AN- For those who haven't checked, I have edited the first five chapters of this story.


Blue and Green

Sanji had gone to the same university as Nami for two semesters. Nami was still in high school making last minute attempts to raise her grades high enough in order to get the scholarships needed to travel east. The two never shared a class together.

Sanji was undeclared. He had a passion for food but the university offered little in the culinary arts. He had taken a mixture of general education classes, trying to find a medium should his primary goals not come to fruition, and midway during his second semester he met a young man. Zoro was never provided a name, but by the way Sanji had reacted to introducing this character informed him everything he needed to know.

Before meeting this character Sanji had been known to only flirt with women. He loved women, and according to him he still did. But not the right way, Sanji had corrected himself at the last minute. Sanji loved women for their beauty. He loved women for their kindness. Really, he loved women for their femininity. Sex, however, at least heterosexual sex, was something Sanji had difficulty achieving complete pleasure from. He could be madly in love a woman, but once the real physical connection was made he would suffer what felt like a loss, a death of something he had before.

Masculinity brought Sanji a new sense of living once he became intertwined with it. He had never thought about pursuing a man, let alone being pursued himself, but once Sanji realized the pleasure he received when he was touched, flirted with, and even dominated, he began to wonder and attempted to reassess his own sexuality. The later half of the semester involved a struggle that would ultimately leave Sanji depressed and failing out of college. He dated a young girl during the day, her name also withheld from Zoro, taking their relationship so slow it appeared almost traditionally conservative, but would later be involved with the young man who had showed him taboo love. He waited for one of the to break up with him and tell him that there was something wrong. He wanted the man to tell him that he was awful, a poor lover, not genuinely happy, but it never happened. He loved the woman too much to soil her, and his fear continued to gather as he waited for his body to give him a more direct sign.

According to Nami, (who seemed to have an answer for everything these days) Sanji emotionally loved the feminine, but physical craved the masculine. This answer, although clear to the blonde once he had been told, had bothered him so much that he had decided to take a break from school. The idea that he might be gay was frightening to him, and the thought of being pansexual, or even bisexual was overbearingly impossible for his mind to wrap around. When he mentioned this to the girl she immediately broke up with him, even after he told her how he did love her. The man quickly followed suite. He couldn't blame them: he had cheated them.

So came the semester break. It was only supposed to be a short breather to clear his mind, but somehow Sanji found himself quite lonely and thought himself lost in a fog of questions that he was too afraid to answer himself. Even after he met Nami and she took the time to listen to his innermost fears about the mess of a gender he had Sanji still retained something of a pessimistic view on romance and himself. After meeting Nami Sanji decided to take another semester break, making it a personal goal to figure out what he wanted out of love. He took a second job at a café while spending a few hours a week at social gatherings, trying his best to be as open-minded as possible. Even after being told what he desired, Sanji still needed to experience it all. Why was it impossible for him to enjoy a woman fully? Why did he feel like something was stolen after finishing with her? Why could sexual fulfillment only be achieved in the arms of another man?

Sex was a rare occasion that Sanji made sure to treat as a very, very delicate matter. He made a point not to engage in risky behavior, knowing quite well what the consequences were for those who made too many intimate connections.

Sanji then backtracked. He and Nami became close friends just after the end of his first break. They met at a bar that was close to the campus, and being just a year away from the drinking age, needed someone to buy her a beverage. Sanji obliged out of attraction, but when the time for him to reciprocate flirtations that were being directed at him, he simply lost it. Rather than walk away, Nami did something that Zoro thought was impossible for a girl like her to do: she stayed and asked what was wrong, and then…she stayed and listened! How on earth did such a strong friendship build from something that had to have been so awkward and painful to watch? But at the end of the day Nami offered him a place to stay and rest till he could bear to go back to his apartment, a hand to hold when he found himself in need of attention, and a herself for when he desperately needed an answer or opinion. When he finished his second break from the university Nami knew everything about Sanji, and he knew almost everything about her.

