It didn't work that way at all, though. As soon as Sanji returned to the ship, he noticed Zoro immediately, having a conversation with Brook as he lifted an excessively oversized dumbbell. When his feet hit the deck, both swordsmen looked at him, but Zoro looked away immediately, and his frown deepened.

That one gesture made Sanji want to curl up and die. His chest felt heavy, like his heart was trying to crawl up his throat. It was first-hand rejection, and no matter how much he'd anticipated it, it ripped him up inside. He barely heard Brook's voice, as he stared, shattered at Zoro's disgusted expression.

"The log's set, Nami-san said." Brook's voice was like an echo behind a shriek in his ear. "She asked me to tell no one else to leave again once they got back."

Realizing quickly that he was staring, Sanji looked down. "Right." He said. "Wasn't planning to." With that, he walked past the pair to allow them to finish their conversation, and toward the kitchen.

Once in the place he felt most at home, Sanji shut the door, and fell against it. He couldn't get that look out of his head. Zoro had been deliberately avoiding his eyes so he didn't get the best angle on it, but the feeling behind it was clear. He was annoyed, grossed out, maybe even pissed off. Whatever the case, it was obvious that this was an inconvenience to him, something he hated, and wished he didn't have to deal with.

Sanji's back slid against the door until his butt touched the ground, and he just sat there on his ass. His legs were sprawled out awkwardly around him, and he didn't care. He wished he could just decide "fuck him, it's over, there's no chance" so he could forget about it. That would be the logical way to go, but logic wasn't working for him. No matter how much sense it made, it wasn't stopping his emotions, no matter how much he begged it to.

It didn't have to be that way, though. He was broken over the rejection, but he could get over that. The biggest problem was the way Zoro would see it, treat it, and treat Sanji in relation to it from then on. He had one more shot and fixing this before everything fell apart for good, and that was to put everything on the line, and above all, keep playing it cool. If he acted like it didn't matter, maybe Zoro would pity him enough to pretend the same.

Sanji decided to give it time, and not rush it. Not because he wasn't one-hundred percent positive that he wanted to confront this, and soon, but because he was becoming increasingly aware of how hard it was to find time to talk to Zoro privately. Especially when he was being avoided.

So he decided to wait, and watch. While Zoro was busy sneaking glares while Sanji wasn't looking, Sanji would look for an opening. But the more times Sanji turned around and saw that face that had been directed at him quickly turn the other way, the more he wanted to give up and just die.

Multiple members of the crew had inquired toward the way Sanji was acting. He'd noticed it himself too. How often he'd miss the cute little things that Nami or Robin did, or find himself lacking the energy to fawn over them at full power. Luffy said he seemed tired, and suggested he make himself a steak or two. Chopper asked if it was the heat, as they were close to a particularly hot summer island, and Sanji went with that answer from then on. Usopp suggested he wear less black, and delirious as he may have been, Sanji even took that advice to keep up the charade.

One thing that comforted him, was that he wasn't the only one being harassed for information he didn't want to share. For Zoro it was even worse, but he simply continued to deny that anything was wrong. He said he "had a lot on his mind."

By the third day since they'd set sail again, Sanji was fed up. He woke up that morning, looked at the ceiling, the empty hammocks on either side of him, and decided he was done. He didn't care where or when or in front of who, he was going to confront Zoro, and tell him all the things he'd planned to for the past three days.

He found Zoro asleep in one of his usual places with Usopp, Luffy, and Chopper fishing not far away. He'd already decided he didn't care what they heard, especially if it was just those three idiots. He stepped up, and for a while, just loomed over the sleeping swordsman. His face was always less peaceful during a daytime nap than when he slept at night. He usually had his mouth hanging open, drool dripping down the side of his face, obnoxious snoring, and today was no different.

Sanji harkened back to the few days during and after he'd confronted his feelings for Zoro. He remembered thinking this kind of behavior was one of the few things about the Strawhat's swordsman that was cute, but right now it just pissed him off.

"Hey Marimo!" He said, loudly. "We need to talk!"

Zoro stopped snoring, and opened his one good eye to peak at Sanji. He made no expression, no insight into what was going on in his head, and shut it again.

