Taste the rainbow with Sanji

by Tastetherainbowwithsanji

Explore colors with Sanji and Zoro. There will be smut. And cross dressing. Lots of it.

3. Haramaki Green

You guys know the drill by now...italics is Keller and regular font it Merry. Enjoy another color.

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Zoro yawned, stretching his arms above his head and rocking on his feet on the wooden boards of the dock. It felt good to be on land again. No more rocking and swaying or looking out for Luffy falling over board every two seconds. He brought one hand to his side and tugged the red sash around his waist a little tighter, pulling the swords closer into his hip. Looking up, he smiled slightly as he caught the outline of the cook standing on the railing of the Sunny before he jumped down onto the dock.

He heard him curse under his breath and even though he tried to ignore him, Zoro fell into step next to the blond as they made their way towards the small town. "Uh, no." Sanji jumped in front of Zoro, a thin hand to the chest. "Stay."

Zoro watched as Sanji took a couple steps backwards, giving him a quizzical look the entire time. He opened his mouth to speak, but the blond held up a hand, fingers spread and palm facing him. "No! Just…just stay!" Stopping the swordsman jerked his head back slightly as Sanji grinned. "Good marimo."

And he was off, running down the rest of the dock and disappearing before Zoro could stop him. Well shit; now what was he supposed to do?

Zoro frowned. The cook had been really off lately. Ever since the erm… the last time they'd slept together he'd been strange. He'd zone out at times and Zoro was creeped out by the look Sanji usually gave him. It was almost a wistful look, like the cook was seeing something every time he looked at the swordsman. Zoro wondered what the look meant, it couldn't be anything good though; the blond hadn't initiated any physical activities between them for almost a week shrugged heavily and sighed, maybe this whole thing… whatever it was he had with Sanji, obviously wasn't meant to last now that the cook had lost interest.

That wasn't at all what Zoro was after though. He didn't know exactly what it was he and Sanji had, but whatever it could be called, he wanted it. More and more with each passing day...the swordsman knew Sanji was what...no, who he wanted.Fuck, was this one sided after all?

"Hey Zoro!" A hand clamped down on his shoulder and the moss head cursed himself for zoning out enough to not realize that Usopp and Chopper had approached him. "You okay? What happened to Sanji? Wanna come with us?"

"Yeah come with us Zoro!" Chopper jumped up and down at his feet, huge grin on his face. The swordsman nodded slightly. He could never seem to tell the little reindeer no.

"So I was thinking if you'd be interested, Zoro?" Chopper asked from his perch up on Usopp's shoulders.

Zoro blinked. "Wha-?"

"Pay attention, Zoro! I said I was making a new anti inflammatory and I want to test it out on you if that's alright?" The little reindeer squeaked.

Zoro nodded vaguely. "Yeah… Yeah, sure."

Chopper and Usopp both looked at each other before back to Zoro. "Uh, Zoro, are you okay?" The sharpshooter asked.

Well fuck if this didn't raise some flags. How did he explain to these two he was worrying about Sanji without making it look like he was worrying about Sanji? Personally he could have given a shit if their nakama knew, but the cook…well…the cook was finicky.

"Have you…" he started as the group wandered down a wide street. Zoro paused to rethink his words, but in doing so just ended up raising more curious looks from the others. "Has the ero-cook seemed off lately?"

"Is Sanji sick?!" Chopper yelled, wrapping his arms around Usopp's head tightly as he leaned over into Zoro's space as much as he could. "Zoro! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"He's not sick!" He snapped, immediately taking a deep breath at the shocked look of the reindeer and sighed. "Sorry. No, he just seems off to me. I didn't know if it was just me or what."

Usopp leaned sideways, pulling a reluctant Chopper from out of Zoro's face. "Well it depends, he does seem a little distracted I guess, but I just assumed it was Nami and Robin." The sharpshooter said. "Was it you though? I mean, besides fighting with him, what have you done to him?"

Zoro swallowed tightly. Oh, he'd done a lot to the cook, the bruises on those pale hips and the hickeys on his chest proved that, but he couldn't tell them that. They couldn't know… The swordsman shrugged. "I dunno… I can't think of anything."

Chopper frowned, wrinkling his little blue nose as he hummed. "I should check up on him… He's hidden things before and he's overdue a physical." Chopper's eyes narrowed. "And you're overdue too Zoro, don't think you're going to get out of it."

Usopp looked panicked. "What if he's got some weird new disease?!"

Chopper screamed, eyes wide. "Disease?! Waaaah! Sanjiiiii! Someone get a doctor!" The little reindeer flailed his arms as he wailed.

"Oi, oi!" Zoro butted in. "You're the doctor! Besides… I don't think he's sick. He doesn't look it. He just seems… distracted."

"B-but I should check on him a-anyway! What if he does have a new disease?!"

Zoro sighed, it was useless when Chopper got wound up like that.

"Just forget it. Whatever." Looking off to the side, the swordsman furrowed his brow. He should have known asking them would have been useless.

"Oi, Zoro." Usopp said after a few minutes of walking in silence. "Not to make this anymore awkward but did you hear Nami give out the room assignments? She's got you and Sanji staying in the same room."

He paused at that and turned his head to gawk at the sharpshooter. He should have been jumping for joy, mentally fist pumping at the chance to sleep in a real bed with the cook, but given this last week...he could only think of one thing to say: "...Oh."

"This is good Zoro." Chopper was tapping his little hoof against his chin. "You can corner him tonight and find out what's wrong with him."

"Yeah..." Zoro actually could agree to that statement. He planned on finding out what in the hell Sanji's problem was. Whether it would end with them continuing this or him punching the bastard in the face though was still up in the air. He serenely hoped for the former, but with the way the cook had acted, even today, he was betting on the latter.

"When he tells you, you must tell me at once if he is sick, okay?" Chopper said. "I'm in the room on the floor below with Luffy, I forgot the number but I'll show you the room before we go to sleep."

Zoro nodded. "Sure thing."

"Hey, Chopper! Look! An apothecary!" Usopp said suddenly and the little reindeer's face immediately lit up.

"Come on, Usopp let's go! They might have some more herbs for me to experiment with!" He grinned. "Bye, Zoro!"

