Hey people, this is technically our first story, but we've also got a small songfic posted and will have more up soon.

'Our' means we are identical twin girls

Dedication:

To two fantastic people, Kat-chan, for being awsome, letting us get her addicted to one piece and then yaoi, then not biting off draic's hand when we shoved the written copy of this in her face and yelled "READ", and because the oneshot we owed her three weeks ago still isn't out [soon, kat, we're working on it!].

And for Nillie-chan, for being SUPAA, having the last chapters of our favorite story ever [granted, it's tied for first wth one other, but still] out before we popped [Taste of Bittersweet Disaster http/:fanfiction .net/s/4965207/1/Taste_of_bittersweet_Disaster ], being one of the best authors we've ever had the honor to read, and convincing us that this was worth posting and we wouldn't be booed off the site.
We luv ya guys!

Kat=animagirl100
Nillie=crystalbluefox

Warning:

We'll let Zoro do this one:

Zoro: They're pervs and I'm in it. *walks away with booze in hand*

Oh-kay, not what we were aiming for, but still true.

This is just a teaser. The actual first chapter will only be posted if we get enough people sanying they like this. Otherwise, you're out of luck.

Disclaimer: Eiichiro Oda is a dude. And not a twin. We aren't dudes. We're definatley twins.

On with the show...

Chapter 1

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"Stupid, fucking marimo." Sanji growled as he stalked to the mens' cabin. That idiot swordsman had done it again. While Sanji had been out of the kitchen, serving sweets to his lovely Nami-swan and Robin-chwan, that bastard had gone into the kitchen and drank the special sake he was saving for the ladies. He didn't care if the swordsman was nakama or not, when he found him he was going to-

"SANJI! MEAT!" Luffy ran into him, holding the now empty bottle of his precious sake. Sanji sighed. There went another opportunity to kill that idiot marimo.

"SANJI! WHERE IS MY MEAT?"

"Idiot. I'm not giving you any meat, you drank the special sake for the ladies-" Sanji went momentarily starry-eyed at the thought of his lovely Nami-swan and Robin-chwan, then remembered who he was talking to. "-AND you ate enough for twenty people at dinner, which was FIVE MINUTES AGO!" Giving his captain a swift kick to the backside, Sanji left a drunk and befuddled Luffy sitting on the deck, grinning and still waiting for the meat.

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Zoro sighed. This was taking forever. Why did that idiot chef have to spend forever in the bathroom? He might as well be one of the ladies he loved. Zoro chuckled. If anything, that would probably make him take less time in the bathroom.

"Oi. Shit-cook. Hurry up and get out of the bathroom, you idiot."

"It's all yours, stupid marimo." Sanji laughed when he saw Zoro's face. He exited the steamy bathroom with a flourish, a towel just barley hanging on those perfectly sculpted hip... Zoro shook his head. He was not just thinking of that chef as anything other than a nakama. no way. Stepping into the bathroom, the swordsman sighed again. It's not like he's bad looking, whispered an annoying voice in the back of his head, have you seen those abs? Zoro slammed his head against the wall. He had to stop thinking about the stupid love-cook that way. or any way, if it was up to him. Zoro didn't like the idiot, but that didn't mean he didn't have a nice body. Besides, what was the probability that the chef swung both ways? Wait, WHAT? Zoro looked up from smashing his head into the door to look into the mirror, befuddled. Swing both ways? Why would he care if the cook did? At best, if the cook was gay, he would stop hovering over the archeologist and the evil bitch of a navigator every second. Since he obviously adored them, he was straight, no questions asked. And so are you, the marimo thought to himself. Well, this was a fucking amazing time to get drunk, but the idiot cook was in the kitchen. It would have to wait. Besides, even if the cook was gay, who would like him? Not me, the marimo thought as he headed off to the men's cabins. Hopefully he could sleep this off, without being shit-faced, and he could look it over or forget about it in the morning. There isn't really anything to look at, he thought, drifting off to sleep, It doesn't matter if he's gay, I don't like him. I don't like that moron.

