A big, big, big thank you to my dear Dalia who was able to correct my miserable mistakes! Love you=)

Mirava il ciel sereno,
le vie dorate e gli orti,
e quinci il mar da lungi, e quindi il monte.
Lingua mortal non dice
quel ch'io sentiva in seno.

(G. Leopardi)

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There was this strange mist surrounding him. It was heavy, so heavy that it was almost suffocating. He felt like he was wrapped in a thick, snow-white blanket. And to worsen the situation even more, it was incredibly hot, as only a sunny August afternoon could be. He felt rivulets of sweat roll down his back as if everything had been real. Because he knew very well it was a just a dream, an awful, sweat inducing and long dream, but not yet a nightmare. Oh no…not a nightmare at all: he could barely see through the thick fog; but he was sure that there, standing few meters away from him, was the damn love cook.

Zoro gritted his teeth even in my dreams now? Can you leave me alone? In spite of his words, the swordsman neared the blonde, who slowly turned his head to face him Hey, moss head. And with that Zoro's vision went completely black, all he could feel were hands running all over him. All of a sudden he found himself laying on his back on a warm floor, the mist still around him, he could only look above him because his head seemed to be glued to the floor beneath and he couldn't move it. Those hands were now pinning him down, pressing hard on his shoulders, and he was aware of the fact that someone was straddling his hips, but he couldn't see who that person was. He was surprised at first, even though felt extremely excited: soft caresses, slow hip's movements against his own, some intangible words whispered in a voice that was sometimes manly sometimes girly. And then there were other hands, many others massaging every inch of his body. He felt relaxed and, at the same time, aroused by the steady grind of the stranger's hips. It was so damn good he wished he could have slept forever to maintain that wonderful sensation. A pair of hands reached his face, stroked his cheeks and moved down to reach his parted lips, and…pull at them?!?

The swordsman woke up suddenly, and was shocked to find out he was staring into Luffy's black eyes.

"Zoooooro"

Ok. It wasn't that bad. Probably the rubber boy wouldn't notice the erection unsuccessfully hidden in his pants. Wait, thinking about it, he wouldn't even know what that was about and would just ignore the fact. Of course he would, his captain was just an innocent, crazy, rubber boy after all. What Zoro didn't consider was that an old, perverted, cyborg-man, Franky, was standing just at the edge of his hammock.

"Hey…good morning… are you up to some golf?"

"What?"

"Just noticing your morning wood, haramaki…"

Fucking hell, hate you, you stupid big jackass.

"Thinking 'bout your dear love cook?!"

"Get outta here Franky"

"Zooooro…we need some help…Nami said—"

"Get outta here…"

"Zooooo-"

"Please…"

--

Breakfast has been hell that day. Nami kept repeating how disappointed she was with Zoro, who didn't help her carry her working material from her room to the deck ("Why would you do something like that?!" "Because, Zoro, it's sunny and I wanna sunbathe a little bit while working…" "Well, that doesn't mean I have to be your personal slave!" "Do I have to recall your debt?" "Witch!") and Franky's ironical barbs about his 'morning state'. He slapped his face remembering Franky nibbling at a sausage and remarking "That meat is kinda hard."

And now the swordsman was there sitting in his usual spot trying hard to stop every kind of sexual thoughts that occurred to his mind, but it wasn't easy at all; and actually he couldn't find a reason to blame himself: he was young, he hadn't had sex for weeks before he started his relationship with the eyebrows freak, and now that he started it he hasn't had any and was sure that he wouldn't have any for the next century.

He didn't know what to do: he was afraid of getting near Sanji because he didn't trust himself anymore. Probably he would jump over the cook and try to ravish him. He had what he wanted just there but he couldn't have it yet, well at least, couldn't have it completely. He felt exactly like when everything had started, like nothing had changed at all, like….fuck.

