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"Marimo, do you want lunch?"

"Nah. I'm heading out. Bye."

Before Sanji could question more, he already heard the door closing. Still curious as to where his lover was going and to be heading out on a Sunday was even weirder. The swordsman didn't work on Sundays; it was his only day off seeing how the bank was opened Monday-Saturday. Although Zoro did get alternate Saturdays off, he usually spent those Saturdays at the dojo teaching. Sundays were his absolute day of rest.

The more the cook thought about it the stranger it seemed. The swordsman has been coming back later than usual and he was frowning a lot more. Though seeing the green haired man frowning was no rare sight but Sanji has noticed that his lover was acting suspiciously and that did not suit the green haired swordsman who on a daily basis trained and meditated to attain his goal of best swordsman.

The cook has started taking Sundays off after the trip as he's beginning to trust Patty and the rest with the restaurant. Usually when he took Sunday off, his green haired lover would be home with him and they'll fight till they were both tired and then have lunch or dinner. Either that they'll have stay in bed, snuggled up to each other, tired from the night before.

Today was different. Zoro was already up by the time Sanji got breakfast ready.

Thinking that he must be imagining things, Sanji brushed off the nagging feeling that his lover was hiding something from him.

"Nah, he wouldn't. Might as well head to the restaurant and text the Marimo later." Sanji said to the empty house.

/

"Che."

"Why so irritated, Zoro?" The swordsman was pacing up and down the hall, unable to sit still while waiting for the last person to join them.

"You know how much I hate lying to the cook. He's going to kick a fuss when he finds out. Lying plus hiding things from him. Oh, he's going to kill me."

"Don't try to deny that you enjoy every fight with him. I've seen you guys at it. You're always smiling and like Luffy said you guys always end up in bed."

"Che. This. This is different. This is straight out lying. I've haven't been able to look into the cook's eyes without feeling guilty. And this is your fault, Ace Portgas!"

"Whoa, whoa. Calm down Zoro." Ace tried his best to calm the angered and frustrated swordsman as much as he could. Somehow he was failing, and they were getting a lot more attention than he needed.

*Beep *Beep

/Oie mosshead, where you at?/

"Shit. It's Sanji asking where I'm at." Zoro was grabbing his cellphone so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

"Ease up, Zoro. Just tell him you're out for drinks with some colleagues."

"Che. Like he'll believe that." But that was what Zoro did. He replied the cook saying he was out having drinks with colleagues. Technically he wasn't lying, Ace was sort of a colleague as they both taught at the dojo so did the last person who has yet to turn up. What Zoro didn't understand was why couldn't the cook know. It wasn't as if Sanji didn't know the last person involved. Fuck, Sanji taught at the dojo as well on his free time, so he definitely knew of the person. Stupid Ace and his stupid reasoning and logic! All this hiding and lying was driving Zoro insane.

*Beep *Beep

/Okay... You gonna be home for dinner?/

No name-calling. No insults. Zoro knew Sanji was already suspicious.

/Yea. Make me some rice balls, okay wife? Haha./

Zoro tried his best to seem normal to the cook lest Sanji started asking questions he didn't have answers to.

*Beep *Beep

/Stop calling me your wife, stupid Marimo!/

*Cling *Cling.

With that sound, signaling that someone had just entered the cafe Ace and Zoro were at, the person they were waiting for finally arrived.

Sending a quick reply to his lover, Zoro turned his attention back to the man walking towards their table.

"Hey!"

"Hey Marco." Ace answered back to the man standing at their table.

/

*Beep *Beep

/You're definitely the wife, curlybrow. You and your pink apron. :D See you tonight./

Stupid Marimo bastard. Sanji read the message from Zoro and glared daggers at his cellphone. Shithead is definitely hiding something from me.

All those standing around Sanji felt his anger raising and stayed clear of his path, as they feared they would turn into a walking dartboard for the cook and his knives. Only Patty seemed braved enough to approach the fuming cook, some would say he was dumb enough.

"Oie, Sanji! Stop doing that! You're scaring the other cooks, bastard!" Patty ducked just in time and missed one of Sanji's deadly kicks.

"Had a fight with your Marimo lover?" Patty seems unfazed by the sudden attack and continued to question him, avoiding the kicks at the same time.

"None of your fucking business!"

And Sanji stepped out to the alley to smoke or he'll start tearing the kitchen apart. And he won't have any staff left.

Lighting his cigarette, Sanji realised he had been right about the weird sensation this morning. Still trying to figure out what the Marimo was hiding, he tried calling his lover.