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"Leave the beer alone, idiot marimo."

"Why should I, shit-cook?"

"I'm making dinner, moss-head. It'll spoil your appetite."

"So?"

"Listen, marimo-" Sanji spun around and found a half-dressed swordsman in the middle of his kitchen. He tried to stifle a gasp. For an idiot, the marimo looked good. The cook mentally slapped himself. He shouldn't be thinking this while the moron was around.

"WHY ARE YOU HALF DRESSED IN MY KITCHEN?"

"So I should take these off?" The marimo asked, motioning to his pants, and hooking a thumb around the waistband. Sanji turned beet-red, and his nose started bleeding. "Can I take that as a yes?" he asked, doubled over laughing. It looked like he could barely breath, but the chef's face was just too funny! Then he looked up at the cook's face again. Uh-oh. He'd gone to far. Again. He stood, still tinged pink from laughing, and reached back for his swords, not taking his eyes off of the blonde, who was purple with rage.

"OUT OF MY KITCHEN! GET OUT! OUT!" Zoro sighed.

"Fine, shit-cook." he said, smirking, and left the kitchen, taking his beer with him.

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Leaving the kitchen, Zoro frowned. Why was the stupid love-cook looking at him that way? Did he -? No. No, it was impossible. This was just another level of last night's crazy, and he needed to forget it. Some training might help. And the shit-cook was only having a normal reaction to someone jokingly offering to take off their pants. Yes, that was it. And even if it was possible, the pervert liking him would only be another advantage when they fought. Zoro sighed. It would only be an advantage. He had either slammed his head too hard, or not hard enough yesterday night. Although, he had put numerous holes and dents in the walls and door. Needless to say, Usopp was not happy about having to fix it. They really needed a shipwright. He looked at the lone beer in his hand. Forget a shipwright, that was Luffy's problem, what he needed right now was to get drunk, and sleep off this madness. Unlike the cook, he definitely was not a lightweight, and the one beer wouldn't be near enough to get him shit-faced, but it would have to do. It would have to be enough to keep the idiot out of his brain-for now. Zoro sighed and sat down, shaking his head. Drinking the beer in one gulp, he passed out outside the kitchen door, a blushing and bleeding Sanji still inside.

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Sanji opened the door, intending to go smoke before serving dinner. AS he lit one of his ever-present cigarettes, the door slammed into something. Cursing, Sanji pulled it back and found a sleeping Zoro, the now empty bottle of booze still in his hand. He sighed. The things you could always count on the marimo for were sleeping, drinking, annoying Sanji, and saving everyone's asses in a fight. Now it seemed he had managed to combine the first 3. A drunk and passed out swordsman was not what Sanji thought of as an element of a relaxing smoke. Sanji snorted. At least he had the brain cells to combine three things. I didn't know he was smart enough to do that, he thought, staring down at the sleeping swordsman's face. He looked kind of cute when he sleep. Sanji sighed. As if the idiot marimo would ever like him, of all people, he thought, dejected. He shouldn't be thinking this. Oh well, time to ruin the picture.

"Oi. Marimo. Wake up. Marimo." The idiot mumbled in his sleep. "What?"

"Sanji." the swordsman mumbled again, obviously still asleep. "Sanji." he muttered, a smile and a light blush breaking out on his face. He muttered something else before curling onto his side, clinging to the beer bottle.

Sanji stood, dumbfounded. Why was the swordsman dreaming of him. It was obviously a happy dream. So what-? His thoughts were interrupted as Zoro curled into a fetal position, clinging to the bottle even tighter. Sanji smiled. That was too cute for words. Dashing into the kitchen, he pulled out a camera and snapped a picture of the sleeping Zoro. He would save this. Nobody needed to know. Oh well, now it was time to really ruin the moment. He smirked half-heartedly, and called for dinner.

