"Give me details!" Nami begged, hanging off Zoro's shoulders as he attempted to make himself some kind of meal. He was working with limited ingredients, but canned tuna hadn't failed him yet.

"Will you get off me?!" he growled, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to dislodge her. She'd immediately latched on to him the moment he walked through the door, and she hadn't left him alone since. Her understanding, sympathetic behavior from last night had evaporated. She was back to being her usual demanding, nosy self.

"Not until you tell me what happened." She tightened her hold on him, and he suspected she was trying to kill him by cutting off his air supply.

"His roommate ate my breakfast," Zoro grumbled. "So I got hungry and came home."

It was true. Zoro had woken alone that morning, Sanji having long since gotten up and left for work, and found he had a new picture message. The picture included a full plate of breakfast food, and Zoro's mouth watered at the promise that it was waiting for him in the fridge. But when Zoro finally got out of bed in search of it, he found Franky shoveling the last remains of it into his mouth.

"Oh. Hey bro," Franky said.

Zoro had been embarrassed, having still been dressed in only his boxers, and Franky was giving him the look. The look. The one that suggested Franky knew what had gone down, even when it hadn't.

"Was this supposed to be for you?" Franky asked.

"Uh, Yeah," Zoro replied, staring forlorn at the now emptied plate. He hadn't even gotten the chance to see what Sanji had made in person but he'd already counted on it being delicious.

"I thought it was weird for curly-bro to cook for me," Franky laughed. "Sorry man!"

Zoro shrugged, and an uncomfortable silence fell between them. Zoro was pretty sure that was the moment to get dressed and leave. After all, he was sure Franky was feeling weirded out by the current situation and—

"So did you and Sanji finally do it?"

That was how Zoro learned that Franky had no shame. He left immediately after that, without answering the blue-haired man's question, and returned home to his own nosy roommate.

"Zoro!" Nami whined. "I don't care about his roommate, what happened with you and Sanji? At least tell me why I had to drive you there when I should have been going to bed!"

Zoro frowned. He did at least owe her that much of an explanation. After all, she had driven him there without question or complaint, coming through for him in his moment of panic. The least he could do in return was to satisfy some of her curiosity. It was a small price to pay for her doing that for him.

He sighed and reached into the pocket of his sweatpants. He might have elbowed her in the process on accident, but he ignored her protests. He flipped open his phone, scrolled through and opened his texts from Sanji the night before. Without a word of explanation, he held out the phone for Nami to read.

"Whoa," she said after a moment. "He broke up with you?!"

Zoro laughed. At least it felt good to know he wasn't the only one that could make that conclusion. "No," he answered.

"So then, what happened?"

Zoro loaded the mixture he'd been creating into a pan and clicked the burner on. He'd told her all he needed to. She didn't need to know the details, or lack thereof, of anything else.

"Zoro don't ignore me! You asshole!" Nami finally release him, only to aim a kick into the back of his knee. His leg gave out, and he almost lost his brunch to the floor.

"What the hell, Nami?!" he shouted.

"Tell me what happened after that!" she shouted back.

There was a banging on their wall. It seemed that their neighbor felt they were being too loud. Nami stepped away and threw a scathing look in the direction of the wall before turning back to Zoro.

Her voice was much quieter as she spoke again. "Come on, Zoro. If he didn't break up with you, why did he text you like that?"

Zoro sighed. "Do you know a guy by the name of Donquixote?"

She opened her mouth, no doubt ready to spew another round of complaints about how he was ignoring her. He was quick to cut her off.

"It's relevant."

Her mouth closed again and her expression turned thoughtful. "Like the Donquixote family? There are some reports about them that come into the station, but no one looks too closely at them. They never make it on air, why do you ask?"

That surprised Zoro a little. Nami was an intern for the local news station. She worked particularly close with the meteorologist on the weather section of the news, but it seemed she had some insight into the news section as well.

"Well this guy's been harassing Sanji for a while I guess, stuff to do with his restaurant, and Sanji was pissed off." Zoro shrugged. Nami was most likely going to be bored by the explanation, but Zoro didn't have anything more exciting to offer her, and she had asked.

"Is he trying to buy the restaurant?" Nami asked.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Zoro turned to her in surprise.

"That's what a lot of the reports say. We get them from freelance journalists and investigators. People phone or write in to say that the Donquixote family bought another business or property. Like I said, they get ignored for the most part. We have our own news team, after all, but I thought it was weird we were getting so many, and no one was acknowledging them. I've been making notes." She looked quite proud of herself for her cleverness.

