After docking at the island's port, the Strawhats wandered off to the village. Zoro paid a visit to several bars, tasting all sorts of sake his thin wallet was able to offer. He got bored pretty fast – the liquors weren't the finest, and all tasted the same – alcoholized dust, nothing more.

After taking a nap under a large oak tree, the green haired man headed back to the Merry. Along with the shit-cook he was assigned to take care of the ship while the rest of the crew was spending the night in a hotel. Zoro had no idea why there was a need to keep them both for a watch – Navigator's orders was the answer to his annoyed question. The idiot cook accepted his faith with open arms, mumbling his usual "Everything Nami-swan offers is my duty as her knight!"

Zoro was going to lift some weights, do a couple hundreds of push-ups and go to sleep. He definitely wasn't going to have any deal with the blond.

Sanji appeared out of the blue, sending him a swift kick. But even being caught off guard, Zoro noticed his movements were messed, his pose slacking. Blocking a strong shin with the flat side of Wado, Zoro gazed into the blue eye. Blue, red web all over it.

"Are you drunk, moron?" He scowled, lowering his katana.

Sanji laughed. Something in his pose was so cheeky that Zoro's muscles tensed uncomfortably.

"Hearing this from the infamous drunkard," The blond retorted with a widening grin.

"Go shove your dart-browed face into the pillow," The swordsman rolled his eyes and turned, ready to leave.

Another kick was as unexpected as the first one. Before Zoro could comprehend anything, he was thrown back to the wooden rail.

Even if he wanted something now, it definitely wasn't a battle with a drunken opponent. Zoro never refused to have a nice chilling fight, but knowing the stupid cook was never able to hold his drink, the swordsman was backing up. Collecting himself, Zoro sighed with the whole depth of his lungs. He didn't manage to stand up before a foot landed on his sweated chest.

The green haired man raised his eyes to the cook. It wasn't a kick this time – less power, more cocksureness in that nasty smirk. Something itched in Zoro's stomach, and he slowly pointed Wado's sharp tip up to the cook's neck. The blond chuckled, obviously amused by the swordsman's reaction.

"That's a pretty good idea from such a muscle-head as you."

Sanji raised his foot to his hand, bending his leg in the knee, and removed his shoe along with the sock. Zoro's mind was persistently telling him he should use this opportunity to knock the bastard out. Yet for some reason he didn't.

Not lowering his eyes from the blond's face, Zoro felt a foot on his chest once again. It wasn't harsh this time, but weirdly soothing. Zoro's eyes widened as the foot slowly travelled down, stroking his torso through his shirt.

The movement was rigid and gentle at the same time. As much as it could turn dangerous any moment, the green haired man felt burning sensation in his thighs. Sanji was gazing at him steadily, keen glint in his blue eye. Zoro parted his lips, letting out a breath. It was becoming hard to keep a firm grip on Wado's hilt.

The grin on Sanji's face stretched as his foot reached Zoro's crotch.

"So you like it," The blond wheezed. Zoro didn't need to look to know Sanji was aroused as well.

His foot brushed Zoro's rock-hard bulge through his pants. Zoro's breath was becoming harder with every touch the damned talented cook was giving him. Even the clothes weren't helping his sensitive flesh. He let his head fall back, still holding an eye-contact. The cook licked his lip as his toes rolled over Zoro's trapped cock. The swordsman half-lowered his heavy eyelids, a pant forming into a groan. Sanji's face twitched in the most arousing way the swordsman could ever imagine. That's how his face looks when he's doing this…

The blond's pace increased, and Zoro regretfully noticed his own raised arm was trembling. But the thought didn't stay in his misty mind for long, everything was replaced with only one desire.

"Unzip," The blond mouthed.

Zoro didn't need to be told twice. Freeing his throbbing cock from the cloth trap, he looked at the blond desperately. Damn. And the real fight hadn't yet begun.

Soft skin was working over his flesh steadily, inflaming every muscle in his body. Zoro was craving, his body was craving for the blond. Sanji's face was gradually betraying him, showing the green haired man the most lascivious expressions possible. The cook was still aimed at with the sword, and his upright position was obviously a torture for him.

Zoro knew it would mean he lost. He lowered Wado, putting her on the wooden floor of the deck. Sanji slowed his pace, his brow arching at the swordsman. But that confusion was instantly replaced with delight as Zoro's fingers lifted the pant-leg up and grasped his shin.

Those strong muscles felt hard as steel in Zoro's grip. All Sanji's power, all his might were packed in these deadly, long, incredible legs under the pale, warm skin. Nothing could drive Zoro insane like those legs, nothing could make him more ravenous but the feeling of that strength in his hands.

Sanji's foot ground down on him faster, and with every jerk Zoro was hit by rapture to the core of his being. He raised his free hand and stroked the blond's crotch. To his surprise, the man responded without a struggle, willingly freeing himself from his tight pants.

The blond's cock throbbed badly, ready to burst at any second. Wrapping his fingers tightly around it and working it on, Zoro brought his mouth closer. A sudden squeeze on his flesh didn't stop him. An angry hiss spilled through the blond's mouth didn't help either. Zoro slid his tongue upwards the pulsing length, earning a groan from the lips that twitched he could only imagine how seductively. Closing his lips around the tip, he sucked, moving his head up and down faster and faster.

The foot on his cock was affecting him so much he knew it would only take several more jerks before he'd be done. Quickening his pace, Zoro gripped Sanji's ass, thrusting the man forward. He felt the blond's muscles tense as Sanji tried to break free from his grip, but it was too late. A raw moan from above along with come sliding down Zoro's throat broke the last fracture of patience in the swordsman. Feeling his thighs tremble in agony, Zoro rolled his eyes in an unbearable rapture. His body was beaten by convulsions so hard that he couldn't catch his breath, still blocked in his throat. Parting his lips and letting Sanji's cock slip out of his mouth, he felt his vision pulsing, making his head float.

Sanji lowered himself down on his knees, his chest heaving. After a moment needed to come to his senses, the blond took a cigarette and placed it in his mouth, yet forgetting to light it up.

"This time you lost," Zoro forced a worn out, but still victorious grin.

The cook glanced at him tiredly, but that glint in his one visible eye spoke for itself. Sweat plastered his fringe to his forehead, and when he lifted his hand with a lighter to his face, his fingers were shaking.

"No, you broke the rules," He muttered, taking the smoke into his lungs.

"Who even picks up a fight while being that drunk?" Zoro snorted reluctantly, wiping off the sweat from his face.

"I wasn't that drunk," Sanji uttered, corners of his mouth raising.

"Whatever. I won."

Sanji glanced at the horizon line, where the sinking sun colored the ocean into red and purple. The early night breeze played on his golden hair, revealing both of his eyes. The eyes that reflected the ocean as no mirror ever would. He turned to Zoro, looking straight into his face, confident.

"Then I'll beat you next time."

This next time Zoro never thought was coming, and now Sanji promised him another one.