"See you later, Zoro," Usopp smiled as he carried Chopper over to the little building.

Zoro sighed. Now he had to find something else to do until he got to the hotel. It wasn't like he could annoy the cook, the blond had made it very clear that he wanted space.

There was always a bar...

Naw, as much as he wanted to waste the rest of the day drinking, he wanted to have a clear mind for when he spoke to Sanji. Not that alcohol really affected him, but if he started now, even he would be slightly fuzzy by dinner.

Yeah, food. He could go find something to eat. Wandering past the door that Usopp and Chopper had ducked into, Zoro made his way deeper into town. Things only moved on him twice, either that or they had a lot of herb shops here...

Fist gripping a little too tightly around Kitetsu's hilt out of annoyance, the swordsman finally found a place to grab some food and ended up settling down under a tree in the middle the small park in the center of town.

The food was shit compared to that of the Strawhat's cook, but he ate it anyways before crossing his arms behind his head. Might as well people watch before a nap. Not like there was much else Zoro could do if he couldn't go find Sanji.

He had a dreamless sleep, but that wasn't unusual. He rarely dreamt unless it was during meditation. But what was unusual was that, when he opened his eyes, it was really dark.

When had it got so late? How long had he slept for? He sat up stiffly, shoulders cracking and yawned. Everyone else must have been at the hotel by now.

Ugh, the hotel. Getting up, spine snapping as he stretched, Zoro made his way in the direction he thought was the hotel. Thankfully he ran into Robin, who with a giggle, looped an arm through his and they made their way there in no time.

"Sanji got in a little while ago," The archeologist commented offhandedly. "He looked quite frazzled though." She stopped in front of a door in a long wide hall, gesturing as she spoke. "This is your room. Nami and I are around the corner. Good night Zoro."

"Yeah, night Robin." He listened to the footsteps as Robin left, swallowing with a sigh. The cook was in there already? And he looked upset? Fuck. Maybe this was going to end up turning out badly.

For a second Zoro thought about going back to the park to sleep the night away, but he found himself reaching for the door handle instead. If noting else, he had told Chopper he would find out what was wrong with Sanji. And as much as he didn't like the idea, he did have a doctor to report back to tomorrow morning about the condition of one shitty blond cook.

Deciding to go to hell with it, Zoro turned the handle and pushed open the door, stepping inside the room to find it completely empty. Sanji was nowhere to be seen, the only trace of him being the shoes at the foot of one of the single beds.

Shutting the door after him, Zoro moved to the only other free bed and took of his swords and sash, leaning the sheathed blades against the bed stand and tossing the sash, quickly followed by his coat and haramaki onto the foot of the bed carelessly. He toed off his long boots, leaving them wherever they fell and sunk his toes into the plush carpet which was a welcome change to the hard wooden boards on the Sunny. He sighed and flopped ungracefully on top of the covers, staring at the ceiling. He wondered where the cook had gotten to... he couldn't have gone far without his shoes after all.

Settling into the soft blanket of the bed, the swordsman crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes attempting to sense out where everyone was. He could tell that Nami and Robin were indeed down the hall, Chopper, Luffy and Usopp on the floor below. Somewhere he could feel that Franky and Brook were around, but where exactly in the hotel, he wasn't sure.

Sanji was close though and as the stillness of the room grew, so did Zoro's hearing as he picked up the telltale sound of water in the bathroom.

That figured. Sanji would be showering after a day out. He frowned at that. Zoro would really have liked to be in there with him...not laying on the bed thinking about it.

But he knew he would've had his ass handed to him if he'd tried to considering the cook's sudden mood change and the sudden hiatus on the sex between them. So he simply remained still, not really focusing on the ceiling as he listened to the rhythmic patter of the shower, broken by a small noise of movement or a soft cough from the cook inside. He'd began to doze off when the door to the bathroom swung open and he turned his head to look at the cook, damp with water and roughly towel dried hair, a towel clutched at his waist that ended above his knees. His fringe was drawn back off his face, showing his curly eyebrows and a look of surprise graced his features. "What're you doing in here, marimo?"

Turning his head back, Zoro decided it better to glare are the ceiling and not the cook. The ceiling at least wouldn't retaliate with a heel to the jaw. He heard something that sounded like paper crumple as the cook clicked his tongue. "Well whatever you brute." And the bathroom door closed again.

Probably for the better anyways. Getting up, Zoro sighed through his nose and walked over to the door opposite the bathroom, making his way onto the small balcony they had. If Sanji was gonna be like this, then he would just sleep out here. Give the cook his obviously wanted space and be done with it. There was no need to dwell when the cook was giving the swordsman his answer.

Swallowing down the bite of hurt he felt, Zoro dropped onto one of the cushioned lounge chairs and brooded as he watched the clear night sky.

Sanji let out a deep and steady breath as he clutched the paper bag in his hands. A nervous excitement wormed its way into every part of his body, sending rippling shivers down his back. He bit his lip. He knew his behavior had been off and maybe he had deserved the cold shoulder he'd received from the marimo, but he was hoping that this would make up for it. He really hoped it would.

Finding Zoro on the dock that morning had put a damper on his plans, but was thankful the moss head hadn't followed him. It had taken him most of the day to find this in the right colors, grumbling from store to store as he did so.

He was going to use tonight to hopefully show that moronic neanderthal that he wanted more than just fucked up kink sex. He wanted to show Zoro that he...he had started to develop some sort of shitty feelings that went beyond their nakamaship for him, even if he didn't fully know what they were himself.

Dropping the towel to the floor, Sanji took a deep breath and opened the bag.

The fabric was soft in his hands, the material a rich, deep, emerald green pooled out onto his palms. It wasn't as nice as the silk had been but it was still incredibly soft despite that. Sanji bit his lip as he held it out before him, sizing it up. He grabbed a pair of boxers from the side, divested himself of his towel and slipped them on before pulling the item of clothing on, wrinkling his nose lightly at the sensation of it clutching at his chest. He wasn't sure whether strapless was really all that comfortable after all.