/Ugh. This is Zoro. Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as possible./

"WHAT THE FUCK? VOICE MAIL?" Sanji kicked the innocent looking wall, leaving dents and holes as he cursed at his lover. The blonde didn't like what his lover was hiding; it didn't fit well with everything.

"Fucking bastard." Kick. "Son of a bitch." Kick. The cook had no idea why he was this angry. Was he worried over the swordsman? Jealous, maybe? Nah, he refuses to admit he was jealous over that baka-Marimo. All he knew was someone was going to get kicked real hard in the balls tonight.

Finishing his third cigarette after stepping out, Sanji text Luffy asking if he wanted to come the restaurant for food. He need some company and Luffy would also be an excellent way of releasing some frustration.

/Hey Lu, wanna come over the restaurant for food?/

Knowing his invitation wouldn't be rejected, Sanji went back into the kitchen not any clearer on what his lover was doing or hiding. He was going get answers tonight.

/

"Ace you know Sanji is going to get suspicious right? I've been hanging out with you too often."

"Yea." Ace looked dreamingly at the cafe door. Zoro sensing that Ace was not even listening to him waved his hand in front of the freckled man to get his attention.

"Oie! When are we done with this? All this."

"Tonight I'll explain things to Sanji if he jumps to conclusion. And knowing that blonde, he already has. He might be thinking that I'm having an affair with you, dear Zoro. Ha ha."

Zoro face palmed and groaned.

"Ugh. That's not going to look pretty tonight. And it's still your fault, damn Fire-fist!" Zoro had given that nickname to Ace ever since seeing him teaching his class and sparring with the man.

"Yea yea. By the way, thanks Zoro. You were always closer to Marco than I was." Ace still had his eyes on the door, watching the shadows of the person who had just left.

"Che, just don't ruin my relationship and I'll be glad." Ace managed to keep his eyes away from the door long enough to see the pained expression on Zoro's face.

"Nah. Don't worry. A fight with Sanji, and you two would be tumbling back into bed wanting sex." Zoro turned his head to give Ace his 'death-stare' look.

"Che. Shouldn't have agreed."

*Flashback*

Sliding open the balcony door, Zoro found Ace leaning against the railing overlooking the crowd below.

"Hey, this for you."

"Thanks." Ace was not his usual happy self, something was wrong.

"Something bothering you? Want me to go get Sanji?" Although they were friends, Zoro wasn't that close to Ace.

"No, it's okay. Actually I have something to talk to you about. Would you mind closing that door? I don't want the others to hear."

"Sure." Zoro went over to close the door, shutting the party off.

"What is it you want to talk about?"

"It's about you and Sanji."

Zoro was taken aback by Ace's statement and replied cautiously. "What about us?"

"You know, how did you know you were meant to be? Sanji used to be so popular with the girls, even back in school. Hell, he still is. How did you manage to steal his heart?" Ace was still looking over the railing at the oblivious passing crowd below. Zoro eyed the freckled man and moved over the stand by his side.

"Ace you do know that I've preferred guys all this while right?" Zoro wanted to trend this topic really carefully. Ace gave a slight nod.

"Remember Nami's birthday at Akagami?" Seeing Ace nod, Zoro continued on his story.

"I noticed him the minute I walked in and couldn't stop staring or thinking about that head of blonde. So when he turned up at our table, I was shocked and happy at the same time. However, I was so disappointed when he turned into a goo of hearts and drank my night away. Until that pervert cook walked over and invited me over to his place." Ace laughed at that memory but stopped after registering that sentence again.

"Wait! You mean that was when it happened? And I thought it was way after that."

"Yea. And after that we sort of got together and hid it from you guys for like three months before one day the cook said he was ready." Zoro smiled at that memory of hugging his lover and standing hand-in-hand before their friends.

"Whoa, I would never have expected Sanji to be the one who wanted to acknowledge."

"It wasn't easy though. The cook kept going into this hearts frenzy even when we were together, and it was hard to keep myself calm and ignore it. Everything worked out though; I've learned that the cook was someone I plan to share my life with. And although it doesn't look like it, Sanji feels the same way too." And Zoro smiled at his friend.

"So what's bothering you?"

"I think I'm in love."

"Oh! The bachelor Ace is in love? Who?" Ace has always been single for as far as Zoro knew. Although there were swarms of women confessing their undying love to the hot raven head, he has never reciprocated. No one has seen or heard him going on a date. So to hear Ace say this was big news!

