Sanji slowly let himself slide into the tub, the warm water surrounding him as it relaxed his stiff muscles. He hummed with pleasure. There was nothing more relaxing then a nice warm bath. There was no pervy marimos, no weddings and no annoying old geezers, it was just him and him alone.

He stretched in the tub, making little waves in the surface of the water. If he wasn't so tired he might've cared when some of the water splashed to the floor, but right now he couldn't care less. He could clean it later.

His mind was occupied with more important things. He should really call Nami-san and apologize, he could almost hear the angry shouts coming from the orange haired beauty. Franky was probably worried about him and who knew how many times his friends had called him. They must've gotten worried when no answer came from Sanji's phone.

Sanji opened up a bottle of bubble bath, smiling calmly as the smell of vanilla filled his nostrils. He poured the white liquid in to the tub, watching as the bubbles formed on the surface. If there was anything better then a bath it was a bubble bath. He yawned.

" I can check my phone in the morning" he murmured, feeling tired.

When was the last time he slept? Probably then night before the wedding and that meant that he hadn't slept in a long, long time. His eye lids started to feel heavy and the blonds eyes slowly closed. There was nothing wrong with having a quick nap. Besides the bubbles and the warm water felt too damn good. Sanji yawned again before he silently fell asleep

Zoro panted as he finally reached the black wooden door, glaring at it. He was sick and tired of knocking on the wrong doors for about an hour. Damn that shit-cook and stupidly written address. He sighed with relief when he realized that the cooks name was engraved on the black door, Zoro lifted his hand and brushed the silver letters with his thumb. Sanji Blackleg. Finally he had reached the right door, but now he wasn't so sure if he wanted to knock on it.

Zoro had never backed away from a fight before, he was too proud to do such a thing. He gulped and slowly but firmly knocked on the door, not sure if the cook would open up or not. He was expecting an angry cook to appear in the doorway, but surprisingly, there was no answer.

He raised an eyebrow. Maybe the shit-cook wasn't here? But no, that couldn't be it, there was light coming from the window, so obviously the curly brow was here. Zoro gave out a frustrated sigh and scratched his head, so the cook really didn't wanted to see him.

Zoro's heart ached a bit to that thought, but even so he turned away and got ready to leave, he wasn't the type to force his feelings on someone. As he started to walk down the steps, he was still slightly surprised. He never thought that the blond was the type to lock himself in, it made no damn sense.

What if the cook was in trouble?

Zoro suddenly stopped. It was possible that the cook got himself into unnecessary trouble, the idiot did have a loud mouth. Maybe he should just check on him. Sure, the cook would probably kill him if Zoro was wrong, but better safe than sorry.

He walked back towards the door and stood there for a while. He needed to break it if he wanted to reach the shit cook. He shrugged, he could deal with the cook's anger after he confirmed that the blond was safe. Zoro got ready to shoulder the strong looking door, charging towards it and expecting to break it probably on the third try.

He was quite surprised when the door opened with no resistance at all and making him stumble as he fell face down to the floor. Zoro groaned as he slowly got up, his face aching as he did so.

Why the hell was the curly brow's door open? Sanji wasn't the type to forget to lock the god damn door. He rubbed his aching nose when he got up , glancing around the apartment. It was a little too fancy for Zoro's taste, but he wasn't here to judge the cooks fashion sense.

The door was left open and that meant that the cook was in trouble. Zoro quickly dived in to the apartment and started to open random doors. In his fifth try he had opened a door that belonged to the bathroom.

A sudden brightness made his eyes hurt and he blinked a couple of times. Everything was just so god damn white and shiny. Damn prissy cook. When his eyes finally adjusted to the brightness of the bathroom, his dark eyes started to search for the cook. Zoro was just about to give up and go search another room a sudden piece of blond hair that was floating on the surface of the water caught his eye.

The swordsman's eyes widened and he quickly made his way over to the bath. How the hell didn't he notice it before?! He tugged on the cook's blond hair and pulled him from the bottom of the tub. Zoro dragged the cook to the floor, relieved when he realized that the dumb ass was breathing calmly after a few coughs. So it hadn't been that long that the curly was beneath surface, which was good, he thought to himself while nodding.

Zoro frowned and glanced at the idiot's face. He was almost going to drown and he was oblivious to it.

Fuck!

His eyebrows shot up as his eyes widened with horror, he was the oblivious one! The cook was butt naked! Shit, shit, shit. Zoro quickly turned around trying to calm his self down, red as a tomato. What if the cook woke up and saw that Zoro was practically being a pervert by ogling the dart brow?

Zoro gulped loudly. He needed something to cover the blond. He locked his eyes on the cabinet that was standing right across him. Hoping that there might be some towels inside it, he quickly made his way towards it.