Zoro hated himself: dammit, he respected the cook's decision, how couldn't he? And ok, sex is just an accessory to a relationship, but it is important too…yeah, it's important to establish a certain intimacy between two partners. And it was pretty damn fun too, alright?

A foot connected playfully with his head and told him that Sanji was there "Oi, Neanderthal…"

Zoro didn't even bother to open his eyes, he just grunted to let the cook know he was listening, but as soon as he noticed that the blonde was way too quiet, he cracked his eyes open and peered: Sanji was standing beside him, looking at his feet and letting his hair hide even more of his face.

"What's wrong, dartboard?" the swordsman smiled when he noticed that both of them still used names to call each other even though their manners were much softer than before.

The cook's expression changed; suddenly he looked troubled and lit up a cigarette.

"Listen" He breathed out some smoke "are you ignoring me?"

Zoro stared at him for few seconds yes, I'm completely ignoring you because I'm so horny I could tie you up to my hammock and--- Here we go again. Zoro looked away from Sanji, as if staring at the railing would have cooled him down instead.

"You see? You are ignoring me…"

"I'm not…" Zoro whispered.

"Oh really? You woke up later, you didn't pass by the kitchen to say 'good-morning' before the others, then you burst in to the room and ate breakfast in silence and left, and now, I'm talking to you and you just mutter and look the other way…" the cook took a long drag. "Look, I know everyone has their fucked up days…but if it's my fault I just want to know, ok?"

Zoro nodded.

"So, it is my fault, moss head…"

"Hell, no…"

"You fucking nodded!"

"You said 'ok?' and I nodded, that's all"

"Then, what's the matter?"

Zoro passed and hand through his short hair. A part of him wanted to tell Sanji, because, come on, they were both men, he would have understood him! While the other part just kept repeating in his head that telling him would have been a very bad idea: of course Sanji was a man, of course he could understand something like that, but what about the fact that he made clear that he didn't even wanted to talk about sex, or general sexual activities between the two of them yet. Maybe it was a step he shouldn't—couldn't take.

"You know you can tell me…" Sanji said and looked away.

Zoro chuckled at his own stupidity and covered his face with his hands.

"I'm fucking horny. Damn it! It has been two days: I cannot think of anything else than sex and stuff like that, alright?" he chuckled again, and added "And this morning Franky even noticed it…"

"Oh…now I get the sausage thing…" Sanji laughed.

"Yeah, I would have found it funny if it hadn't been about me…"

"But still, I cannot understand why you are ignoring me"

"You really don't? I find it freaking obvious…"

Sanji then blushed as realization struck him.

"Oh…" he needed another cigarette, for fuck's sake. "I don't think---" the cook began.

"No, Sanji. I told you just because I wanted to give you the truth, not because I wanted something else from you…ok?"

There was a long silence. Zoro felt guilty for having worried Sanji, and Sanji was embarrassed as hell, both because it was something partly foreign to him and because he had almost obliged Zoro to this position.

"So…" the cook cleared his throat. "Are you gonna ignore me some more, or you think we can work this out together?"

Zoro turned to face him: he blinked few times before getting on his feet and grabbing Sanji by the shoulders.

"Sanji, I already told you I don't want to fucking force you, come on! I just said it because—" Sanji hushed him placing his hand over his mouth.

"Do you really think I cannot decide with my own head? And most of all do you really think I would be persuaded by something that you, uncivilized bastard, said?"

Zoro swallowed hard.

"But sex is out, ok? No sex…" the cook narrowed his eyes and looked straight into the other's eyes and repeated "No.Sex." mouthing each word well enough as if talking with a deaf.

"I think I get the point, dartboard freak…" Zoro snorted.

"Just making sure…" Sanji smiled and turned on his heels, heading for the kitchen once again.

"Cook" Zoro called out and the blonde stopped with his hand on the door's knob. "Just think about it"

As he entered the corridor that led to the kitchen, Sanji thought that he could have tried to build a little more intimacy between them, because he was sure it would have been worth it.


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