The clouds were darker and heavy when it happened. The road he was walking on played tricks after walking on for hours, and somehow with the snow slowly falling on him, he became sleepy. So he did sleep. Well, for a while, until a blonde woke him up by patting his cold cheeks with his warm hand.

Smells good.

The blonde smelled nice, delicious to be exact. And the next thing Zoro knew was, he was being sated. Zoro slowly touched him with talented and knowing hands, traced each curves and teased spots that made the blonde writhe. He thoroughly prepared him with eagerness of what's to come.

"More," said the sinful lips of the man under him.

That word alone made Zoro buckle in excitement. Quickly, he positioned himself on the blonde's entrance. Fuck, just the thought of going inside made Zoro want to cum already.

"Hurry," another call that made him weak.

This body was treacherous. His words were poison slowly seeping in Zoro's veins. So with a final thrust, Zoro enters that welcoming warmth.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Fucking sunlight," Zoro groans, as he puts an arm on his eyes, blocking the sunlight hitting him. "Fucking blonde," he adds, feeling the warm and sticky white release on his groin.

"Ah fuck." He curses again, apparently his vocabulary dwindled at experiencing that dream, no – probably nightmare if Zoro is to contemplate.

It has been two weeks since his last physical contact with the blonde in his dreams. The dreams somewhat compensating at the lost. Zoro remembers he gave his phone number correctly. So why the hell are there no text messages or calls? In Zoro's current state, he'll be somewhat thrilled if that curly-brow butt-dialed him.

Unconsciously, Zoro irks at the thought of having no means to keep in touch with the other. What if that clueless cook mated with another while he's gone?

Zoro catches himself as a growl escaped from his lips. It should be none of his business as long as he gets a fair share of that blonde's taste and smell.

Zoro's chest knots in an unpleasant way. But he's mine. Zoro reminds himself. He doesn't want a fair share, he wants all. For the first time and for someone with a nonchalant personality, he wants that cook. He wants his smell, his touches and his taste like those words and actions he saw in his dreams.

The dreams are like blatant evidence. They already prove too much of Zoro's greed and how much he wants the reality of what he saw. Why is he the one being reduced to a pathetic excuse like a first-time madararui in heat!? He can control himself much better that this. He has already been through three years of mating season. Usually mating season is only uncontrollable at its first time, so why is it like this now?

With the convenience of living alone, he gathers his thoughts and heads to the bathroom. He tosses the stained boxers in the laundry basket not even sorry to whoever will wash them later. Zoro has more things in mind as he steps to the showers.

Two weeks!? It's been two weeks since he started dreaming of the blonde in compromising positions. He wants that reality but when? How do you approach someone who's too cautious? So defensive for something so little like sex?

He turns the shower knob on, the first few cold rain drops waking him to the full authenticity of having another wet dream as if he's a hungry teenager. A few seconds more and the drops turn a higher temperature, the hotness incomparable to the moments he felt before.

Just what is about that cook that calls out to him louder than any other madararui? Is it just pheromones? That lithe body? The prospect of 'virginity' the blonde seems to let out? Why is it that he craves him? This is the first time he wants something other than his precious swords, because truth be told, he's not the friendliest person out there – a few friends here and there and that's enough for him. He doesn't even want to understand why he's getting so attached to the cook, why he suddenly what to commit to him. But he does know his instincts are kicking in and he has great trust to whatever it tells him.

It sounds crazy as fuck but that's how he functions.

By now, he tries to clear his thoughts as he goes to his routine in the showers. He's successful sometimes in not remembering the blonde but most of the time he's mind naturally goes back.

"Where the hell should I go today?" He questions himself. Maybe all he needs is a distraction rather than being coop at his home sleeping.

Stepping out of the bathroom, hair still wet from the hot waters, he's attention goes to his vibrating phone. He sees one of this closest friend's name, Franky, flashing. With a swipe, he answers the call.

"Hey," says a deep but friendly voice, "we'll drop by your place tonight. Let's hang out." The other line says, formalities not needed

Zoro pauses, "Sure, what're we gonna do here?"

"We're just picking you up so you don't go… yknow, somewhere else." Zoro hears a restrained laugh from Franky.

"Whatever."

"Yeah yeah, see ya."

And after twelve hours, the so-called distraction does come, in the form of his buff friend that wears too much colorful clothes.

"Yo, Zoro!" His friend says enthusiastically while Zoro just rolls his eyes.

"Where are we going, Franky?" Zoro asks directly.

"On the same bar we went to weeks ago." He replies, "Let's go!"


He is seated at the mini bar on the second floor, the part for people who doesn't like the ear-deafening music that others want, with a soundproof tinted glass which overlooks the party below. Zoro isn't hoping for anything. True, that this is the same bar he went to when he saw Sanji, but what are the chances he'll see him again? Just what are his chances of getting smothered with that blonde's scent again? So with a shot of vodka, he drowns the thought.

Zoro then feels an arm sling over his shoulders, "Heard you bat for the other team now?"

Franky wiggles his eyebrow in interest, as if wanting Zoro to explain himself.

"Where'd that come from?" Zoro then motions the bartender to give him another shot.

"A reputable resource," Franky nudges Zoro. "Just spill already, we're not one to judge."

Zoro gives out a short sigh, "It's Nami isn't it?"

"If I say yes do I get the story?" Zoro snorts at that as the bartender slides a shot in front of him.

