Sanji couldn't remember the last time he woke feeling so relaxed and warm. He also couldn't remember ever waking while feeling a heavy weight across his midriff or feeling warmth blow lightly across his neck from behind. Being two seconds away from freaking out he felt the weight move slightly and a warm hand run over his lean torso before coming to a halt on his chest. As the hand left a tingling sensation He remembered the conversation he and Zoro had earlier and that he was now in the doctor's office on the cot with that same man.

The arm around him tightened its hold effectively pulling the slim man closer to a broad muscled chest. Sanji felt a blush creep onto his cheeks and the swordsman's nose nuzzled the back of his neck. At first he thought the tanned male was awake but the sound of a soft snore made him realize the other was still asleep.

Not wanting to wake the sleeping mass of muscles behind him Sanji wondered if he could wriggle out of the small cot unnoticed. His moss head, Sanji wasn't sure exactly when he started thinking of him as his but he knew it started before today and he wasn't going to change it now, needed sleep. He hadn't slept in days, from what Chopper said, and was exhausted.

Of course the cook knew that the moss head could take pain but this was different. Different from the pain of trying to sever his feet off at the ankles to continue fighting, Lord only knew how the idiot was going to fight without feet and bleeding out, or that of when he took all of Luffy's damage on Thriller Bark. Those, and countless other times the idiot was hurt beyond human endurance, and this happened a lot, Zoro could always sleep it off. Might take him weeks but he'd heal through Sanji's food and sleep. Probably would take him less time to recover if the moss-for-brains would stop going against Choppers orders and working out. This time he couldn't sleep so he wasn't recovering. Instead he was becoming more exhausted and stressed which caused the migraines to become worse and the cycle to continue. The, otherwise, healthy male was suffering extreme exhaustion and him sleeping was the best thing for him right now.

Sanji would love to spend more time wrapped in these arms, being snuggled unconsciously, but he knew from the light coming through the one window it was getting close to supper time. A hungry crew was not a happy one and he much preferred them full and happy, especially the captain.

Sanji gently and slowly started extracting himself from the other man only to be pulled back roughly by an arm tightening even more around him. So much so that Sanji found it difficult to breathe. Stroking the arm softly caused it to relax its hold a bit; enough for the cook to breathe and not worry about damage to his ribcage. He wasn't a frail man, even if he was slender, but Zoro's arms were strong from all the daily training. Sanji enjoyed watching him workout in the setting sun. The others sweat slicked tanned body shimmering in the fading light…

That's it… he had to get out of this room. He was getting aroused thinking of Zoro's muscles moving under the sweat covered skin. Hearing the green haired male's heavy breathing as he wielded enormous weights like they were nothing. How the cook would love to just shove that hard body down to the grass of the deck and have his way with him…Nope… nope… nope… he couldn't go on like this. He had to escape without disturbing his sleeping partner.

Still stroking a limb encircling him Sanji started to whisper to the other man that he would be back and just needed to get supper ready. Slowly, as the heavy arm around him relaxed, the blonde gently lifted it enough to slip out from under it.

Zoro didn't look happy at losing his human pillow but the frown eased a bit after Sanji kissed him on the forehead lightly before heading towards the galley to prepare the meal he knew his captain was waiting for.

Zoro woke feeling a little chilly and lonely. He couldn't figure out the reason until he remembered the talk he and Sanji had before his nap. Stretching himself slowly he vaguely remembered something about the blonde going to cook supper or something.

He looked at his arm were the IV was still imbedding and the bag was almost empty. He hoped Chopper would come and take it out. He was getting restless lying here in bed. Wanting to know what Sanji was doing and to be able to watch his body move while cooking had nothing to do with it. He was just bored and needed to move around. At least that's what he'd say if anyone asked.

Yawning heavily and looking at the office door as if beseeching the Dr. to come and release him from this torture Zoro knew he was stuck for a bit. He could pull the needle out himself but he knew that would get him lectured by all the crew and he wasn't feeling that much better.