He sighed with relief as he snatched a blue towel from the cabinet and turned to the cook to just throw the towel on him. Zoro suddenly stopped in his tracks. His dark eyes gazed on his face as they travelled lower; the dark orbs lingered on the blond's pale neck and Zoro had a sudden urge to suck on it, leaving bruises. Zoro got closer to the cook, his eyes now travelling on the cook's smooth chest with two pink nipples begging him to touch them.

Zoro gulped as he realized that the blood that was coloring his cheeks was now rushing south. He crouched next to the blond the towel still in his hand, acting out of pure instinct he reached towards the perked nipple and gave it an experimental brush with his thumb.

He was shocked with the reaction that the cook had given him.

Sanji moaned slightly and maybe it was Zoro's perverted imagination, but the cook seemed to arch his back a bit, like he wanted Zoro to continue his soft movements. The green haired man's heart was thumping with half excitement and fear that the cook would wake up any moment.

He wanted to continue. Zoro's whole body was screaming for it, he needed this, he needed Sanji, but surprisingly he was able to stop himself for going any further. The cook almost drowned, this wasn't a moment to be thinking about his own desires.

Zoro sighed and threw the towel over Sanji's private parts; this idiot blond was literally going to be the death of him. He gave him a curious glance. Sanji looked fine on the outside, but Zoro was more concerned about the inside. Nami was messing with the blond a lot and Zoro was pretty sure that he hadn't slept since the wedding.

Zoro gritted his teeth. When he saw that damn witch again he was going to speak his mind and tell her that he didn't need any god damn help! It was her fault that Sanji was eating himself up and it was her fault that Zoro was constantly lying to the cook!

He sighed as he scratched the back of his head. He was in some deep shit mess, maybe he should just tell the curly who he was already. Zoro groaned, that sounded like a terrible idea! The cook would kill him for sure and Zoro might even let him!

A chattering of teeth snapped the marimo from his thoughts. He looked towards the white marble floor and saw that the cook was shivering to no end.

Seriously, how many times could Zoro screw up in one day?

The cook was naked, wet and lying on the cold floor, of course he was going to go cold.

"I should carry him to bed…" Zoro murmured to himself, but he didn't want to wake the cook and he didn't want that towel to fall. Zoro grinned as he thought of a way to carry the cook and the blond would not be happy.

Zoro effortlessly picked up the cook bridal style as he walked out of the bathroom. He snickered to himself. Who knew how much the cook would be pissed if he knew this.

"You owe me big time, ero-cook," he murmured a gentle smile tugging at his lips.

After a couple of tours around the apartment, Zoro finally found the cook's bedroom and like the rest of the house, it was neat and fancy a big, poufy bed in the middle of the room. Zoro threw the dart brow on the bed and feeling weirdly helpful today, he walked towards the closet and started to search for the blond's pajamas. Luckily for him, the bright blue pajamas were folded neatly inside of the closet. Zoro pulled them out with a satisfied hum, happy that he found them so quickly, and he strolled back to the cook.

He pulled the towel off of the blond feeling slightly awkward. Zoro averted his eyes from the cook's package much as possible while dressing him, but he wasn't that successful, since he now knew that the curly's size was about the same size as his.

Finally Zoro tucked away Sanji beneath the blankets, hoping that the cook would warm up a bit. As the cook snuggled in to the blanket, Zoro let out a whine. The curly bastard looked so damn comfortable…

Zoro sighed and turned around. He couldn't stay here, that would be awkward for both of them. Maybe he should just go find Nami and talk-

A sudden shivering noise caught his attention; Zoro turned around and saw that the cook was still cold, his whole body shivering and his teeth chattering. Zoro only had one idea that could warm up the blond and he was sure he was going to get kicked in the shin later on, but he shrugged the negative thoughts off and took off his shoes, slowly climbing in to the same bed as Sanji.

Zoro awkwardly put one arm around the blond's waist and pulled the shivering cook closer. He was genuinely surprised when Sanji snuggled against him desperate for heat. A pleased hum came from the blond and before Zoro could to anything else a whisper was heard.

"Good marimo."

Zoro's pulse quickened and he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, but even so he maneuvered himself so he could wrap the sly cook with both of his arms. Soon enough, Sanji's shivering stopped and soft snoring could be heard inside of the room.

Zoro quickly followed the blond in to a deep slumber.

Thank you so much to Aerle for beta-ing this ^^

Sorry for the late chapter and sorry that it's short... I'm just not having the best of days and I can only write during classes T.T I actually planned this chapter differently in the beginning, it was suppose to be fluff but some how it ended up Zoro kind of molesting Sanji while he sleeps...who know maybe Sanji was awake even then ;)

Hope everyone enjoyed it, thank you for reading and please review :D