Adjusting the hem, pulling it down to almost his knees where it was supposed to go and smoothing out the bunches along his sides and hips, Sanji took one last deep breath and opened the door.

Zoro was gone. A frown instantly crossed the cook's face. He had worked all day to get this shit right and now the fucker was missing. Figured. He was just about to slam the bathroom door shut when he noticed the balcony door cracked.

Oh, so that's where the moss had migrated to. Quietly padding across the carpet, Sanji grabbed the edge of the door, pulling it open slightly and peeking his head out.

Zoro was sprawled across the lounge chair, one leg of the wood of the deck, arms crossed behind his head with his eyes closed.

"Marimo…" Sanji said, watching the man's chest rise and fall in a steady pace. The moss head might be asleep but he wasn't too sure. He leaned a little further around the door. "Marrri-mo."

Zoro grumbled something softly in response and Sanji suddenly shouted. "Oi, shit head!"

Zoro's eye snapped open and when he spoke it was flat. "Cook… What do you want?"

Sanji was leaning out of the door like he was trying to hide something, which just further annoyed him cause he had also just been rudely awakened. The blond was frowning at him, clearly annoyed with the words he had just spoken.

He seemed like he was trying to decide if he should speak or not and Zoro sighed, turning to place both feet on the wood floor, dropping his arms onto his knees. "Spit it out cook."

He saw the hesitation in the blond's look before he gave a heavy sigh and moved from behind the door. Zoro knew his jaw dropped open and quickly closed it with a snap as he stared at Sanji, his eye wide in shock.

Sanji was wearing a dress. And not just any dress...the strapless form fitting material was oddly familiar, greatly reminding the swordsman of something else... "Say something you shitty bastard..." The voice came out quietly from across the small deck.

"I…" Zoro trailed off. "Cook… Cook what're you doing?"

The swordsman watched as Sanji simply stood there, fidgeting slightly and trying not to keep eye contact.

"I just thought, because… I," he sighed. "We need to talk, marimo."

Zoro nodded dumbly, eye focused on the dress and nothing much more. He couldn't believe the stupid cook had actually gone and found one so similar. It was like looking at his haramaki, elongated and tight against the cook's body and it made him want to…

The swordsman blinked then frowned, remembering Chopper's orders. "Yeah, we need a talk, cook."

"Can I sit at least?" Zoro nodded and watched with an eyebrow raised as Sanji crossed the small space to lightly sit next to him. The fact that the cook even asked to do so and just didn't do it had the hair on the back of his neck rising.

What the hell is your fucking problem was right on the tip of his tongue, but the swordsman bit the words back as the cook folded his hands in his lap, crossing his legs at his heel. "Zoro..." Sanji started.

This had him sitting up straight and actually paying attention. If the blond was using his real name it was serious. He couldn't help but get pissed off though, wondering if all this was just a wild way to let him down. To tell him this was over. Closing his hands into fists in his lap, Zoro waited for Sanji to continue to speak.

"This, whatever this has been, was fun, Zoro, but-"Zoro flinched internally on the word 'but'. Of course there was a downside to this, there always would be. Sanji wasn't interested anymore, all this had just been a few quick fucks to satisfy a kink the both of them actually shared. It was never supposed to be anything more and he was an idiot for assuming Sanji would see this the way he saw this too."I want to… make it more of a thing? You know, with strings attached this time? Heh…" The blond chuckled lightly. "I don't know, how do you tell someone that you'd like to be more?"

"Ya know what...fuck you Sanji!" Zoro jumped up and turned to face the other man before the words sank in to his skull. He saw the visible flinch the cook gave and the rest of his rant flew from his head. "Wait...what? What did you say?"

"I want this to be more concrete Zoro." Sanji said again, voice still quiet and so unlike himself. "I don't want to just be some fuck for you..."The anger left him and the swordsman found himself dropping to his knees in front of the blond with a huge grin on his face."Say it again cook!"

Sanji snorted and lightly kicked the marimo's shoulder with his bare foot. "Get your ass up, I'm not gonna repeat it twice, bastard!" Then his smile turned coy. "I mean, you're only wasting time that could be spent doing something a little more… productive…"

"Productive?" Zoro shifted his shoulder, letting the blond's foot fall off it as he sat back on his heels. "Oh! Heh, shitty cook." Standing, Zoro moved to sit back on the lounge chair, straddling it as he pulled Sanji back against him, dropping his head onto the bare shoulder. "If you wanted more Sanji, why didn't you tell me? Why have you been avoiding me?"

The cook shifted his head slightly to keep the weight on his shoulder comfortable and to give the swordsman more room. He frowned. "It wasn't like I didn't have a good enough reason. I wanted to tell you, but I didn't know you felt the same way." He turned to look at the moss head leaning on him. "You're a hard bastard to read, you know."

Zoro shrugged nonchalantly, winding his arms a little tighter around the blond's waist. "Just because I choose not to show things doesn't mean I don't feel stuff, shitty cook. If you'd have asked then all that stupid keeping away from me shit wouldn't have happened."

"Ugh," Sanji grunted. "It wasn't that simple!"

"Sure it is. All you had to say was 'Hey shitty marimo, do you wanna just have sex with me? Because I wanna be your boyfriend and hold your hand and make out!'" Zoro said, moving up to a forced high pitch when he mimicked Sanji's voice. The cook elbowed him painfully hard.

"I don't fucking sound like that shit head and I certainly do NOT want to hold your hand. I don't know where a wandering directionless moss ball like you has been anyway!" The blond snapped, huffing.

Zoro was unimpressed. "So you won't hold hands but you want to have sex? And you say I'm the hard one to read cook."

The two fell silent, Sanji taking the time to glare at the mass of messy green hair on his shoulder. Zoro closed his eye, letting the realization of this sink in on him. It wasn't one sided, Sanji wanted this as much as he did. A real relationship. This would mean they would have to tell Luffy and the others, but that could wait. Right now, he had an aggravated blond to take care of.

"Oi, Sanji,"

"What Zoro?" The cook's tone was slightly annoyed as he gave a heavy sigh.

"Let's take this back in the hotel room." He spoke lowly into the cook's ear, delighting at the small shiver that ran through the lithe body. "Might as well take advantage of the beds while we got them, right?"

