Compared to the first time he had been on set with the other man – a nervous, blushing wreck – this time he was the picture of a perfectly composed professional. It was shocking what a single session in front of a camera along with a healthy dose of rejection could do for one's motivation; not that Sanji had ever been that shy to begin with. However, his previous encounter with the disgruntled porn star had managed to stifle what little reservations he had remaining about the other man.

Hands coming up to adjust the sleek black tie around his neck, he tugged it snugly into the collar of the finely ironed white button up he had been supplied with. Dropping a hand to smooth out any wrinkles that might have still been in the fabric as he was determined to get the shoot done flawlessly the first time. As he made his way out of the bathroom he idly checked the buttons on the cuffs were done up properly while his gaze was drawn to the set.

Nearing the classroom that was set up, he found Ace and various other crew members scurrying about setting up multiple cameras at different angles in preparation. It seemed that since their first video, the funding Nami was providing for this shoot was infinitely better, not to mention the set was definitely much classier if not hilariously cliche. Several rows of desks, an out of date chalkboard, and a sturdy teacher's desk that was about to get a thorough use.

Zoro was already seated at the desk at the front of the classroom – flipping through a magazine with a droll look on his sour face – already dressed for the part of school professor. Sanji refrained from biting his lip and instead opted for gnawing on the inside of his cheek as the spectacle of the man filling out a suit was one he hadn't prepared himself for. Even hunched over the desk as he was Sanji could already feel a flush of arousal scurrying up his neck as it was a scenario that he had always dreamed of seeing the other man in but having never been privy to.

Finding the desk in the middle of set that he had been assigned to sit in, he plopped down and kicked his feet up onto it as he slyly gazed at the other man from behind his bangs. Tweed jacket just a tad too tight across his normally broad shoulders had Sanji's fingers itching to know what it would feel like to slide underneath, to grasp at the muscular body still hidden by a smart dress shirt. The opportunity was only a few minutes away but Sanji already found himself ridiculously impatient to get a hold of the man once more.

After coming to the disillusioning conclusion that Zoro was nothing more than a conceited jackass; it had become infinitely easier to think of the man in a simply sexual light. Now all he really wanted was to get the man back inside him so his memories of their other time together would stop haunting him so furiously.

"We're almost ready here." Ace called out, dragging both actor's attention to him as he inquired with a smirk, "How you two doing?"

"Great." Sanji responded cheerfully at the same time Zoro gave a grunt in response, certainly not the grinning idiot he was on their first shoot several weeks ago. However, as Sanji watched him tuck away the magazine in one of the desk drawers he noticed that it seemed the man looked bored; a fact that Sanji was intent on changing in a few minutes.

A bit more time passed as Ace finished up the last touches with his camera angles and lighting, then a little bit of conversation took place between the three of them on script and position details. Zoro just nodding along lazily as it was clear he had heard the speech a hundred times before – which he most likely had – as Sanji paid a tad closer attention so as not to mess anything up. It wasn't long afterwards that Ace was hurrying off set and ducking behind the camera and they were starting.

"Aaaction." Ace hummed happily, flicking a button on the camera as a red light flared into life and the room suddenly fell eerily quite as everything else faded away. It was surprisingly easy for Sanji to forget that there were at least a dozen other people there watching them, but he supposed he was so used to fantasizing about these situations with the other man that it was easy to pretend no one else existed when it was just them.

Adjusting the arms he had crossed stubbornly over his chest, he vaguely kept in mind the loose script Ace had wanted them to follow, though having off handedly told them to have some fun with it. Turning his head to the side to glance at the clock on the wall, he feigned boredom as he turned back to face the front while scowling petulantly. However, when his gaze returned to the front Zoro had abandoned the papers on his desk in favour of turning a very intense gaze onto Sanji.

The shiver that raced up Sanji's spine was inevitable when faced with the raw sexual charisma of the other man while he was in character, and regardless of their previous confrontation Sanji couldn't stop himself from revelling in every second of it. Years of watching other people in the same position he was, and now he had the man all to himself – certainly not in all the ways he would've liked – but he would take what he could get.

"Get your feet off the desk." Zoro ordered huskily, the deep timbre the man had adopted for the scene affecting Sanji embarrassingly fast as this time he didn't even try to hide it as he bit his lower lip earnestly. Loving the way Zoro's gaze dropped for just a moment to look before returning to meet Sanji's gaze with a renewed effort to appear steadfast.

