Sanji was positively fuming as he stomped towards the bathhouse, bits and pieces of food hanging off him. Dinner had been going smoothly (as smooth as it could go, anyways,) until Luffy decided to spit his soup everywhere after Usopp told a hilarious joke (which wasn't that funny,) and of course Sanji had taken the brunt of it. His hair and clothes were still dripping as he slammed the door open, muttering curses as he stepped into the dimly lit bathhouse. He only made it two steps before realizing someone was in fact using the shower that he so desperately needed. The room was nearly dark, making it hard to see who exactly he was about to yell at, until he caught sight of the pile of clothes near the door. That spotted hat could only belong to one person.

"Shit, sorry. I thought everyone was in bed already." He apologized, getting ready to leave until the sound of running water abruptly stopped. Law stepped forward into the light, towel wrapped around his waist and still dripping wet. Sanji recoiled, mind becoming fuzzy as he gaped at Law, the only salvageable word from his jumbled mind being tattoos.

"I was just finishing up, go ahead. There should still be hot water left." Law said, walking past Sanji to retrieve his clothes. Sanji stood there like an idiot for five whole seconds before realizing Law had even said anything. He cleared his throat (and picked his jaw up from the floor) before walking over to the showerhead. He heard the rustle of clothing from behind him and had to force himself not to look, because while that had been quite the spectacle Sanji would rather not see it again, or at least that's what he forced himself to believe. He heard the door open and close seconds later, signaling Law's quiet departure.

"What the hell…" Sanji muttered, stripping his own clothes off and turning the water back on. Just as Law said, it was still hot. Sanji began washing the soup out of his hair, trying to ignore the odd feeling in his stomach. Why did seeing Law nearly naked make him feel so jittery? He had no idea Law could even take showers alone, considering his weakness to water. Luffy sure as hell couldn't handle it. And those tattoos…how unexpected! Sure, Sanji knew he had a few, but that many? What had they even been? Sanji swore they were hearts, but that couldn't be true. Someone like Law didn't seem like a heart guy. Then again, he was the Captain of the Heart Pirates. "Why am I still thinking about it? It's not like I walked in on Robin-chwan or Nami-swan."

But that was the problem, Sanji felt like he had walked in on one of his beautiful ladies. Only they were capable of making him feel this way, certainly not Law or any other man. And yet, even now his heart was still beating fast, too fast for Sanji's liking. He was beginning to feel irritated by his confusing emotions. Did he like men? No, certainly not. Women were his life! Beautiful, gorgeous women! With all those curves, soft skin and long eyelashes, what's not to love?

…So why did he keep thinking of Law?

He barely knew the guy, they had only been sailing together for a short time. Law barely spoke to anyone, much less Sanji. He was the epitome of mysterious, and was actually kind of an asshole, with his blunt ways of speaking. Not to mention his reputation. He liked his personal space, for sure. And yet he didn't even react when Sanji walked in on him.

"What a weird guy." Sanji grumbled, ignoring the voice in his head that called him a hypocrite. Law may be odd, but Sanji was the one thinking about him in the shower. "Think about Robin-chwan or Nami-swan, dammit." He growled, closing his eyes and picturing Robin and Nami sunbathing. He never dreamed of touching them, as he wasn't deserving and they were really more like nakama, but he did appreciate their bodies. Living on a ship with two beautiful, untouchable ladies caused quite a bit of frustration for Sanji, and evidently it was time to relieve himself of it. He shut his eyes tighter as he focused, reaching down and stroking his cock to life. He pictured large breasts in a tight bikini top, long legs and lusty eyes, and yet the skin color of his imaginary woman gradually went from milky white to caramel. Black ink swirled into intricate patterns, covering tan, muscled skin. The eyes staring back at Sanji were no longer feminine, and were now a fierce gold color. Long wavy hair was suddenly short and black with a slight blue-ish tint, sticking up in all directions.

"Fuck!" Sanji gasped as he came, soon growing furious as he realized he had just jacked-off thinking of Law. He was quick to dress and leave the bathhouse, fuming all over again. What was wrong with him? He had seen men naked before, so why was Law any different? Whatever the reason was, he didn't want to know. As far as Sanji was concerned, he was merely sleep deprived.

He made his way to the men's quarters, glancing from the corner of his eye to see Law sitting against the mast with his sword leaning against him. Sanji sneered, forcing any other thoughts about the man out of his head. He entered the boys' room and stripped off his dirty clothes, changing into something more comfortable and laying down on his bunk. He steadily grew more irritated as time went by and Law stayed firmly planted in his head, keeping him awake.

Hours later he fell asleep, only to dream of his odd encounter with Law over and over again.

A week went by until Sanji was sure he'd gone mad. He hadn't stopped thinking about Law since, and after some time, realized he had been somewhat interested in the surgeon since they made the alliance. Still, he did not like questioning his sexuality. He stared at Law every chance he got, growing more and more pissed every time. Something had to give. He needed to know once and for all of he was gay or not. Perhaps the first time had been a fluke? Maybe he needed to see Law like that again, just to make sure he wasn't being stupid?

He couldn't believe it, but he was actually devising some sort of plan to catch Law naked again.

Every night after dinner, Sanji would watch Law's movements, waiting for the man to enter the bathroom and not come out seconds later. However he was losing patience and had to resort to drastic measures. He may have instigated a food fight to ensure Law took a shower, and he felt awful about that, really. But it worked. Luffy had flung food everywhere, including all over Law. The surgeon had looked downright pissed as he left the kitchen, and Sanji had ordered Luffy to clean up as punishment. Without having to do dishes, Sanji could focus on subtly following Law. He waited a few minutes before making his move, quietly entering the bathhouse. He stood behind the second door, heart hammering in his chest and feeling guilty for what he was about to do. It was wrong to be such a pervert, he knew that.