Nami spoke about Zoro in a few conversations. At first Sanji held little interest in a green haired man who spent his time trying to master swordsmanship, but as Nami got deeper in detail in her stories about her friends, Sanji began to wonder more about the man who could see the world in colors. After having learned more about himself, Sanji also started to wonder whether going back to the university was a good idea. He wondered if a completely new start was needed in order to be happy with his life. Although he had socialized with other men, and had even tried a few dates with men, and even learned how to appreciate the masculine body, Sanji did not yet know how to be happy with another man. He did not yet know how to be, if were even possible, happy with a woman. It was daunting to imagine a life on the other side of the country. How could he possibly try again at a serious relationship?

"What's the moral of the story?" Zoro had nervously asked in a joking matter.

"I'm still trying to figure that one out…the story really isn't over yet." Sanji had said with a mild sigh. He inhaled a short breath into the cigarette and gave a soft glance at Zoro. A smile appeared on his soft, warm face. Smoke escaped through the thin gaps in-between his teeth. "But I'll be sure to tell you once it has."


That was three days ago. Though Zoro had not asked Sanji whether he'd like to make their relationship a lot more serious it was something that had floated in his mind since the cell phone incident. The main reason he had decided against immediately asking the blonde out was because of the goddamn incident. There was something undeniably rude about breaking up on the phone, and Zoro didn't need overthink about Mihawk suddenly hanging up on him was a sign that things weren't over between them. He was sure he would see Mihawk in the future, though he wasn't sure when. Mihawk was confrontational. He wouldn't take this sitting down. But not because he was…white. Zoro reminded himself over and over again to push aside all colored assumptions.

Zoro grabbed the remote lying on the couch and turned the television off. The weather today wasn't too bad: he shouldn't be spending the day inside. Thinking about Sanji and Mihawk had also ruined any chance of being able to not think for hours on end. He had to go outside, do something to help him relax.

"Zoro, why'd you turn the T.V off?" Luffy whined from within the kitchen.

"I'm leaving," Zoro said.

"Really?" Luffy asked, poking his head out of the small kitchen. "Where are you going? Want me to tag along?"

Zoro frowned. He hadn't the slightest clue where to go. The malls would be packed, as will the beaches, theatres, parks, and arcades. It was too early for him to get drunk.

"I don't know," he answered.

"So…an adventure?" Luffy asked.

"I guess I should really think about what I'm going to do with myself," Zoro muttered to himself. Luffy went wide eyed and jumped on the couch next to Zoro.

"You're thinking about your future?" Luffy asked. He leaned close to Zoro and smirked. "Are you going to go to college?"

Zoro hadn't necessarily thought about college in particular, but now that the topic had been raised it did give him something to consider. He couldn't think of a major, but he could very well take some general education courses and earn an Associates Degree. If Sanji did decide to stay here…maybe he should really think about furthering his education. He knew love meant no competition, but Zoro had enough trouble seeing himself a proper mate to Mihawk when he openly remarked his distaste for homework and classes. Right now Sanji was his equal and Zoro would like it to stay that way.

"Maybe I should check out the campuses," he said.

"Are you sure you really want to go back to school?" Luffy asked.

"I don't know, maybe," he answered. "And it's college. Totally different from school."

"Community college isn't too different," Luffy said. He sank into the seat and crossed his arms, shaking his head. "It's almost like a bridge to the real thing. You can expect a lot of the same stuff from high school."

"And you would know because?"

"Ace and his friends are still taking courses there," Luffy answered. He yanked the remote from Zoro and turned the television right back on.

"Oh," Zoro answered.

"I'm glad you're thinking about these things though," Luffy said. "It's nice to see you taking so much time into what you really want out of life." He got up from the couch and went right back into the kitchen to finish making his lunch, leaving Zoro alone to figure out what he would do with himself.

He walked into the bedroom and picked his phone up from the shelf. After turning it on he checked to see if there had been any messages left for him.

Maybe he'd talk to Sanji, he thought while checking the main screen of his phone. Mihawk hadn't left a single message. Zoro looking into his contacts and stared at the name that he had neglected to delete. What on earth was he waiting for? A message? He didn't need Mihawk's contact in order to receive it. He should delete it, he thought. You need to get rid of this, he continued. You can't start something new unless you're willing to get rid of the old.

Zoro groaned and pressed the screen that took him back to the list of names. He went on back to the main screen. He was pathetic.

