder. “Like you know anything about anything.”
“Hn.” Zoro pulled him a little closer. “Thanks for doing this, anyway.” He shivered faintly as Sanji sighed softly against his neck. “Hey.”
Sanji lifted his head and Zoro took the lollipop out of the cook’s mouth so he could lean down and kiss him. Sanji kissed back and closed his eyes, but opened them again a moment later when Zoro pulled back, an odd expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Zoro said carefully. “It just-”
“Just-what?”
“It just feels like I’m kissing a little girl.”
“…”
A second later Zoro found himself being literally kicked out of the Crow’s Nest, a voice yelling after him on the way down: “There’s no fucking pleasing you, is there, you son of a bitch?!”