A/N - I'm sorry to the few who are actually looking forward to the updates to this. I was kind of stuck after the last chapter. I wasn't sure how I felt about it and thought about rewriting it a few times, but I didn't. Also, I really hope you enjoy this chapter. Hopefully, I can get the next typed sooner. Thank you for the reviews and let me know how you feel(: Also, criticism is appreciated too. Enjoy! (:
"My god, can I put this on you?" Sanji asked without even thinking about it. He looked right at Zoro expectantly.
"WHAT?" The image flashed through Sanji's mind and he just needed to see it. The strain in his pants was getting painful. And he was just getting desperate.
"Please, Zoro?"
"WHAT? WHAT KIND OF DRUGS ARE YOU ON TODAY BLONDIE?", Zoro screamed at the cook as his face heated up. He hoped to pass it off as anger. In all honesty, hearing Sanji say those words to him was one of the hottest things he never even thought of. But he was never going to let the cook catch onto that fact.
"N-None." Sanji looked away, completely embarrassed.
What the hell was that? Why did I have to open my mouth? He tried his best to fumble for an excuse. "I just.. I've never seen anything like it before. I.. I want to see how it works. That's all. If I find a beautiful lady to use one on, I'd rather know how to use it first."
Instantly, Zoro's erection was gone and he felt his face burn like it was on fire. And this time, it was from true anger.
"WHAT THE HELL COOK? FIND SOMEONE ELSE! I'M NOT GOING TO BE A LITTLE TOY TO PLAY A FUCKING DRESS UP DOLL FOR YOU!" Quickly, he gathered up his bags, ripping the harness out of Sanji's hands as he did. How dare the cook mention using something on someone else? Didn't he realize how Zoro felt about him? No. Of fucking course not. Nami can see it, but the damn cook can't. He stomped off towards the side of the ship that he could see through the trees.
As he left, Sanji watched the swordsman angrily stomp off. What in the hell just happened?
Nami watched as Zoro came through the trees, grumbling and cursing, and carrying two bags. She watched as he kept walking and began to turn away from the ship.
"Oi! Zoro! Wrong way!" She saw the green-haired man look up and make eye contact with her. He seemed to take notice of her and immediately starting cursing again. Why does that damn witch have to be back already? He stumbled in the right direction and climbed aboard. Nami watched as he continued to curse and swear without taking a glance at her. She caught a few words as he passed her.
"..-itty ass cook! What an asshole! I can't believe-.."
"What did he do that has your panties in a wad?"
"Shut up, witch! I'm not even wearing an-!" He stopped himself, but it was too late. "Shit!"
"GROSS! I DON'T NEED TO KNOW THAT! LALALALA!" She jammed her fingers deep in her ear canals, hoping to drown out whatever else the swordsman was screaming about.
Zoro huffed and headed towards the bunk room. He really didn't mean to tell Nami he wasn't wearing any. It just slipped. Whatever. I'll have to tell her what happened later anyway. Somehow. He was desperate for advice from her and to just complain about all the shit that happened, but how was he supposed to do that without telling her what he spent his money on? She probably wanted to know what was in the bags too.
He trudged into the rooms with the cook on his mind and began searching for place to hide his toys. After everything that had happened, he just wanted a nap.
Sanji was preparing dinner when the young doctor walked into the galley.
"Hey Sanji. What's for dinner?"
"Soup. What's up? Bad day or something?" He glanced over his shoulder from stirring the pot and watched as Chopper took a seat at the new table.
"I don't know. I am a little disappointed at this island's lack of medical advances. And Luffy or Usopp aren't back yet, so I don't know what to do. That smells really good!" The small reindeer stuck his nose in the air with the cutest smile on his face. It caused a similar smile to spread across the cook's face.
"Thanks Chopper. I hope it'll taste even better!"
"It always does!" Sanji laughed a little at the cute little doctor getting excited over dinner. Silence hung in the air as Sanji continued to stir the soup, tasting it and adding spices every now and then. The silence was soon broken by the little doctor.