Sanji hummed softly in response and the swordsman loosened his hold to let the blond get up and followed shortly after. The cook made his way back indoors and Zoro paused a moment outside, briefly thinking to their conversation and smirking slightly before pushing the door open a little more and slipping inside the shared bedroom.

He walked right past Sanji, ignoring the small whine as he leaned down, bracing his feet against the floor and pushing the two beds together easily. "What are you doing?" Sanji's voice was flat, the slightly hoarse tone coming across the space easily.

"There is no way we are going to be able to contain ourselves to one twin bed shit cook, even I know that." Turning, Zoro sat on the edge of what would have been his bed, raising an eyebrow. "Am I right?"

"For once." Sanji walked over to the swordsman, placing his forearms on his shoulders and sighing. "I'm gonna say this once, so listen up moss for brains: If you want this, then show me. Prove to me this is more than just fucked up sex to you."

Zoro grinned, a flash of determination in his eyes at the presentation of a new challenge. He grabbed the cook by the waist and turned, sending the other man flopping onto the joined beds on his back, blond locks fanning out in odd directions. The swordsman turned over on his stomach and shuffled up a bit so he was more on the mattress rather than hanging off the side. He hummed and looked down. "Oh, I can prove it, cook…"

Sanji blinked and his mouth twitched into a small smile. "Can you now?"

Zoro leaned over his cook, taking the sight of the other man lying next to him all in. "Hi," He said.

The blond chuckled softly but didn't respond when Zoro's lips pressed against his in an awfully soft kiss...an action he'd never associated with the moss head.

Zoro's lips brushed over Sanji's as the hand not supporting him came up to the cook's head, thumb trailing across his cheek lightly. Fingers tangling in blond stands, the swordsman pressed forwards, deepening the kiss slightly, but still keeping it slow. The point here was to show Sanji he wanted him, not the sex, although that was definitely a plus.

Sanji returned the slow movements, for the moment letting Zoro lead anyways as he wrapped his arms around the moss head's thick neck and pulling slightly.

Tilting his head, Zoro opened his mouth just enough to nip at Sanji's lower lip, pulling it into his own mouth and sucking on it before letting go, his low moan mixing with the cook's. "Shitty swordsman," the words came out breathless as Sanji pulled away, looking up at him as best he could from the short distance.

"What's wrong, cook? Did you like it?" Zoro teased, smiling when Sanji scowled up at him and pressed his lips to the end of the cook's nose, feeling how cold it was after sitting outside in the just lower than mild temperature.

Sanji wrinkled his nose and made to come back with some snide, quippy remark when Zoro kissed his mouth again and began trailing down to under his jaw, pressing his mouth to where the cook's pulse throbbed. The swordsman smiled against his skin when he felt the blond's breath catch in his throat.

Sanji swallowed against the swordsman's mouth, tilting his head to the side and exposing his neck to the other man. Zoro nipped at the pale flesh, moving with small bites and kisses towards the blond's ear.

His free hand trailed down, his fingers running over the smooth flesh of the cook's neck, over the bare shoulder and down his arm to twine their fingers together.

Planting a firm kiss against the base of the blond's earlobe, he whispered against the flesh. "How'm I doing so far?"

Sanji was panting slightly. He'd always known that the swordsman had a soft side, but it'd never actually been put to use on him. This tenderness almost seemed too good to be true of Zoro and he was half expecting the moss head to suddenly break into laughter and say he didn't care much for Sanji at all. But that moment didn't come and the silence after Zoro's unanswered question was occupied by the marimo looking at him with, at first, a soft look that slowly but surely dilapidated into something akin to concern. "Cook?"

Sanji looked up at him and blinked dumbly.

"You didn't answer me, shit head," Zoro said, trying to play it off casually.

The cook shook his head and sighed, simply grabbing around the back of Zoro's head and pulling him in for another kiss.

Zoro chuckled against the blond's mouth as their lips pressed against one another. What ever was going through Sanji's head, the swordsman wasn't sure, but given the cook's flustered responses, or well, lack of them actually; Zoro could only assume he hadn't been expecting this from him.

But Zoro wanted to show this side of himself to the blond, if not him and usually Chopper, than who? His grip on Sanji's fingers tightened as he deepened the kiss, leaning over the other man in an attempt to press their bodies together wherever he could.

The cook hummed appreciatively as the heat of the other man blended in with his own. He noticed how Zoro wasn't grabbing or holding on to him with his insane strength as the green haired man broke away from his lips, breathing deeply against the cook's cheek and warming it with hot puffs of exhaled air. Zoro's touches were gentle and soft, almost painfully so. It was as if each action was filled with worship and appreciation for the other. The marimo reached up and ran the back of his hand lightly against the cook's cheek, leaving the blond stunned. He'd asked for Zoro to prove that he wanted him, but the change into an entirely new person had caught him by surprise. But he wasn't complaining.

Honestly, he wasn't.

Zoro shifted himself, raising himself up on his knees, one on each side of the cook's thighs. He sat back on his heels and looked down to the blond, eyes lidded. Sanji's face was flushed, both eyes staring up at him as he searched the swordsman's face. "What is it cook?"

Leaning forwards, Zoro placed one simple kiss upon the pale forehead before bringing his hands to the sides of Sanji's chest, hands lightly pressing against the material of the green striped dress.

"You." Sanji answered breathlessly, taking note of how light the swordsman's hands felt against his sides. "How can you be like this?"

"Like what?" Zoro raised an eyebrow, pulling back enough to see Sanji's face. "Isn't this what you wanted?" He frowned.

"I didn't think you actually would be… That…"

"What, cook?" Zoro asked, smiling at the glow of red that had bled into a blush on the blond's cheeks. The cook swallowed.

"Nothing. It doesn't matter…"

Zoro narrowed his eyes in suspicion but said nothing more about it, pressing his lips to Sanji's cheek as he leant down and the cook leaned up, meeting him halfway and so that Zoro's roaming hands could touch him further.

Zoro couldn't get over how close the fabric of Sanji's latest dress not only matched his haramaki, but felt like it. The light and dark green lines passed under his fingers smoothly as his hands wandered down the cook's sides, then back up, pulling the fabric up the strong muscles of the cook's legs easily.