As quickly as it came, he finishes the shot again. His pace today is really faster than usual.

"It's not like it's a secret story." Zoro starts, "He intrigued me when I first saw him, smelled him actually."

Franky hangs his mouth in excitement, "He!"

"Yeah, yeah. He was on his initial heat when I met him."

"Duuuuude," Franky is practically slapping Zoro's arm, "you are such an opportunist!" Franky then orders a bottle of vodka because he knows this is going to be one of the best stories he'll hear today, "On me." He adds and Zoro smirks.

"If this is what I get for just telling you my story, I better stock up on stories."


In between their drinks, Zoro does tell what happened between him and Sanji, of course, minus how their steamy moments went. Now that it has come up, he hasn't really wondered about his sexuality. Like, does this mean his gay now? Not that it's a bad thing, it's just new really.

"Friends," Franky snorts, his voice and movement getting erratic by each shot, "then no calls." Franky laughs at him, "you got turned down man. That's a first."

"Well he's the one missing out." Zoro sees their bottle, vodka already half.

"Cheeky, but why do I feel you're invested in him?" Zoro raises his eyebrow at him, "I mean, it's usually a yes or no when you pick up partners, and he's clearly on the no-side. Why you still want to meet him again?"

"He's different." Zoro replies, even he's quite surprised at the words coming out of his own mouth, "He's annoying." Is all Zoro could add.

Franky hums at his answer, "You gonna commit to him," the words hang, neither a question or a statement.

It's probably the drinks making his head buzz at that, Zoro doesn't even know what it is. Truthfully, Zoro is interested at Sanji, a fact he will never deny to himself. He knows it. Zoro knows he wants Sanji. Just how much, that he has yet to know. But he's willing; open even, to how far he could go with him. Zoro isn't the type to think things through, so he'll do whatever it is his body tells him. Remembering Sanji, his body is shouting one thing - to hold the cook within his warmth. So since his mind and body is telling him that, Zoro muses, "Maybe," is his answer for now.

"But enough about me," Zoro changes the topic as he pours another drink, "How's this place going? For a fairly new bar, this one seems crowded enough."

"Well, Brook's pretty creative with his antics so people naturally came," Franky replies, "remember the 'lights off' thing?" Zoro nods with an amused smile, "People liked it."

"It was interesting," Zoro remembers how it brought him to Sanji.

"You were holed up last weeks, so you wouldn't know, but there are already regulars coming in here."

"That's good for Brook's business then," He says.

"You should go down and meet them. They're practically our friends now."

"Yours not mine," Zoro wraps his arm on the bottle and sways it, "besides I gotta finish this."

Franky gives him a grin. His buff friend does know how much he likes alcoholic drinks. He then proceeds to tell Zoro the pretty girl that always visits. Her long jet black hair and that to-die-for body he has never seen on anyone before. 'Robin' is the name. Franky continues to babble about the girl and how she's the best she's ever seen, and how you can approach her and such, but never could anyone touch. Franky even tried it, but was met with demise. With that, Zoro laughs at him.

After, Franky begins to tell another, this time a man. Like Robin, he's cool and engages when talked to, even dances with the interested women, but he was never seen going off with a girl by his side. Sometimes the man quietly stays at the bar downstairs just drinking. With striking blonde hair and clean outfit, he could probably get the ladies if he wants to.

Zoro perks up at the mention of blonde hair but it dies quickly at how common blonde hair really is. But Franky adds more details, Zoro's hope igniting much to his liking.

"...long legs," Franky describes, "and that very distinct eyebrow. I tell you man, it's weird but kinda suits him."

Zoro immediately asks, "Is he here now?"

Franky raises an eyebrow, questioning, "I tell you about Robin you barely seem to listen, and I tell you about this guy and you're downright interested." Zoro still looks at him waiting for an answer.

"Dunno man," yet Franky stands up and goes to the glass window, "ah, on his usual seat down at the bar, right there." Franky points and Zoro can't help but walk towards him.

Zoro's eyes widen at what he sees, his lips curving to a smirk, because it is him. Him, with his lanky but defined figure. Him, with his white complexion and blonde hair. Him, probably with his still-heady scent.

The blonde is the same building. He's actually where Zoro can see him. He could feel his inner self getting excited to reach out, to feel him. No more dreams, this time it's the real thing. The cook is here.

Franky notices the change in Zoro so he asks him what's up and Zoro merely replies, "The friend," in which Franky's mouth turns to an O but gradually turns to a smirk.

He sees Zoro go back to the mini bar and grabs the vodka. Zoro swallows whatever was left of the drink, the cold and burning feeling of the liquid sliding on his throat. The bottle thumps on the table, and with it Zoro practically runs to the door as he goes downstairs.

Zoro slides through the crowd, the image of the blonde cook near the bar is his only map. Closer and closer he gets to his destination, his anticipation building up, and with a few more steps, their eyes meets.

Zoro catches the widening of blue eye and that's all what Zoro needs to see to know he's not mistaking anything. Zoro stalks toward him, his gaze never leaving Sanji. He then notices Sanji seems to get out of whatever trance he's in. So along the way, Sanji waves his middle finger as if to say 'hello' at Zoro, a mocking smile with it. That gesture alone should have been irritating to Zoro, but the more he sees it, the more his grin widens.

Yup, this is definitely not one of Zoro's dreams.


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