A/N: I wanted to write this pairing, but I'm not sure if I did too well. It's a rather arbitrary story. Please review! I love seeing reviews appear. Thanks! :)

"I fucking hate you!" Sanji yelled, his kick connecting squarely with Zoro's chest.

The green haired man made no attempt to dodge and fell back, smashing through the men's quarters into the bathroom.

"Okay, I deserved that!" Zoro admitted.

"Why would you do that?" Sanji asked, slumping against the wall. "Why the hell would you do that?!"

"It wasn't my fault!" Zoro threw his hands up in the air. "Will you just listen for one second?"

"I don't want to listen to anything," the cook looked down. "I just want you to leave me the fuck alone, do you understand that you damn swordsman?"

"I understand that love cook," Zoro walked over and took Sanji's hands in his.

"Don't call me love cook!" Sanji fumed, wrenching his hands away from Zoro. "Don't call me anything! Don't ever say my name! Didn't you hear me, I fucking hate you!"

"Just listen Sanji," Zoro said gently. "What happened between Robin and me wasn't what you thought!"

"Yeah, just remind me of the way you fucking broke my heart," Sanji shook his head sarcastically, trying to block out Zoro's words.

"I wasn't aware that you loved me," Zoro raised an eyebrow.

Sanji was torn. He wanted to wrap his arms around Zoro and tell him never to leave. He wanted to pull that damn marimo down by the collar and give him a kiss that would leave him reeling. He wanted to say that yes, he loved him, he would do anything for him, and he couldn't survive without him.

Yet, he couldn't do any of these things. He wouldn't do any of these things.

Sanji had loved him since the day that they were alone on the ship. Everyone was out shopping or exploring, and the two had been left on watch. Sanji had just finished dinner and the next thing he knew Zoro was on top of him. They were lost in their own world, in each other.

"Well I did," Sanji replied icily. "Obviously not anymore, since you seem to be much happier kissing Robin-chan! What else have you done with her, you god damn bastard?"

"Look Sanji, she kissed me," Zoro explained hurriedly. "I had no part in it."

"Then why were you in her room?" Sanji asked, his voice very quiet.

It was evident that he had a very hard time saying all these things. It was almost too painful for him to even form the words.

"I went to explain that I love you," Zoro sighed. "And that I hadn't fallen for her womanly charm, contrary to what she thought."

"You love me?" Sanji looked up, trying to hide the hope that was blooming in his eyes.

"Yes," Zoro nodded, finally divulging his true feelings.

Sanji tackled Zoro, and a smile spread across the swordsman's face. The blonde ran his hands through soft green hair as Zoro pulled him into a long kiss. They were both out of breath when they broke away.

"I still hate you," Sanji declared, unable to hold in his happy sigh.

"Am I forgiven?" Zoro inquired.

"Yeah," Sanji returned the smile.

"This better not happen again next week love cook," Zoro warned.

"We don't have huge fights that often you damn marimo," Sanji denied it.

"Let me think," Zoro put his hand to his chin in mockery. "Last week, the week before that, the week before that. Should I go on?"

"Well I think you like it," Sanji shrugged, a devilish grin appearing on his face.

"Just stop talking," Zoro groaned, putting a rough finger on Sanji's lips and rolling over on top of him.