Giwaku na Ai

by poutergeist

Formerly, The Storm. A devious plot had summoned Kuina from the land of the dead. Zoro together with the Strawhat crew try to help her, his loyalty and fondness evident. Where does that leave Sanji? ZoSan.established relationship.

1. Chapter 1

Title: The Storm (temporary title)

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing/Characters: Zoro/Sanji, Zoro/Kuina as well
Rating: T

Disclaimer: They are mine as much as they are yours

A/N: Thanks to randomtwirler for the beta-reading. You're the best!

Chapter 1: The Calm Before the Storm

It was a moment of peace as Sanji watched the sun set on the horizon, and every puff of his cigarette seemed to loosen the tension that was presently knotted in his chest and back. He was pondering whether or not to start dinner preparations, when a set of very manly and very sweaty arms wrapped themselves around him.

"Oi Marimo, you're sweaty..." the cook protested half-heartedly, even as he leaned back against Zoro's chest, his breathing easily synchronizing with the swordsman's.

The marimo just grumbled in his idiotically masculine way; his warm breath caressing the nape of Sanji's neck. The cook suppressed a shudder, despite the soft sigh of contentment that escaped his parted lips.

There was no hesitation as he turned around slowly, touching and caressing Zoro's arms along the way. The cook's own arms finally settled around the marimo's neck as he looked directly into the other's smoldering gaze. His chest swelled as he took in the raw emotion playing in Zoro's eyes, and he thought: Yeah. This is beyond right.

The cook was sure that the same emotion was reflected in his own eyes as the swordsman leaned down and gently pulled him into a kiss. It was different, not the needy, violent kisses they always shared on their passionate romps. It was gentle, almost sweet; the marimo-head was obviously taking his time tasting every corner of Sanji's mouth. The cook reached up and ran a hand through Zoro's soft green hair as his other hand pulled the swordsman closer.

The sun was setting right in front of them, and the swordsman was kissing him- slowly and thoroughly... like they had all the time in the world.

Sanji thought, as they pulled apart and he was breathlessly looking into those eyes again,that it was enough.

It did not matter if the whole world thought that the All Blue was just a myth. As long as his one person believed in him, and as long as that person was beside him... he could take on everything.

Even the whole fucking world.