"You can't ask for something then get upset when I comply Sanji." The swordsman murmured against Sanji's outstretched neck. "Tell me what you want and we'll do it cook."

"Zoro…" The blond started, getting pleasantly cut off when the marimo kissed him briefly.

"I mean it. You want me to prove that I want this…how else am I supposed to do that? Tell me what you want and I will show you how I feel."

Sanji swallowed. "I want this… I want you, you shitty marimo…" He breathed, moving slightly from underneath the other man.

The swordsman smirked, putting his hands either side of the blond's head and pushing up so he crouched over the lean figure of the other. "I can do that." He grinned.

Sanji reached up, splaying his hands across the swordsman's bare chest, one thumb running along the edge of the long jagged scar across his chest lightly. Zoro was full of surprises, that was for sure and the blond watched with an amused expression as Zoro's eye slid closed against the feel of the cook's hands.

He could feel the rumble of the hum against his palms as the moss head leaned forwards again for a kiss as he shifted his weight once move to his knees, hands running down his sides for the umpteenth time that night. This reverence he was displaying, though so oddly out of character to Sanji, was mind blowingly welcome and the blond cook was pretty sure he could get used to this side of the stoic man.

Fuck his being romantic. One of these days it might just get the better of him...

The cook could feel himself getting aroused, the familiar sensation of a warmth in his stomach and a sudden surge of something in his blood and he grabbed at Zoro's shoulders, his palms resting on the swordsman's collarbones and his fingers pressing into the muscle where his back started as Zoro trailed down, pressing lazy and slow paced kisses in a path to the top of the dress the blond was still wearing. It was an almost perfect moment to say a certain three words when the marimo looked up to him with a smirk and lust blown pupils. But he didn't say a thing. And he certainly couldn't say that. He'd be lying to the man almost. Sanji didn't love Zoro. Not yet. He'd need more time, more talking and many things before he could say something like that and he was sure Zoro felt the same. But the urge to say it stayed and lingered for a while until the swordsman spoke.

"You gonna get undressed? It's a little awkward in this position…"

The urge to speak rushed right out of him to be replaced with the urge to stick his heel in Zoro's one remaining eye and fling him across the room. Instead his clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and rolled his eyes. "Fucking neanderthal; way to ruin it."

"Oi!" The swordsman shot him a glare sitting all way way back at the cook sat up. "How is me asking you to take this off ruining it?"

"Never mind." Looking away, Sanji took a deep breath, then looked back to the other man who simply titled his head slightly in question. "Lie down."

Zoro did as asked wordlessly, watching as the cook stood and turned to him, running his hands down his sides in a bad attempt to smooth out the green fabric, which was stupid to begin with since he was just gonna take it off. "Sanji, I..." with a pause, the marimo bit at his lip. "Just take it off, okay. I want you tonight, not the damned dress."

Sanji froze. "You… Don't want the dress..?" He looked confused, brow furrowed. "What? Why don't you want it? Was it a bad—?"

Zoro laughed softly and sat up. "There's nothing wrong with it. I like it. It's just… I don't…" He paused, shuffling when Sanji's gaze became expectant.

"You don't what, marimo?"Zoro looked down at the sheets. "I don't just like you in dresses… you know…"

"It's not about the dress," he continued when Sanji refused to drop the glare he could feel being burnt into the top of his head. "I mean, yeah, they are hot as fuck, but it's you I want, not this." He looked up, motioning a hand at the cook. "Okay, well maybe this one is the exception. How in the hell did you find one that looked just like my haramaki anyways?"

Sanji frowned at that, moving to straddle the swordsman's lap, bringing his arms around Zoro's neck. Hands lightly fell to his hips, as if Zoro didn't dare touch the temperamental cook right now. "I'm not telling," he smirked. "It's really me you want and not the outfits?"

"Yes, you dumbass." The marimo picked at the fabric over the cook's hip. "Come on, off with this before I get pissed and rip it off and I really don't want to do that."

"Heh…" Sanji huffed, "If you don't care about the dress so much then you won't care that I'm wearing boxers under this."

Zoro laughed. "Boxers? Really, cook?"

The blond lifted the bottom of the dress to reveal the very much there gray shorts that were a little tighter than they should have been, and he shrugged. "I couldn't find anything that matched with the colour…" He said.

The swordsman snorted and sat up fully, bending his knees to let the blond slide into his lap fully and placed his hands over the cook's own, helping him pull the material over his head and cast it aside. He hooked a hand around the back of the blond's neck and kissed him briefly, pulling away to laugh once more. "You're an idiot, cook."

"Look who's talking cyclops moss."

"Oh, creative." Zoro rolled his eye, ignoring the snort from the cook in favor of pulling him close and leaning back again against the bed.

Sanji came willingly, shifting himself so he was laying against the broad chest, the heat from his skin calming him in some ways and igniting his body in others. The swordsman seemed to be enjoying this just as much, letting a low groan escape him as the blond ground his hips down against the bulge in his pants.

Sitting up, he ran his hands down the muscled frame till the cook came to the hem of the fabric. "I'm not the only one who needs to take clothes off you shitty bastard."

Zoro smirked. "You wanna do it? Or shall I?"

Sanji's fingers pushing out the button and tugging down the zipper was the silent answer, but the cook gave no time for pulling the whole item off and his hand immediately delved into the swordsman's open slacks, palming at his clothed erection eagerly.

Zoro didn't even bother to stifle the noise that came out of his mouth, the deep moan catching him by surprise completely and Sanji chuckled softly, the marimo smiling up at him before groaning, tanned hands slipping off the cook's body and onto the bed, fisting up the sheets tightly.

Leaning forwards, Sanji nipped at the swordsman's neck, feeling the rushing pulse under his mouth and tongue. He wanted to do this right tonight and not have it turn into another brutal war between them, not that those weren't fun, but the atmosphere had been calmer tonight and he wanted to keep it that way.

"Zoro," he spoke against the tanned skin of the other man, hips grinding down against the swordsman's thighs as he pressed harder against the erect flesh in his hand. "Hands on me moss head."

