Actual warnings for actual NSFWness. Real and imagined. I know, it took me by surprise too. I was just intending to have half naked, fresh from the shower Sanji, but instead Sanji insisted he would spend his free time like this.

Master Post

Most of the NHL players at the Olympics preferred to stay outside of the Athletes Village. One couldn't really blame them. The rooms in the Village were set up like dorms at a university. Small rooms. At a small university. That had to cut corners last minute so they could house a few thousand more students. With an NHL salary, the players tended to find somewhere more extravagant to bunk.

That wasn't the case with Sanji's roommate. No, this high profile NHL rockstar was content to slum in the cramped quarters with someone he'd never even met before. It was weird. But then again, Ace D Portgas wasn't your average celebrity.

Ace was the kind of guy who took pleasure in the simple things in life. Sleep, food, hockey. Lather rinse repeat. Even when it came to his contract, he preferred to remain loyal to his home town rather than taking the buckets of money Detroit offered to throw at him. Ace had a no-trade agreement with the Flames, and he intended to stay in Calgary until he retired.

Sanji had learned all of this doing a basic Google search once he'd found out who his roommate was. It was the smart thing to do to make sure he wasn't sharing space with a total sociopath. He'd also learned that aside from a brother who played in one of the junior leagues, most of Ace's family had died when he was still a little kid. Sanji could relate to that much at least.

Personality wise, "Fire-Fist Ace" was a guy who loved to get in bar fights, spent his free time thrill seeking, and never missed a Stampede. He was sweet and polite according to his Twitter feed (Assuming he hadn't just hired someone to do his Twitter feed). He liked tattoos, but made a lot of weird decisions about them. Who got a tattoo of their own name? From an artist so drunk he couldn't even spell a common three letter word, no less? And then, who kept the mess that was made instead of having something put over it?

At that point in his investigation, Sanji had gone down an internet hole, and spent the next few hours laughing at terrible tattoo mistakes with Nami. Which was probably why he'd never come across the information that his temporary roommate was narcoleptic.

It was a little disturbing, and at first he thought the guy was fucking with him. It happened in the middle of a conversation they were having about where you could find the best poutine. Sanji preferred Elgin St. Diner in Ottawa, but Ace was a Québec poutine purist. Suddenly, Ace informed him he was pretty tired, put his head back, and just fell asleep. If it wasn't for the Medical Alert bracelet, Sanji would have been offended.

While Ace cat-napped, Sanji decided to head to the common room for all of the Team Canada athletes. A 'Thundersnow' storm had taken out the power to the main dining hall. Luckily, the Team Canada common room had a small kitchen where he should be able to whip something simple up for the pair of them to share.

Three hours later the skater was the most popular man on 'campus,' thanks to hungry young athletes who didn't know how to fend for themselves, and to skills he'd learned working at his adopted father's restaurant. There wasn't a lot of food—no one was expecting to need to stock the common rooms with much since there was a dining hall for that sort of thing—but Sanji knew how to make food stretch.

It helped that some guy named Marco was on board with making sure he got any supplies he asked for. Sanji learned that Marco was a friend of Ace's. He to played hockey for Team Canada, and he was another star athlete who had decided to slum it in the Village. He'd been born in Vancouver but lived in Arizona where he played for the Coyotes.

Based on intel from Marco, Sanji decided to bring Ace back something to eat. Apparently there were a few "rare" things (like sleeping, hockey, and breathing) that made Ace hungry. Marco was also helpful in finding out just what food Ace liked best, what he was allergic to, and how to tell when Ace was just being polite versus when he actually liked what he was eating.

Sanji suspected that Marco had more than just a passing interest in deciding if Ace liked what he was eating, but didn't comment on it. Don't ask don't tell in Russia, after all. Still, it was sweet the way Marco couldn't help but smile when he said Ace's name.

The athletes' rooms had a small lobby with doors leading to the hall, the bathroom, their bedroom, and a TV room with a sofa and two chairs. "Oi, Ace. You awake?" Sanji called out as he hipped open the door to the TV room, but Ace wasn't there. "Guess so," he said and set the plate down on one of the chairs.