Zoro shoved the phone into his pocket and proceeded to grab his wallet and keys.

"Luffy, I'm leaving," he yelled into the hallway.

"Try not to get lost," Luffy hollered back.

Zoro walked into the hallway, then into the living room and headed to the door.

"I wont," he unintentionally lied. Zoro went out the door and headed to the car. He unlocked the door to the driver's side. He looked up and squint his eyes. The sunlight irritated him and made his nose tickle. Zoro sneezed and as he opened his eyes caught the glimpse of a familiar parked car about to drive off.

It was an older car. Remodeled and well cared for. A bright cherry red color that hardly anyone drove in unless they enjoyed the unwanted attention of cops. Shanks was so confident. He didn't mind the attention. Always wore the same grin when they stopped him.

His red car.

This wasn't his territory. There was no way he was out to sell in this neighborhood.

Zoro watched as the hidden figure within the vehicle pulled out of the street and drove off, the engine loud enough to alert the whole neighborhood. What was Shanks thinking? This was a terrible idea. Not Mihawk's idea. It had to be his. Knowing the man, Shanks probably wanted to make sure he was caught as well.

It was now obvious that Mihawk must have told Shanks. The two were friends, and although Mihawk wasn't the most open person, it would make some sense that he would want to talk about this sudden change with someone. Zoro felt his hand rest on his chest, grabbing hold of his shirt and holding tightly on the thought that Mihawk just might have been…hurt. This poor man who's relationship was ended on a goddamn cellphone had to talk to someone, and now that someone was checking to see if Zoro was walking out of the house with anyone who wasn't Luffy. Fuck. Oh shit. A drug dealer was trying to spy on him.

Zoro got into the car and turned the car on. He was pretty sure this was just a scare tactic, Shanks' way if trying to teach him a lesson for hurting his dear friend, nothing more. He doubted the redhead would actually try to harm him. He was a minimum wage worker with no future, and Mihawk was a man of great wealth and power. Not to mention the last thing Mihawk needed was anything that could possibly link him and Zoro together.

But just in case, Zoro took the long way to Nami's house.


Zoro walked up to Nami and Nojiko's place with a tinge of paranoia. He blinked several times before grabbing the doorknob, trying to freshen his dry eyes and give himself a moment to produce a calm demeanor. He looked down and frowned when he realized that the door was unlocked. God, did anyone lock the door these days? Did all the rapists, thieves and murderers just go away?

"Nami? Sanji?" Zoro called. He heard the television in the living room. Was everyone just lying around and watching television today.

"Zoro, is that you?" Nami called from the side. Zoro took a few steps in and turned to his right, catching faint movements produced by the light of her room.

"I'm actually here to rob and murder you," Zoro answered.

"Good luck finding anything valuable," she laughed. Nami walked out of her room and appeared before Zoro in her pajamas. "I keep all my precious things in a safe in a bank."

"Guess you're not planning anything today," he said.

"Hey, is that the marimo?" Zoro heard Sanji voice echo from the living room.

"Yeah," Nami said. "You better put some shoes on! He sounds like he wants to go out!"

Zoro pulled his head and back and groaned. "Don't put words into my mouth."

"Never mind," Nami said. "Take off your clothes! He wants you to stay inside!"

Zoro turned bright red and grabbed Nami by the shoulder (there's nothing there. No Orange. Just orange. Just a color). "Stop it," he hissed. She smiled at him and lifted her arm, gave it a slight tug, and freed herself from Zoro's grasp.

"So, how are things?" she asked. "Sanji said you're trying not to think in colors?"

"Don't get any sort of ideas," Zoro said. "I'm just trying to see things the way you do." He swallowed some of his spit as he tried to think of a better way to explain it to Nami. He really didn't want to hear her gloat. He didn't want to feel like he was so wrong about everything.

Nami balled her hand into a fist and playfully knocked it against his chin. "What," he grumbled.

"Good luck," she said. Zoro fought every instinctual urge inside him to ask her why she had just said that. It sounded so genuine. She sounded like a real friend.

"Thanks," he said. He did his best to not sound too sincere.

"Are you here to ask Sanji out?" she then asked. And just like that Zoro went back to loathing Nami's personality.