"Asshole!" Sanji pulled a leg back and thrust it forward. His foot smashed through the wooden wall underneath the ship's rail as Zoro rolled out of the way.

"The hell, Shit-Cook!" Zoro had taken a sword with him as he rolled, and had already half unsheathed it. That enraged Sanji. Hoping for a fight, was he? Well, Sanji could give him that.

Zoro was almost thrown off by Sanji's speed as he jumped right back in and whirled a heavy kick straight at Zoro's head. Zoro ducked it, and with the Wado, the one sword he'd grabbed, blocked a second blow directed at his midsection.

"What the hell are you doing all the sudden?" Zoro gritted his teeth. Of all the times Sanji could go on one of his rampages of randomness, it had to be while he was sleeping.

"Cut it out." Sanji said, deadpan.

"What?" Zoro pushed away from Sanji as he watched the leg tense for another kick and just barely bent his head back to dodge. After that he took a swing of his own, contacting the bottom of Sanji's shoe to be stopped. "Cut what out?" He spat.

"I already know you know." Sanji stretched out his bent leg, pushing Zoro back a few steps, though not as aggressively as he could have.

Zoro blinked. "What?"

Sanji put both his feet on the deck, stood in his trademark 'cool' stance, hands in his pocket and cigarette bobbing off his bottom lip. "I talked to the fortune teller and she told me what she told you."

Zoro didn't look any less confused. "And?"

Sanji was ready to explode. "And I'm telling you to stop moping around and acting like it's eating you alive or whatever. I'm the one that should be being eaten alive!" He took another half-hearted leg swing at Zoro's head out of frustration, and it was easily dodged.

Zoro stood up straight, out of his former fighting stance, and finally, to Sanji's satisfaction, a serious expression came over him. "So it is true then." There was a pause, then he sighed. "Well, that saves me a lot of trouble…"

Sanji's eyes got bigger in realization. "Wh-What." He gawked. "You mean you didn't already know?"

Zoro shrugged. "I knew she was a real psychic I just wasn't sure I believed her."

"You asshole!" Sanji stomped, thoroughly embarrassed over what he'd just revealed. "You even went back just to make sure! And you've been acting weird this whole time! Now you tell me you weren't sure?"

Zoro smirked, playfully sinister. "Actually I was leaning toward the idea that she was pulling my leg after these last few days." He was going to kill Sanji with his nasty looks, and voice expressions. "But you just confirmed it."

"Oh hell…" Sanji's eyes downcast. His hands began to shake, and he was more than just getting cold feet. He hadn't anticipated this at all, and it caught him off guard. If only he'd just kept his mouth shut, things could have gone back to the way they were. Now he had to beg Zoro to understand that it didn't matter…

"I know exactly what you're thinking." Sanji said quietly, not looking up from the deck, too sick of seeing Zoro's disgusted face. "Stop it." He said. "It doesn't matter that much." He nearly choked on his own words. "I can forget." No I can't… "It doesn't have to change anything."

It took a while for Zoro's voice to come, but Sanji didn't dare look up. "Does that mean you don't want it to change anything?"

Sanji's face got hotter, and he finally couldn't take it anymore. He raised his head to scowl at Zoro, but exploded instead. "Why the hell would I!" Why did the fucking marimo have to be so insensitively difficult even in times like this?

But then something happened that took Sanji by surprised. He'd been to angry to notice at first, but when he really got a look, Zoro wasn't glaring anymore. He wasn't scowling, or glowering, smirking devilishly or apathetically. His face was almost sympathetic, but Sanji had to blink a few times to believe it.

Zoro finally sighed, and looked away from Sanji's eyes, which had been unknowingly staring straight into his for just a little too long as he fumed. "A minute ago you said you knew exactly was I was thinking."

Sanji paused, blinked, and thought back on his words. "Yeah." He admitted. It's not like it was hard to guess.

There was a long pause before Zoro started to speak. In it, Zoro gathered his thoughts while Sanji tried to keep from crumbling to pieces. "The other day when I came back from that place after the first visit, you were cooking." He said. "You looked back as I walked by and caught me in the doorway."

