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[serving_love]

Who: Sanji (serving_love) & Zoro (yourotherleft)
When: 4/12.
Where: Their apartment.
What: Oh, you know. Event things.
Rating/Warning: Well. There might be some erotica books involved, but fuck knows how that will go... (Spoilers: ridiculous. Ridiculous is how it will go.)

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[Welp, Sanji felt that pull to go to the shitty library out of nowhere, same as everyone else! But since he had some free time on his hands, it's not like it even occurred to him to question it. Besides, a huge place like that with all those books was sure to have something interesting regarding the culinary side of this planet. Maybe he'd be able to find a good cookbook or two and get to know more about the local recipes here?

Such were the completely pure and innocent thoughts that bounced around Sanji's head as he wandered through the aisles, eyes casually scanning the shelves as he waited for something to jump out at him. How he COMPLETELY ACCIDENTALLY ended up walking down an ~Adult~ row is a total mystery. And he definitely didn't mean to reach for that book with the busty blonde on the cover, or the one with the voluptuous redhead giving the reader a sultry look.

And he has no idea how he ended up walking back to the apartment with an armful of such books. But they're not all explicitly naughty, at least! There's a couple that are just fluffy romance, with dashing young men on the covers, windswept and shirtless as the heroine of the story clings to them.

Hell, Sanji actually did manage to find some books about cooking, too.

He drops his load onto the coffee table once he's back home, shrugging out of his suit coat and snickering to himself as a beautiful brunette stares up at him with a smoldering gaze, hands running over the sword in her grasp in a positively suggestive manner.

That one...he did not pick up for himself.]

Oi, marimo! Got something for ya.

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[serving_love]

[That single, simple touch is like a shock to the system. Sanji feels it, too, the sudden ability to scramble backwards if need be, but it's so startling that he more just falters for a moment, his hand slipping off the table as he sucks his stomach in. Zoro yells at him at the same time his elbow crashes into the tabletop, the rest of him flailing inelegantly backwards until he land in an undignified heap on the floor, books all but forgotten in his haste to just move away.

He can't scoot back any further, already pressed up against the edge of the coffee table, but he manages to pull his arms back around with a wince, rubbing at his elbow as he glares blearily up at Zoro from...well, basically from between his legs. But at least Sanji fell onto his ass and isn't awkwardly on his knees or something because that's—

Well.

That's just a mental image he definitely did not want, what the fuck, brain?

Sanji lurches back even more, shoving the coffee table right along with him until there's a distance between them that might qualify as safe. And only then does he let out a relieved breath, before following it up with a petulant mutter:]

Ow.

[...It's not like he knows what else to say right now, okay.]

[yourotherleft]

[For a moment Zoro stares at him, and then just to make things extra-extra safe, he scrambles up from the couch and crosses to the far side of the room, putting more space between them. His face and neck are still burning, he tries scrubbing his hands through his hair and down his neck to try to cool himself down but it's not that effective.

Well, at least they're not touching. That's progress.]

If it's the books, get rid of the books. [a low and heavy growl] If it's something else, we gotta. We have to stay away from each other.

[it's less about the latent sensations he doesn't want to admit to and more about the fact that it's out of his control. If he were to do something, it has to be his choice, his deliberate action. Not some weird colony bullshit.]

[serving_love]

[Sanji clambers to his feet after Zoro moves, his own face flushed as well as he goes about straightening his clothes, tugging the rest of his shirt out of his trousers and pulling it down like it helps somehow just to have that extra layer of protection over his probably-too-tight pants. Nngh.

He flicks a glance in Zoro's direction as he speaks, then gives the books now scattered across the coffee table and floor a glowering look before nodding.]

Yeah. Yeah, I'll...take 'em back.

[He clears his throat and pushes a hand through his hair, trying to look back at Zoro again and ultimately failing. Which he sort of hates himself for, because yeah this whole shitty thing is embarrassing but fuck if he's going to let it beat him like this.

...Maybe he can give himself a couple hours, though. To stew and hate everything and be grumpy and mortified about it all.

And then he can promptly shove the entire experience into the deep, dark recesses of his mind where he never has to think about it ever again.

Yeah, that sounds good.

Sanji draws in a deep breath, somewhat shaky, and forces himself to speak again.]

Then I'll probably run by the studio. Might be out awhile.

[yourotherleft]

Yeah...fine. Fine, that'll be fine.

[trying to talk himself into believing it. Zoro is, at least, the king of forcing himself to forget things he really doesn't want to remember, if it comes to that. Don't worry, cook, it's easier for him not to look, either, standing with his blind side toward the living room as he rubs his neck.]

If Luffy gets back before you do, I'll tell him...I dunno, you got called in or something. Shit... [something occurs to him, then] ...this better not rub off, I don't wanna be touching Luffy like that.

[the mental images. EUGH. Zoro shivers and tries to brush them off like spiders on his arms.]

[serving_love]

[Promptly makes a face at that, because eugh indeed.]

Maybe you should make yourself scarce, too. Go to the shitty gym or something.

[Sanji bends down to start collecting his various erotica novels, leaving whatever cookbooks he picked up. Presumably those won't make him lose his goddamn mind. He turns one over to read the summary on the back as he straightens up again, and in an attempt to get things somewhat back to normal shoots a smirk in Zoro's direction and waggles the book a bit.]

Sure you don't want to keep one of these? Little light reading before bed maybe?

[yourotherleft]

[whirls back toward him with a snarl]

NO! Get that shit out of my sight!

[though a second later he's glancing toward the spine of the book to see if it's the pirate one. Might want to remember that title]

I always knew you were the worst goddamn pervert, I don't need you to prove it in front of me. I could go the rest of my life never reading anything like that again.

[even if he already did get his daily workout in - and a shower! - that suggestion isn't a bad one. Where did his swords end up?]

Maybe I'll go down to the dojo and see if any of the sword-spirits want to knock heads.

[but what if the weird affliction is still inside him and he ends up groping Kashuu...? NO NO NO]

...on second thought, maybe I'll just go for a long jog.

[serving_love]

[Ahh yes, okay, getting that kind of reaction from Zoro actually does help, and Sanji snickers for a moment before the whole pervert name-calling thing quickly has him scowling again.]

Oi, there ain't nothing wrong with reading it! Not like I knew it was gonna do all... [He gestures randomly, cheeks going pink again.] That.

[HARRUMPHS.

...But he really doesn't have much of a leg to stand on here, so he should probably just stop talking. He turns away with a huff, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket as he heads for the door.]

Don't make it too long, you'll never find your way back. I'll bring something home for dinner.

[He can cook at the studio. The more time he can get to himself, away, the better.

And thus Sanji sweeps out the door without taking another look at Zoro.]

[yourotherleft]

[Zoro manages to stay irritated until after the door closes, at which point he slumps against the wall, covering his face with his hands.

There is a lot that just happened and he's not going to forget it. Not when that long-disused yet present part of him has finally awakened, buried ideas have resurfaced, and he doesn't know the difference between what this place was making him do and what his subconscious actually wanted to do. If it was the books...were they only controlling his hands, or his feelings as well? Are his desires truly his?

There's no way to know until he can be sure that he can keep his hands to himself of his own free will, that he has full control of himself again, and then, only then, can he think about what he wants. Whether to leave it be, or dig up one of those buried ideas and see if he can make anything of it. If, in the cold light of day, he can look at the cook and still feel that need, then...maybe.

Maybe someday.]