"Three days ago you called him over. Two days ago he called you over." Nami crossed her arms and smiled, her hazelnut eyes peering up at Zoro with a suspiciousness that made Zoro nervous. "Why waste so much gas unless you're planning on making a move?"

"I think I'm just going to talk with him today," Zoro said. He didn't give Nami a chance to add a snide remark and made a one-eighty to the living room. He wiped his face and could still feel the glow from Nami's previous comment. How could a woman hold so much power over him? Before walking in he closed his eyes and tried to think about his grabbing her. It was a poor move. It was an eye-opening move. He still saw the color. But he didn't let it get to him. A good start. Sure, he had to consciously think about it, but it was a start.

As Zoro leaned against the wall he could hear the sounds of the people arguing with each other. What was Sanji watching, he wondered. He turned and saw Sanji lying across the couch. Before he could make himself known he noticed the colors of racing words going across the television screen. An ugly pride parade produced by the news station.

"It doesn't fit right that Spain would allow amnesty to such a villain!" a woman dressed in red whined.

"Apparently this Doflamingo fellow is responsible for fixing the Spanish economy, among other things," another woman said. She had exotic features. Zoro wondered if she was a Spaniard herself. "But this doesn't change the fact that he had been previously arrested a few years ago under suspicion of human trafficking-"

"-And was pardoned by our government," the red woman interrupted. "This man is an associate of Crocodile and Moria. His fleeing the country is a sign that he is hiding something from the U.S."

"Speaking of which," the only man rang, "what is the general consensus on the sudden disappearance of Moria? He agreed to surrender just a few days ago, but hasn't been-"

"Let's watch something else," Zoro said loudly, walking into the living room.

"Look who graces me with his presence," Sanji said while brining his legs up, offering half the couch space to Zoro. "What, you don't like the news?"

"I dislike the sound of idiots arguing," Zoro said. He sat himself next to Sanji and yanked the picked up the remote from the floor. "Anything else would be better."

"This is a pretty interesting story," Sanji said. He stared helplessly as Zoro changed the channel. He sank into the couch with folded arms and a small pout.

Zoro placed the remote on the coffee table in front of them and turned to Sanji. The blond stared back, his lower lips still puckered out from his faux tantrum. Without saying a word Zoro yanked Sanji's arm, pulling the man out from the corner of the seat and pulling him right into Zoro's chest. Deep Blue. He heard Sanji produce a small yelp out of surprise. (It's just a color) Zoro wrapped his free arm around the blonde, chuckling warmly into his ear.

"Lets do something, he whispered into the blonde's ear.

"Like what?" Sanji asked. "Nami will get upset if we try anything right now." Despite his own warning Zoro could feel Sanji's hands creep underneath his shirt, his long fingers lightly trailing across his heating body. Sanji's weight was pressing against his chest, his warm body burning intensely through their clothes. Zoro could feel a fire growing inside of him, but his mind kept going back to that now forbidden scenery of blue waves. (It's all in the mind.)

"I've been thinking," Zoro said. "Maybe we should make some changes."

"Like what?" His fingers halted. Although Zoro had wanted to get his point across the sudden deferment of physical contact, as well as Sanji's nervous stare, made him uncomfortable.

"You want to stay here long term, right?" Zoro asked. Sanji stared a few more seconds at him before giving a small nod. "You want to get a job here, right? Or go to school?" Sanji continued to watch him, confused, almost suspicious in appearance. Zoro didn't understand the reaction, but continued, "I was thinking maybe we could go out today and I'd help you. I'd even go and apply with you."

Sanji quickly went from confused to vividly happy. Zoro felt both arms wrap tightly around him while the blonde moved in close, Sanji's face hovering right over his. He wasn't sure how or when the blonde managed to get on top of him, but Sanji's success was about to take its true form.

"Really?" Sanji said. He sounded like a child on Christmas morning, and Zoro hadn't even begun to mention the big question that was crushing his mind.

"Y-yeah," Zoro said. He could feel Sanji's breath against his skin. The smile only made things worse. "We should get out of here…you said Nami would be upset."