"MEEEEEEAAAAT!" Luffy screamed, and ran to the kitchen, trampling Zoro. The swordsman's arm reached up and punched Luffy, but the rubber captain just kept on running. As the rest of the crew followed in Luffy's wake-Who's idea was it in the first place to join that idiot anyway?-Zoro slept on, the only damage done being a punch to Usopp's nose, and Sanji couldn't complain about that. Sanji smiled, fingering the camera in his pocket, and went to serve dinner.

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Zoro groaned. What the fuck happened to him? He opened one eye. Just the sight he didn't want to wake up to. Next to him was a sleeping chef. Wait, not next to him, the love-cook was asleep ON him! How-? The chef stirred. Quickly the swordsman moved the chef's head, and made it look like he had fallen asleep on the wall, next to Zoro, instead of in the extremely embarrassing position he was in, with his head in Zoro's lap. Sanji-When did he become Sanji?-stirred, and Zoro quickly pretended to be asleep. Through a crack in his eyes, he watched a now awake and blushing shit cook pull out a cigarette and stand leaning against the wall, puffing out circles. All the chef ever did was smoke. Stupid ero-coook would probably die soon from it. Too bad it wouldn't be him ending the chef's life. Of course, then, if the chef died, he'd have nobody to fight with. And he knew that they both used those fights as a way to train and let out emotions. Those aren't the only reasons you would miss him, whispered a small voice in the back of his head. No, he argued with himself, I can't like the shit-cook that way. The only other reason is he makes good food. That's it. If he died, especially from something as mundane as smoking, I would miss his food. Maybe he should convince the cook to stop smoking. For the food, of course.

Sanji stretched, taking a long drag from the cigarette. Zoro watched, still pretending to be asleep. His body relaxed. Watching the Mugiwara's chef smoke was an oddly relaxing thing for the green-haired swordsman. As the blonde puffed out smoke, the trails came out in curves and ringlets, the gray smoke drifting lazily across the deck and over the ocean on the breeze. Heh, he thought, amused, The smoke spirals looked like the swirls on his eyebrow.

Sanji put out the cigarette butt, throwing it into the ocean, and Zoro snapped out of his chef-induced haze. Oh well, now was as good a time as any to pretend to wake up. Groaning, he stretched and stood up quickly, then froze.

"Fuck." The chef spun around, hearing the muffled, pain-induced whisper. He cocked an eyebrow at Zoro, then smirked as he noticed the moss-haired swordsman holding his arm, and his back, and his head, and his-Well, you get the point, he look like he was in pain. Zoro scowled. What's ero-cook looking at me like that for. Glaring at Sanji, he winced as he rotated his arm. More important then that blonde moron, why the fuck am I sore at over? It feels like Luffy used Gomu Gomu no Galting on me the entire time i was asleep!

The chef smirked. Again. Smug bastard. What was he so happy about? What the fuck did he do to him when he was asleep?

"Oi. Shit cook. What happened?" Sanji laughed, and Zoro found himself smiling. It was a nice sound.

"Well, I might have found you asleep and drunk outside my kitchen door. And then I might have decided to call for dinner without telling you." He smirked. Zoro groaned.

"Put it simply, stupid aho-cook" Now he was all out grinning. He had nice teeth. Most sailors had terribly rotten teeth. Or no teeth. Sanji had sparking white teeth. They probably tasted like mint toothpaste.

"The crew trampled you half to death." Zoro groaned again.

"And?" He was still smiling. Zoro wasn't.

"You punched Usopp in the nose." Now they were both grinning.

"That's it?" The chef nodded.

"I don't know how you managed to sleep through that, though. I can't imagine it." He cocked his head, looking as if he were thinking. "Then again, you've slept through lots of interesting things. Like our first storm in the Grand Line." He smirked.

"Oi!" Zoro looked affronted. Just because i nap a lot... Stupid ero-cook had it out for him. "Well, you cook through lots of important things. Remember Mr. 2 Bon Clay?" Sanji groaned.