Sanji remembered. The same day it all went to hell.

"Do you know what I was thinking then?" Zoro asked.

"How the hell would I?" Sanji spat tiredly. He was tired of being tense, tired of tripping over every possibility that he might screw something up. Now it was even worse, because Zoro already knew, and Sanji was just waiting for the worst. It was the most painful and awkward feeling he's ever experienced and he wanted it over and done with. He wished he could squish that little firefly spark of hope that fluttered around his head and accept the inevitable.

"You were singing something. I don't know what it was, but you were just going along like that when I came up, like it didn't matter who heard you." Zoro went on, and he noticed that Sanji's whole body was now shaking. "At that time, I thought…" He took in a breath, and Sanji's fists tightened so much that his fingernails nearly made him bleed. "The cook does have a kind of sexy voice."

Sanji froze stiff for the first few moments, just running the words through his mind to make sure he'd heard and interpreted them correctly. He blinked once, twice… and his jaw slowly dropped to speak, but nothing came out.

"SANJI!" Luffy shouted at the top of his lungs, waving his arms in the air. "We caught something awesome!" Before Sanji knew it, Chopper, Luffy and Usopp were running toward him from behind. They surrounded him, Luffy stepping right in front of Sanji's line of sight with the fish in his arms.

"Cook it!" Luffy ordered. Sanji blinked, and look down at the good-sized fish to identify it. "It's a barracuda." He said. "They're pretty much inedible, just throw it back." He might have tried to make a meal of it if it weren't for the fact that they were already more than well stocked since the last island.

"Awww." Luffy pouted, and looked at the fish. "Stupid not tasty fish."

When he looked over Luffy's shoulder to see Zoro, the swordsman was gone.

"But it was such an epic battle!" Usopp flailed. "You should have seen me fight it!"

"What are you talking about Usopp, I caught that fish!" Chopper jumped up and down to be noticed, as opposed to just using his heavy point to grow to their height.

"Are you sure I can't eat it?" Luffy was still pouting, and examined the fish closely.

Sanji hardly heard them talking, and simply walked away from the group as Chopper and Usopp argued over whether or not Usopp had any hand in catching the fish, and as well as yell at Luffy for trying to bite it.

Where the hell did that swordsman go? And what was the meaning of the shit he said?

A sexy voice? Multiple women had told him they liked his baritone when he spoke, that it turned them on, but they'd never heard him sing. It wasn't like he broke out into song often. He did occasionally when he cooked and that was about it. Was Zoro serious, or was he just making fun of the fact that Sanji was singing to himself?

"Sanji." Nami caught him as he rounded the corner that lead to the work-out room, where he was hoping to find Zoro again. "It's been a while, are you planning on making anything for breakfast?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah." He said, realizing that he hadn't made anything at all. "I'd never let you go hungry." His destination was reset to 'kitchen.' "I was just a little busy, I'll get you something right away!"

"You don't have to, I just-,"

"Say no more, Nami-san" Sanji put a finger over her lips, and Nami blinked, surprised. "Just wait a little longer."

Luffy and the others could settle for apples or something until lunch. But Nami and Robin deserved the best, he couldn't believe he'd almost forgotten their nutrition!

He left Nami in an aura of confusion as he walked back toward the kitchen. Sanji was always acting like a love-sick idiot, but every once in a while, somehow his gentleness would take Nami by surprise. He'd make a girl extremely happy if he could ever settle for monogamy… and stop being such a pervert.

Sanji decided on scrambled eggs with some nice soft veggies mixed in. Always the way to go for a good source of protein and vitamins first thing in the morning!

As he cracked the eggs, his mind drifted back to what Zoro said. He'd never been embarrassed about humming or singing softly when he cooked before, even if someone was listening. But now it set him on edge, and he decided it'd be best to stay silent, whether Zoro was serious or just making fun of him.

Either way, Zoro's reaction was somehow comforting, and let him relax a little. If he was teasing, it meant that he wasn't going to hide from it, or be afraid to say things like that and avoid the subject. Things would go back to normal in due time. If he was serious… well, there was really no way-

He froze stiff when a pair of arms snaked around his midsection, and linked in the front. From behind, he felt a firm body press against his back as the strong arms tightened around his waist.