"Ah, right," Sanji said, his face still hovering so close to Zoro. The two stared momentarily at each other before subconsciously deciding to dive in for a kiss. Sanji's lips were soft and moist, welcoming against Zoro's rough, nearly chapped lips. Zoro arched his back while opening his mouth, brining himself closer and allowing Sanji full access to the rest of his body. His lower stomach felt like it was about to burst in flames from the rushing blood pooling lower and filling that needy organ. He saw the blue in the back of his mind, and he wanted nothing more than for it to smear against green, mix it together until there was nothing left but a dirty, nasty shade. Sanji tongue entered his mouth; Zoro could taste the bitterness of the nicotine filling his taste buds. The kiss deepened with both men warring against each other for dominance, though as soon as Sanji's hands went down his spine he gave in and let Sanji have him all. He instinctively arched his back, spread a leg, and looking up hungrily at the blonde whose face was full of lust. But instead of continuing the blonde hissed out a sigh, and suddenly reality struck both men and the backdrop of glimmering sunlight against seawater began to fade. Strings of saliva broke as the blonde pulled his face away, his hands, his entire body.

"We're going to get into trouble," Sanji muttered while wiping his face. Zoro stared up at awe at the reddened face just above him.

"Yeah," Zoro gasped, catching his still shaky breath.

"College, right?" Sanji said. "You know all the local ones?"

Zoro's eyes lowered. He stared at Sanji's pants, detecting something underneath the promiscuous shading. He looked back up with a deviant smirk.

"What are you two doing?" Nami's shrill voice entered the living room and caused Sanji to jump of Zoro. Both men turned and stared at the young woman who was now dressed up and glaring at them with a forbidding stare. "Not the couch," she hissed. "I will not have that smelling like sweat and sex."

"Nami dear," Sanji cooed nervously. "We were just about to leave." Nami looked down and pointed a finger at Sanji. He twisted his leg in order to hide the obvious erection from the girl.

"Go get some groceries while you're out," she grumbled. "And if I see anything on the couch that isn't lint I swear I will make you two pay."

"Of course Nami," Sanji said. Zoro rolled his eyes and shifted his body as a precaution to Nami's curious eyes.

"Mhmm," She muttered before walking into the kitchen. Sanji sat himself next to Zoro and sighed.

"Maybe a job and apartment would be the better option," Sanji said, turning and facing Zoro. He smiled and sank into the couch, "we can't do this."

"Nami will leave once break is over," Zoro replied. "You should be set for an education."

"You think so?"

Zoro reached out and pulled Sanji in for a soft kiss on the cheek. "We'll find a way," he said seductively into the blonde ear. He grinned as he saw Sanji's ears turn red from his kiss.

"College and a job," Sanji whispered.

"We should head down the strip and see if any places are hiring," Zoro said, wrapping his arm around Sanji shoulder. He could still see the color, now more since he hadn't yet finished. There it was, blue, all over the room, the walls, the furniture, like his eyes had been blinded blue. He felt Sanji's hand casually slide down and rest on his leg, causing a tingle to run up into his sensitive erection. So close yet so far. (And blue)

"I hate the mall," Sanji warned.

"We'll see if any decent food joints are hiring," Zoro replied. "You said you wanted to cook, right?"

Sanji smiled. "Shit, you remembered."

"Of course I did, shitty cook."


Holding hands in public wasn't something Zoro had ever grown accustomed to. Mihawk never allowed any opportunities for such simple, yet complex, contact to be made. Zoro had wondered how his mind would react to constant hands touch one another. How would his mind deal with it? What would he see?

"Are you alright?" Sanji asked.

I'm fine," Zoro answered. It was half the truth. If sex had shown him anything it was that marvelous silhouette of imagery and colors constantly laid out in the back of his mind. The pleasure produced from the physical part of sex would mix with the mental and emotional high produced during the act, and the colors made it all feel so damn good. He loved it, was addicted to the visions his brain produced when he was with another person.

