~Okay… I know it's been so long… But here it is finally! Between my computer breaking and my nosy mom looking through my files I have created the fourth chapter of A Little to the Left. I have big plans for this story and I have no intention of abandoning it! (I have another ZoSan story planned also. -giggles-) I apologize for the wait and I want to have the next chapter up as soon as I can. So here we go…~

Chapter 4

"Well…" Zoro started to speak his mind and then stopped, glaring at the ground.

Sanji looked at the swordsman, impatiently waiting for his answer. "Come on. We both know what is the obvious thing that has got to be done." The cook drawled. "The question is, are you going to stand there while I do it or are you going to stay and watch."

Zoro's reaction was instantaneous.

"W-What? Of course I don't want to watch! Gross!" He sputtered, and flinched.

Sanji's expression turned slightly crestfallen, thinking something along the lines of, 'I'm not gross…' He played in some imaginary dirt on the floor. "Whatever. I'm not going to jack-off. So don't worry about it." Sanji explained and thought to himself. 'Besides that is way too embarrassing if the Marimo knows I'm doing it.'

Zoro frowned and nodded. "I should probably go to bed anyway."

"Alright. See you in the morning." Sanji replied. 'I can take care of this when he leaves.' he thought..

The swordsman nodded again and lifted his leg over the side of the crow's nest.

Suddenly, Sanji remembered something. "Shit. Zoro, isn't it time for your watch?"

"Huh? Oh, I guess." Zoro said bringing his leg back over.

Sanji frowns. "Then you have to stay here…" Spreading duties among nakama was important to the Straw-hat crew, whether they were performed correctly or not. It was unspoken rule, of sorts.

"But, how…" The swordsman's gaze lowers to Sanji's erection straining the zipper of his black trousers. "…will you take care of that?" He pointed. "You were going to when I left right?"

"S-Shut up. I'll just wait for it to go away and climb down when it's gone. There is no way I am going down that ladder. It'll hurt like hell…"

Zoro paused a moment, almost as if he wanted to say something and then disregarded it, scratching the back of his head.

"Suit yourself, Cook." He folded his arms.

Sanji bit his lip. The whole time he and Zoro had been talking, his arousal hadn't waned even a little bit. To be honest he'd lied in his previous statement about the ladder, the cook doubted his legs were even stable enough to support him climbing down it. Sanji felt as if his arousal had increased tenfold, and it was messing with his head. Normally he could go for hours in a state of arousal. How long had it been since he'd last masturbated? Four… Five months? He must be sexually frustrated and his body was punishing him for not relieving the tension.

What's worse is that Sanji's body decided to react when Zoro… fucking Zoro, had given him a massage. He'd never live it down… Not in a million years.

Shaking himself from his gloomy thoughts, Sanji glances up at Zoro. The swordsman squinted his eyes toward the black horizon, actually searching for enemy ships for once instead of sleeping. The cook secretly applauded him.

The breeze picked up and ruffled both Zoro and Sanji's hair. Sanji held his left bang in place while the surprisingly chilly air swirled around them. It was then that Sanji found Zoro's eyes locked on his, a bewildered expression on the swordsman's face.

"What?" The cook questioned him feeling hot despite the chill.

Zoro turned his head. "Nothing." He tapped the wall with his boot. "I was just thinking that you are going to be bitchy later if you don't take care of that boner."

Sanji rolled his eye. Such an obvious cover up. He'd buy it, for now. "So is that why you are such an ass all the time? I bet you haven't gotten laid in so long that you can hardly think straight." The cook smirked.

The swordsman shrugged. "You are no different then I am. I highly doubt either of the girls have let you anywhere near the bed with them." Zoro countered.

"Watch your mouth! Women should be treated as goddesses! If Nami has no interest in sex with me… then I…don't either." The cook's anger faded to confusion.

Zoro looked incredulous. "You don't want sex with Nami? What about Robin? Isn't sex what you've been after all this time with all your doting and shit?"

The cook rubbed his face with his hands. "So you think the only reason that I love women is so I could get in their pants…?" Sanji glared at Zoro through his fingers, bubbling with rage. "I love women for beauty. Not just sex."

The swordsman sighed and sat down next to Sanji, who looked ready to explode.

"Alright, alright. I didn't know you'd get all pissed about it." He ran his fingers though his short green hair. "Sorry I said anything."

Sanji's cerulean eye opened wide, all anger gone. "Repeat what you just said."

"What? About you being pissed?" Zoro questioned, confused.

The cook shook his head. "No, the other thing."

"…Sorry?" Zoro frowned.

Sanji snorted in laughter. "I can't believe it! The Idiot-Swordsman actually said sorry. What happened to Mr. Everything-that-happens-to-me-is-someone-else's-fault?" He laughed even harder.

Zoro's brow furrowed. "I don't think that. And don't laugh." He sulked.

The cook's laughter subsided, but then he suddenly slumped over. His head fell onto Zoro's shoulder.

"Cook?" Zoro voiced aloud.

Sanji groaned in Zoro's ear and sat up. "I just felt light-headed. Didn't mean to fall over like that, sorry."