He was feeling better. The black fog he'd been forced to look through was gone and it didn't make him want to vomit when he turned his head in any direction like before. The person, Zoro had decided it was an invisible person wreaking havoc on him, wasn't tightening the vice he swore he'd been wearing the past couple weeks. It sounded strange to say there was someone tightening a vice with his head caught in it but that's what it felt like. No matter how he'd tried he couldn't get away from it only to find trying only made things worse. He was glad it was over now and he was ready to get back to his daily routine.

Eyes glancing at the door as it opened Zoro spotted the small Dr. peeking in. Seeing he was awake the reindeer quietly came in to check his condition.

"I'm feeling fine Chopper." Zoro told the blue nosed animal as he sat up on the cot.

"Really, I'm glad to hear it." Checking the IV bag level, "You still need some rest or the migraines will come back."

Rolling his eyes, "I can rest on deck."

The Dr. looked at him in disbelief, "Where have I heard that before only to find you in the crow's nest training?"

Zoro shrugged but had the decency to blush slightly at the accusation. He knew full well he deserved it and had no reply.

"If… and I mean IF… I let you leave the infirmary do you promise you won't do anything strenuous for the next day or two?" Looking hopefully at the swordsman the Dr. hurriedly added, "Two days Zoro. You have to stay quiet, not working out or training, for two days. Is it a deal?"

Zoro could feel the seriousness ebbing from the Dr. and knew that either he obeyed or he was stuck in this room for another 2 days. He really didn't want to be cooped up so he nodded his head in agreement.

"Do you promise?" The small Dr. cocked his head when asking.

"Yes." Zoro knew that giving his word made him unable to break the deal. It was now a matter of honor.

"Okay then, let me take out the IV and you will be ready to move around the ship. No exerting yourself. No stressing yourself. No working out or training. No drinking alcohol for two days." Chopper stated as he removed the needled from his arm.

"I got it." Zoro grumpily replied rubbing his arm where the needled had been embedded.

Chopper scurried around the room tidying and straightening and Zoro took this chance to escape into the dimming evening light that lingered on the deck. It was perfect. The weather wasn't overly hot but it wasn't chilly either. He could even see one star setting low on the eastern horizon as the darkness of night slowly engulfed the light of the day.

Smelling something delicious and hearing the boisterous sounds of the captain and some of the crew Zoro headed for the galley. He made it just in time for dinner to be served. Hearing his stomach growl loudly Zoro blushed when everything in the room went quiet and all eyes turned to stare at him.

"Oi, Zoro you made it time to eat." Luffy said while trying to grab a piece of meat off the tray Sanji was carrying. Sanji moved deftly to the side and avoided the captains reach causing the rubber male to pout.

The combined chorus of "glad to see you feeling better" ,"You look well swordman-san", and "Glad you're up and about" blended together so all he did was nod in their general direction in acknowledgement.

Chopper walked in just as he was finding his seat to have a pre-made plate placed in front of him.

Sanji shrugged, "I was going to bring it to you in the infirmary once these yahoo's had settled down." The cook eyed the crew with disdain, except of course the girls.

Zoro's stomach gave another loud roar, causing everyone to burst out laughing and teasing remarks bandied about, as he tucked into the food in front of him. It was delicious and he felt like he hadn't eaten in… well… weeks actually.

Sanji overtly watched his swordsman enter the galley and was happy to see him looking so normal. He no longer had ashen colored skin with dark circles under his eyes and pained expression; the man looked almost healthy. It was enough to make him almost run over and kiss the green haired fool in front of everyone. But he had other things to deal with. Like a captain trying to steal food from the platter he held in preparation of setting it on the table. This platter was the last to be placed and it was the largest and contained all the meat for the meal.

Sanji learned shortly after joining the crew not to place the meat on the table till last. If he did then the captain would devour it all in a matter of minutes, if not seconds, and leave nothing for anyone else. He had also learned how to dodge most of Luffy's grab and gulp techniques. This didn't mean the cook always won and the smaller rubber male didn't manage to get a piece away from him but he won more than he lost and that was good enough. At least the others in the crew had a chance of getting at least a taste this way.

The cook couldn't help but grin around the cigarette in his mouth when he heard the ferocious growl from the moss heads stomach. At least he is hungry, thought the blonde, that's a relief. He didn't like the idea of the man going without food for so long.