"How could I forget? I missed him doing Nami naked." A look of regret came onto his face. "And besides, cooking is productive." He paused, and lit another cigarette, toying with it in his hands before taking a long drag. "Sleeping isn't."

"Sleeping gives me energy."

"Cooking gives you food."

"Why would I want to eat your food anyway?" They paused in an awkward silence. Zoro looked down at his stomach. Sanji looked at Zoro's stomach. Then he smirked. Zoro, at least, had the decency to look sheepish. "Oi. Cook."

"Yes, moss for brains?" Sanji took another drag, exhaling more eyebrow spirals. Zoro scratched his head, then looked up.

"Got any food?" He asked bluntly.

"What do you want?" Zoro looked at him like he was crazy.

"How should I know? Just give me dinner leftovers or something." Now Sanji looked at him like was crazy.

"Leftovers?" He sounded like he was questioning Zoro's sanity, not what he wanted to eat. "You have met our dear captain, Luffy, who eats everything in sight? If I didn't know better, I'd say he ate a Chomp Chomp fruit instead of the Gum Gum fruit." For the mens' quarters, a long, drawn-out, sounding half-starved to death, sleeping groan of 'MEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAT' could be heard. Zoro grunted. I forgot about Luffy. I don't know how I did it, but I forgot about Luffy, he thought to himself, incredulous. Oh, well. He grunted in response. "Come on, marimo. I'll make you something to eat." Was it just him, or did that sound affectionate, he thought, staring at the place where the cook's ass had just dissapeared into the doorway. "Well?" The cook was back, staring at Zoro who was staring at the place the cook's ass had been, which was currently where his crotch was. Blushing red, the swordsman once again followed Sanji into the kitchen, careful to avert his eyes from anywhere near the cook's ass. Or his crotch.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY KITCHEN?"

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Anyways, hope you liked. Again, this was just a teaser to see if you want us to continue. If we do not get a review from almost everyone who read this, a good or a bad review, we may not continue.

We have a few requests to make to anyone that draws fanart. We'd be so so so so so so so so honored if you would draw us some pictures for this stroy. In every chapter, we've decided that we'll have a bottom area labled 'fanart' that will thank anyone who has drawn fanart, give the link, and request new scenes for that specific chappie. Of course, if we get a miricale [it is Christmas] and someone actually wants to draw for us, then we've got to let you know that those are only suggestions and preferences of what we'd like fanart of. Anything is good, really.

The section will look like this:

Fanart

1. Zoro asleep curled aroung the beer bottle, but with a Teddy Bear instead.
2. Zoro and Sanji asleep, with Sanji's head in Zoro's lap.
3. Sanji with just a towel on.
4. Zoro offering to take off his pants in the kitchen.
5. Sanji with a nosebleed after said offer.

Anyway, we forgot to mention some VERY important things:

We will have warnings before all sex scenes so if you read T you could probably read this by skippping those scenes.
This story will contain two major couples that will occasionally pair off oddly or in foursomes or threesomes.
Each sex scene warning will also say who will be in it before the scene in
These couples are: Zoro/Sanji and Ace/Smoker
Lots of backgroud couples, like Kidd/Law, and past couples, like Law/Sanji, will also be featured, but we will ONLY write sex scenes for yaoi couples. That is final.

Oh, and the most important thing.

We want YOU to be in the story. We need major and somewhat minor characters, as well as backgroung characters. If you want to be in the story, send a review or a PM about you and why you want to and why you should be a part of this story. Winners will be announced next chapter [technically the first chapter] and throught the future chapters, but if you don't win, just know that this will be going on the whole story, so keep trying! Or at least try once, everyone's OC or personality will be used eventually, we just don't want to crowd the story, so people will be gradually introduced.

Also, MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Please review or PM us about any mistakes.

If you would be willing to lend your time to beta, we will love you for life~! We have an odd schedual so we won't need your time right away.

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other note: sorry if it sounded boring, but draic wrote the eh and informational part of the author's notes...she can be boring, at least you don't have to live with it.

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