Ch. 1

Zoro found his attempt at an afternoon nap abruptly end with the sudden, heavy impact of a boot to the side of his head and a rather annoyed voice in his ear.
"Oi, its lunch time, wake up already stupid Marimo."

Of course, as usual, when he did open one lazy eye the first thing Zoro saw was Sanji leaning over him, foot still firmly planted where it had handed, as he continued to berate him. You could almost see the Swordsman's blood pressure rise with every word out of the cook's mouth.
"-Useless! The lovely ladies have been working hard all day while you've just been sleeping… We might as well just get a cat! No good Mosshead!"

In that moment Zoro's patience snapped, his hand immediately shot up to grab the foot casually grinding into his temple and soon Sanji found himself thrown across the deck as the Swordsman stood up in a rage.
"Go drown yourself Spiral-brows! I'll sleep if I want to! And what lovely ladies?! That Witch up there certainly doesn't count as one!"

Sanji was already half way back across the deck by the time Zoro had finished the word 'sleep' and by the time he'd called Nami-san a witch, the cook had practically burst into flames.
Zoro drew his katana and blocked the oncoming roundhouse kick and the consequent barrage of attacks, before retaliating with his own.
There wasn't much ground to give on the small deck of the ship and soon the all too recognisable sounds of the pair crashing through various objects and walls had caught the rest of the crew's attention, almost immediately the two found themselves being forced apart by a dozen or so disembodied hands.

"My, my boys, isn't it a bit too early to be fighting so seriously with each other?" Robin observed with a playful chuckle, one that set Sanji's heart into a flutter despite the fact he and Zoro were still busy staring daggers at each other.

"But Robin- cwan!" Sanji started,finally dragging his attention away from the swordsman's demonic glare, "This Neanderthal started it! I was just waking him up for –"
"Ahhh! What did you say? Perverted cook!" Zoro shouted over him, straining against the hands that still held him back and making Robin wince.

Nami found herself sighing loudly before giving Robin a knowing look, "Give it up Robin, those two idiots will never get along. Besides Luffy has already eaten everything that was set out for lunch… " She pouted, "Sanji-kun! You couldn't make me something refreshing instead, could you?' She finished, winking cutely at the cook.
Hearts practically leapt from Sanji's chest in that instant, cutting off whatever scathing comment he was about to send Zoro's way.
"Owahh! Of course Nami-swan! Right away! Just let me just clean up first." Sanji exclaimed looking down at his disheveled appearance. The hands around him immediately disappeared and Sanji ran off to make good on his promise.

Even from the kitchen Sanji could hear someone mutter something along the lines of 'Che- disgusting' and could see his rival smoothly sheath his katana before straightening up and heading towards the Crow's Nest.
Rolling his eyes, Sanji sunk to the floor and carefully lit a cigarette. Taking a deep puff, he held the smoke in for a moment longer than normal, hoping to quash the adrenaline still running through his veins from their fight… No luck. Standing up and brushing off his creased suit he figured a shower would have to do the trick, the lovely Nami-san would understand her treat taking a little longer than usual, after all she had asked for it only to separate him from that Neanderthal- he understood that much even if he still begrudged making a lady wait.

The steam was a welcome sight as Sanji turned on the shower. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and stripped himself of his remaining clothes, neatly placing the folded material to one side and stretching out his now aching muscles. Adrenaline still flowing, he stepped under the spray and let the water soak in as he thought back to the fight that had occurred just moments ago; what was it about that stupid Marimo that made it so hard for Sanji to be civil?

Soon Sanji found his hands deftly move to his crotch… he didn't know when thinking of the swordsman had become a habit and it certainly hadn't helped that after their recent fight, Zoro's heavy breathing had led Sanji's gaze briefly away from the man's biting glare and down towards his taut, exposed chest; Robin's hands had held him back, making the Swordsman's well defined muscles stretch under the loosely fitting cloth that the Mosshead considered appropriate attire. He hadnt failed to notice the thin layer of sweat on the man's tanned skin either, almost inviting Sanji to touch and to taste him. 'Perverted cook' was right.