Zoro smiled and rolled, flipping them over so that he was on top and that the cook's hand slipped out of his trousers. He ran his hands over Sanji's chest, excitement thrumming in his veins when a finger brushed against one nipple and sent the cook into a tight hiss of pleasure. His digits continued traveling down until Sanji busted out laughing and Zoro froze. "What's so funny, shit cook?" he frowned, suddenly insecure of his actions.

The cook tried to calm his breathing, his cheeks aching from grinning. "N-not there… It tickles a—"

Zoro suddenly had a wicked smile. "It tickles, eh?" His fingers, still on the cook's ribs moved with light movements and he watched as Sanji laughed, wriggling and batting at Zoro's arms.

"Stop- stop it you… shitty mosshead!"

Zoro leaned down and kissed the blond's stomach, feeling the muscles twitch with being tickled and chuckled. He couldn't recall the last time foreplay had actually been fun to him. With previous flings and even with the cook it had always been a serious business; that it was strictly teasing and pleasure. But this, this was childish but incredibly fun. Hearing Sanji's laughter was entirely different to moans and cries but it was more than welcome. Zoro was thoroughly enjoying himself and so was the cook and that was all that mattered.

The blond's laughter was contagious as well and Zoro found himself laughing into the cook's navel as thin fingers wrapped around his wrists in attempts to pull him away. "Stop!" The gasped plea was mixed with more laughter as the swordsman realized his breath must have been tickling the blond as well.

Still moving his hands, feeling the cook squirm under him in failed attempts to remove his hands, Zoro left open mouthed kisses down the light trail of hair till he came to the hem of Sanji's boxers. "You're so weird Sanji."

"Wh...what? Are you not?" The words came out between fits of giggles, the blond looking up from where Zoro lay near his crotch.

"I am." He smirked. "But I'm not telling you where."

Sanji have a lopsided smile. "I'll figure it out, I'm sure."

Zoro quirked an eyebrow; that sure sounded like a challenge. He pressed his lips to the obvious tent in the cook's boxers, enjoying the blond's sudden moan of pleasure. He continued mouthing it, still tickling at the sensitive skin of Sanji's ribs and almost laughed at how the man wriggled and made the most peculiar sounds as he did so. He looked up to see Sanji's eyes completely hidden by his ruffled up hair, and all that was visible was his smile and flushed cheeks.

The blond moved a leg, pressing against Zoro's own confined length and he let out a groan against the cook. Sanji's breath hitched at the same time the swordsman realized he had been so intent on Sanji that he had almost forgotten about what it was they were trying to do...almost.

Reluctantly he moved his hands, deciding that removing the rest of their clothing was the better choice for now, he could always tickle the cook later now that he knew where. Standing he quickly removed the rest of the other man's clothing, tucking his thumbs under the elastic of the gray boxers and pulling them off and away easily.

The content sigh that had left Sanji's mouth when he stopped tickling turned into a small yelp as his erection was exposed to the cool air, sitting up slightly to look at Zoro with wide eyes. It didn't last long, the panicked look as the swordsman returned to his previous position, tongue darting out to lick at the head as hands slid down strong thighs to rest against the bed.

Sanji writhed under the man for an entirely different reason that had nothing to do with tickling at all. Zoro's tongue flicked against his heated skin in a way that should have been illegal. He'd figured the swordsman would've been good with his tongue...he held a sword in his mouth and could enunciate words perfectly clear after all; but he wasn't expecting it to be this good. He tried to buck his hips up but Zoro held them down, much more gently than he had during their previous encounters. Sanji still had some bruises and tender spots but it looked like he wouldn't be getting any new additions tonight. He made a strange noise halfway between a choke and a cry when Zoro took him into his mouth, lips and tongue still moving firmly and confidently and the space was so warm that the cook wanted more. He needed more. He needed to feel that heat encircle him completely.

Hands came up into short cropped hair as the swordsman's name escaped him. Zoro paused for a split second as he focused on the grip in his hair before continuing, pressing the flat of his tongue against the throbbing vein and moving farther down the cook's length with ease.

The noises that fell from the blond were like music, despite the painful grip in is hair. Every small whimper and moan, exciting Zoro even further. "Hey Sanji," He should have known that talking would have been a huge mistake as the cook bucked his hips up, pulling tightly as the green hair, no doubt the vibrations of his words against the blond the cause.

With a wince, the swordsman sighed through his nose and pulled away from the other man. "I was going to say to not do that."

"Then don't talk! Fuck your damned abilities! Just...fuck." Panting, the cook let his head fall back against the bed as Zoro chuckled and delved back onto the blond.

Zoro snickered at the blond and managed one more lick before Sanji told him to stop. The cook, face red and flustered, sat up and reached down to tug at the swordsman's trousers.

"'S not fair if you don't take yours off too…" He panted and Zoro stayed still in silent agreement, letting the blond push down the items of clothing (he'd taken the boxers too) and only shifted slightly when they reached his bent knees, moving to let them pool around his ankles and finally slip off.

"Get my pants off the chair other there." Sanji flicked a hand behind them. "I brought..." He trailed off as Zoro raised an eyebrow and silently padded across the carpet to retrieve the bottle the cook was talking about.

Walking back over, he settled against the other end of the bed, leaning over the cook's head for a kiss. "So you had this planned then?"

"Yes, shitty marimo," The blond nodded tilting his head back to look up at the other man. Zoro appeared upside down, but the cook knew it was just the angle, each muscle firm and defined, moving with rippling ease as the other man shifted on the sheets. "Stop talking okay?"

"Okay." With a grin, Zoro hopped fully up onto the bed and turned, laying flush against the cook once more, pulling him against his chest in a kiss.

The green haired man pulled away. "Quick question though."

Sanji cocked his head."What?"

"How d'you wanna do this?"

The cook paused then shrugged. "Uh, whatever you want, I guess…"

"Alright," The swordsman kissed him again, angling his head to deepen the kiss as he cracked open the bottle with a snap of the lid. He felt Sanji smile against his mouth.

It was a bit difficult to slick his fingers with one hand, but Zoro managed, running the back of his hand down the cook's body, groaning into the kiss as the blond shifted, spreading his legs for Zoro without prompt or question.