"What's with all the apologies today…?" Zoro looked down to see that the bulge in Sanji's pants had in no way diminished and found that Sanji seemed disoriented, his breath faster than normal. "Holy shit, Cook! No wonder you're light-headed. All your blood is in your dick!…" Zoro's face went completely red after his statement but it went unnoticed by Sanji.

Sanji growled. "I can't help it if my body decides to do what it wants." The cook was in big trouble. By then his erection was extremely painful and he knew if it continued he would have to give in and masturbate. But Zoro probably wouldn't care if he did, would he? No, it was too embarrassing. He got a boner from a guy giving him a massage and now he wanted to masturbate in front of that same guy? How gay is that? He couldn't do it. Sanji's pride as a man wouldn't allow it.

"Hey, Cook." Zoro's baritone interrupted his thoughts. "If you need to jack-off. I can just… you know... I can do it too, so it's not awkward." Zoro's expression was not seen because his head was turned in the opposite direction.

Sanji blinked. Why hadn't he thought of that? It was normal for shipmates to masturbate together because of close quarters and the lack of women. That way it wasn't as embarrassing as being caught jacking-off alone, and it decreased the amount of fighting and tension between the crew so it was actually encouraged.

And Zoro was fine with this?

"Is that alright? You won't be breaking any swear of celibacy will you?" Sanji raised a curly eyebrow.

Zoro shook his head. "Nah… I do what I please, when I want it."

Sanji grinned. Typical Zoro.

Feeling more up to task the cook thought of a proposition. "Alright. Let's do this. But we'll make it a challenge. First person to cum looses." Sanji smirked devilishly.

Zoro seemed to think about it then asked, "What happens if one of us looses?"

The cook raised a finger. "When you loose, you will do whatever I tell you to do for the next week."

Zoro mulled it over with a painful expression. "Okay. But when you loose you have to do whatever I tell you to do." He copied Sanji's statement with a smirk.

Sanji shrugged. "Sure. But get yourself hard first. It's not an even start if I am hard before you are."

"…Sounds fair." Zoro pulled off his haramaki and unzipped the fly of his trousers.

The clang of Sanji undoing his belt buckle was heard as well as a second sound of an undone zipper. "That's better…" Sanji breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure was lessened. He then pulled the elastic band of his underwear down and exposed his length to the air.

A cough was heard from the swordsman as he pulled down the fabric of his own trousers. Zoro pulled out his cock and started stroking it gently, his expression almost stoic.

Sanji glanced sheepishly at Zoro's manhood and compared their sizes. Discovering no real difference in size the cook looked away before he was noticed. One thing was for sure, the swordsman had an impressive length… and girth, but Sanji did too so there was nothing to envy. The cook had also been surprised to see that Zoro was already almost fully aroused. It was strange since it hadn't been long after the marimo's hand had started moving.

Sanji's breath hitched as a cold gust of wind brushed the head of his swelled penis. Hypersensitive to his surroundings, he shuddered. He started palming the base of his cock with his hand as the urge had become too much for the cook to endure. Sanji stifled a groan.

"Can't wait, Cook?" Zoro's voice, dripping with something Sanji couldn't identify, pierced through the fog of the cook's lust-ladened mind.

Sanji wrapped his hand around his shaft and pumped three times in fast succession. "I …can do whatever the hell I… want." He gasped and tilted his head back. "…Bastard." Sanji breathlessly added.

A heady groan was all that escaped Zoro's lips.

Sanji removed his hand from his manhood to pull his trousers down further. Hand moving back to his cock, Sanji set an even pace for himself. He didn't want to finish too fast.


Zoro was having trouble controlling himself.

Breath hitching as he picked up his pace, Zoro could only think of Sanji. The cook's slight gasping breaths reached Zoro's ears, the scent of smoke and sweat filled his nostrils, and when the swordsman opened his eyes, Sanji was there, face and torso flushed, mouth open slightly and panting, eyes squeezed shut as he rubbed his long and elegantly shaped cock. It took everything Zoro had to stay put.

"Ahh---" A moan escaped from Zoro as he felt himself nearing release.

Sanji emitted a gasp. "K-Kh hahh.."

Zoro watched as Sanji bucked his hips and his back arched . Releasing a strangled cry, Sanji shuddered and came, stroking vigorously until the duration of the orgasm reached its end. Sanji groaned contentedly as convulsions started in response to his climax..

Zoro was brought over the edge with the sight and sounds of Sanji's release. The swordsman thrust into his hand as the heat in his groin burst forth and his vision faded white.

Panting, Zoro waited for his vision to come back before sitting up straight. He looked down to see that he'd made quite a mess of his dark trousers, he had pretty much cum all over them. Wiping his hands, Zoro looked at Sanji's flushed face drifting off to sleep. Despite how incredibly sexy the cook had been before, Zoro couldn't help but find a sleepy Sanji that much more adorable.

Zoro watched Sanji sink to the floor as he fell asleep, exhausted, with no shirt on and his belt undone. The swordsman realized just how vulnerable Sanji was in this position.

"You're just trying to tempt me, aren't you…" Zoro mumbled and retrieved Sanji's shirt. Glad that Sanji had the decency to zip up and button his own pants, Zoro fastened the cook's belt buckle and covered him with the shirt.

He would look forward to waking Sanji up in the morning, after all he'd won the bet…