"I thought you'd end up coming here." A husky voice caressed his ear.

"Wh-What the hell!" Sanji had frozen. The undersides of the eggs were burning, but there was nothing he could do. His nerves wouldn't budge!

"Actually I'd been counting on it." Zoro's hands were already roaming, and Sanji's brain couldn't keep up. The breath on his ear and neck, the body snug against his back, the thigh trying to work his way between his, the hands groping his hips and midsection through his clothes… It was like Zoro was a professional at this shit! Like he knew exactly what he was doing… had done it before!

"Zoro!" Sanji tried to shake him off, but Zoro held him still. "Oi, shitty swordsman, let go of me!" He demanded, and kept on struggling. Skinny as he was, Sanji wasn't weak, and Zoro often forgot that. He had to drag Sanji onto the floor so they were both on their knees to keep his hold before he could speak.

His hands loosened around Sanji slowly, to the point where he could stand up and walk away if he wanted to. "I kind of thought we'd be passed the point of you freaking out when I did this…" Zoro attempted to explain himself.

Sanji's head was spinning. One minute he was sure he was going to have to—and more, would be able to ignore his feelings for Zoro and move on. The next, his craziest fantasies were coming true, and he almost wondered if he'd fallen asleep.

In the silence, Zoro finally sighed and let go of Sanji completely. He sat back on his butt on the kitchen floor behind Sanji, who stayed on his knees, frozen in space. "You know, I had my suspicions." He began, and Sanji was glad to hear his voice. It calmed his thoughts. "When she told me someone I knew had those kinds of feelings for me, I never thought it would be any of you…" He paused. "…Especially not you."

Sanji let that sink in, but remained clueless as to what it meant.

"Nami and Robin were both faint possibilities." He said, and just because he knew Sanji would have something to say, and wanted to make the conversation less one-sided, he left an opening there.

Sure enough, Sanji bit. "Idiot." He said, smiling a little, over his shoulder. "As if you could ever be good enough for either of them."

"So what does that make you?" Zoro said carefully. Sanji sighed, and fell off his knees and onto his ass, hands on the ground behind him to hold him upright.

He looked up at the ceiling, and watched the smoke from his cigarette drift upward. "Keep talking." He said. "You said you had suspicions."

"Well what I was really thinking was one of the people we'd only known for a little while, someone we met on one of our many 'adventures', as Luffy would say." Zoro went on. "Maybe someone from a long time ago, or that pink-haired Perona weirdo, or this other chick I met at Saboady the first time, or Vivi…"

Sanji gaped. "Vivi!" He could have punched Zoro in the face, his precious hands aside. "She's a princess, you dimwit! Give me a break!"

"Shut up." Zoro barked back. "I'm just trying to make a point!" He grumbled. "I didn't have any major idea of who it was, I just thought for sure if it was someone on this crew someone would have noticed already!"

"You're leaving out the part where you flipped shit because it turned out to be a guy…" Sanji snorted.

"That didn't bother me." Zoro looked away. "I mean, I was surprised as hell it was you, and that was the main reason I didn't believe it because you were always so obnoxiously straight." He scoffed. "But…" His face turned read. "…I've been with guys before."

"I didn't need to know that!" Sanji flailed. "Saying it didn't bother you would have sufficed!" Holy hell, Zoro was a homo? But he'd already guessed something like that by the way he'd been touching him before…

"Whatever." Zoro was blushing heavily, and Sanji realized that this was something he'd been hiding from the crew for a long time, and now he'd just revealed it, and probably to the last person he ever expected to. Suddenly, Sanji had a brilliant idea, and grinned deviously.

"What guys have you been with then?" He asked.

Zoro scratched his head, and Sanji watched with an immense amount of satisfaction as his face turned an even deeper read. "No one recently." He mumbled. "I mean, no one you know, even." He'd been pretty celibate since he joined Luffy. Never had the time, interest, or energy, as opposed to before when he was often stuck in the same place for long amounts of time, bored out of his mind.