Sanji pulled away as he circled his entrance and the swordsman couldn't help but chuckle at him, even after their few times, the cook always acted like he had no idea what was coming, was kinda cute. Not that Zoro would tell Sanji that, the cook would kick his ass if he did. "You trust me right? Just relax cook; I haven't hurt you before have I?"

The blond snorted. "Have you seen those bruises?"

"I'm being serious Sanji." Biting at his lip, the lithe man shook his head. Satisfied, Zoro leaned forwards, capturing the blond's mouth in a kiss as he pressed the first finger inside the tight heat of the other man.

Sanji hissed uncomfortably, not used to the feeling after almost over a week without the other doing this. He grunted and shifted, trying not to move away from Zoro's hand despite how much his body wanted to. The swordsman ran his free hand up the cook's thigh softly, rubbing circles soothingly as he mumbled something under his breath, leaning over to whisper it in the blond's ear, but Sanji wasn't registering it as he tried to adjust.

Zoro moved slowly, hovering over the cook, the top of his head against the bed as he spoke into Sanji's ear. It really didn't matter what he was saying as he knew Sanji wasn't listening to him. He waited for the cook to calm his breathing again, to relax his body back into the bed before he paused.

"Ready?" The swordsman breathed the word against the cook's ear, picking up his head to kiss him once more as Zoro pressed a second finger in with the first. Sanji hissed again, body arcing up against him as the other man tried to fight with himself on whether he wanted to jerk away from the swordsman and thrust himself further against him.

Zoro parted from him to take a breath, slowly starting to move his fingers. "Calm down… Just relax…"

Sanji scowled between his panting as the swordsman's digits began to rub in circular motions, spreading the lubricant as much as he could, twisting his hand to make sure he reached all areas. He growled. "Easy for you to say… You're not the uhnn-!" He broke off as the fingers began to stretch him. "You're… You're not the one…" He panted. "With fingers up their ass… bastard…"

Zoro hummed, chuckling lightly and pressed a quick kiss to the blond's cheek. "I might try it someday… you make it look fun, shitty cook."

"F-Fun?!" Sanji panted against Zoro's shoulder, taking a deep breath and swallowing. The initial sting was beginning to subside a bit, but he knew it wasn't over yet. The blond wouldn't ever admit it out loud, but he was quickly getting used to this more sentimental side of the rough and gruff swordsman.

Besides the idea of this situation reversed, having Zoro under him just as flushed and blown with lust as he was now, small whimpers escaping him...Sanji let out a low groan, looking up to the other man through lidded eyes.

Zoro's hair was matted against his forehead, the slight sheen of sweat visible as his one remaining dark eye searched his face affectionately. It was a weird emotion to see across the deadly man, and he didn't even realize he had wrapped his arms around the swordsman's neck till after he had done so. "Ready," he answered Zoro's unspoken question with a nod, pressing his mouth against the other man harshly.

Zoro had to tilt Sanji's head with his free hand to smoothen out the kiss as he withdrew his fingers. The blond moaned softly into the swordsman's mouth and shuddered at the loss; it was just beginning to feel good, damn it. Zoro opened his one good eye to see Sanji, eyelids tightly shut and jaw moving as he worked the kiss they had yet to break. He looked away to the side of him, spying the bottle. He moved his hand from Sanji's head, supporting his own body weight with the other as he patted his hand over the covers, fingers curling around and seizing the bottle. He brought it into himself and broke the kiss with the blond to undo the tipped it upside down, allowing the slippery liquid to seep onto his hand and reached down, covering himself in a slick coating and moaning at the friction and much needed attention before he aligned himself with the cook. He put his hand behind one of the blond's knees and lifted the long leg up to bend and hook over his shoulder. He leaned down over the lithe body beneath him and kissed the cook deeply, trying to convey everything in it. He was going to make the cook feel better than he ever had before. He was going to show him how much he cared, how much he needed this and needed him. Slowly, he began to press in.

Sanji's eyes snapped open at the sudden pressure, grip tightening around Zoro's neck as one hand snagged at his hair. He bit down on the swordsman's lip, the action simply a reaction to the shift in stimulation and feeling.The moss head paused at this, pulling his head back slightly. The cook was flushed and panting, the occasional swallow mixed in. "Sanji..." He leaned forwards to rest his forehead against the other, noses touching.

Gods how Sanji wanted this. This was the answer to the weird feeling that had rested in the pit of his stomach the last couple weeks. To have the marimo's attention completely on him and his wants, his reactions, his needs. With another deep breath through his nose, he forced his body to relax, letting his head fall away from Zoro's as they both let out a low groan as he moved again. Pressing deeper into Sanji's willing and quivering heat.

The cook tipped his head backwards into the sheets of the pushed together beds, exposing his throat and Zoro took the opportunity to lace kisses down his windpipe and nibble at the skin as he held still a moment longer to let Sanji adjust. He was breathing harshly, ragged exhales exiting his nose until the cook pulled sharply on his hair with a cracked voice as he said. "M-move…"

Zoro nodded against the blond's throat, lifting his head up to see Sanji's face twisted in a mixture of discomfort and uncertain pleasure. The swordsman stroked at the cook's thigh gently from where it was hooked over his shoulder before rolling his hips slowly.

Sanji gasped, his hair sticking to his face with sweat and heat, damp and plastered to his skin. Zoro did it again, building up a slow, steady and intense pace that was making the cook pant brokenly for more.

The leg on his shoulder tensed, pulling Zoro's chest forwards slightly. He got the hint to the movement, pulling farther away from the cook than he had been, snapping his hips forwards into the lithe form under him.

Zoro couldn't be sure if the action, driving himself back into the burning heat of his lover, or the way Sanji arced his back off the messed sheets, pulled the groan from his throat, but he really didn't care either. The cook was settling into it, letting the pleasure override the rest as he body rolled with his own, falling into a rhythm that had them both panting for breath.

It was unlike their other times together though. The pace was set, smooth and unrelenting, but the messages and emotions behind the actions were entirely different than before. There was more than a simple lust here, even if Zoro couldn't fully identify what it was yet.

