Summary - It's been two years since their relationship changed for the better and everyone is surprised when they find out. When trouble forms Sanji and Zoro fight to protect what they love, - each other.

Author's Note

Warnings – Yaoi romance scenes and minor swearing.

I've spent a lot of time writing and planning the plot line for this story, this is the first yaoi fan fic I've written so I want to make sure it's a good one : ). In the next chapter I will include all the information you need to know about character ages and so on, but for now here is the latest chapter – enjoy : )

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Unexpected Love

Chapter 2

'Oi, idiot! Where did you put the god damn noodles?' Sanji huffed as he opened the nearest cupboard door and began rummaging swiftly through its contents, tossing various packages to the aside hazardly.

'In the cupboard,' Zoro smirked, leaning casually against the wooden oak chair he was currently residing on. He looked on in amusement as the blond growled in frustration, throwing more items out of his way.

'They're not in here shit head!' the cook snapped.

'They are, you're just not looking hard enough,' the green haired man teased.

'Shut up!' Sanji spun on his heel and growled viciously, glaring daggers at Zoro. He turned and continued rifling through the contents of the cupboard, muttering obstinacies under his breath. He crouched down low, bending his long slender legs, allowing him to reach in even further.

Zoro watched the scene in front of him unfold with immense pleasure. As Sanji bent over he couldn't help but stare and admire the cooks toned backside, which was showing through his tight, skinny black jeans.

'They're right as the back love cook, so you'll have to bend down a little more…'

'Oh for god's sake!'

Sanji leant forward as far as he could, scanning the cupboard with a pair of focused eyes for a small noodle packet. Zoro stared languidly at the view in front of him, transfixed at the sight of the blonds trousers tightening even more, highlighting his curvy figure, almost dangerously so.

'Yep, your arse sure does look good from this angle,' he purred.

The chef quickly snapped and raised his head at the unexpected comment, instantly regretting the action when his head hit solid wood with a loud thud. Zoro laughed at Sanji's unusual facial expression, which was a mixture of anger and surprise.

'Ow, you fucker!' he hissed, standing up he began rubbing his sore head. 'What the fuck are you laughing at shit head?!'

Zoro eventually stopped laughing and wiped the tears from his eyes. He stood up and strolled over to the kitchen counter beside Sanji, wincing slightly as his bare feet padded across the cold, tiled floor. Wrapping his arms around the blond, he nuzzled his face into the crook of blond's warm neck and pressed a soft kiss to the light stubble along his jaw.

'Want me to kiss it better?' he teased smugly.

'Oh that's it, you're going down!'

Before Zoro comprehend the mans words, the cook had leaned over and swiped a spatula from the worktop. The green haired man quickly released him and darted to the side, just in time to avoid a painful smack.

'Hey, what gives?!' he shrieked, scrambling away as Sanji shot after him, waving the metal spatula in his hand around like a deadly weapon. The pair paused momentarily when they were separated by the kitchen table, Zoro stood at one end and Sanji at the side nearest the door; preventing Zoro from escaping. The pair eyed each other suspiciously, each one daring the other to make the next move.

'Tell me where the god damn noodles are and no one gets hurt,' Sanji glared, slapping the spatula against his hand repetitively. Zoro crossed his arms and snorted in disbelief.

'You wish, love cook.'

Sanji grinned maliciously at his companion's words and Zoro felt the colour drain from his face when he caught sight of the evil look in the pair of grey, blue eyes focused on him intensely.

'Have it your way then.'

Sanji lunged around the side of the table and before he could blink, Zoro felt a abrupt smack and a burning sensation at the back of his left thigh.

'Ow!'

He scurried away, rubbing the back of his leg in discontent. Sanji smirked in glee as the spatula made a thwacking sound.

'Ow! Put the spatula down you sadistic creep!'

The cook grinned as his green haired partner shrieked and dived towards the sitting room to avoid another hit. Just as he turned the corner, Sanji skidded on the slippy kitchen floor and his foot collided with Zoro's right ankle; sending him off balance and tumbling to the floor. Zoro landed on his back against the soft carpet with an audible thud.

Before he could make another move, Sanji pounced upon him, straddling his waist, pinning him firmly in place. He raised his arm and was about to go for a second hit when Zoro began to wriggle and squirm beneath him.

'Ok, ok, I give! Have mercy love cook!' he pleaded, chuckling at the predatory look on Sanji's face.

Sanji tossed the spatula aside and glared at the man beneath him and promptly flicked him in the middle of the forehead hard.

'Where are the fucking noodles you ape face?' he growled menacingly. The green haired man winced slightly at the minor pain inflicted to his head, but soon smiled deviously.

'Top cupboard, left hand side.'

Sanji glared suspiciously.

'If they aren't in the cupboard Marimo, I swear I will destroy you.'

Zoro merely smiled innocently in response, unfazed by the blond's antics.

'I wouldn't lie to you sweetheart,' he teased.

