A/N: So just a quick note, this is a quick little one shot, but I think that I want to add more dictionary-inspired drabbles onto this, so that's why it's rated M even though there isn't much going on that would suggest that in this first chapter. Please enjoy. ^_^

Infatuate- To inspire or possess with a foolish or unreasoning passion, as of love. To affect with folly; make foolish or fatuous.

He was infatuated.

There was no other word for it. Save, perhaps, mesmerized. Infatuated and mesmerized. By him. A man. His rival. Yes, infatuated was the right word.

Especially his hands. He couldn't take his eyes off his hands. The way they skillfully held the knife, moving quickly in and out of danger, in sync with each other.

But everything else as well, made him lose his concentration. The smells that started to fill the room, the soft knock of the knife hitting the cutting board. The flash of the blade as it so easily sliced through various ingredients.

Katana in one hand and the polishing rag in the other, both resting forgotten on the table as Zoro's mind drifted.

He thought of those hands; when they touch him. Resting on his cheek after he kissed him, wrapped in his hair and behind his neck during hugs. Sometimes they would rub across Zoro's body, feeling him out, almost as if he was making sure he was real. Up and down his arms, across the muscles on his chest and arms, over his back and through his hair. Clutching the back of his shirt as he held him.

And sometimes those hands would be his saving grace, like the one time he came back late at night after fighting a whole gang. He took them down, but also took some hits himself, mainly expressed through the bullet hole in his shoulder with no exit wound.

Not wanting to disturb the small doctor, Zoro insisted Chopper not be woken and attempted to fix it himself. And even though it was as if his body was trembling all over, those eyes were set with determination. And those hand, oh those hands were as steady as ever. Steady while taking the bullet out. Steady stopping the flow of blood. Steady cleaning the wound and steady sewing up his flesh. Yes, even when they were covered in blood, Zoro truly loved those hands.

And the more he thought about how much he loved those hands, the more he realized how much he loved the man they were attached to. His milky skin and light, carefree smile. The short golden hair that smelled like spice, smoke and ocean. The long, strong, sexy legs that could literally kick ass. His iron will, compassionate when needed, and always fierce. His eyes, and their ability to reveal everything and nothing at all with a look and the slightest change of color from a light blue to something darker with a slate grey mixed in. And that voice. That voice made him lose it, especially when it was his name on those lips. "Zoro… Zoro…" And those moments were rare.

"Oi, Marimo." Sanji bent forward across the table and tapped him lightly on the cheek.

Zoro's blank stare disappeared quickly and Zoro shook his head, scattering the thoughts that had just been taking him over. "Huh? What is it?"

"I was asking you to clear your stuff off the table so I can set it… Are you okay?" Sanji's question was followed by a worried expression. "I've been trying to get your attention for a few minutes now."

At that, Zoro's face lit up and he beamed at Sanji. "I'm perfect. Just thinking about something."

Sanji's expression changed from worried to suspicious as Zoro stood up and Sanji asked his next question. "Thinking about what..?"

"About how much I love you." He reached out and grabbed Sanji's hand, pulling the cook to him by the arm. One hand still on his arm, the other slid up his neck and cheek, the finger tips teasing the golden strands as he pulled Sanji's face up and closer, allowing him to kiss his lips tenderly.

Oh and the lips! Those drove him crazy like nothing else.

As Sanji began to kiss back, he brought his arms up to Zoro's shoulders, allowing them to latch and rest behind his neck. Sanji relaxed into the hold and kissed back with as much love and passion as a kiss that short could hold.

Sanji pulled back slightly and looked into Zoro's dark eyes. Sanji's own eyes glinted with a light that suggested humor and passion.

"Oh really?" Sanji asked.

"Yes, of course."

"Well I love you too, Marimo." He smiled and placed a short chaste kiss on Zoro's lips. "I'm kind of relieved too, because that means I don't have to feel so bad about this." Sanji pointed to the stack of dishes that still needed to be set out on the table.

Zoro sighed slightly, and Sanji kissed him again. "Don't worry, favors are always rewarded."

It was hardly a wonder why Zoro was so infatuated by him.