"Make me." Sanji goaded teasingly, letting a hint of arousal trickle into his voice – the student he was portraying was in love with his teacher after all – watching for Zoro's reaction with a playful smirk. The irony of their situation was not at all lost on the blond, but if anything made the script quite easy to memorize and repeat; a lot of the words not even feeling forced.

"Excuse you?"

"You heard me." Sanji jeered pleasantly, thoroughly enjoying being able to talk somewhat rudely to the other man without having to worry about the retaliation of being slammed against a wall, well at least not yet. There was plenty of time and several more future shoots to look forward to over the next couple months.

Zoro rose sharply, finally giving Sanji a proper look at the snug fitting suit that clung to the other man in unfairly tantalizing ways. A single button done up on the front of the jacket pulled all the seams and lines of the coat taut around his waist and accentuated just how tapered the man's impressive physique was. The fitted pants – intentionally one size too small – clung to his thick thighs as Sanji would give anything to have the man turn around so he could see what his ass looked like.

Refraining from breaking character, he returned his gaze back up to Zoro's where the man had very obviously noticed Sanji's straying gaze. Scowl hardening a little further as he snapped his fingers aggressively, pointed at the floor beside himself and growled, "Get over here."

"Or what?" Sanji preened happily, loving the fact that was actually able to sass the other man without fear of reprehension. Asking the next line teasingly but knowing full well that in a few minutes the man would be following through on Sanji's taunting, "You gonna spank me?"

If Sanji didn't know better it appeared as though Zoro's resolve faltered for a moment, but was very quickly masked with an exasperated expression as he grunted flatly, "Would it teach you anything?"

"Maybe." Sanji cajoled with a wide grin, already shamelessly imaging what it was going to be like to have the other man punish him in such ways. He certainly wasn't opposed to it, and he was well aware that Zoro had done videos like it in the past; even much more risque ones than what they were going to do.

Zoro sighed heavily, his earlier aggression melding into defeat as he grumbled, "Not only do you waste your own time with these ridiculous detentions, but mine as well."

"Give me some incentive to stop then." Sanji countered easily.

"Hm?" Zoro inquired with a curious grunt, eyebrow arching high as he watched Sanji haughtily, and the blond had to fight back a grin at the banter. Sanji didn't know what it was about the man that got his blood burning so swiftly, but their repartee was already affecting him in ways that it really shouldn't; Zoro's stern glare and harsh grumble making Sanji breathlessly aroused within moments.

"You know why I do this." The words feeling strangely honest coming from his lips, gaze locked with Zoro as he began to wonder if the man had actually figured out why Sanji was here. Zoro certainly wasn't the only reason for him getting into pornography, but he was largely responsible for why Sanji had applied at Mugiwara Studios.

"Oh?" Zoro intoned curiously, feigning ignorance. Hand slipping into the pocket of his already too tight slacks as the other remained poised on the desk, watching Sanji daringly. It was all for show, Sanji had to remind himself sternly, none of Zoro's words or actions were actually inviting Sanji to make a move on him; it was all just for the cameras.

Heaving a dramatic sigh, Sanji kicked his feet off the desk and rose with a dramatic flourish, stalking to the front of the room in a few easy strides until he stood in front of the other man. Regardless of their age difference, Sanji's young, lanky figure lent him a height advantage as he stood almost exactly as tall as the other man and was able to lean in with a goading smirk.

"You know," Sanji mused – the words echoing his own true emotions – hand trailing along the desk until it eventually made contact with Zoro's. Revelling in the panicked twitch he felt before Zoro properly snatched his hand away, leaving Sanji wondering just how much of his reaction had been genuine, "I've liked you for a long time."

The words that would normally seem awkwardly forced and dialogue that always seemed painfully cliche, fell from his lips easily. Mugiwara had always had a little bit more convincing scripts than most studios, though it really helped that everything Sanji was saying echoed his actual emotions when it came to this man. Hands coming up to grasp the sleeves of the other man lightly, he crowded himself up against Zoro while the man refused to budge from his position.

"Ever since I first saw you I've been wondering what it'd be like..." Sanji trailed off, honestly forgetting whatever ridiculous anecdote he had been scripted to say as his lips hovered inches over Zoro's. Feeling the wisps of hot breath fluttering across his face as the man smelt faintly of alcohol, the narrow distance between them causing his skin to flush in his impatience. Arousal coiling in his gut as his grip on Zoro's arms tightened and he found his desperation to kiss the other man stemming from a much deeper place than just the acting they were doing.