"Huh." Zoro puzzled over that for a moment. That must have been why Doflamingo had been paying Brook so many visits as well. Was he trying to buy the record shop? Zoro should probably talk to Brook about that, but he wasn't sure how to bring it up. After all, it was Brook's shop; he was free to do with it whatever he wanted, right?

"So did you sleep with him?" Nami asked.

"Nami!" Doflamingo was banished from Zoro's mind in an instant. "That's none of your business!"

Apparently, Sanji wasn't the only one with a shameless roommate.

"Come on," she teased. "You're no fun."

"Whatever," Zoro grumbled.

His food finished cooking, and Nami finally granted him a moment of peace. Of course, that meant she sat a few feet away from him on the couch, filing her nails and sending him knowing looks every few seconds. Zoro knew better than to rise to her bait, she played mind games and he fell victim to them too often to be a fool about it.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, she stood. "You're no fun, you know that?" she said to him.

"I don't know why you think knowing about my sex life is 'fun,'" Zoro snorted. "You need more hobbies."

"Shut up," she snapped. She stared at him for a moment. Zoro could only assume she was plotting something sinister, until finally she spoke.

"I'm happy for you," she said.

Before Zoro could think up a proper reply, she was already half way down the hallway. His nose crinkled in confusion. Nami was so strange sometimes; he couldn't make heads of tails of her. He supposed he should just accept her words and let it go. There was no point in puzzling over it for long.

"By the way," she called back, "your roots are coming in. Pick up some hair dye and we'll dye it sometime this week." She shut her bedroom door with a light snap after that, leaving Zoro no room to argue.

He reached up, picking at one of his green strands and attempting to see what she was talking about. It was a wasted action, of course, his hair was too short to see for himself without a mirror. He couldn't be bothered to go to the bathroom to see right now though, he'd just take Nami's word for it. She was usually pretty honest with him when it came to hair stuff. Besides, he trusted her enough to make use of her services every time he needed it dyed.

He sighed. It seemed like he had just dyed it a few weeks ago. Maybe he should just let it grow out? That certainly would get Sanji to stop calling him various forms of moss…

Zoro stood up from the couch. "I'm gonna go get some dye!" he shouted loud enough for Nami to hear. He heard some form of muffled reply from her bedroom, and assumed it was a sound of acknowledgement. If not, oh well.

Zoro would just keep his hair green for now. There was no sense in changing it just because of Sanji. And he didn't mind the nicknames so much anyway.


Zoro's phone went off, startling him from the light doze he'd fallen into. Daytime TV droned in the background, but Zoro paid it no attention. Instead, he reached immediately for his phone, flipping it open to find he had a new picture message from Sanji. He smiled, clicking the "open now" option.

The picture was… confusing. Well, first it was eye-catching. Sanji lay in a bed, apparently naked. The phone was angled up and away from his body, allowing Zoro a clear view of Sanji's bare chest, leading down to a trail of golden hair. The rest was lost beneath dark green bed sheets and the edge of the picture. Sanji was staring up into the camera, a hungry look in his one visible eye.

Zoro felt his mouth go dry. He could feel his heart beating harder in his chest. His body had an instant reaction to seeing Sanji that way. Who could blame him? Zoro had noticed from the first time they'd met that Sanji was attractive. Through getting to know him, the blond had only grown more and more appealing to Zoro.

But then the confusing part set in. Sure, Sanji looked absolutely fuckable, but those sheets looked so familiar. The sheets on Sanji's bed had been a pale yellow color. Zoro had only been there a couple days ago, had the blond changed them already? These sheets didn't look like Sanji's though. The looked like Zoro's, like the sheets he had on his bed right now…

Zoro sprang up almost instantly. Was it possible? It couldn't be. How would Sanji have gotten in here? Had Nami let him in? But when? Zoro had been dozing on the couch, but not sleeping deep enough for Nami to sneak Sanji into their apartment without waking him. Unless he had been asleep longer than he'd thought… what time was it?

He paused, taking a deep breath as his hand rested on the doorknob of his bedroom door. His thoughts were scattered in a million different directions, and he wanted to face Sanji with his head on his shoulders.

"About time, asshole," Sanji greeted, sitting up in Zoro's bed.

"What are you doing here?" Zoro asked. It was the only coherent thought in his mind.