After settling the large, heaped, platter in the center of the table Sanji placed a loaded plate in Zoro's spot at the table.

Seeing the questioning look the green haired male gave him he said, "I was going to bring it to you in the infirmary once these yahoos had settled down."

Seeing the smile he got in response and the way the muscular man dug into his food like he was starved, and he probably was come to think of it, made the blonde happy as he grabbed some food and joined everyone at the table.

After the meal was finished and Sanji had cleared the table Zoro offered to help him with dishes. The offer unusual but Zoro felt restless and wanted something to do. He saw the inquiring look the curly-browed cook shot the doctor and was about to say something about dishes not being strenuous when Sanji smiled and handed him the soapy sponge.

He enjoyed the quiet comradery they shared while completing the task of cleaning the massive stack of dirty dishes and pans. Zoro had always felt at ease with the shitty cook. Even during their fights caused by their rivalry he wasn't ever uncomfortable around the other. The only exception was when it came to the female sex of the species.

Sanji was one to dote on women, or girls for that matter, to the point of stupidity if you asked Zoro. But he's come to realize that he is what he is and will always treat the other gender with reverence even if they are the enemy. Zoro could understand it to a point, the point stopping at the noodle dancing the blonde did, and he treated females with respect unless they showed they didn't deserve it. He wasn't a monster after all.

Dishes done and kitchen cleaned to a shine the two men looked at each other as if asking what they should do next. Zoro looked a little put off when Sanji took out a fresh cigarette and was about to light it and was relieved when the cook put the lighter back in his pocket. He didn't want the cook to stop smoking, it never bothered him before, but he didn't want to do anything that might bring back the headaches.

"Are you on watch tonight?" He asked the cook.

"Yes. Why?"

"I was thinking of joining you." Seeing the cook about to argue with him about it Zoro quickly put a hand up to stop him and continue, "I could nap or relax while you keep watch is all. But if you don't want my company…" Zoro started turning away.

"You won't train or do anything stupid then moss-head?" The question was enough to make Zoro face the blonde again with a scowl.

"I promised Chopper I'd behave and follow his orders and that is what I plan to do… for the next two days anyway."

"Then I will make a snack for two tonight," and with that the cook turned on his heal and headed into the pantry for ingredients to make a delicious snack.

Zoro started out to the deck throwing over his shoulder, "Don't go overboard. Onigiri is fine ero-cook."

Once outside he found that the deck was a little cooler, and noisier, than before supper but it still wasn't cold enough to warrant a jacket even though he was still shirtless. He'd forgotten to grab his coat when he left the infirmary earlier.

Zoro simply sat and leaned against the trunk of a tree in the grass and let the noise of his captain and fellow shipmates lull him to sleep.

Sanji put the finishing touches on the snack he was making and decided it was time to look for his swordsman. It didn't take long to find him sleeping, in one of his usual spots, under the tree. Zoro's face looked calm and his color in the moonlight was good. Sanji felt the pangs of guilt over having the male keep him company tonight dissipate a little and headed for the shower.

When he finished he noticed the now awake moss-head was stretching beneath the tree like a satisfied cat. Really how could someone who slept all the time have a problem with stress, Sanji thought as he headed towards the galley to grab the snack before heading up to the crow's nest.

Sanji could sense Zoro following him up the ladder and heard the hatch close as he settled into a bench lining the outside wall of the round room. He'd picked the middle of the bench, not knowing where else to sit, and Zoro found his way behind him. The feel of strong arms once again encircling him allowing him to rest against a warm chest while being engulfed in the scent that could only be Zoro, the cook sighed and relaxed in the hold.

They stayed like this, gazing out the window at the calm sea that stretched as far as either could see before Sanji felt a shift behind him. Thinking the other was falling asleep he was surprised when teeth bit and gently tugged his ear lobe.

"Be careful what you start, remember, nothing strenuous." Sanji almost growled, loving the sensation of the teeth and teasing his ear.