"So before we met, you mean." Sanji tapped his chin. "Johnny? Yosaku?"

"The hell you moron!" Zoro barked in his face. "I have higher standards than that!"

Sanji through his head back, laughing loudly, and pounding his fist against the floor. Zoro getting all worked up about his sex life was hilarious! It was like Sanji was talking to an entirely different person!

"Are you done?" Zoro growled, and Sanji forced himself to calm down.

"Sorry." He said. "I just thought you were asexual or something." He wiped the water out from under his eyes. Then again, Zoro being a virgin was actually kind of a strange thought as well.

"Not exactly." Zoro grumbled.

Sanji was happy. He was so fucking happy he could cry right there, or maybe dance, or sing… that's right, Zoro liked it when he sang. Here he was, sitting on the floor with the person he loved who'd always hated him, teasing things out of him that no one else knew. Even if it didn't mean Zoro felt anything real for him back, even if things would just carry on as usual, he felt like an immense load had been taken off his shoulders.

He was so lost in that happiness that he didn't notice as Zoro moved. The moment he realized, a pair of lips crushed against his. He couldn't move, wide-eyed as they lingered there for at least three seconds, and then slowly pulled back.

Sanji stared at Zoro, blinking, and then threw his head back again, laughing his ass off.

"The hell is your problem?" Zoro gritted his teeth.

"I'm sorry." Sanji said between outbursts as he tried to calm down. "I'm not laughing at you…" At least, not anymore. He gathered himself, and brought his head back down to look at Zoro in the eyes. "I'm just so fucking happy."

Zoro was still convinced that Sanji was just being a fucking weirdo, and decided to shut him up. He moved forward again, this time more slowly, and brought their faces together. The smile on Sanji's face disappeared immediately, his eyes locked onto Zoro's lips, and instantly, he stopped breathing.

Sanji's jaw had dropped open just a little, probably in surprise, but Zoro saw it as an opportunity to skip kissing foreplay. He slipped his tongue out between his own lips and in between Sanji's as they came together. As soon as Zoro's warm tongue entered his mouth, Sanji melted. His hands flew up and fists curled into and pulled at Zoro's hair as tongues fought, twisted, and tangled.

Zoro moved in closer, spreading Sanji's legs to move between them. He'd noticed long before, when they first met, that Sanji had a godly pair of legs. That thought may have gone a little further in the beginning had Sanji not turned out to be such a chick-obsessed douchebag. But that judgment had clearly proven itself false.

It had been a while since Zoro saw Sanji as anything more than the annoying ero-cook, at least sexually. Any desire to court him in the beginning had been stamped out immediately, and since then Sanji had hated him, and he was pretty content with hating him back.

He was beginning to remember the fact that Sanji was the epitome of his type, back when he had a type. From his blue eyes, to the way his hair fell, to his irresistible hips and thighs, Sanji was sexy.

He crawled all the way up between Sanji's legs, one hand cupping Sanji's cheek to make sure their mouths stayed molded together until he was done. The other hand, slipping underneath Sanji's shirt to feel his lean, hard stomach and torso. His left knee moved up a little further, and rubbed against Sanji's crotch.

Sanji moaned against Zoro's lips, which nearly drove Zoro insane. That voice, that fucking voice was to die for. It wasn't fair that anyone could have such a perfect, irresistible voice. And god, he was about to hear every single sound it could make.

So, one could understand why Zoro released the most deadly, annoyed growl when Sanji pushed at his chest to stop him.

"What?" He barked, and didn't even wait for an answer before he tried to dive in and take Sanji's lips again, but Sanji pressed a palm against his face.

"Hold on, pervert marimo." He said. He was beyond ecstatic that said pervert marimo wanted him this bad, but…

"What?" Zoro grabbed him by the wrist and ripped it away from his face. He leaned in again, this time past Sanji's lip and against his ear. "It's not like you're a virgin, right?" Zoro's damn knee went back to rolling against his erection. God damn it, could he be any more of a horny bastard?

"I am in some ways!" Sanji protested, pushing at Zoro's shoulders half-heartedly.