Holding hands was different. It was scary. Everybody could see him holding hands with Sanji and once in a while someone who look and either point or make a comment or even just smile because, hey, they might just be a really nice couple. But it was all so new to him, and holding Sanji hand, although it felt nice, made him very self conscious about his lack of experience in this particular area, and every time someone looked at the two of them he wondered if he was somehow screwing this up. How do you screw up handholding? Why couldn't Mihawk hold his hand just once? So when he saw that deep, solid blue in the back of his mind Zoro felt an erotic tingle that stretched all over his body, tickling his mind similar to the way smoking pot once did, but the stares made it impossible for him to really enjoy it.

"Is it too much for you?" Sanji asked. Zoro slowly turned his head and glared demonically at Sanji. What made it worse was the openly worried expression on Sanji's face. The man really thought this was too much contact for him.

"I'll be fine," Zoro said. "I really want to do this."

Walking around a college campus full of progressive, liberal minds seemed like a wonderful place to hold hands in. Everything was nicer here; it was nothing like high school. Everything was greener, fresher, and everyone actually appeared happy to be there. After seeing a few couples Zoro wanted to hold Sanji's hand and find out what he was missing. And though it was difficult and made his face blush Zoro had to admit this was very nice. Sanji's hand was soft and warm and his fingers were so long and comforting wrapped against his skin. He really wished he could have done this before with Mihawk.

"You just keep blushing," Sanji said.

"Yeah well…"

"Like a virgin or something," Sanji added. "It's actually kind of cute…but I really don't want to do this if it's causing you a headache or anything."

"I'm fine, really," Zoro said. "Let's just go to the car."

"You see, you don't like it," Sanji said. He tugged at Zoro' arm. "Just let go. I won't get upset or anything."

"Yeah, but I will," Zoro growled. "I'm just not used to holding hands in public." He took a few more steps alongside Sanji and added, "Or at all. I've never really done this before."

Zoro didn't know why he had just said that. They were in the middle of the quad, far away from the parking. They had so many buildings to pass by, and even more curious eyes to gaze upon their strange . And now Sanji was going to pester him into how he could have missed out on such a juvenile act.

"You've never held hands?" Sanji asked.

"Well obviously I've held hands before," Zoro barked. "Just not in a romantic setting."

"Parents don't count," Sanji said with a laugh. "Seriously, you've never done this before with anyone?" Zoro looked away and began to pull at Sanji arm, fastening his pace without saying anything.

"You ought to talk to this special someone," Sanji said. "They seem pretty open about this relationship. I'm surprised something like never crossed their mind…or is it a kink I'm not aware of?"

"That's definitely not it," Zoro replied, shaking his head at the mere thought of it. Mihawk with kinks? Oh lord. "We just never really got to doing this sort of thing."

"You're supposed to hold hands before whoring yourself out," Sanji chuckled. "You're doing everything in the wrong order."

"Whatever," Zoro said.

"Zoro?" Sanji asked, tugging Zoro lightly.

"Yeah?" Zoro asked.

"Do you see everything in blue right now?" he asked.

"No, that's not how is works," Zoro answered. He looked at the trees, the flowers, the grass, and the people and could see something hovering lightly around them. A light blue hidden within every little thing he saw. But it wasn't overpowering, not right now. "It's just there. But I'm not uncomfortable."

"What makes you uncomfortable? "Sanji asked. He felt Sanji hand grip him tightly. "Long words? A lot of people touching you at the same time?"

"Words, no," Zoro answered. "But the people, that's something I cant handle too well. Part of the reason I dislike parties is the way people keep making contact with each other. It hurts my head after a while."

"What's that like?" he asked.

"Eventually it becomes a smack across the face, but inside my brain. It's too much to process," Zoro said. "I have a very hard time processing each person's color at the same time, so it all ends up as some weird blotch things."

"That sucks," Sanji said. "Do you see the same thing with numbers?"

"No, just people," Zoro said. "Words don't go out of their way to overwhelm me. I can just look away if I don't like what I see."

"And this is how you've lived your entire life?" Sanji stopped and faced Zoro, bringing his free hand to Zoro's cheek. "That must have been awful. You can't be too close to people."

"To a lot of people…but I can still be with someone. For as long as I like," Zoro said. "I can enjoy physical contact. You ought to know that by now."

"And now you're trying to stop it?" Sanji asked. "How is that possible since your brain is hardwired that way?"

