Title: Leftovers

Author: Dai Otenba

Disclaimer: One Piece and it's characters belong to Oda Eiichiro, not me. I'm just borrowing them for my sick and twisted fangirlish needs.

Pairings: Chopper/Sanji, Zoro/Sanji

Rating: R

Word Count: 399

Author's notes: Short little thing done in response to the prompt "Sex Pollen" at the Livejournal community Sanji Is A Slut (which is an awesome comm btw, as if the name of it doesn't convince you enough). I regret nothing.

Body wracked by the occasional shiver.

Deep and heavy breathing.

Flushed face.

There was little doubt in his mind that this was nothing more than a fever.

But when that shivering body was pressed flush against his own, trembling hands trailing delicate fingertips along his arms, gripping and caressing from time to time...

Burning heat from those heavy breaths drifting across the side of his face, then his neck, and down the expanse of his chest as a warm forehead rested atop his shoulder...

He knew that there was something wrong. That this was no simple fever.

The next thing he knew he had found himself outside, back pressed against the door of the small quarters he had hastily exited, shaking and heaving in breath, cherishing the cold, rough texture of the wood behind him.

"Chopper?"

Snapping his head in the direction of the voice, the diminutive doctor watched Zoro stare at him with confused eyes. He pointed a hoofed hand towards the door at his side, yelling, "Don't you dare go in there!", straightened out his shorts and hat and rushed off past the swordsman, heading straight towards the dense jungle-like island his crewmates had stopped at for the time being. Before Zoro could even utter a single word, the reindeer shouted out, "That's doctors orders!" Then, he was gone.

It only took Zoro a few seconds to walk towards the forbidden door, open it and peek inside to see what exactly he was being kept away from.

There was Sanji. On the bed in the far corner. With no shirt on. Moaning and writhing and sweaty atop said bed like he was an animal in heat, a hand thrust down the front of his pants. It seemed the other was down the back of his pants, like he was-

Zoro shut the door.

"Chopper has a lot of explaining to do."

Luckily the explanations could wait. He had things to do. Yes... things.

Like show the cook how much of an inadequate job his fingers were doing.

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As Chopper absorbed himself in his surroundings and tried to erase the horrible experience of having almost been molested by one of his beloved nakama, he hoped briefly that Zoro had followed his instructions.

And for a split second, he wondered if he'd find whatever it was that had made Sanji act like... that.

For research purposes of course.