Sanji was fully aware that it was wrong to be thinking of his crewmate- who was not only the wrong gender for his usual tastes but also his rival on this ship- whilst jerking off, but he couldn't help it. That damned Swordsman was always either walking around shirtless or working out ridiculously for hours on end until anyone could see the sweat forming on his perfectly defined chest… Damn, even that hideous scar had started turning Sanji on a little, it was a reminder of Zoro's precarious dream and of the respect the rest of the crew has for his determination… and begrudgingly Sanji had always admired it too. Lately this had changed into him wondering what the scar would feel like to touch? Was it smooth like most scar tissue or more ragged? Would the Swordsman be able to feel his touch if Sanji was to run his finger down the length of it, towards Zoro's stomach? Would it itch, tickle or make him feel good if Sanji were to stroke the marred skin?

Sanji's cock ached at the thought, rubbing himself harder he thought about what his companion looked like below that scar, in general it was hard to miss Zoro's large build- his shoulders were broader than Sanji's, and even his stance was much wider. The weight training meant Zoro's muscles not only ran down his sculptured back but even his ass and thighs were tight with muscle.

Sharing a ship together meant Sanji had caught glimpses of Zoro naked, much to his chagrin, and it wasn't just the man's muscles that were to be admired; he was an impressive size where it counted too. Though Sanji had never seen Zoro turned on, he imagined it now.

Their bodies close enough together that Sanji could see the flush creep up against his rival's tanned skin, his heat rising with every touch. The feeling of Zoro's large cock pressed firmly against his own while his hands rubbed up and down the full length of their members, until the Swordsman's cock became as hard as his own; The sensation heightened by the pre-cum now dripping from them both as the friction drove them crazy.

Sanji moaned as he pictured the moment Zoro's usually arrogant voice would begin to crack in pleasure and imagined his nakama's lips crashing down on his own, fueled by lust.

Nothing about Zoro was gentle so he didn't expect his kisses to be eithe. His hot breath would warm Sanji's lips, bruising slightly from the weight of Zoro's constantly pressing against them. The Swordsman's hand would reach up and snag at his hair, fingertips sending a tingle down the cook's spine and causing his mouth to open with a delirious moan. Ragged and desperate, Zoro's tongue would search the depths of Sanji's mouth, curling across his sensitive palate before entwining itself around his own tongue; such and mix between gentle and rough treatment would make Sanji's legs go weak and his hands would falter under the distraction. Not wanting his the delicious pleasure to stop Zoro's large hand would cup his own, urging the cook's hands to keep moving.

As he imagined the large strokes moving swifter, Sanji found his breath coming shorter and his body shuddered in anticipation; bordering on orgasm. Pleasure caused white to flash before his eyes and he readied himself to come. He could almost feel the Swordsman's hot breath next to his ear.

"Sanji, I'm about to come..." Zoro's ragged words would catch slightly as he tightened his grip below and worked at their members desperately "You too... Come." He urged and just as Sanji heard the man's voice break, he felt himself too explode; a heavy orgasm ripped through them both, unsure who had finished first.

In the shower room, Sanji's knees really did give way and he braced himself until his breathing could return, his warmth expelled against the wall in front… It'd need cleaning up but at the moment Sanji had barely any strength to move. It had been a while since he'd jerked off and it had obviously built up; he had never had such vivid thoughts about his nakama and was still struggling to erase the image of the flushed, aroused man from his head… He supposed he and Zoro would be avoiding each other until dinner time after that fight and to be honest that was probably for the best, he didn't know if he could look at the man with a straight face at the moment. Flushing slightly at the memory, Sanji gathered his strength, stepped out of the shower and dried himself off.

Once he had recovered, Sanji had to admit he felt amazingly refreshed, even if a little embarrassed… He supposed it was fine to think of the Marimo a little on occasion… As long as he never let on, of course.

"Now then Nami-Swan," he said to himself as he carefully pulled his tie up and neatly into place, her pout from earlier returning to his thoughts "…. I wonder what I should be making you and Robin-Cwan for dessert."
Sanji closed his eyes and momentarily pictured their faces as they adoringly praised his latest creation. He carefully lit a new cigarette as his excitement built to a peak and his heart finally leapt from his chest.

"NAMI-SWAAAAN!" He shouted, as he pranced towards the kitchen, unable to restrain himself any longer. "ROBIIN-CWAAN! You can count on me to make you the best dessert. You'll be sure to fall madly in love with me after this!"