Sanji shifted his weight slightly to one side so he could retrieve the spatula he'd thrown aside earlier, in the hope of returning to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. As he let go of Zoro's arms and leaned sideways he suddenly lost his balance and toppled over. Before his fingers could reach the cooking implement they were swiped away when Zoro grabbed him by the shoulder and flipped him onto his back, pinning his arms above his head by the wrists with just one hand.

Zorto sat comfortably on Sanji's stomach with a cocky smirk on his face as he held him firmly in place. As his good eye gazed at the handsome face below him, he couldn't help but hum in amusement as the blond eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

'Come here often?' he teased.

'Let me up you arse!' the cook spat, he began tugging his arms and wriggling his torso in a desperate attempt to free himself.

As he wriggled and squirmed, his hips grinded against Zoro's and he felt his face flush. His green haired lover leaned down and pressed a kiss to his exposed collarbone.

'W-what are you doing?' he spluttered. Sanji could feel his heart pounding vigorously in his chest as he looked up and saw his partner looking him in the eyes heatedly. The expression on Zoro's face was ravenous as he smirked and leaned in close, nipping Sanji's ear.

'I'm working up an appetite' he whispered huskily and pressed Sanji into a deep heated kiss.

When the two eventually parted for breath he leaned down further, to Sanji's neck and began trailing soft kisses along his throat and sucked the soft, porcelain flesh. Sanji had stopped fidgeting and was unable to suppress a moan when he felt one of Zoro's warm hands wonder up his shirt and caress his stomach, just above his waistline. He shuddered beneath his touch as the green haired man's hand rested upon Sanjis right hip, massaging the flesh in small, teasing circles.

'Zoro,' he groaned, identifying a familiar heat in the bottom of his stomach that flowed down to his groin, it felt as if all his senses were on overdrive and his heart was pumping fast enough it might burst. Through his half closed eyes he looked up to see Zoro lowering himself on top of him, the blond could feel his muscular chest pressing again him; even through the fabric of both there t-shirts he could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Zoro caught his gaze and smiled earnestly before kissing Sanji's jawline, although he still had the cooks arms pinned above his head with one hand he used his free one to his advantage. His right hand slid from Sanji's hip and slipped beneath his lovers jeans and under the fabric of his boxer shorts, squeezing a warm hardness.

The cook arched his back and let out a needy moan.

Needless to say the pair had soon worked up an enormous appetite.

'I'm so full I think I might die' Zoro whined, leaning back in his chair he pushed the empty plate in front of him across the table, rubbing his full stomach in discomfort. Sanji snorted as picked up the dirty dishes and cutlery.

'No one forced you to have seconds you pig,' he mused.

Although he was scowling, Zoro could tell by the slight smirk on his face he was secretly pleased he'd enjoyed his food.

'Come help me wash up you fat arse,' he ordered.

Zoro reluctantly rose from his chair and after a quick bone popping stretch joined the cook by the sink to help clean up.

'So what if my arse is fat? I've never heard you complain before,' he retorted.

Sanji grabbed a clean blue dishcloth from the worktop and threw it at his partners head.

'Shut up and dry you moron, before I drown you in the sink,' he growled. Zoro simply smiled in amusement at the cooks temper.

'Anything for you princess.'

After much bickering and teasing the pair soon found themselves in a comfortable silence as they worked. While the blond washed the dishes Zoro couldn't help but stare at his hands at work. His hands and fingers were thin and delicate looking and moved in quick precision. His own hands however were quite the opposite, they were much bigger and tanned; very manly looking when compared to Sanji's slightly feminine physique.

When the dishes were done Zoro, reached out and took one of Sanji's hands in his own; he couldn't help but smile when he realised that they were a perfect fit.

'What are you doing?' the cook asked curiously, staring at his hand as Zoro entwined his fingers with his own.

He just smiled and tugged on Sanji's arm, leading them into the sitting room where he pulled the blond onto the black leather couch. Zoro shifted to allow Sanji room to sit between his legs and let go of his hand to wrap his arms around the skinny waist.

'Aww, isn't that cute. Marimo wants a cuddle!' Sanji teased, he rested his arms on top of Zoro's muscular ones and leaned back again his warm torso.

'Shut up cook, its quiet time,' he mumbled. He lifted one arm from Sanji's waist and rubbed his scarred eye with the back of his palm.

'Stop rubbing it!' the chef snapped, swatting his hand away from his face with a slap. The green haired man growled but then began to smirk.

'That's not what you said earlier,' he purred playfully.

Sanji growled and kicked him sharply in the back of the thigh.

'Ow!'

'Shut up you idiot,' the blond mumbled sleepily, Zoro yawned loudly.

'Love you too love cook...'

He lifted his legs and propped them on the arm of the couch, using it as a foot rest and used the opposite arm to cushion his head. Sanji wriggled is his grasp and moved to join him, pressing his body closely against the larger mans chest, he rested his head comfortably against the crook of Zoro's neck.

Zoro closed his eye and smiled softly at the feeling of the blond's warm, welcoming body cradled against his own and the soft long hair that his chin rested upon. The familiar warmth that he had wrapped in his arms made him feel safe and relaxed- soon, he felt tired and drowsy. Just as he was drifting off into a comfortable sleep, he was sure he felt one of Sanji's hands slip into his own.