"Hey, Sanji. Can I ask you something?"
"Of course. What is it?"
"Well, I was on watch until Nami came back and she let me go to the infirmary for a bit to take a break. I heard when Zoro came back. Did something happen? He seemed really mad. I've never heard him swear so much and he swears a lot when you guys fight. But it seemed like he was swearing more than usual. And he kept talking about you." Sanji stiffened and stopped stirring. Smoke from his cigarette drifted straight up through air at the sudden stop.
"What do you mean he was talking about me?" Did he tell anyone what I asked him to do? He wouldn't do that, right?
"He was saying naughty words about how he hated you and how mad you made him. What happened?" Chopper was genuinely curious. It hurt the cook's heart to glance back and see the sad look on the reindeer's face. He turned back to the soup and kept stirring.
"It was nothing. Just another fight, like usual." The tension hung in the air and no one threatened to break it.
"SANJI! I SMELL FOOD! IS THERE MEAT? DID WE GET MORE MEAT? MEAT! MEAT! MEAT!" Luffy launched through the galley door, nearly ripping it off its hinges.
"Luffy! Be careful! I have to fix enough from the fights between Zoro and Sanji!" Usopp soon followed and walked around the rubber captain laying on the floor.
Why does that idiot have to be mentioned again? Sanji began to pour some soup from the ladle into separate bowls when he saw Nami stroll in and take a seat at the table. The boys fumbled around on the ground and fell over each other a few times before taking their seats also.
"Your soup, Nami-swan! I hope you enjoy it!" He twirled with hearts in his eyes after putting her soup in front of her. "And here's yours, ya bastards." He unceremoniously spread the remaining bowls across the table in front of each person, except one. Huh? Weird. I never dish up an extra bowl. He kicked at Luffy's hand that he had stretched under the table to steal Nami's bowl. "Don't touch the lady's soup, you pig! Or you won't be getting any meat!"
"Meat? Can I have it now? Please Sanji! I'm dying from no meat!" He half-heartedly hung his body over the side of his chair, tongue falling out on the floor. "Pleeth, thandi." His begging was enough. Sanji walked back into the kitchen and grabbed some ham that he had been broiling in the oven, leaving the extra bowl in the kitchen. He took half of it back to the table on a plate, setting it in front of his captain.
"Be careful. It's-"
"HOOOOOTTTT! THANDI! WHY 'ITH'NT OU ELL 'E?(Sanji! Why didn't you tell me?)." He held his tongue out for all to see.
"I was trying to, you moron!" Sanji pulled reached into his pockets to pull out a cigarette. Luffy recovered quickly and looked around.
"Hey. Where's Zoro?" Luffy asked
"Who knows? Maybe he got lost again," Usopp suggested.
"He must be in the boy's room or in the crows nest. I heard him earlier today, but I don't think he ever left again." Chopper knew the man hadn't left. He wouldn't leave when he knew they were supposed to set sail the next morning, especially with his directional abilities.
"Who cares? If that bastard doesn't want to show up to dinner, it's his fault." Everyone turned and looked at Sanji after he spoke. Some had wide eyes, surprised he didn't care the swordsman missed a meal. It wasn't like the cook at all.
Sanji heard the words leave his mouth. When he finally realized what he had said, he knew it wasn't true. He could never let someone miss a meal, even if there were complications between the two at the moment. Ignoring the stares from his crew mates, he kept talking.
"I apologize for using such obscene language in front of a lady Nami-san. I do hope you can forgive me." Before anyone could protest or speak again, he left. Talking about Zoro was too overwhelming. He walked to the railing of the ship facing the ocean and gazed out across the sea, smoking his cigarette while the sun was setting. He needed more time to think.
Something happened in the forest and he didn't even know what it was. It had been bothering him all day. Zoro had never reacted to him like that before. Usually, he would pull out his katanas and attack him, but it never happened. He just walked away.