Even if he did like Law, his feelings probably wouldn't be reciprocated. Law didn't seem like the type of guy who cared about the opposite sex, much less the same one. Still…Sanji had to try. It wasn't in him to give up. With a final breath, he opened the door and stepped in, déjà vu washing over him. Just like a week ago, the room was dim and steam rose from the showerhead. He heard a sigh of what he assumed to be irritation. This was the second time Sanji had walked in on him, of course. Just as before, the water turned off and Law walked towards him, towel covering his waist. Instead of retrieving his clothes, though, he stood before Sanji.

"Quite the coincidence, isn't it? You walking in on me again, even though you knew I was in here." Law said, his low voice sending a chill down Sanji's spine. The blonde felt like a child being caught stealing cookies. Law was incredibly deceptive, of course he would see through Sanji's plan. Still, Sanji wasn't going down without a fight.

"What makes you think that?" Sanji asked, keeping his voice in check. Law raised an eyebrow at him, plucking a piece of meat from his hair.

"You knew I'd be a mess. That's why you started the fight, isn't it? I may not know you, but I find it odd for a chef to waste food. You planned the whole thing and followed me in here, waiting for the right moment to catch me. The question is, why? What do you want from me, Blackleg-ya?" Law asked, face an expressionless mask. Sanji had incredible observational haki though. He could feel Law's irritation, as well as confusion. But there was something else beneath it all, something heavier. But what was it? More importantly, how was he supposed to tell Law anything? He really had no idea what he wanted from Law.

Well, maybe one thing, but he wasn't delusional enough to think Law would fuck him just like that.

"Up until last week, you've been acting normal. So what changed? Don't think I haven't noticed the constant staring either. Do you see something you like, Blackleg-ya?" Law asked, and Sanji couldn't help but blush. Law really was blunt. Still, he supposed it made this a little easier, if not incredibly more awkward. To think, he'd thought he was being subtle.

"Ah, so I'm right. I've caught your eye, haven't I? You have an odd way of showing it, though. Not quite stalking, but invasive enough to catch me naked. You're not who I thought you were, Blackleg-ya." Law said, an amused tone in his voice though his face remained serious. Sanji was at a loss for words. Was Law furious with him or not?

"So you gonna kill me or what?" Sanji asked, because really, he wouldn't be surprised if Law cut him to pieces for this.

"Is that what you wanted to happen? I hardly believe you came in here to peek at me, only to die in the end." Law said, this time smirking slightly. Sanji swallowed nervously and looked away, getting tired of Law's games.

"Well I didn't come in here thinking you'd just show me your dick and be fine and dandy with it. Look, I fucked up, I get that. Last time was an accident but when I actually got a good look at you…shit, it's not my fault you're so hot. I've never felt like this towards a man and it's been pissing me off ever since. I just thought…"

"You thought seeing it again would clarify your feelings." Law finished for him, and Sanji could only nod because yeah, that's exactly what he thought. Law sighed, seeming to ponder over something in his head before suddenly yanking his towel away and putting his hands on his hips. Sanji felt his vision blur as he gaped at Law's dick, proud of himself for not getting a massive nosebleed, because fuck that was sudden. "Well?"

"Well?! That's all you can say?! Fuck Law, you could've warned me!" Sanji said, having the decency to cover his eyes (after getting a nice, long look.)

"It's what you wanted, right? Although judging from your reaction I'd say you didn't like it. My apologies." Law said, back to being serious and finally grabbing his clothes. Sanji gaped at the sudden mood swing and stumbled over an answer, panicking as he realized Law was leaving.

"W-wait! I didn't say that! You surprised me, that's all." Sanji said, grabbing Law by the wrist to stop him. He recoiled as he realized he was touching the man, quickly pulling back.

"You're confused, Blackleg-ya, even I can see that. I suggest you make up your mind before approaching me again. You saw what you wanted, now ask yourself if it's something you can get used to." Law said, giving Sanji one last look before zipping up his jeans and leaving Sanji alone in the bathhouse. Sanji stared at the door for a long moment, wondering if that really just happened. What the hell was Law's problem? And what did he mean if it was something Sanji could get used to? Sure he was confused, but…well, that's exactly the problem. He is confused. Still, he had seen everything. The question was, did he like it? Hell yes, but he knew what Law wanted him to do. It was something he needed to think long and hard about.

Still, what really bothered him more than anything, was the fact that Law wanted him to think. No, Law wanted him to think and then go see him again. But why?

"Fucking dammit!" Sanji growled, storming out of the bathhouse and looking around. Law wasn't by the mast. Sanji wasn't going to hunt him down, not tonight. He had plenty to think about, and if Law wanted to see him again, he needed to figure out why. If by some crazy chance Law actually reciprocated whatever the hell Sanji felt, what would happen then? They couldn't ever get serious, not with the alliance and their goal of reaching Dressrosa. Plus, they were pirates. Law would leave them eventually, the guy had his own crew, and Sanji had his own goals to reach. A relationship wasn't realistic. So then what the hell did Sanji want? A casual fuck? Did Law want the same?

Yeah, Sanji had a lot to think about.

Well, here's the first chapter. I'm interested in getting accustomed to Law's character, as well as Sanji's. Plus they're just so perfect together I have to write about it. This is going to be a relatively short fic, and I don't plan on reaching Dressrosa. Just expect some good old fashioned fluff and smut.