Oh god what have i done...its 2am and i have a final in 6 hours and for some reason instead of studying i made this...fuck Zosan for becoming my OTP...not really smut but lets just say...heavy make outs and dry humping and touching. and also adorable captains being a cockblock. yeah. one shot might be a two shot i dunno...this is my first time writing something this...explict...hope you like it.

The door to the gallery opened, going unnoticed to the male already in the room who was focused intently on the vegetables he was cutting with ease and precision. The male at the door paused for a second, taking a second to appreciate the sight of the cook in his element. If he didn't know any better, he'd say the other was in a meditative state, his movements flowing and uninterrupted, not even by the unlit cigarette between his lips. He somehow remembered that the cook didn't like to smoke in the kitchen, something about ruining his sense of taste and the food. His hands were steady and rhythmic, and the male at the door would dare say he could probably make a fine swordsman if he ever decided to fight with his hands, despite the fact his hands simply weren't made for swordsmanship-

Grunting, he pushed the thoughts away, wondering just when he started paying attention to such details.

Hearing the grunt, the cook jumped ever so slightly, something he wouldn't ever admit to the infuriating marimo at the door. He didn't even hear the green haired bastard enter, his focus entirely on the meal he was preparing. Fixing Zoro with a scowl, he bared his teeth around the cigarette.

"Get the hell out, there's no booze and dinner won't be ready for a while, shitty swordsman."

Zoro felt his scowl deepen at the tone, his eyebrow twitching at the insult. The cook always seemed to push his buttons and make him react violently.

"I just came here for a drink of water, shitty cook, no need to get your panties in a bunch. It's hot out and Chopper keeps pestering me to keep my fluids up since I work out the most."

Sanji seemed to study him a moment with his one visible blue eye, his curled brow lowered suspiciously. Zoro refused to break eye contact, glaring at him with one dark eye until Sanji sighed, most of the building tension leaving his body as he moved to fill a cup with water. He all but threw it at Zoro, turning back around to resume dinner preparations. He felt as Zoro moved to put the cup in the sink, but hesitated before leaving.

"If you don't need anything else you can go. It's not like you'd offer to help me cook, not that I'd let you." Sanji said, dismissing the green haired swordsman with his sarcasm. He heard Zoro growl softly.

"Even with my help your cooking won't be any less shitty."

"What was that you useless Marimo swordsman?" Sanji snapped, turning around and just barely stopping himself from kicking the moss head upside the head. He didn't want to ruin his kitchen after all, since their fights were usually…intense.

Zoro didn't respond, readying himself for the inevitable kick and raising a curious fine green brow when it never came. That was a first. After a beat of silence and an intense stare down, Zoro felt himself become angry and annoyed. Why the hell was the shitty cook always starting fights with him? Granted, he didn't really help and sometimes enjoyed coaxing the cook into fighting him way too much, but the cook seemed to seriously hate sharing the same space as him. He usually wouldn't care, seeing as they would fight together when the time called for it, but they were nakama! Why out of all of them did it have to be him?!

Before he could stop himself, he growled out. "Why the hell are you always picking fights with me, curlycue?!"

Sanji's eye widened a bit at the question. Why did he always pick fights with him? Sure Zoro just rubbed him the wrong way but sometimes there was just this…tension between them he couldn't place his finger on. It was easier to ignore it and pick fights than it was to search and explain those feelings.

But he was never going to tell the other man that.

"Because I can't stand your face, now beat it, Marimo."

Zoro growled, his one functioning eye narrowing dangerously. Sanji would also never admit he found the look kind of hot. If anyone asked, he only was attracted to his precious Nami swan and Robin chwan.

"I'm serious. We're nakama. How are we supposed to protect the crew if we're too busy trying to kill each other?!"

The blond paused for once again. They were nakama, but they always fared well didn't they? They could push their rivalry to the side for the sake of the crew when the time came. But what if the green haired algae was right? What if their teamwork could be better if they just…got along?

Sanji shook his head, dismissing the thought. Things couldn't change. Their rivalry was what kept them both sharp and on edge. Two dominant personalities would always be at each other's throats.