Sanji pushed himself off the bed, allowing the last of the sheets to fall away and revealing that he was, indeed, naked. Zoro swallowed. He couldn't help but stare as the blond approached, wearing only a devilish grin as he sauntered towards him. Zoro had appreciated Sanji's body from the few glimpses he'd gotten in some of the blond's teasing photographs. But seeing it like this was on a whole different level.

"What are you thinking about?" Sanji asked. He'd reached Zoro already, and those long, deft fingers were quick to make their way under the hem of Zoro's shirt.

Zoro made a strangled sound of surprise. "What are you—"

Sanji shushed him. "Relax a little, moss head."

Zoro didn't have the heart to argue, especially not as Sanji's fingers were working teasingly up his stomach. They played at the waistband of Zoro's pants before working their way up in slow, sensual circles. Zoro tensed under the touch. He had no idea what was going on, but he also couldn't help but grunt when Sanji's thumbs flicked over his nipples.

Sanji slipped his hands up further, and Zoro got the hint, raising his arms so that Sanji could pull the shirt off his head. With the shirt discarded, Sanji stepped closer, pressing their hips together as he sealed Zoro against the door. Zoro could feel Sanji's cock, already hard, press against his own length through the fabric of his jeans.

"You touch me too, greedy asshole," Sanji growled before biting down on Zoro's neck in revenge.

Zoro groaned but obeyed, his hands meeting with the smooth skin of the cook's back. He traced the curve of Sanji's spine, causing the blond to arch into him and press them closer. Zoro bucked his hips for good measure, making sure Sanji felt just how much Zoro liked his surprise.

"Shit," Sanji hissed.

Zoro's fingers tangled in blond hair and tugged just a little when Sanji returned his attention to Zoro's neck. Biting, kissing, and licking the skin in a way that was guaranteed to get Zoro hot. Sanji growled as Zoro tugged on his hair, and his fingers pinched at one of Zoro's nipples.

"Fuck," Zoro swore, his head banging back against the door. How Sanji knew exactly where to touch him and how to drive him wild, Zoro had no idea. The blond was doing a superb job of making him lose his mind.

Zoro's fingers worked their way down Sanji's back, groping at impressive muscle and sharp bones as they went. They found the blond's bare hips, and worked their way to Sanji's ass. Two globes of perfect muscle fit well in Zoro's hands as he forced Sanji's hips into his own.

"Shit, shit, shit," Sanji swore. "Fuck. Not so fast."

Sanji pulled away from Zoro, much to the other man's displeasure. Zoro felt like all the bones in his body had turned into jello. He didn't even feel capable of standing upright, and he leaned his weight back against the door.

Sanji sank to his knees in front of him, and Zoro's eyes flew wide open. The cook's smirk widened as his nimble fingers popped the button on Zoro's pants.

"Just relax," Sanji instructed again.

The first touches of Sanji's fingers against Zoro's cock were electric fire. He was paralyzed by the blond's teasing touches, but he could feel the sensation threatening to make him explode. He almost did just that when Sanji's lips met the tip of his cock, the cook's tongue sampling a taste. Sanji smiled up at him, thumbing the head of Zoro's dick one more time before bringing his lips down. Zoro could feel the heat of Sanji's mouth, growing closer, closer…


Zoro sat up in bed, a thin sheen of sweat covering his entire body. He stared around in confusion, his breathing ragged and uneven.

A dream. It had been a dream.

It took a few minutes to orient himself. The dream had been so vivid and so real, he was having a hard time adjusting. He laid back in his bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying to collect the scattered bits of his brain. His fingers played with the edge of his sheet. The sheets were the same dark green as they were in his dream, draped over Sanji…

Zoro swore and bolted upright. He had a serious problem that needed to be attended to. He needed to take a shower anyway, might as well kill two birds with one stone.

He hesitated at his bedroom door, listening carefully. He could hear the faint sounds of the morning news coming from the living room. Nami was already up. Dammit. He didn't exactly want to go parading out there with a hard on. If he could slip into the bathroom, that would be fine, but if she saw him he was screwed.

Best-case scenario, she'd spend the next month calling him a pervert. Worst-case scenario, she'd bug him non-stop until he confessed what he'd been dreaming about. Neither option seemed enjoyable. He'd just have to make a quick break for the bathroom and get in there before she noticed he was up.

Zoro cracked his door open and peaked down the hall. He could see the back of Nami's head peeking over the of the couch. The bathroom door was open and only a few steps away. Of course, their hallway wasn't very long, and if Nami turned around before he reached the bathroom it was game over.