Tugging down sharply, he closed the minute space between them as he sealed his lips over Zoro's and moaned in relief at the timid response he found. Deep in the back of his mind he knew Zoro was supposed to act surprised, but Sanji couldn't stop himself from basking in the glorious sensation of properly kissing the man. Before had been too rushed, too aggressive; here he was just supposed to be a teenage boy in love with his teacher, and in a way he kind of was.

A hand releasing its tenuous hold on Zoro's jacket, Sanji raised it to carefully thread through Zoro's hair as he urged the man closer to deepen the kiss. Sanji's tongue darting out to lick Zoro's upper lip before prodding teasingly, beginning to grow curious over the man's lack of response. It wasn't until he had managed to get his tongue in Zoro's mouth and start to kiss him more earnestly that Zoro finally reacted.

Hands twitching at first before surging up with surprising force to grip Sanji's waist, turning them both around and pushing Sanji up against the desk roughly. Biting down a complaint, Sanji just allowed himself a subtle nip to Zoro's lower lip which was met with a growl and an aggressive kiss in return. From what had moments ago been an unmovable statue, Zoro had sprung to life with a tenacity that was almost frightening.

Mouth slanting over Sanji's to finally kiss him back eagerly – oddly not nearly as aggressive as their first time – a furtive tenderness to his motions as his hands desperately moved over Sanji's body. A hand hiking Sanji's leg up over his hip as another came to grasp the back of the blond's neck to keep him from leaning out of the kiss. Backing Sanji up further onto the desk until he was finally sitting on it and papers were being sent to litter the floor, Zoro ignoring them in favour of forcing himself fully between Sanji's parted thighs.

Sanji's one hand still hadn't moved from where it had been nervously tangled in Zoro's jacket sleeve and he berated himself for the nervous tremor he felt there. Despite how real the confession had felt, he needed to stay in character and make sure he was reciprocating properly. Forcing himself to let go, he reached up to begin helping Zoro out of his jacket even as the man was already quickly working at unbuttoning Sanji's shirt.

When Sanji had managed to get the jacket partially down the man's arms, Zoro paused and stepped back a few feet to quickly jerk out of the confining clothe and throw it aside carelessly. Sanji remained leaning on the desk panting breathlessly from the short make out session they had just had as he vaguely felt a camera hovering over his shoulder. No doubt filming Zoro stripping as it was always a highlight of any of his videos, but Sanji couldn't help it as he stared slack jawed at the other man as it happened.

It was one thing to see it in a video, but it was a completely different thing to see in real life; especially when the man's predatory stare was turned on Sanji and he was powerless to look away. Zoro's dark eyes were locked onto his and for the first time Sanji honestly felt like the man was actually looking at him and not just faking it. Tan fingers slowly working off the buttons as Sanji's tongue darted out to wet his lips as more and more skin was slowly revealed.

By the time he had gotten the shirt undone Sanji was about ready to leap off the desk and rip it the rest of the way off himself, but then Zoro reached up, snagged the collar, and proceeded to do it for him. In fact, he did it far better than Sanji could have ever hoped for – with a little shimmy in his shoulders – as though he were paid to take his clothes off for a living, which Sanji supposed he technically was.

Jaw still hanging embarrassingly open as Zoro tossed the shirt aside and stepped back between Sanji's legs, both hands coming down to nab Sanji's thighs and tug him forward. An embarrassing squeak managed to get passed Sanji's lips, which only made Zoro grin harder as Sanji was beginning to realize the man was gloating. Not really given a chance to respond as Zoro finished unbuttoning Sanji's shirt and leaned down to lay a demanding kiss to the skin there.

Zoro's hands slid down Sanji's thighs to grip the blond's waist in a firm hold, pinning Sanji in place as he set about worshipping Sanji's body with his mouth and all the blond could do was let his head fall back in a distraught moan as he was beginning to realize just how out of his league Zoro was when it came to all of this. Sanji was well acquainted with sex and the human body, but Zoro had clearly been doing this for a lot longer as Sanji couldn't do much but lay back and gasp as the man's tongue completely unravelled his mind.

Keeping Sanji distracted with his mouth teasing the blond's nipple, Zoro began working the dress shirt off of Sanji's shoulders; tugging it down too quickly and forgetting about the cuff buttons. The shirt now a tangle around Sanji's hands as the blond's arms were effectively trapped behind his back thanks to the green-haired buffoon and his impatience.