Zoro shook his head. "I'm just trying to not make it too…" He let some fingers cover his face while he tried to better explain his goal. Sanji had proved an interesting point. He could tell himself over and over again that none of these colors really mattered, that it was all something his brain did because something rare and unusual happened to his brain before he was even born. But no matter what he did do he certainly couldn't get rid of it all. It would always, always be there. And no matter how hard he tried to tell himself it didn't matter, Zoro now felt that on a subconscious level he would still be making many assumptions and creating biases based upon what he did see.

The two of them walked out of the campus, still holding hands. As they made their way into the parking lot Zoro couldn't help but look around for Shanks. He was pretty sure he hadn't been followed today, but just to be sure he freed himself from Sanji, using the rouse that his hand was getting to warm for comfort, and kept an eye out for anything suspicious.

He wanted to ask Sanji out. He wanted this to be something real. Zoro knew he couldn't make anything happen until he finished talking with Mihawk, and who knew when he'd get that opportunity. A part of him wanted Shanks to be here, watching the two of them, being provoked to call his dear friend and hopefully getting Mihawk to come back and talk with him.

Why couldn't he call him, and why did it have to be Mihawk? Why won't he just delete the damn number?

"Want me to drive?" Sanji asked. "I can get us to the mall a lot quicker."

"Oh please," Zoro groaned.

"It's true," Sanji said. "It took you more than an hour to get us here!" He walked up to Zoro and fondled his pants. Zoro pushed the blonde away.

"I can drive," Zoro said.

"I'll call Nami to warn her I might be late coming home today."

"Just because you said that I'll make sure we get lost on purpose," Zoro snidely responded. "I'll get us stuck in traffic."

"Have sex in the car in the middle traffic," Sanji sarcastically remarked. He leaned against the passenger side and waited or Zoro to unlock the door.

"Easier than trying to do it anywhere else," Zoro said. He unlocked the doors and got into the car. He watched the blonde slowly enter, one of his hands holding his cell and carefully texting with his thumb. "You're not serious are you," Zoro asked.

"Nami locks the door after ten," Sanji said.

"Make some keys," Zoro said.

"Nami says it's a waste of money," Sanji said with a smile. "She'll give me hers when she leaves next fall." He put on the seat belt and leaned back. "And car fucking isn't all that hard to with decent self control."

"It's not even half way through summer," Zoro commented. He thought about Sanji's last comment and remembered the lack of sexual attention from several hours before. He had never done that sort of thing, mostly because he had never thought about it, and because Zoro was sure it was akin to driving drunk or high: really fucking stupid and dangerous.

"You've done it before?" he asked, hiding any sign that he was just a little bit curious.

"I've gotten blown before while driving, yes," Sanji replied. "Full on fucking? Not yet." Sanji turned his head and smiled puckishly at Zoro. "Why?" he asked.

"It's just a thought," Zoro answered.

"Want me to do it while you're driving?" Sanji asked straightforwardly. Zoro's jaw nearly dropped at the question, because how could Sanji ask something like that with a straight face. How could anyone ask that without so much as blushing red from embarrassment?

"What?" he asked nervously.

"I can suck you off, give you a handjob, masturbate, or have you do me," Sanji answered in a most attentive manner. And yet it came off so depraved and wrong. "Well, Marimo, do you want to try something more fun that holding hands?" Sanji paused and looked off, as though he were just thinking about what he said, then added, "unless, y'know, you can't drive and while I'm touching you or-"

"If you're jerking off, how does that make things satisfying for me?" Zoro interrupted.

"You'll know it's going on," Sanji answered. "You'll hear it at the very least, plus I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to aim at you…"

"You've never done this," Zoro said.

"I know some people do," Sanji answered. "Doesn't exactly have to be just me jerking off now, does it? We can do each other if you'd prefer."

Thinking about it, Zoro was sure he could probably get away with driving and fucking at the same time. After all, people drive high and drunk all the time and never get caught. But Sanji did bring up an interesting point. Deep physical contact like that would bring out a deeper blue. Every time he came it was all he could see for a few seconds before his vision whited out and went back to normal.

"You drive," Zoro stated. Sanji produced a devious looking grin as he and Zoro switched places. Both of them got themselves situated in their seats, this time only Sanji wore the safety belt, and Zoro was left unharnessed and feeling rather unsure of himself.