Taped over the note Sanji had left for Ace to say where he'd gone, Ace had left a note explaining he'd gone to visit his brother. Sanji had no idea that Ace's brother was at the games too. It was weird that Marco didn't mention another Portgas on the team. Or maybe his brother was just visiting him at the games. Which, if that was true, was a really nice thing to do. It would be nice to have a sibling like that.

Not knowing what else to do—He doubted Russian cable would hold much interest when he couldn't speak the language—Sanji slipped his phone out of his pocket and texted Nami. IWhat are you up to?/I

As though Nami's phone was already in her hands when she got his text, her response was fairly immediate. ILingerie pillow fight. /I

Sanji felt the blood drain from his face and travel south. His hand followed to give himself a little rub, appreciating the mental image like a proper pervert should. IPictures or it didn't happen. /I Please let there be pictures.

ILater./I

Oh, fuck yes. That would be amazing. Sanji slipped one hand in a pocket and squirmed from one foot to the other before replying, IPromise? /I

There was a longer delay before Nami replied again. IOnly if you're good./I

IDamn. No chance of that./I If Sanji thought there was any sort of possibility of getting pictures of Robin and Nami in their lingerie, he would have been better behaved than the Pope. More likely, however, was that Nami wasn't really in the mood to chat. She was probably getting beauty rest before she was ready to hit the bar scene in Sochi. Not that she needed it. IPing me when you're ready to go out? /I

IOf course. /I

Sanji slipped his phone back into his pocket and stood in the room trying to decide what to do. He'd already done the Team Canada socialising. The dining hall still wasn't an option. Ace was gone out with his brother. There weren't a lot of events on day one that he could go watch. He'd already been shopping. And there wasn't really enough time to go anywhere if he was planning on going out with Nami later.

Leave it to Sanji to get bored at one of the most exciting events in the world.

Still, with Ace out, Sanji was free to make use of their dorm however he wanted to. A rarity for a man who'd grown up in what could be best described as a frat house for retired fighter-cooks. It was nice to be alone. The other half of his time was spent with two of the sexiest and situationally unavailable women on the entire planet. Who were apparently off somewhere having a pillow fight together…

His hand slid down to rub at himself, and it was only after a few strokes that he realised he was doing it. The idea of Nami and Robin, all sweaty and nearly naked while they jumped around on big plush beds, feathers floating around in the air… One would get stuck in Nami's hair, and Robin would reach out to pluck it free. Then she would tickle it down the side of Nami's face, let it dance over her plush lips, slide along her jaw.

Robin would let the feather fly away so she could brush the pad of her thumb over the same trail. Nami would be tentative and a little uncertain, but Robin would guide her through it. Her long, manicured fingernails would scrape gently down the side of Nami's neck. She would slip the strap of Nami's camisole off one shoulder, and just let it hang there.

Then Robin would look Nami in the eyes, and Nami would beg her for more with just a look. Robin would dip in to let her mouth trail chaste kisses over the side of Nami's neck, and Nami would gasp. Her pale breasts would be heaving in her satiny pink lingerie as they tried to break free of the delicate fabric that was just a little too small to properly contain them.

Sanji bit his lower lip and looked around again to make absolutely certain he was alone before sliding his hand into his pants. Gentle touches, almost uncertain over his boxer briefs. He was toying with himself. Teasing. Just like he imagined Robin was teasing Nami at that same moment.

Then Robin's fingers would find one perfect nipple where it was hidden beneath the fabric. Just a flick. A little touch. And Nami would moan sweetly as her body responded. Three more little brushes over the satin. The nipple was excited enough to get hard, pointing at Robin in invitation.

Robin would take that invitation. She would duck down and run her tongue along the fabric, licking and wetting it, and letting Nami feel her mouth on her body, if not her skin. Then Robin would reach up and begin to palm Nami's other breast, because Robin was kind and wouldn't want the other breast to get jealous of the attention. When it too became pert, she would move her lips over to that one as well.

Sanji closed his eyes and let the fingers of his free hand trail over his dress shirt to find one of his own nipples. With short nails, he bit and teased and plucked until it stood at attention.