Zoro laughed into Sanji's ear, pushing his knee harder against Sanji's groin to assert his point. Sanji gasped, and growled, because that last move almost fucking hurt. "So you've already decided on your position, huh?"

"Well duh." Sanji barked. "Have you looked in a mirror lately? Who in their right mind would have dreams about dominating a muscle beast like you?"

Zoro grinned, and bit down on Sanji's ear lobe, hands tugging at the rim of his pants. Sanji hadn't been made aware, but he was rock hard already, and not really big on waiting. "Dreams, huh?" He snickered. "You took this pretty far."

"Asshole." Sanji was almost acting sub-consciously when he lifted his hips so Zoro could pull his pants off. "I don't control what I dream."

Zoro hardly heard him. He'd already moved back a little to take in the sight of Sanji's bare bottom half. Sanji immediately blushed… this wasn't the way his dreams went, for sure. He hadn't really expected Zoro to actually have a desire to look at him… he wasn't a woman.

That hungry look in Zoro's eyes as he stared down at his nether region is what made Sanji's cock leak.

When it did, Zoro lost the ability to resist, and wrapped his hand around it's based. He leaned forward as he started to pump at it, muffling Sanji's moan with another kiss.

"I can't wait that much longer." Zoro said, voice strained between breaths.

"No one told you to wait." Sanji answered, and reached up to brush the back of his knuckles teasingly against the bulge in Zoro's pants. Zoro's eyes nearly exploded from their sockets, and Sanji grinned.

"All right." Zoro grunted, and grabbed Sanji's legs just between his knees. He yanked on them, pulling Sanji off the support of his arm so his back hit the floor with a thud.

"Asshole." Sanji growled, sure his spine may have been bruised in the morning. Zoro barely heard him, far too busy pushing Sanji's legs up and apart. Realizing how fast things were going, Sanji lifted his head to see just how close Zoro was to…

"Holy shit!" He stuck the bottom of his foot against Zoro's face to hold him back.

"What the hell!" Zoro scoffed, wanting to remove the foot, but very content with his hands on Sanji's ass.

"That's… huge…" Little Zoro was already out and about to Sanji's surprise, and… no, he wasn't little at all.

"Thanks." Zoro ducked his head so Sanji's foot fell away from his face, and continued working at Sanji's entrance with his fingers. Sanji laid his head back, and through an arm over his eyes, unable to look.

"I'm going to die." He said.

"Want to read me your will?" Zoro's voice, monotone.

"Asshole Marimo!" Sanji barked. "You can't put that in me!" He began protesting, just because Zoro was being a dick about it.

"Too late for that, cook." Zoro was holding Sanji apart with the sexiest desperate look on his face that Sanji had ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. Best of all, it was because of him.

At the last moment, Sanji relaxed himself completely, and Zoro pushed in.

The relaxation disappeared immediately, and Zoro smashed his palm against Sanji's mouth to muffle the scream.

"Idiot!" He shouted, watching the tears well up in Sanji's eyes. "Someone will hear!"

After a moment or two, he removed his hand from Sanji's mouth, and put it back on his hip.

"Asshole!" Sanji gritted his teeth. "You weren't gentle at all!" He curled his fingernails into Zoro's shoulder to avoid calling out. He didn't care if Zoro bled from it, he deserved it after all.

"Sorry." Zoro made the best sheepish face he could within all the bliss he was feeling at that moment. He slipped his hands underneath Sanji's shirt, and pushed it up to his arm pits to get a better view. Though, Sanji's beat red panting face was pretty good in itself, he had to admit.

Zoro started to pull out, and Sanji took that opportunity to adjust himself around him. The first thrust had hurt like hell, but once it rammed against a certain spot within him, it wracked his body with pleasure. When he thrust back in, it happened again, and it took every ounce of Sanji's energy not to call out.

Zoro panted as he started to move faster, eyes fixed on Sanji's red cheeks and wet mouth. He wasn't hearing much though, and that pissed him off.

"Stop stifling your voice." He touched the side of Sanji's face, thumbing at his bottom lip.

"Shut up." Sanji scowled. "Like you said, someone might hear."