"I don't think any of the lights here are going to have cameras," Sanji said, "it's a relatively small campus…so we can start whenever you're ready."

"Don't talk to me like I'm a virgin," Zoro said. He went down and began undoing Sanji's pants. "It's not like I haven't done this before."

He could feel Sanji looking down and smiling at him with that big, shit-eating grin. "Today was the first time you've held hands with someone. I think I have the right to treat you like one, even for just a day."

"Just start the car," Zoro said while fishing through Sanji's boxer. He felt Sanji's hand rest gently on his head.

"You sure you don't want me to start?" he asked quietly. Zoro replied with the swift movements of his hands, pulling out the blonde's semi erect penis and lightly grasping the base. He looked up, his hair brushing against the surprised hand, and stared benevolently at Sanji. He opened his mouth, taking his time and making quite sure the blonde could see his every movement, grasping firmer around the base while his thumb rubbed against the hardening flesh, sticking out his tongue and letting it grace the brightened tip.

He heard Sanji utter a soft, almost whispered sigh. He heard the keys turn on the ignition. Zoro took in the entire head and began to lightly suck on it, letting his tongue move back and forth against the underside. He could definitely see the blue, though strangely enough it wasn't as intense as before. Maybe it was stress, he wondered. Zoro let his tongue rub against the opening of the head, feeling it grow hot in his mouth and tasting the light saltiness of precum.

Zoro continued to let his grip loosen and tighten, moving deliberately slow up and down the shaft while he continued to suck on the head. The car slowed to a break and Sanji coughed out a moan. He felt Sanji's hand rest on his head against, this time fingers gripping at his hair and pushing him lower. Zoro obliged and began to take in more of the erection, letting the organ slide further inside his eager mouth. He let his tongue ride against a vein and released his hand from the rest of the erect organ, sinking further and taking it whole.

"Shit," Sanji gasped. His finger curled into Zoro's soft hair as he felt Zoro run up and down his manhood. "You're really good at this!" Sanji breathing fastened as Zoro began to move his head up and down at a quicker pace, stopping just at the base of the head and swiftly lowering himself down to the hilt.

The vibrations of the moving car, as well as the lack of stability from his position, made it difficult for Zoro to relax. He constantly wondered whether or not other passengers or drivers were realizing what was going on their car. He kept thinking about the possibility of a car accident. And somehow Zoro felt himself turning red with passion and excitement. He could feel himself getting hard and eager for his turn. His entire body tickled with the mere idea that people might be watching. The sounds of Sanji's moans and the erotically painful feeling of his hands pulling at Zoro's hair made him already close to the edge. And he could see it, the colors. Not just one color. Other things.

This is fun, he thought. He liked this. Not the situation in general, but all of it. He liked being with Sanji, holding hands with him trying out new things with him. The possibilities with the young man were endless compared to what he had with Mihawk before.

Without really thinking about it, Zoro removed himself from Sanji and peered up. It didn't take too long for the blonde to notice; almost immediately after feeling the cold air hit his erect organ Sanji looked down and stared questionably at Zoro.

"Something wrong," he asked. Zoro could see the reddened face full of lust and desire, and despite it all there was something else there. Even in this state of yearning Sanji cared enough to ask him if he was ok. Fuck, now he had to do it. He wiped away any trailing saliva from his face and tried to look as dignified as he could, which was challenging since he was hovering inches above Sanji's erection.

"Do you want to go out?" he asked.

Zoro felt his phone go off and knew it was Mihawk calling him. It was Mihawk, but he didn't care as Sanji gave his answer, and the sounds of the phone ringing to him when mute as the two men smiled at each other (for about a second before realizing that Sanji was driving and about to rear-end the car in front of them). Zoro raised himself up and made out with the blonde, letting his hand finish the job, the other grabbing the phone from his back pocket and tossing it to the back seat without looking at it. His eyes closed as he envisioned the ocean, so deep and vast with many parts still left undiscovered. Sanji's removing the hand from the steering wheel and reaching out to him, ready to do his part and satisfy the green haired man, even though what Zoro felt already was past what Sanji could do with hands alone.

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