"Well, I think I am. It kind of hurts when I see someone else with that person."

Zoro noticed the sad eyes and remembered feeling this way.

"It's a guy, isn't it?"

Ace was surprised. "How you know?"

"I've been there. You've got those eyes."

"Oh. Well, yes. In fact you know the person as well. It's Marco."

"What? Stud Marco?" Now Zoro understood why Ace was this crestfallen. Marco's list of girlfriends was a long as the Mississippi River. And everyday the list just gets longer. Thinking back, actually nobody knew Ace's gender preference at all.

"But you don't even know if you like guys."

"I did. Remember that night at Franky's? We were drinking and playing 'Truth-or-Dare'?"

"Yea."

"And we kissed?"

"Yea. I got kicked real hard in the head for that. Sanji thought I enjoyed it."

"I already knew then. I must say you aren't bad."

"WHAT?"

"Yes. Before you get all crazy on me. Quieten down; I don't want the rest to know just yet. Not before finding out more. So that's why I need your help."

"Me?"

"Yes. I need you to find out if Marco is interested as well." Ace was giving the signature Portgas brothers' puppy eyes pout. It was hard to say no to.

"Fine. But I'm telling the cook."

"No! No one else is to know! Just help me find some things out and I'll tell the rest on my own."

"Che. But you owe me!"

"Whatever you say!" And Ace was looking happier than when Zoro first found him.

"Let's get back in. The ero-cook is cooking."

"Sure."

End of flashback

So here they were sitting at the cafe after speaking to Marco. Zoro did eventually find out that Marco was interested as well and was willing to give it shot.

"It's time to head back, love-struck boy. Ero-cook's been phone bombing me. You better be a good shield."

/

7.00pm

"Stupid mosshead. Where is he?" Sanji said pacing the kitchen and dining area, staring at the clock.

*Click.

"Marimo, where have you been?" The blonde cook went jumping and kicking at the first sight of the door opening.

"Ow! Fucking cook! That hurt!"

"Serves you right!" Seeing another head behind the usual green Sanji greeted his guest.

"Hey Ace. What you doing with Zoro?"

"We went for drinks." Zoro answered walking into the kitchen to look for something to nurse his head. Beer, probably.

"Sanji, I have something to confess." His friend was unusually happy so Sanji just nodded and ushered him to go ahead.

"I've been stealing Zoro away from you."

"Oie! Don't say such lies, Portgas!" Zoro had walked out and smacked Ace's raven head.

"But." Sanji was clenching his teeth, unsure if he should kick his friend first or his lover.

"With a good cause."

"I needed him to help me find out if a friend of ours is interested in getting together."

Pause.

"Together with me."

Pause.

"And he said yes."

Pause. Silence. Until Sanji realised he said 'he'.

"Who is it? And what the hell in not telling me till now?" And that earned Zoro a kick to the head.

"Marco. And Ace was the one who insisted that nobody else knows."

"That explains why you're so over the moon. This calls for a celebration! Now to cook dinner!"

"What you haven't cooked?" Zoro and Ace said in unison.

"No, I was so pissed at a stupid mossbrain."

/

After the happy and in love Ace left, Sanji turned to kick Zoro in the head again. However constant fights with Sanji taught Zoro to be ever ready, and he was. Avoiding another kick, Zoro grabbed hold onto the blonde cook's leg and pulled him closer.

"You know, this is a very nice position, ero-cook."

"Fucking let go off my leg, mosshead."

"Oh, I'll be fucking all right. This position just seems so tempting."

"Like I'll be letti... Ah." Before Sanji could finish his sentence, Zoro was already attacking his mouth. Feeding him deep and hungry kisses. It left him feeling hot and wanting more. And the current position that they were in didn't leave anything to the imagination.

The growing erection in Sanji's pants obvious and the green haired swordsman grounded his hips in the cook's, earning him a deep moan.

As sudden as the kiss had started, Sanji moaned when his lover removed his hot mouth to kiss his neck and shoulder. The green haired swordsman leaving trails of hot kisses along his jaw line and all Sanji could do to steady himself was to grab onto Zoro's shoulder and hair. Pulling his lover's short green hair, Sanji started to play with the earrings on his ear. Teasing and pulling.

And all of a sudden, Zoro lifted the blonde cook up and carried him into the bedroom, bridal style.

"Fucking put me down, Marimo. I'm not your bride."

"Who said that? You so fucking are. And I'm going to remind you."