"You-" Sanji started before he was cut off by Zoro's lips slamming over his own, indignant until he realized Zoro had done it to keep him from saying something he wasn't supposed to and ruining the shoot. Relaxing somewhat in gratitude as he allowed Zoro to continue to fiddle with Sanji's shirt until he felt a rather forceful tug, the cinching of fabric, and Sanji was pulling away with wide eyes. "Hey!"

Giving a forceful jerk of his arm, Sanji discovered that not only had Zoro not undone his cuffs to get the shirt the rest of the way off, but he had also tied the remaining fabric around his hands and wrists in a confining knot. However no one was calling for them to cut and judging by Zoro's cheeky grin they weren't about to stop him. Sanji attempted a few more times to wrestle a hand free but was soon halted by Zoro leaning down to tut, "You told me to make you stop."

Dark eyes glinted playfully, daring Sanji to say something out of character as the blond simply stared back at the older man lividly. Gifting him with a wry grin before leaning his face away from the camera and murmuring as quietly as he could against Zoro's neck, "This wasn't in the script."

"It was in mine." Zoro whispered back, dismissing Sanji before the blond even really had an opportunity to call Zoro's bluff and dropping to his knees. Sanji's previous annoyance forgotten as he watched in disbelief as another of his teenage fantasies was coming to life before his very eyes.

Zoro's fingers making quick work of Sanji's pants – the clothing soon also discarded on the floor – as the older porn star leaned over Sanji's throbbing cock intently. Sanji's mouth going dry in anticipation as Zoro snatched it up in a calloused grip and gave a few teasing strokes that had Sanji biting back a whimper. Sanji could hardly believe he was moments from having his cock sucked by Zoro Roronoa and had to make an effort to remind himself he was still being filmed.

Sanji leaned back on his bound hands, trying to get a better view, and watched as Zoro proceeded to take all of Sanji's cock immediately into his mouth without warning. The hot sensation causing his toes to curl, and as the head pressed against the back of Zoro's throat nothing in the world could've stopped him from whining loudly, "Oh, fuck~"

There was an odd sensation that took Sanji a moment to realize was Zoro smirking around Sanji's dick, before the man dipped his head forward once more and did what he was best at. It was widely known that the man easily gave the best blow jobs in the industry – one of his most notable videos was a foursome when he had first started off at eighteen – even with both of his hands busy with two other men he had still made the third cum with only his mouth. It was still one of Sanji's favourite videos, and he was also very quickly realizing why the man had cum so easily with Zoro's mouth on his cock.

Head tipping back, Sanji continued to moan obscenely as Zoro proceeded to give him the best blow job he had ever received. Tightening his lips at just the right moments, tongue teasing the head at just the right time, dipping down to envelope Sanji entirely with every single bob of his head; Sanji had to bite his tongue and think nasty thoughts almost immediately to keep himself from coming.

After nearly five minutes of blissful torture, Zoro's mouth retracted off of Sanji's dick with an obscene pop and the image of Zoro's mouth smirking down at him while covered in saliva after having just come off of Sanji's dick was going to haunt the blond forever. His already painfully erect dick gave a needy twitch as a whine slipped past his lips, Zoro's grin becoming predatory as he leaned over the blond while reaching for his own belt.

"Cut!"

Sanji wanted to curse aloud in his frustration, barely getting control over his scowl at being interrupted as filming was brought to a halt for the next scene. Zoro was panting a bit harder than Sanji had expected, and as they both straightened somewhat and tried to recover from what had happened, Zoro noted huskily, "Not bad."

Pushing himself up, Sanji remained leaning on the desk with his arms still tied behind his back as he was confused for a moment on what the man was talking about. Sitting wide eyed until he realized the man was referring to the whole take and he shrugged while countering scathingly, "It's called acting."

The look of surprise would've been worth it if not for the angry scowl that followed moments afterwards as they both recalled their dispute in the elevator a couple weeks ago. Zoro stalking away for a drink of water as Sanji was left naked on the desk wondering why he felt the need to rise to the other man's bait so quickly.

Brushing it off, he instead focused on the next several minutes of getting oddly prepped by a man that wasn't about to fuck him, and whom very obviously had an erection thanks to the display he had just witnessed. It was definitely one of the more weirder aspects of pornography, but thanks to Zoro's mouth on his dick he was horny enough to allow just about anyone to touch him. Eventually he was back on the desk, prepped, and more than ready as Zoro was back on set looking less irritable than he had when he left.