But what if they did get along? Share stories of their past, of the demons that kept them both up at night and that had Zoro training furiously? Actually train with each other instead of trying to best the other?

No, they couldn't. If they did it would only be a matter of time before feelings came out of the dark and he couldn't have that. They were nakama first and foremost, and any feelings other than mutual nakamaship and respect were dangerous.

He couldn't let their rivalry change.

"It's none of your concern, Zoro."

Sanji turned back to his cooking, slightly tense at the use of Zoro's name. He could literally count on his fingers how many times he called the other by his proper name. It was usually "Marimo" or "bastard" or "Idiot swordsman." He just hoped that the use of his name would convey how serious he was about wanting to drop the subject.

Zoro on the other hand completely froze, staring wide eyed at the back of the blond. He had to repress the shiver that threatened to run up his spine. Every time the cook used his name it sent a wave of…something through him. His stomach was warm and fluttery and clenched all at the same time.

Thinking of it now, he never called the cook by his name either. Deciding to use the name to convey how serious he was as well, Zoro chose his words carefully, running the name over his head a few times, wondering just how it would roll on his tongue.

"I think it concerns me as much as it does you, Sanji."

Zoro mentally went through the name as it rolled off his tongue. It was surprisingly easy, and left a strange feeling in his stomach, his heart rate speeding up a bit. The cook completely froze, not even turning to look at him. It wasn't exactly the reaction he was expecting, but then again he didn't know what to expect with the ero-cook.

There was a growing tension in the room neither man could place nor wanted to dwell on.

Sanji had to swallow a few times before he could clear his mind and try to form sentences. Zoro never called him by his name, ever. Hearing his name roll off of that deep baritone was just…intoxicating. He suddenly wanted to hear it again, but he was too prideful to ask. No, of course not. He'd bait the idiot into using it by using his own name.

"I don't see how, Roronoa Zoro." He shot back quietly, looking at him through the fringe of his blond hair, thankful it curtained his eye so the other couldn't see the growing arousal. His voice came out a bit deeper than he'd like, but he could always blame the atmosphere.

Zoro hissed that time, visibly shivering. Sanji smirked, looks like he wasn't the only one being affected.

"Because we're nakama, Blackleg Sanji. I think I have a right to know what's going on with you." Zoro shot back, his voice a bit deeper than before as well. He took a few tentative steps forward until he was close enough to the cook that he could easily see the cook tense as a red blush climbed up his neck and disappeared under the blond curtain of hair. For some reason that reaction made Zoro feel all the more smug, his own body temperature rising as he fought off a blush on his own cheeks.

"You don't have a right to know anything Zoro."

"I want to know what I did to make you hate me so much Sanji."

"I don't hate you, Zoro."

"Well it certainly seems like it, Sanji."

"Zoro, there are just things that I can't tell you and this is one of them."

"Then let me in, Sanji. Please."

Sanji swallowed. Fuck was it getting hot in here or was it him? He didn't even notice that the idiot was slowly getting closer, and by now he was pretty much pinning him between the counter and his warm body.

Sanji turned to him fully, slightly taken aback by the intense look in that dark eye. He could only imagine what his own blue eyes looked like as he stared back with that same intensity. Zoro was actually asking him to trust him. He didn't say it directly but he didn't need to.

And he said please.

He didn't know which one moved first, but suddenly there was a soft brush of lips against his own, hot breath mingling with his own as he parted his lips slightly on reflex. He was a ladies man, a gentleman to the core, but right now he wanted nothing more than for Zoro to close the distance between them and just take him. Take him with the passion and intensity and ferocity he always had when he fought, with him and against him.

Fuck, Sanji didn't think he'd been so turned on in his life.

"Zoro…"

It was a choked and broken request, but a request all the same. Zoro didn't need to be told twice as he tangled his fingers through golden hair and pressed their lips together roughly. Sanji let out a gasp that he would never admit to as he turned his body fully, dropping his cooking utensils as he wrapped his arms over the broad shoulders of the swordsman, pulling him flush against his body, trapping him even more between the counter and the marimo.