All he knew was that having Sanji under him, moaning, panting and whimpering, small pleas to move faster, to keep going making the swordsman's head spin and he was enjoying every moment of it.

"Oh fuck!" Sanji gasped as Zoro's hips snapped up, striking at his sweet spot and making him see white. This was the most intense experience of them all so far. They way the swordsman's body moved against his and into him. The hotness of their skin as it reached fever pitch. The sweat that moistened his forehead, the heat of Zoro's breath against his chest. It was all too much. He was hyper aware of everything. His nerves felt alight and his blood was boiling over. There was a warmth in his stomach that was coiling ever tighter and straining to break. His senses were in overdrive. He needed release but he desperately needed more. Any word that tried to escape him broke into pants and moans and fractured breaths. The heady smell of Zoro, the man's hips bumping into the skin of his legs. Zoro was in everything and, right now, everything was Zoro.

(How the fuck am I supposed to top that...fuck.)

Sanji tightened around him, his entire body tensing, but not in a way that had Zoro thinking the other man was in pain. The low moans and broken attempts at speaking suggested anything but and he went for repeating his earlier thrust.

He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as the cook's voice rang out again with that same intense want and need. The swordsman was pretty sure he knew what was going on here now and adjusted himself and the cook slightly to keep up with the new angle, enjoying the wanton moans that fell unchecked from the cook's normally nasty mouth. Having the man speechless underneath him was slightly empowering to the moss head, but in an entirely different sense than it would have been if they had been fighting on the lawn deck of the Sunny.

He moved his hand down Sanji's leg, feeling the powerful muscles jump and quiver at his touch, before running his hand across the sheets to the bottle once more. Not caring about a mess on the sheets, Zoro spilled some onto them, swiping his fingers through it, pulling up what he could before reaching for the cook's neglected length. The entire point of tonight was to prove to Sanji he wanted more than just sex from him and he was determined to do just that as he slid his lube slicked fingers up the side of the blond's heated flesh.

The cook hissed, trapped between the swordsman's hand and the need to push down further on the man's length. Zoro's fingers left trails of fire on Sanji's swollen flesh and, for a moment, he couldn't breathe as usually rough hands now slicked up jerked his length. The movement could have made the cook scream though, the marimo was working him out of time, each pull of his hand lagging behind each thrust of his hips and it gave Sanji no chance to be relieved from the tension that threatened to consume his body. It just built up on top of itself, stacking up and stacking up to an insurmountable pressure and he knew he had to cum. He had to let go right now or there would be nothing of him left. He cried out to Zoro as the green haired man kissed his chest. He couldn't hold on much longer.

Sanji was right there, Zoro aware of it by nothing more than the way his body was shaking. The tension in his legs and body coiling around him, embracing him in a lust induced trance as the cook tried to focus on something, anything. His heart beat was erratic, matching his breathing and the bizarre movements he himself was making.

This drove his own end closer to the brink. Sanji's entire body was his weapon and he had it broken and vulnerable before him. Only he was capable of either driving that wedge further, to expose more of the cook's inner thoughts or he could stop and most likely feel the wrath of the power that was held there.

He pressed a kiss to the fluttering heart beat as short nails clawed at his back, trailing the only marks Zoro would willingly let be made there without question, the cook's sudden sharp gasp his only que.

"Zoro..!" Sanji gasped, voice breathless and scarcely there as he came undone, the tight knot in his stomach unraveling all onto the swordsman's hand. The green haired man strained, pushing in a few more times until the intense heat and tightness, amplified by the blunt nails drawing down his skin, tossed him far out over the edge without a hope of clinging on.

He groaned deeply, the noise thrumming through his chest and rattling the blond's bones to his core. He curled in on himself, forehead pressed firmly against the pale chest beneath him, panting to try and regain some control after the way he'd given himself to Sanji entirely. His limbs ached dully and he vaguely acknowledged the cook's leg slipping from his shoulder to the sheets as he lay down on top of the man, with his eyes closed. He felt Sanji's hand next to his and took it, fingers lacing and holding on tight as he tried to come down from his high.

Zoro's weight was welcome, blanketing him in some sort of false minded protection as he gripped back as hard on Zoro's fingers as the swordsman was doing to him. His breaths were shallow and weak from the other man's weight, but he didn't care right now; his post coital high still fogging his mind greatly.

With his free hand, Sanji ran it up over the rest of the swordsman's back, just feeling the warmth and unmarred skin before sliding his fingers into sweat slicked hair and kneading softly. He felt the hum from the swordsman against his chest as the other man picked his head up, slowly opening his eye to look at him.

"You're beautiful..." the marimo trailed off as he leaned up for a kiss. Sanji pulled his head back, glaring at him, pulling lightly as his hair for the comment. Zoro squinted against it and sighed. "Not like that; as a person. Your mind and soul Sanji. Who you are."

Sanji's face visibly softened and his grip on Zoro's hair went slack. He huffed. "Yeah, you're not that bad either for a marimo…" He wriggled slightly. "Hey, get off. Come on…" He tapped the swordsman lightly upside the head. "I can't feel my legs."

Zoro chuckled and sat up, pulling out. The cook made a strained sound, the pressure there suddenly gone leaving a sticky sensation of what was, no doubt, lubricant and the swordsman's release. The green haired man pushed over to lay at Sanji's side, refusing to let go of the cook's hand.

They were silent a while until the heat that had oppressed them both finally vanished and turned their skin to goosebumps. Softly, Zoro spoke. "Did I prove it?"

"Prove what?" Sanji murmured, his throat was raw and he wanted a smoke but his jacket was in the bathroom and he wasn't up for moving right now after that. He wasn't even sure he could.

Zoro turned his head, one eye tired and worn but content. "That it wasn't just a casual fuck…?"

Sanji coughed a laugh and looked at the marimo. His fringe flopped into his face but Zoro's free hand was already there, brushing it aside. The cook smiled. "Yeah… You proved it alright."

Zoro squeezed the blond's hand. "Good…"

"Good?"

Zoro rolled onto his side and pressed his lips in a kiss to Sanji's. When he pulled away he was smirking. "I like you, cook."