There was a bit of fumbling around with everyone getting back into position, but Ace was soon calling for them to start and Zoro was suddenly back in his space and perhaps even more intent than before. Two lube slick fingers were sliding into Sanji from the front as the other hand took a sharp hold of Sanji's cock and began stroking with an expertise that had the blond's head tipping back as he let out a tortured moan.

Hands still bracing on the desk behind him – trapped in the confines of his shirt – as all he could go was lean back and let the older man have his fun. One leg hooking behind Zoro's knee as the other crooked at his hip, the limbs desperately clinging to the other man the only way for Sanji to show just how needy he was at the moment. Foot pressing into the other man's upper thigh in a pitiful attempt to force him forward and get his fingers deeper, instead of the torturous, teasing pace the man was currently setting.

Judging from the wide grin on Zoro's face he was well aware of exactly what he was putting the blond through, and Sanji had to fight every instinct he had to break character and yell at the man for being a shitty cock tease. Pleading gaze locking on to Zoro's as every stroke of his hand, press of his fingers, and carefully heated look was all just designed to tease him and he was clearly enjoying Sanji's suffering.

Teeth finding his lip once more, he bit down on it through a particularly breathy moan as he decided to take matters into his own hands. As long as it wasn't too off script Ace shouldn't care, besides all they wanted was a good show and if he could throw Zoro off his game a little bit than it was that much better.

Tucking his hands underneath, Sanji fell back until he was resting on his elbows and he was able to get his legs in a much more controlling position around Zoro's waist. Keeping in mind the cameras and making sure he wasn't blocking any views, he hooked his ankles firmly behind Zoro as he dragged the man onto him and grinded his hips back as well. Effectively trapping Zoro's hand between his own hip and Sanji as the blond's head tipped back with a guttural groan at finally getting him in properly.

A quiet, disgruntled noise could vaguely be heard from above, but Sanji no longer cared if the other man was annoyed or not by his improvisations. Instead he just continued to ride out the waves of pleasure that were elicited from finally having the man back inside of him after so many weeks. Even if it was just his hand, Sanji had gotten a taste of the other man and now he was horribly addicted, regardless if the man was a self severing asshole or not.

For the next couple minutes cameras hovered awkwardly close to his shoulder and over Zoro's to get different angles as Sanji continued to use his legs to keep up the motion. Zoro's annoyance having faded fairly fast in exchange for slack jawed arousal that simply egged Sanji on. Acting or not, Sanji revelled in the gaze directed his way until Zoro seemed to get fed up – or he had been given a signal – and he was pulling away slightly.

Sanji watched eagerly as Zoro kept one hand firmly inside Sanji while the other worked at getting his pants undone, the action taking a little bit longer as he struggled to get the tight fabric down past his thighs. By the time he was fully exposed and ready, Sanji was unbelievably impatient; foot kicking the man in the rear to urge him forward and get on with it already. It had been all that had been on his mind for weeks really, constantly thinking of what it had been like when he had last had the man inside him.

Spending far too much time getting himself properly lined up for the sake of the cameras, Sanji sent the man a baleful look which was easily ignored. Glad the cameras weren't focused on his frustrated expression as Zoro playfully thrusted the tip of his cock against his entrance for far too long. However, when Zoro finally committed and slid inside with one smooth thrust Sanji had to bite his lower lip to keep from moaning something obscenely off script.

Head falling back, all he could do was brace himself on his elbows as Zoro immediately set a brutal pace that had him whimpering happily as that addictive need to be stretched was finally satisfied. Zoro's arms hooking under his knees and gripping his thighs in a possessive hold that was sure to leave marks as he slammed into Sanji over and over.

After waiting weeks to finally get back here, Sanji just allowed himself to relax, lean back, and accept everything Zoro was offering. Already having waited far too long as his eyes fell shut and he idly imagined that they weren't being filmed, that this wasn't something Zoro was getting paid to do.

Once the cameras had gotten enough, Sanji was jarred from his imaginings by Zoro roughly pulling out and dragging Sanji off the desk. The blond's eyes snapping open in surprise as he vaguely remembered the other position Zoro was supposed to take as an eager grin split his face. Zoro rolling his eyes with a barely concealed smile as he spun Sanji around and pushed him down onto the hard desk, unable to brace himself as Zoro took a firm hold on the bundle of fabric that was keeping Sanji's hands bound and used it as leverage to pull Sanji back onto himself.