"I don't care anymore." Zoro breathed. "I want to hear your voice."

That's right… "The cook does have kind of a sexy voice." Well, at least this way he could piss the swordsman off enough to get revenge for that merciless first thrust.

"Please." Zoro suddenly stopped moving, his voice more demanding than pleading.

"Not happening." Sanji replied. "I don't want anyone to hear either." The others would probably assume a fight, but that would also mean they'd come in to make sure no one had been seriously hurt. Especially naïve little Chopper.

"Fuck." Zoro cursed, but couldn't hold back anymore. He went back to thrusting, and didn't dare make it rougher out of spite for fear he'd already torn something the first time. He'd definitely gotten rusty. Two years ago he never would've done that to anyone, let alone a virgin. Sanji was just amazing at pissing him off, he didn't think. At least he knew Sanji was tough… anyone else would have demanded he pull out and ran away.

"What the hell are you thinking about, marimo?" Sanji couldn't believe Zoro was using that dumb 'lost in thought' face while he was fucking him. Was he that unappealing? No, Zoro was just that much of an idiot.

"Sorry." Zoro said. "And sorry about before, too." He added.

Sanji blinked, wondering what he was talking about, but then realized, and grinned, quickly reminded of all the reasons he fucking loved this guy.

"The hell are you smiling about now?" Zoro grunted as he continued moving in and out.

"I'm just happy."

"Hey marimo." Sanji's voice came from behind him. Zoro looked back over his shoulder, even though he wasn't supposed to, as Sanji had told him to look away while he got dressed.

Sanji had his back turned, and he was in the middle of buttoning up his usual blue shirt, the one that he usually tucked into his pants. But right now, he wasn't wearing pants yet. The shirt was long, but not quite long enough. It hung down enough to cover all but the very bottom of Sanji's ass, and the moment Zoro looked, he couldn't look away.

It looked fucking cute… especially with those deadly, long, perfect legs.

"What?" Zoro asked, not bothering to pretend he wasn't looking.

"What's this mean?" He asked.

Zoro crossed his arms. "Huh?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Sanji sighed. "I'm assuming the fortuneteller lady told you…" He trailed off. "…You know."

"You're asking what happens next?" Zoro finished for him. It wasn't exactly what Sanji wanted to say, but it was good enough. "I don't know." Zoro sighed. "Do you want to have a relationship behind everyone else's back?"

Sanji's nerves relaxed again. "You offering?"

Zoro snickered. "I could go for that."

Sanji smiled to himself. "Good. Now turn the hell around, pervert."

"I have your breakfast, Nami-swan! Robin-chawn!" Sanji danced up to the two ladies, sitting against the aquarium, which created a fitting undersea background for his viewing pleasure.

"You seem happy, Cook-san." Robin smiled cheerfully as she took her plate.

"Took you long enough." Nami said, and set her own plate next to her to take another look at the magazine in her hand. "How's Zoro?" She asked, nonchalantly.

Sanji stared blankly. "The shitty swordsman? Why?"

Speak of the devil, a second later, Zoro walked in. "Cook, where's all the booze?" He asked.

"Oh good you're both here." Nami stood up, interrupting what Sanji was just about to say. She moved until she was between the two of them, and then simultaneously smashed her fist against Sanji's head and jammed her hard heal into Zoro's gut.

"Don't EVER pull that shit in the place we EAT ever again!" She shouted as they both heavily hit the floor.

"Nami… swan…?"

AN- WAHAHAHA… so, I kind of suck at writing sex… I don't do it that often because even though all my stories contain it, it's always . So I'm sorry if it was awkward or anything :x. I have been practicing lately… but I don't know how far that got me.

I know I put some somewhat controversial stuffs in here… like there may have been an almost SanNam moment ('cause I hate when people stick other pairings in my ZoSan!) and some anti ZoPerona… sorry if you like those, or don't like SanNam, or whatever.

Yeah. I just feel the need to apologize for that. Whatever 8D. Because I know how much I'd flail if someone stuck ZoNam in my ZoSan without warning me D:. Boohoo!

Anyway, I feel kind of loopy. Happy November 14th!