Waking from his second, or was it third nap, today Zoro followed the chef up the ladder to the crow's nest. It was warmer in here than on the deck since the windows were closed for the most part. He did see a couple open a bit to let in some fresh air. The gym was up here and anyone working out would leave the smell of sweat behind if the windows were kept shut.

He was glad the place didn't smell of sweat or he might be tempted to lift some weights and that would mean breaking his word. He didn't need any other temptation right now. The cook was enough temptation on his own right now.

Sliding in behind the blonde Zoro could smell the cooks scent. He smelt of spices, smoke, and something that was purely Sanji. Zoro couldn't put a name to the underlying scent but it was arousing. He tried his best to keep his lust for the other male in check but with the other resting perfectly against him it was a battle he was losing. Dipping his head he started nibbling on the ear closest to his lips. The taste was salty and had a touch of Sanji's scent in flavor form mixed in. Yep, he was losing this battle and wondering if sex was considered strenuous.

Hearing the warning from his, soon to be, lover Zoro only hummed in response while dipping his head lower so he could nibble on the white neck below the tortured ear lobe he'd been focused on.

"Depends, if you think this is strenuous or stress relief. Someone told me once that sexual tension was still tension." He bit the area of the neck being offered to him.

"That was a very smart person who told that." Sanji panted out lightly, tilting his head and adjusting himself on the bench so the other had better access to his neck and shoulder.

Taking that as the sign to continue Zoro started unbuttoning the shirt Sanji was wearing. He had to further adjust the cook so the suit jacket and shirt could be removed and was in the process when Sanji surprised him by sitting bolt upright and moving to face him.

Eyeing the other questioningly Zoro felt the cool air against his once again bare chest.

Sanji allowed the ministrations to continue but once he felt they weren't going to stop he decided that maybe it would be better for him to take control and he sat upright and turned to face his partner.

"You need to relax." Sanji stated while pushing Zoro down on the bench. There wasn't much room behind him so they had to do a bit of scooching but they made it work.

Zoro started to protest, thinking that they were ending it before it had really had a chance to begin, when Sanji covered the pouting lips with his; thus cancelling anything the moss-head had to say.

The kiss deepened, tongues danced, hands roamed freely, and cloths were shed and tossed randomly around the room. The windows were starting to show signs of fogging up even with some opened a jar for ventilation.

They finally separated slightly, gulping for air, but not letting go of their holds on each other. Sanji refused to let Zoro have his way and take control so the two were in a battle for dominance. Sanji knew he had to do something before Zoro overpowered him, the guy might be recovering but he was still powerful, and take control. He did the only thing that came to mind that would distract his over anxious partner and take his mind off of gaining control.

Sanji moved a little and dipped his head between Zoro's legs. He didn't wait for the others approval and instead moved on to devouring the hardened manhood now in front of his face. It seemed to have worked and he felt the other, hopefully, forget about wresting control from him.

Zoro was surprised by the brazen move of Sanji going down on him but he loved every minute of it. Not only were the cooks hands and legs talented his mouth was too. He was lost in the sensations, moaning in pleasure, when the thought of him losing control of the situation passed through his mind. It didn't stay long or linger. It stopped quickly enough for Zoro to vaguely register it being there before it was replaced by glorious sensations that he was much more willing to concentrate on.

Damn the man was creative and Zoro didn't know if he was going to hold out much longer, his hips bucking slightly and a soft cry of the cooks name were the only warning he could give before exploding in the cook's hot mouth. Sanji choked a bit at the sudden addition to his throat but other than that he didn't complain and drank everything except a tiny bit that lingered on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this little dribble of his seed on the cooks face made Zoro's groin fill with warmth and before he could go soft he became hard once more. He really wanted to screw the cook into the bench… hell, the floor or wall would do and might later tonight if this kept up… so badly he couldn't help but grab for the cook.

Sensing the fresh arousal in the swordsman Sanji, under watchful eyes, licked the cum from his lips and deftly grabbed the hands reaching for him. Pinning the hands above a shock of green hair he looked down inquiringly at his lover.

"You are a naughty boy aren't you? This wasn't enough to satisfy you for tonight huh?" he whispered as he looked the body sprawled before him over intently.