Author's Notes: This one is to all those YAOI fans out there!!! I tried to be careful with my choice of...words...though. I don't want to get kicked out of this forum.

WARNING: Ahoy! Yaoi, foul language and sexual scenes ahead!!! Please, if you don't like that...DO NOT READ IT!!! Thank you!!!

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Sanji's in the Kitchen with...

All the crew members had finished their meals and gone to bed, while Sanji had stayed up to clean the kitchen and plan the next day's meal. As he finished making final preparations, the cook blew out the candle on the kitchen table before yawning and making his way towards the door.

Without warning a strong pair of hands grabbed the slender blonde from behind and pushed him against the wall.

"Oi!" Yelled the cook in surprise.

Still facing the wall, the cook tried to escape the strong arms hold. However, the blonde was no match as his own arms were forced above his head, and held in place by one of the powerful hands.

"What the hell are you doing?" Hissed the blonde as he felt a hand trying to open one of the buttons of his shirt.

Without warning, the hand ripped the front of the cook's shirt, sending buttons flying to the floor.

"Bastard..." Growled the cook in anger.

Now the hand was massaging the blonde's chest. Squeezing his nipple, before moving lower, over his exposed stomach and down to his belt.

Trying to squirm out of the grip, the cook felt himself being pushed roughly against the wall, until his body stopped it's struggle.

"Asshole..." Muttered the angry blonde.

Pulling at the belt buckle until it was finally free, the hand undid the fly of the cook's pants and quickly pulled down the trousers, letting it slide to the floor.

Most days the cook usually wore underwear beneath his pants, but on that night he had regrettably gone commando, with nothing beneath them.

Finally, the pressure against his back decreased and the blonde was able to move slightly away from the wall.

Rubbing across his stomach, the hand returned in full force. Groping lower and lower until it was over his manhood, massaging the tender flesh, making the cook moan and writhe.

Pushing him to the edge, the hand disappeared once more.

"Prick..." Came the disappointed words from the cook.

The hand was now behind him, covered in something oily and slippery. It slowly pushed into the cook. One finger, which turned into two, then three. It was uncomfortable to say the very least, but the blonde didn't want it to stop.

Soon, something large began to push it's way in, but stopped as the hand returned to his the cook's hardened member, wrapping itself around the shaft and slowly moving back and forth.

Groaning with pleasure and pain, the blonde felt the object behind him pushing deep within him, as the hand continued to stroke him. Then the object hit something within him, and the cook let out a gasp.

Now the object started to move back and forth, matching the hand's movement. Almost out of the cook, then plunging all the way back in. Hitting that spot, over and over again.

The blonde bucked as he felt like his knees were about to give way.

Then it happened. The cook felt the sudden release, as he felt both the warmth escaping his member and the warmth spreading deep within himself.

Breathing heavily, the blonde leaned against the wall, too preoccupied with trying to catch his breath to notice the second hand had released him, and the body that had pressed against him was gone.

"Incredible..." Was the word that fell from the blonde as he turned around to see...nothing.

Left alone in the kitchen, half naked and exposed, the cook dressed himself.

"Shitty Swordsman!" Steamed the cook as he finished cleaning up the kitchen and started back for the men's quarters.

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Asleep in his hammock, the green-haired swordsman opened a bleary eye as the blonde cook shook him awake.

"Oi! Dumbass!" Whispered the cook as he tried not to wake up the other three occupants of the room. "Where did you go? I'm not a side of meat you know. You can't just have your way and leave..."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Snapped the swordsman, eyes still half-asleep.

"But...in the kitchen..." The blonde stuttered.

"What about the kitchen?" The swordsman watched as the blonde's face started to turn bright red.

"Um," the cook started to speak as his blue-eye searched the room, looking at the other three males, before returning to the green-haired man in his hammock. "Nevermind..."

Frowning and muttering to himself, the blonde climbed into his own hammock, not noticing the swordsman's green eyes watching him.

As the swordsman's eyes closed, a wide smirk stretched across his face.

"I'll have to tell him," thought Zoro to himself as he slipped back to sleep, "eventually..."

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Author's Notes: And, I'll probably write another one...eventually! LOL! Hope you yaoi fans enjoyed this! Mahalo and Aloha!