He opened the door, one tiny fraction at a time, easing it bit by bit until it the opening was wide enough for him to slip through. So far so good. Now, the next step. He took careful steps, one foot at a time, making as little noise and motion as possible.

Then his foot found one creaking floorboard and the silence was shattered.

"Zoro?" Nami called, pushing away from the couch and making to turn around.

Zoro dived for the door to the bathroom, ducking inside. He flicked the lock on the door and let out a sigh of relief. He was safe. Now to take care of business.


Zoro decided if there was one thing his dream was telling him, it was that he needed to spend some time with Sanji. It had only been a couple of days since he'd spent the night in Sanji's bed, but he hadn't been able to see the cook since. Sanji was busy with work, Zoro assumed. Plus this business with Doflamingo was most likely still weighing on the cook's mind. Zoro understood that. But after the dream he'd just had, he couldn't think of anything he wanted more than to see Sanji.

The cook was at work right now. Zoro knew that because Sanji had sent him a few 'good morning' pictures first thing that morning. It was most likely right about the time Zoro was dreaming about him naked. He only usually did that when he had to work. If he was off (a rare occurrence), he usually slept in at least until the sun had risen.

Zoro figured his best course of action in getting to see the cook was to set up a date. They needed to plan something for some time when both he and Sanji were off work, or could at least spare a few hours. He had never figured out how to do that via picture message though. Now he was giving his phone a hateful glare, as if it had done something offensive to him.

He sighed. He wasn't going to bother. His last several attempts at making a date with pictures had ended in complete and utter failure. He had a few hours before work still. Maybe he'd stop by Sanji's restaurant. It wasn't exactly on the way, but it would give him a chance to see the cook in person while he talked to him about a date.

Deciding that's what he would do, Zoro slipped on his work shirt. He'd be headed that way immediately after he left the restaurant. He made his excuses to Nami, telling her that Brook had called him in early and that was why he was leaving right now.

"I didn't hear your phone go off," she said, her brow wrinkled in confusion.

"It's on silent." Zoro shrugged on his jacket.

"Huh…" Nami didn't sound like she quite believed that, but she said no more about it. "Have a good day," she said instead.

"See ya," Zoro said, leaving the apartment.


The restaurant was usually pretty busy no matter what time Zoro showed up, and today was no exception. Usually, Zoro wouldn't hang around when it was like this, but he had to ask Sanji to make some time for him before he left. So he waited for the big, burly man working the front to seat him, and then requested to speak with the head chef.

"Marimo?" Sanji asked in confusion. "What brings you here?"

"I wanted to see you," Zoro said, before immediately wishing he could swallow those words. They sounded disgustingly sentimental. Zoro hadn't meant for them to come out as cheesy sounding as they had.

Sanji snorted. "Oi, Patty!" he called. "I'm taking a smoke break!" With that, he ushered Zoro out the back of the restaurant with him.

Zoro waited for the cook to light himself a cigarette. He was learning sometimes Sanji had things he wanted to say, but the cigarette always came first.

Finally, after one smoky breath, Sanji got to talking. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Zoro answered.

"Then why are you here gushing cheesy romance movie lines if there's nothing wrong?" Sanji asked, his curled eyebrow twitching.

"Nothing is wrong, I was just coming to ask you out on a date," Zoro said.

"…Marimo," Sanji sighed and his words came out slower, as if he were talking to a child. "I'm at work right now."

"I didn't mean right now," Zoro snapped. "I'm not an idiot."

"Could've fooled me," Sanji laughed. "Okay. So when's the date?"

"Whenever you're off next."

"And where are we going?" Sanji took another drag of his cigarette.

"I don't know." Zoro shrugged.

"Then what's the point!" the blond snapped.

"Just to get to spend time with you," Zoro said. He paused, considering leaving it at that. Why not have some fun though? "You were in my dream last night."

"I was?" Sanji chuckled. "What happened in your dream?"

"It's not the kind of thing I can describe to you while you're working," Zoro smirked.

Sanji paused, his cigarette halfway to his lips. "What's that mean?" he asked.

"Use your imagination," Zoro said, his voice low.

Sanji swallowed. "Did we… what did we do in your dream?"

"I'd be happy to show you," Zoro chuckled. "Next time you're off."

He could see a shiver pass through Sanji's body. The blond fixed him with a heavy look that promised Zoro would keep his damn word about that or Sanji would kill him.

"I'm off Tuesday," Sanji said, crushing the remains of his cigarette under his foot. "Does that work?"

"Absolutely," Zoro smirked. "See you Tuesday."