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Title: His Lump Of Coal
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Bon Clay/Sanji
Rating: PG
Words: 240
Notes: For
onepieceyaoi100, prompt "accidental kiss".
“But I thought you kneeeeew,” Bon Clay insisted. He was still pouting about being kicked through the table, although Sanji thought it perfectly justified.
“How the hell would I know it was you?” Sanji hissed back, trying not to draw any more attention towards them. Which was pretty much a lost cause, since they were obviously the current entertainment for the entire bar, between Bon Clay’s overly loud and grating voice and his flying through the air at the force of Sanji’s kick and Sanji’s unmanly shriek when Bon Clay had materialised in front of him.
“Why wouldn’t you?” Bon Clay countered, sounding petulant. “You haven’t forgotten me, have you Sanjiiiii?”
“Let me get this straight,” Sanji sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand and fishing for his cigarettes with the other. “Every time a beautiful girl dances towards me, holding mistletoe above her head and asking for a kiss, I’m just supposed to assume it’s actually you?”
Bon Clay opened his mouth to retort, but seemed to think better of it when he caught the look on Sanji’s face. “It was suppooosed to be a joooke,” he whined.
Sanji growled, teeth gnashing down around his cigarette, and considered that every girl he might ever try to kiss in the future might just touch their hand to their face and turn into the sulking okama standing in front of him, and decided his love life was doomed.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Bon Clay/Sanji
Rating: PG
Words: 240
Notes: For
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“But I thought you kneeeeew,” Bon Clay insisted. He was still pouting about being kicked through the table, although Sanji thought it perfectly justified.
“How the hell would I know it was you?” Sanji hissed back, trying not to draw any more attention towards them. Which was pretty much a lost cause, since they were obviously the current entertainment for the entire bar, between Bon Clay’s overly loud and grating voice and his flying through the air at the force of Sanji’s kick and Sanji’s unmanly shriek when Bon Clay had materialised in front of him.
“Why wouldn’t you?” Bon Clay countered, sounding petulant. “You haven’t forgotten me, have you Sanjiiiii?”
“Let me get this straight,” Sanji sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand and fishing for his cigarettes with the other. “Every time a beautiful girl dances towards me, holding mistletoe above her head and asking for a kiss, I’m just supposed to assume it’s actually you?”
Bon Clay opened his mouth to retort, but seemed to think better of it when he caught the look on Sanji’s face. “It was suppooosed to be a joooke,” he whined.
Sanji growled, teeth gnashing down around his cigarette, and considered that every girl he might ever try to kiss in the future might just touch their hand to their face and turn into the sulking okama standing in front of him, and decided his love life was doomed.