Instead of licking Nami's other breast, she would close her lips on the point giving just the hint of a bite. Nami would groan at that, and brush her fingers through Robin's hair, whispering her name. It would be hard to think, hard to breathe in the tight lingerie, but Robin wouldn't give her the chance to get out of it.

Instead, Robin would continue trailing her mouth lower. She would slide her hands inside of Nami-san's top so that she could rub her fingers on her perfect stomach. Nami had made Robin wait for this for so long that Robin would return the favour, laying her slowly back against the wall.

Sanji's cock was throbbing, waking up under the tentative touches that mirrored Robin's in his imagination. His hips had a mind of their own, urging more contact with his hand until he too needed to lean back against the wall for stability.

Robin would kneel in front of her. She would continue rubbing and stroking Nami while her mouth travelled south. Ever south. And Nami would part her legs. She wouldn't know what to expect, and she wouldn't be sure if this was right, but she would do it anyway. She would invite Robin to simply take anything she wanted.

Robin wanted Nami. She wanted her so bad she could already taste her. But Robin was patient. She wanted to make sure this was perfect, and that Nami had the best time possible. So caring and kind…

As a reward for Nami opening herself to Robin, the raven haired beauty would dip in to lick a line up from the inside of Nami's knee to just short of where her satin panties began. Robin could smell how wet Nami was already, but she still wasn't done teasing. With a brush of teeth, Robin adjusted so that she could travel the same path up on Nami's other leg.

Sanji couldn't move with the thought of it all. It was like he was paralyzed by his own thoughts, unable to stop himself from moaning along with them.

Robin would hold Nami in place with her hands. Tight and secure. Sometimes they would be on her perfect trim waist, and sometimes higher where they could play with her breasts. Robin would touch Nami with such experience that Nami wouldn't be able to tell she only had two hands.

And then, just when Nami was on the edge of begging, Robin would lick a single line along the satin panties, and Nami would be unable to even entertain the notion of speaking. Nami would taste sweet, and dirty in that delightfully slutty way. She would be wet already, but Robin's mouth would add to that with a gentle prodding of her tongue.

Sanji's mouth watered just thinking of it. Nami would taste so good through her beautiful lingerie. His legs parted, mind willing someone to walk in and treat him the way Nami was being treated in his mind.

Both of Nami's hands would be fisted in Robin's hair by that point. And Nami, so used to being the one in control, would be just dripping with begging murmurs. Robin-san. Or, Robin-Isama/I. That was even more hot, so that's what Nami would say… Robin-sama, she would breathe, and Robin would reward her for recognising who was in control by pressing her tongue more solidly against Nami's opening.

The satin of the underwear would prevent Robin's tongue from being able to fully penetrate Nami, just as the cotton of Sanji's underwear was preventing him from getting any skin contact. It would be delightfully teasing. In and out in and out, but no real progress. So Nami would begin to rock with the pressure. She would arch her back and roll her hips, but in the end Robin still had all the control.

After all that time wanting Nami and never being able to have her, Robin would make Nami beg. Robin-sama, please, Nami would say. Please, she would stress.

"IPlease/I," Sanji breathed raggedly.

Only when Robin had her begging would Robin give in and pull Nami's panties free.

Nami would be ever so neatly trimmed, as though she had been expecting something like this to happen. Her red curls would be short enough to be considerate to her partner, but still long enough to show she was a woman. And Robin would love them, nuzzling her cheek against the ginger patch before parting Nami's lips with her own.

Sanji gasped, his eyes clenched so tight that he was starting to get dizzy. His hand was inside his underwear by that point, mirroring the trip Robin's mouth was taking in his mind. His cock throbbed with the notion of it, and as he pictured that wicked tongue pressing into his Nami—swirling around and tasting and feeling everything—he bucked into his fist.

A flick of her tongue would start at Nami's taint and work its way forward. Then, as Nami parted her legs even more, Robin's mouth searched. Just when it would seem Nami wasn't going to get anything more than external foreplay, Robin would turn her world upside down and plunge her tongue inside of Nami as far as she could.

Sanji let out a sudden long moan, surprising even himself with how loud it was.

While he wasn't expecting it to happen so soon, he knew Ace could return and find him like that at any moment. And Sanji really didn't know what that freckled face would look like, lips parted in surprise, and… Okay, so maybe he was in just the right frame of mind to think the idea of Ace walking in on him—maybe even joining in with him, this was the Athletes Village after all—to be intoxicating.

