Sanji had been listless these past few weeks. Zoro did not know what to do with his boyfriend. It wasn't as if Sanji was not doing his job as a partner; no, he still did and gave everything that Zoro wanted or needed, but that afternoon, after a hot make out session and heated argument, Sanji became quiet as he sat on the sofa. He stared out the enormous window of their bedroom, without his clothes on, and just smoked.

Orange and red hues painted the horizon as the sun slowly set. Buildings and some apartments covered the skyline a little, but Sanji did not even seem to notice that it was blocking the view. Smoke lazily went up as he breathed out after taking a drag from his cigarette. His blonde hair reflected the light outside since the interior was dark as of this moment; hence, it looked as if it were a maple leaf. The blonde curtain that usually covered the right side of his face was currently disheveled, showing the curly eyebrow and blue iris of his eye.

It's not like Zoro did not like the view by the window. Sanji, the only man that he ever thought was handsome (or beautiful, depending on the day), was his and only his. Even his colleagues in the dojo where he worked at were envious that he was able to get Sanji. Those creamy white lean six pack were heaven to look at and he had just enough self control not to run to where he was and slide his hands (or tongue) over them.

Tangled in the dark bedsheets and blanket, Zoro was able to watch Sanji properly when he propped his head against the headboard, his elbows supporting his weight. He dared not disturb the man as he gently eased himself up from where he sat and went to the nightstand, tapping his cigarette on the ashtray that was now filled with the rest of Sanji's wasted cigarette butts. He took another drag before he finally put it out.

This time, knowing his boyfriend was finally calmer, Zoro cleared his throat and spoke softly, "What's bothering you? Are you okay?"

Zoro knew that moving to Japan was the hardest decision that Sanji had to make in his entire life. He was already famous in Manhattan, living the life of a respected chef who already had his own restaurant. He had to give up everything just for Zoro to achieve his. Not only that, but he had to move to a country that was an unknown territory; a place where he had never been to. It was, Zoro had thought, was the noblest thing someone had to offer him. But right now, he was not so sure if Sanji was happy just to be with him.

"Hmm? I think," Sanji answered hesitantly, "I am."

Zoro felt the bed dip as Sanji laid down next to him. He could smell the faint smoke that clung to the blonde as he snuggled to his boyfriend. He did not often do it, but at times like this, he wanted Sanji to know that he was needed. He craved Sanji like how his boyfriend craved cigarettes. It's just a matter of timing whenever he was like this and he knew that Sanji enjoyed this sort of attention. After all, the blonde was a romantic.

"Are you sure?" Zoro asked once more. "You seem," he paused for a few seconds to fish for the right word, "off."

He rubbed Sanji's collarbone as he waited for an answer. Sanji never liked it when Zoro pressed him for answers and though he was a bit impatient, Zoro did not want a fight that was sure to brew if he did not hold his horses.

Sanji's next answer caught him off guard. "I watched a porn last night and I wanted to try it."

"Porn?" his voice hitched as he repeated the only word that registered clearly in his brain. What kind of porn, Zoro wanted to ask. He knew that Sanji was straight as fuck before they met, and he never asked what happened to the blonde's sexuality. Sanji's nose still bled whenever he saw a woman that was his taste, but never did Zoro see him cheat. Not that he wanted to, of course.

However, Sanji's answer sort of hurt because he never realized that Sanji still watched porn. And while Zoro was at work! Was it a heterosexual porn? Was it gay porn? Zoro was not sure.

"Uh..." Sanji stirred in his embrace and he knew that his boyfriend was embarrassed. "I have no idea how to tell you."

Zoro wanted to switch on the lights just to take a look at Sanji's face. Whenever the blonde was shy or embarrassed, his pale skin would turn into rubies and Zoro did nothing else but laugh at him. Except right now, Sanji was telling him something too personal to laugh at. "Okay," he said quietly as he continued to massage his partner, "I'm listening."

Sanji sighed heavily before he answered, making Zoro grip a little harder on his collarbone. "It was a threesome."

TBC

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I just wanted to introduce what would happen so... I hope this would excite you though.