Tossing the blonde onto the bed, Zoro proceeded to remove his own clothes tossing the garments onto the floor and climbed onto the bed with his blonde. Carefully unbuttoning Sanji's shirt, he had ruined one previously and the blonde kicked up such a fuss, Zoro kissed every bit of newly exposed flesh, sending shivers down the cook's body.

Zoro unbuckled Sanji's belt and pulled his pants and boxers down together, releasing his harden cock. Crawling between the blonde's legs, Zoro bent down to lay kisses on the cook's flat stomach and hips. Marking his territory, Zoro liked to think. Kissing Sanji's inner thighs, Zoro bit the flesh there gently leaving a small red mark. The cook hissed at the pain but didn't move away from the touch. Placing his mouth over the cook's cock, licking the full length of it ending with a kiss at the tip. This action always seemed to make Sanji go crazy and Zoro enjoyed doing just that. Smiling, Zoro continued to lick and kiss before taking the cook's cock deep in his mouth. Sanji continued to cry out curses as the swordsman took him full, filling him with warmth.

Oh, fuck! Marimo is too damn good at this for his own good.

Pulling his mouth out and away very slowly stopping at the tip before going deep again. Sanji couldn't do anything but bury his fingers in short green hair. Zoro started to play with Sanij's balls, giving them a pull so very slightly.

Tongue. Mouth. Hands. Oh. Fuck.

Replacing his mouth with his tanned, rough hand, Zoro moved his head southwards. Kissing the cook's balls before licking that sweet entrance.

Fuck. Tongue. Mouth. Hands. Cock. Oh. Fuck.

The green haired man stretched to grab the lotion by the nightstand, while still giving his attention to his lover's cock and balls. After coating his fingers with lotion, Zoro placed one finger near the entrance and teased the cook a little. Before the cook could muster a word out, Zoro had slipped his finger into the tight warmth that was Sanji.

Ah. Fuck.

Reclaiming the cook's cock with his mouth, Zoro slipped in another finger and started moving in rhythm as his mouth.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! More!

"Fucking pull your fingers out, Marimo. And put your dick in." Zoro did as he was told. He removed his fingers, cleaning them with sheets, before placing his hard cock at the entrance of Sanji. And slowly eased his way in. Sanji was so warm and tight, Zoro nearly came. As always, Zoro waited till Sanji had adjusted to the pain before slowly moving his hips. Looking at his flustered, panting blonde, Zoro could no longer control his speed or rhythm. His thrusts became erratic and they seem to get deeper and deeper. He heard his lover moaning and calling out his name and knew he had hit that spot. Trying to get that same spot over and over again, sending the blonde cook over the edge.

Fuck. I'm not going to last any longer.

With that thought, Zoro wrapped his fingers around Sanji's neglected member, pumping in rhythm as his thrusts. The lovers had always tried to one-up the other in everything they did. Sex was no difference. Wanting the cook to come first before he finished, Zoro aimed at that sweet spot and thrust in hard, hitting it. Sanji could not longer take it and came spilling his seed over Zoro's hand and his stomach. After a couple of thrusts, Zoro came deep within Sanji.

Both were exhausted from the activity and took a moment to calm themselves down. Sanji lying still in bed with his cigarette and Zoro lying on top of the blonde.

"You're the wife." Zoro said matter-of-factly.

"Che. Get up. I wanna shower." Zoro grunted but did pull himself out and rolled on to the bed.

"Marimo. Shower. Now."

"Later, wifey." If there had been a glare, Zoro missed it closing his eyes drifting to sleep.

/

"You do know that this does not mean I'm forgiving you or Ace for hiding things from me, baka-Marimo." Sanji said to his lover while preparing some snacks after they've showered.

"Che. It's not my fault, curlybrow. Ace made me do it."

"Regardless, you are getting grocery shopping duty for the next two months. Plus you're going to staying home every Sunday for those two months as well. I need a pack mule, anyway." Sanji smiled as he placed a plate of grilled cheese sandwich in front of his green haired lover.

"What? Like hell, I'm doing that, love-cook!"

"Yes. You are. End of argument."

"Stupid fire-fist! He's going to get it when I see him at the dojo tomorrow." Zoro grumbled as he took a bite into his sandwich.

"By the way, tell Ace he is going to get his too! I've yet to think of a punishment."

"Somehow that made me feel a lot better than this sandwich did, ero-cook."

"Whatever, mosshead." Sanji lit another one of his cigarettes.

"Love you too, dartbrow."

"Che. Don't forget we're going grocery shopping tomorrow as well!"

Groaning but Zoro accepted his fate.