Paranoid (and more than a little turned on at the idea) of being caught, he opened his eyes to check that he was still alone before he went farther with this.

He couldn't have predicted it.

He could not possibly have predicted finding himself face to face with that green-haired idiot from Team USA.

Sanji didn't know what to do, so he just went perfectly still. Moss-head was staring at him, and his brain was too sex-addled to come up with anything witty to say. He almost considered inviting the guy to finish him off, but only almost. "…Hi," he breathed, hand still gripping his mad hard on, blushing harder than he possibly ever had.

Zoro stood about two feet away in the entry to their dorm. He had a key in one hand, and a dumbfounded look on his stupid face. "Hi," he said back, not making any move to look away.

They were trapped in each other's gaze, neither one sure what would happen if they did anything other than remaining perfectly still. After what seemed like an eternity, Sanji decided he would remove his hand from his pants. Running away would have been a great option, but that was a good first step considering his legs were shaking and didn't seem to want to relocate him.

Before do anything else, Zoro reached out and grabbed him tightly by the bicep. He dragged him forward, turned, and then suddenly Sanji was inside his own room with his back pressed up against the closed door, and some man he'd only just met pressing against him to keep him from falling.

Okay, so Moss-head was both fast and agile. That was unexpected after their collision on the ice. Sanji had expected him to be a brute force sort of player. "What are you doing here?" he asked once he found his words again. Speaking was difficult just then. He was so confused.

"Ace came to visit Luffy." Zoro answered simply. He wasn't moving, seemingly comfortable pressing against a guy he'd just been watching masturbating. "Our power went out, so he invited us over to play some Playstation."

Videogames. That would have been a good idea of something to do to pass the time. Much better than getting caught how he had been. Probably.

That was good information, but it still didn't answer his question. "In my room?"

That seemed to surprise Zoro, but he had an answer for that too. "Could hear Luffy coming up the hall. Didn't want them to catch you, uh…" he trailed off, but Sanji caught his drift.

Still, that didn't answer his question, and the throbbing between his legs was demanding he continue asking until Zoro satisfied him. Verbally, mentally, physically even. It didn't matter how at that point. "Why are you on this side of the door with me?"

Zoro went rigid against Sanji, as though he didn't know the answer to that question either. The silence lingered a little too long to be comfortable. Especially when they heard Ace and Luffy—not to mention a few other voices Sanji didn't recognise—out in the main room.

They both took a breath to speak and break the silence at the same time, and then both paused to let the other speak. Awkward. It was Sanji who finally broke the spell by saying, "You're still holding me…" And he was. All… broad shoulders and arms, pressing him against the door with his own body, staying unnecessarily close.

"Yeah," Zoro agreed. And then blinked like a spell had been broken, jumping back bashfully. "Yeah. Uh… You…" He cleared his throat. "Try not doing that in public next time."

Sanji's eyes narrowed at the retreating figure. "My own room is not 'public' asshole."

"Tch," Zoro replied shortly. He needed an escape route, but Sanji was still in front of the door.

Seeming to realise it at the same time, Sanji stepped aside, ripping the door open and giving Zoro a wide birth to get past. Zoro looked at him intently, and then stalked past like he was a fucking lion.

Motherfucker… He moved like that on purpose, Sanji decided. Zoro was an asshole, forcing him to stare after his retreating form like that.

Just how long had Zoro been watching him? And why hadn't he said anything sooner? And why couldn't Sanji get anything more than pretend-angry about the situation.

Ace popped his head in the door a moment later. He was grinning like an adorable fucking idiot, but his expression faltered when he saw Sanji. His eyes tracked over the blond, cataloguing just how his dress shirt was rumpled, how his pants were open, and how he had that sex-glow about him. A fast acknowledgment and then the grin was back exactly the same as it had been before, like it hadn't happened.

"Come play video games with us," Ace said before ducking away to give Sanji the privacy he needed to collect himself.

With a sigh, Sanji straightened himself up and wondered why Ace couldn't have just gotten an actual hotel room like a Inormal/I famous person.