Zoro gave a soft grunt of approval as he leaned against Sanji, one hand holding its position in his hair and the other leaning his swords against the counter and wrapping around his hips to pull them closer together still. The moment their lower halves made contact, a spark of pleasure was sent through both of them as their hardened members rubbed against each other. Both men gasped at the sensation, Zoro's grip tightening as a low growl found its way from his throat and Sanji all but clawing at the back of Zoro's shirt.

Zoro moved his hips again, rubbing their erections together sinfully, eager to make the infuriating blond fall apart. Sanji gripped his shirt tightly, hoisting himself up and wrapping his powerful legs around the swordsman, never stopping the grinding of their hips. Sanji's head was tipped back in pleasure as he used his legs to move his hips against Zoro's, both of them finding a rhythm that they liked. Gasps and moans were panted from Sanji's mouth and Zoro's own heavy breathing let Sanji know he wasn't the only one enjoying this.

Zoro took advantage of Sanji's exposed neck to kiss, nip and suck at the porcelain skin. He felt the full shudder it sent down Sanji's body, Sanji whimpering as his rhythm faltered and a hand sneaked between their flush bodies, palming at Zoro's erection.

"Ah, Zoro…Zoro…"

The sound of his name strained on Sanji's lips almost made Zoro orgasm then and there. With a groan he pulled back, burying his face in Sanji's surprisingly muscular but lean chest.

"Sanji…"

Sanji groaned loudly at the need in Zoro's voice. Zoro pulled Sanji's face down for an intense kiss, nipping at the blond's lower lips until he parted them so he could slip his tongue in the cook's mouth, tasting every corner of his mouth. He tasted like cigarettes and spices, no doubt from when he was cooking, and a taste that was all uniquely Sanji.

Sanji pushed his tongue back against Zoro's, panting and whining mixing with Zoro's grunts and groans. Never one to simply be dominated, his tongue pushed back at Zoro's with challenge, wresting and massaging the other muscle until his senses were overloaded with steel and sake and a taste that could only be described as Zoro. Their battle of tongues only stopped when Zoro managed to sneak a hand to join Sanji's, pressing against the hot and wet erection in Sanji's pants. Sanji shuddered once more, his back arching beautifully into Zoro as if he couldn't get enough. With his red, moist, kiss swollen lips, blond hair messed up and face of pleasure, Zoro swore loudly, feeling his climax nearing. By the way Sanji was whining and moaning openly, he could only guess he was close as well.

"Zoro…Zoro I'm going to…" Sanji moaned brokenly. Zoro shivered, feeling his own arousal about to peak.

"Sanji…me too…"

Suddenly the galley door slammed open, making both men jump in surprise. Zoro released Sanji, jumping back only to forget Sanji's freakishly strong legs were still wrapped around him, taking the cook down with him, or rather, on top of him.

"Sanji! When is the meat- oh…Zoro? Sanji?"

With both their faces red as tomatoes, swordsman and cook glared at their idiot captain, who stood there looking confused as ever as he picked his nose.

"Why are you both red? Why is Sanji on top of you Zoro?"

"DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK?!" They both yelled, not wanting to get up in their embarrassing state.

Luffy simply looked between them for a second before letting out a childlike laugh, turning and leaving.

"Shishishishishi~ Next time you guys want to jump each other like horny teenagers lock the door. Just make sure you don't get anything in the meat."

As Luffy left, Sanji jumped off of Zoro, beat red. "This is all your fault you stupid idiot marimo!"

"My fault? How was I supposed to know he'd just jump in shitty cook?"

"You should have locked the door if you were going to come in here and molest me shitty swordsman!"

"Molest you?! You're the one who was making obscene noises shitty Perverted cook!"

Sanji turned fully red at that, growling at the infuriating swordsman.

"Just get out already! The mood is ruined! I have to finish dinner anyway."

Zoro grumbled, sliding his swords in place as he made way to leave. Sanji turned back to his ingredients, frustrated and trying to remember what he was doing when he felt strong arms wrap around him. He turned to chew the swordsman out, only to be silenced by a pair of lips. Zoro sent him a smirk that threatened to respark the fire in his body.

"Hurry up with dinner, love cook. I want to hear you scream my name when I'm through with you."

Let's just say Sanji never finished dinner so fast.