He smiled and drifted off into a blissful sleep.

Just moments ago, he'd been in a deep and comfortable sleep, but now Sanji found himself stirring as a loud, irritating noise penetrated his delicate ear drums.

' I think, otonatachiwa iu, tadashiku ikiro kazuaru kotaeno nakade...'

He groaned loudly and squinted as he open his tired eyes and looked around in confusion.

'What the fuck is the noise?' he snapped angrily.

He wanted to know who was responsible for interrupting his comfortable and much needed sleep. He could feel Zoro shifting behind him as he sat up.

'Watz wrong…' Zoro slurred sleepily, opening one eye and yawning loudly.

He scrunched his face up in confusion and covered his eyes with his hands to block out a familiar sound.

'…Tadasu monoga sou, okashiterunoni ittai nanio, shinjireba'

He sat up and groaned in self pity when he looked at the clock across from him and realised what time it was.

3.55 AM.

'I should have know it would be your fucking phone that woke me up!' Sanji barked grumpily as he picked up Zoro's jacket from the coat rack and began rummaging through his jacket pockets.

'Cant you keep it on silent like a normal person? I don't wanna get woken up at three in the god damn morning by your shitty Asian ringtone!' Sanji yelled angrily as he finally located Zoro's phone.

'Don't get crabby with me shit cook!' Zoro growled tiredly. 'I'm not the one who rang my mobile!'

Sanji pulled the ringing device from the jacket pocket and tossed it in Zoro's lap.

'Whatever shit head, just answer it quickly before I have a nervous fucking breakdown,' the blond groaned, rubbing his temples. 'I need a smoke' he wailed, leaving the room in search of an empty ash tray.

Zoro plucked his phone from his lap and squinted at the bright screen as he looked at the caller ID.

'Ehhh?'

His eyes widened in surprise and he quickly took the call.

'Luffy is that you?'

'Zoro! I thought you'd never pick up! I bet you were sleeping again huh? Ahahaha, lazy bones!' Monkey D Luffy's familiar voice chuckled loudly down the end of the phone, Zoro growled at his comment.

'Of course I was sleeping you moron, it's nearly four in the morning you arse!'

The line went silent for a short moment before Luffy's voice bellowed through Zoro's eardrums once more.

'Wow really?! Hahaha! Sorry Zoro, the time zone difference is so confusing sometimes!'

Zoro groaned forcefully and rubbed his temples.

'… Do you need something Luffy? You know I love talking to you, but I also love my bed too…' he sighed quietly.

'Hahaha! Sorry Zoro!, hey I'm glad you reminded me; I wanted to tell you something!' Luffy chirped.

'Hmmm?'

'I'm coming back!' he squealed loudly, 'Isn't that awesome?!' he chirped.

'Eh? What do you mean coming back?' Zoro asked, he rubbed his eyes tiredly and tried to make sense of Luffy's words, which was difficult when he was still half asleep.

'I'm coming home silly!'

'Ehhhh? No way!' Zoro was suddenly wide awake. 'Coming home? As in like flying over on a plane?!'

'How else will I get home silly! haha' Luffy chuckled. 'My flight leaves tomorrow, I can't wait to see everyone Zoro; it's been so long!'

Zoro was speechless. It had been so long since he'd last seen his best friend Luffy, now suddenly and unexpectedly he was coming home. Zoro's mind wondered to the rest of his old friends, it had been some time since he'd seen everyone else too and since they'd all been together as a group. Zoro was snapped out of this thoughts when he heard Luffy's voice down the end of the phone.

'… so Shanks said I should book a table for us all at the Honey Bee restaurant when I get back and I spoke to Nami and she said she thinks it's a great idea! You'll come wont you Zoro?'

Zoro was suddenly wide awake.

All this talk about meeting up again? He couldn't believe it, it was almost unreal. Before he could answer Luffy started rambling.

'Oh no! I forgot I still haven't finished packing and this phone call must be costing me a fortune haha! I better go, sorry for waking you Zoro; oh could you tell Sanji for me? I can't find his number anywhere! I'll text you real soon ok? Bye Zoro! Haha-'

'Wait, Luffy! Don't put the phone do-'

He heard a click and then a long beeping tone as he was disconnected.

'Ahhh moron!' Zoro growled and tossed his phone across the room in frustration. It was just like Luffy to ring him at a ridiculous time and then leave him with so many questions unanswered, but Zoro could not bring himself to be angry with him. In all honesty he was pleased to hear from him , but right now he felt very confused.

'Oi marimo.'

It was only when he heard Sanji's voice next to him that he realised he had been staring aimlessly at the carpet in front of him. He looked up at the blond and saw a weary expression on his face.

'Oi what's wrong?'

Zoro leaned back against the couch and gazed into the eyes of his partner, before whispering softly.

'Luffy's coming home...'

Disclaimer – The Lyrics I decided to use for Zoro's ringtone were taken from the band Girugamesh's song called Break Down. I own nothing. I just thought it fitting to use a song like that as in this fan fic Zoro is of Japanese origin.