Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece. ZoSan either.

Zoro sat motionless in a corner while his eyes, like those of a predator, were locked on his prey, surveying each and every of his movement. It took him every ounce of his will power to contain himself, more precisely calming his junior.

He wondered why he was feeling like this though. He never felt the urge of wanting to fuck someone so badly because he was a fucking vir- he dared not say or even think about the word. He was way too embarrassed and would rather die than admitting it. But he growled silently on thinking that maybe the subject of his attention was not.

Zoro never questioned his sexuality. Sure, girls were nice but he never felt any attraction for them. And that also concerned men. He felt rather disgusted on thinking about the latter. But why was the cook an exception?

He felt like an animal in heat these past few days. His mind was filled with the want of grabbing the blond, pinning the latter under him, fucking him senseless, marking him and making the world know that this man was his. Confine him if possible or even bind him to him, making him unable to live without him.

…Since when had he become so possessive?

Zoro dared not move an inch from where he was seated as he was afraid that if he did, his other self, whom he was trying so much to control, would snap and pounce on the appetizing blond, taking him at that very moment and place.

He tried to go in a trance, more like meditating as he sat cross-legged on the floor, breathing in and out long breaths to rid his mind of everything.

But his other senses kept ruining his efforts. His hands were itching to feel the smooth, baby like skin of his, that slim waist, those nicely molded hips and not to forget that lovely behind. Zoro licked his lips on thinking about that taut ass.

He so much wanted to run his fingers in his golden hair and inhale his unique enticing scent. He shivered slightly on picturing himself carrying out his fantasies.

Why was he in the kitchen then, when he was having this much trouble of controlling his instincts?

Because of the fucking rain! Not that he minded to be soaked. At first, he simply wanted to keep the cook company because the others were out exploring the island, leaving him and Sanji all alone and by themselves: a reason more to have stayed real~ far away but he did not do so. Strange.

Zoro opened his eyes with a start and backed away on reflex. The man of his fantasies looked at him oddly with a glint of hurt in his expression.

"Wh-what do you want?" he snapped, heart beating furiously.

"What's your problem, Shit head?! And here I was trying to be nice and give you a blanket 'cause I thought you were cold there sleeping. Guess you don't need it." Sanji flung the blanket over his shoulder with an annoyed expression.

"No need for your concern, Curly," came the harsh reply.

"What did you say?" Sanji's face was contorted with anger as he grabbed hold of Zoro's shirt, pulling him up on his feet in the process. "You want to fight, Marimo?"

"Bring it on!" smirked Zoro.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Sanji arched his back and let his body fall down to the floor but before the impact, he used his hand as support while his leg flew up and collided with the stunned swordsman's face, sending him crashing into the wall on his left side.

Sanji gracefully hopped back onto his feet and broke a pause with his right hand on his hip, grinning.

Zoro got up on his feet and charged at the cook with one of his swords. "You asshole!" he snarled.

Sanji jumped backward as he avoided the sharp blade by barely a few centimeters away from his chest. Zoro was not holding back at all and neither was Sanji. Both were glad for that. None of them underestimated the other.

But fighting in the kitchen proved to be a rather unfit ground for fighting. The room was too narrow and Sanji had to make sure not to bump into and break anything while he jumped and kicked. After all, the kitchen was his sanctuary and it was pretty obvious that Zoro was having the upper hand this time.

However, Sanji did not back down. He pivoted again on his heel and aimed for a good kick at Zoro's face but his attack failed as Zoro skilfully brought down his sword in a flash. Sanji barely dodged and lost balance.

Zoro smirked as he straddled the grunting cook on the floor. He raised his sword and brought it down perpendicular to Sanji's face. His eyes widened in fear and his body stopped struggling under the swordsman's body.

The blond had his eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the pain to hit him but felt nothing. He opened one of his eyes hesitantly and saw the tip of Zoro's sharp sword only an inch above his forehead. He gulped hard.

"Scared?" teased Zoro.

"No way, Crappy Swordsman."

"Do you realize that you are not in a position to insult me?" Zoro's face scrunched up in annoyance but was happy that Sanji was not someone weak and easily dominated.

Sanji tucked out his tongue and this caught him by surprise.

Cute.

Zoro gulped and planted his sword next to Sanji's head who no longer looked scared anymore. Instead, his blue eyes were engaged in an eye staring contest with Zoro's dark ones. Sanji felt a shudder wrack his entire body. That green haired man was looking down at him with such intensity. It was the look of a starved man.

A few seconds passed by which felt like long minutes. Finally, Zoro brought his face down and caught Sanji's still tucked out tongue with his teeth. A moan escaped from Sanji's lips and his eyes widened in shock and confusion.

Zoro nipped his tongue and Sanji gave out a louder moan. Satisfied, Zoro grinned and let him go. Sanji, still confused with what just happened, concentrated on catching back his breath.

"What are you doi-" but his protest was cut off as a mouth crashed onto his. This time, Zoro pushed his tongue past Sanji's lips, licked the inside of his mouth, exploring it. Sanji moaned into his forceful kiss but did not seem to dislike it. They broke apart when both of them were out of breath, gasping for air.

"Why did you do that?" asked Sanji in between his breaths. Zoro appeared intimidating as he loomed over him, hands on each side of his head, trapping him.

Instead of answering him, he bent down again and gave a lick on Sanji's lips. The man, startled slightly, shivered with a bright tint of red colouring his face.

This time, Sanji tried to push him away but gasped under the heavy weight of his. Zoro pushed his knee in between Sanji's legs while his hands fumbled with his necktie to finally yank it off from his neck rather forcefully.

"Hey!" Sanji protested and pushed harder against Zoro's chest. But in a swift motion, Zoro caught his hands and tied them with the necktie, pulling a messy but firm knot.

Sanji debated harder and he slowly felt a fear that he had never felt before. "Stop." His voice trembled.

"No way I'm gonna stop." Zoro shook his head. "I'm going to make you mine," he cooed in his ear and teasingly blew on his neck, raising goose bumps on his skin.

"No. Zoro!" pleaded Sanji, eyes tearing a little.

"Aww come on, don't tell me it's your first time. You must have been in my position a lot of times with some females on some islands-" Zoro stopped when he noticed Sanji's lips pressed into a tight line, wavering a bit. "Don't tell me you are a FUCKING VIRGIN!" he exclaimed.

Lips trembling, Sanji reluctantly gave him a nod while he averted his eyes.

"Oh my fucking god!" Zoro laughed.

"Don't laugh!"

"I'm so happy! Gosh!" Zoro rubbed his face in Sanji's chest, inhaling deep.

"What are you saying?!"

"Haha" Zoro raised his head.

"You are telling me you are a virgin," he said again, but this time like a statement while he watched Sanji's face changed from annoyance to embarrassment.

Bringing his mouth near his ear again, he whispered, "Me too"

To be continued...