Well, now that I know he's gay, is it possible that he wants to sleep with me? I've had guys hit on me before, but he's never showed an interest in me until now. But I think he was jokingly flirting with me. Whatever. I'm just going to go to bed early tonight, get some sleep and worry about it tomorrow. Maybe I'll be able to figure it out with a fresh mind approach. First, I need to get the kitchen clean and- dammit. Zoro didn't eat. I'll give him some soup and make him help me clean up a little.
With his mind made up, he flicked the butt of his cigarette into the ocean. He tucked his hands in his pockets and headed back to the galley.
Zoro woke up and stretched. It was nice to take a break from the day's events. And no cook had kicked him awake either. Depression immediately sank in once he remembered the day. He lay there and thought to himself more about the day.
I don't know if I want him to figure it out or not. If he does, who knows what would happen then. He'd probably reject me, being the womanizer that he is, then things will be awkward. But I want him so bad. And when he asked me to put on that body harness. He even said please. And my name!
It didn't take him long to figure out a few things after thinking. One, he realized how much he was like a dumb teenager, mentally kicking himself for it. And another, the tent in his pants. Fuck. At the same time he realized this little fact, his stomach growled. He hoped the cook was still awake. His other problem would have to wait.
He climbed out of his hammock, seeing and hearing the snores from the other hammocks, minus the cook and Usopp, who would be on watch. He made his way to the kitchen, taking note of the moon hanging low in the sky. At least he had a nice nap.
"Finally, you lazy bastard. I thought you'd never wake up." The cook was scrubbing furiously at a mysteriously dark spot on a bowl with a burning tobacco stick between those mouth watering pink lips. He watched as the cook stopped what he had been doing and proceeded to retrieve some leftover soup to feed the marimo. "Hurry up. Be useful and wash the table when you're done." Being too tired and stressed to argue, Zoro did as he was told.
As usual, the soup tasted like heaven. Stomach full and satisfied, he headed to the sink to wash out his bowl. The cook was almost finished with the dishes, only having the pot to wash from dinner and now Zoro's bowl. Zoro decided to drop the bowl in the water filled sink and washed the table like he was told.
He dropped the bowl and water splashed across the counter as it slowly sank into the depths of the sink.
"Shit! Watch what the fuck you're doing, bastard! You got my shirt wet! This was an expensive shirt dammit!" A glare was aimed at Zoro as he stared back in confusion, until he glanced down at the angry cook and understood what the man meant.
Sanji's shirt had taken the most of the water that splashed from the sink. His white shirt. The sleeves were rolled up and Zoro had no clue where his jacket was. That didn't seem to matter now however. The front of the cook's shirt was drenched and clung to his body from the slightly soapy water. Zoro couldn't take his eyes off the pristine and clean cut abs that showed through the now transparent parts of his shirt. He felt the blood rush south and tore his eyes away from the abdomen of the cook.
At first, Sanji was pissed. However, the anger in his eyes disappeared slightly when he realized why the swordsman was staring. It was an opening. This was his chance to test his theory of whether or not the man wanted to get in his pants.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Tch. Anyone could hear you loud and clear, curly brow. You're so fucking loud." Sanji felt his eyebrow twitch at that. He also took note of the fact that Zoro wasn't looking at him. Those dark eyes were trained at the floor.
"Whatever. Just wash the table like I told you to." Now the swordsman had no choice, but to look at him, for something to wash the table with. This was the cook's territory after all. With this in mind, he began to unbutton his shirt. He kept going until he was on his second to last button and glanced up at Zoro to see his reaction.
He wasn't disappointed.
The swordsman stood there with his mouth hanging open with wide eyes, catching every movement Sanji made. He smirked, ideas coming to him to torture the man with things like this. His eyes took in Zoro's body as he slid the shirt from his shoulders and onto the clean counter next to him. The smirk grew when he saw the erection concealed poorly in Zoro's pants and the twitch he noticed when he took his shirt off completely.
Shit. This is going to be so much fun.
"Well? What are you standing there for? Get to work." He made eye contact, letting Zoro take the command however he wanted to.