With a much better angle, Zoro once again got his previous pace back as he seemed intent on getting as deep inside Sanji as physically possible. Laying his cheek on the desk, Sanji allowed his body to be rocked back and forth across the surface as he couldn't do much more than moan happily and thrust his hips back to meet Zoro's. Getting into pornography had been the best decision of Sanji's young life if only for this exact moment of having Zoro Roronoa bending him over a desk and thrusting into him with a murderous vengeance.

A rather poignant smack rung out in the quiet room as Zoro's hand connected with Sanji's rear, palming the abused flesh moments after with a greedy squeeze. Breathy moan getting trapped in Sanji's throat as he jerked in surprise after having completely forgotten about this part of the shoot. Zoro's motions slowing somewhat as he seemed to be taking a moment to actually enjoy himself as his hand connected once more on Sanji's ass.

Several more abusive hits had Sanji turning to press his forehead against the desk as he whined pitifully. The sensations becoming overwhelming as every time he clenched in response to a smack, Zoro would thrust in pointedly to get the most out of Sanji tightening around him. Biting his lip hardly kept his needy moans at bay as all he really wanted to do was beg for the man to let him cum already.

Hunching over Sanji's prone form, Zoro never broke his pace as he dragged his nails roughly down the tender flesh of Sanji's ass while preening, "I thought you wanted to be punished; is it too much?"

"Too good." Sanji slurred his response through a heady gasp, hating that his hands had been trapped for the entirety of this damn shoot as all he wanted was to touch the other man, or his own dick. Blearily wincing over his shoulder as he begged, "Please let me cum..."

Sanji could feel Zoro still for a moment before his hands slowly slid down to take a firm hold on Sanji's waist and the blond had to refrain from crying happily in relief. Zoro setting a gorgeous pace that no longer had anything to do with himself, the cameras, or teasing the blond; solely intent on just making Sanji cum. And it didn't take long; after only a few moments of working Sanji with deliciously timed thrusts Sanji found himself spilling over with a guttural moan as his only warning.

Pulling Sanji up at the last moment, Zoro held Sanji's quivering body against his as he was still buried balls deep within the blond as he exposed him for the cameras. Free hand coming down to milk every last drop from Sanji's weeping cock as his thrusts aimed to do the same; keeping the blond held in this position until the tension eventually leaked from him as his orgasm ended.

Placing him back on the desk, Zoro went about finishing himself off as he thrusted back into Sanji with a greedy pace that was no longer for the benefit of anyone but himself. Sanji's hips slamming repetitively against the edges of the desk as he was surely gonna have bruises later, riding the waves of pleasure until Zoro made a familiar grunt and this time pulled out. Sanji vaguely feeling hot splashes of the man's ejaculate decorating his abused rear as he just moaned happily at the knowledge that the man had once again cum thanks to Sanji.

A moment later Zoro was leaning heavily over Sanji, hand tangling in blond hair as Sanji's whole body quaked as he felt the man's teeth gently graze the shell of his ear before growling, "Learned your lesson yet?"

"Not even close." Sanji bemoaned happily, head dropping forward to gladly thud heavily onto the desk as he revelled in the sensations still rocking through his body. Legs quivering uselessly as they knocked against the desk, toes dragging on the floor as there was no way he was going to be standing up any time soon.

Ace could absently heard calling for the end of the shoot as Zoro went about untying the shirt and finally freeing Sanji's hands. Bringing them around to push himself up, Sanji rested on the desk as he still didn't trust himself to attempt walking. Placing a hand on his shoulder as he rotated it to try and get out the stiffness as Zoro watched him and grunted, "What was with that line?"

"Nah, nah." Ace waved Zoro off absently, as he neared the two naked men while musing, "I like it; it'll stay."

Only slightly relieved that he wasn't going to get in trouble for going off script several times, Sanji began to work the stiffness out of the other shoulder as he kept his gaze pointedly on Ace and asked, "So we done?"

"Yeah, I'll let you know when the video is posted." Ace grinned, "Nami will call with details for the next shoot."

"Cool." Sanji murmured tiredly, finally brave enough to push himself to his feet and then immediately making for the showers without a backwards glance to the two men. Fully intent on showering and getting out of here without having to make any more small talk with Zoro. After the way he had acted at the end of the other shoot, Sanji wasn't looking forward to another cold shoulder; best he get out while he could.

TBC...