Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece or any of the characters.

Warning: Rushness; Grammar; OOCness; Yaoi; Lemon; swearing; repetitiveness (I'm a repetitive person) and anything you notice that isn't on this list but is on this list.

Well, I don't know where to start. Maybe the beginning...
I want to thank you all. To all my readers and followers. Having gained 24 followers of this story and 12 favourites. Also alot of favourites and followers of myself. I thank you all, you all have been brilliant and patient with me and I thank you all for that, with kind words you all motivated me to the end and I tend to leave a project half way sometimes. So thank you.

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Prequel is up now, I wanted to post it along with this chapter. So look for the prequel, if you want, 'Fallen in love with you'

Chapter Fourteen: Never letting go

"How long is it going to take to move your shit back in this place?" Zoro murmured quietly as he carried a box full of books into the apartment, dumping them roughly by the sofa.
Sanji had been slowly moving in over the past couple of days and this was almost the last of the stuff, he'd sleep at the Baratie and then occasionally sleep at the apartment with Zoro. Everything was slowly returning to normal, Zoro and Sanji were back to (play) fighting and calling each other names, nothing was awkward between them and they understood each other more now.

It had been strange when Zoro saw Zeff again; being in the Baratie when Sanji had told everyone they were back together was awkward. They had all been deadly quiet for five minutes before they cheered for them both, happy that the couple was back together.
It had been fun in the kitchen with everyone; Zoro had to say it was enjoyable just like old times, that was until he was alone in a room together with Zeff. It reminded him of when he and Sanji had first gotten together and he had asked permission to move in and date his son. He had gotten a speech then, and he had gotten the same speech now, just in a more intimidating tone. As well as the finishing touch, a warning.
Just like a father trying to protect his baby girl.

Zeff had been happy watching Sanji slowly leave with Zoro again, but he wasn't actually really happy. Zeff had acted then, acting overjoyed to finally have him out of the house but secretly, he was upset that his once little boy was finally old enough to fly on his own, and to Zeff, it was like it was happening all over again and it saddened him to let him go.

Zoro watched as Sanji came into the apartment with another black bag full of just clothes. It had been about the fourth bag in the past couple of days he had brought over.
"Jeez…How many clothes have you actually got? We should start getting rid of them…"
"You are not throwing away my beautiful expensive clothes…" Sanji glared, hugging the bag to him as he walked to the bedroom protectively.
"Maybe burn them…" Zoro whispered mainly to him self as this mind was planning ways to rid them. "I swear you love your fucking clothes more than you love me!" Zoro called from the living room, opening the box and taking out the books one by one, reading the titles as he did.

"Of course I shitty do, shitty Marimo!" Sanji shouted back from the bedroom.
Zoro smiled as he listened to curses and the rattling of hangers.
He now knew not to take Sanji's words to heart because everything was practically the opposite of what he meant.
"Die Curly brows!"
"What did you say?!"
"I forget!"

Zoro frowned at a shiny blue book with a heart on it.
"Boy's and love?" He mumbled, taking a look at it. Wasn't this a shitty girly book for girls and their crushes?
He flipped open the book, a date was stamped on the corner with Sanji's name. It was a date about a year and a half ago before they dated.
"Who's the guy? Shitty Marimo…" Zoro read, he smirked, so Sanji had actually liked him way before they got together…
"Love or crush?" Zoro frowned that the word crush was circled, so Sanji only ever thought that it was a crush…that explains a lot. How had he never found this book before? Ah, that's right; it probably stayed in his room hidden away from the world.
Zoro continued flipping through the pages, reading what the book said about how to tell if the guy really likes you, if you really like them, what the types of guys were, how to flirt, how to kiss, sex and protection.
Zoro had to say, this book was a load of crap. What had the shit cook been thinking?
He continued to flip the page, reading it.
"Sex on the washing machine whilst on fast spin…" Maybe this book wasn't so shit after all…
"Hey, curly brow! I found your diary!"
"What diary?!"
There was a pause before a large thud and heavy foot steps. Zoro looked up at the sounds, watching as Sanji skidded by the bedroom door and came running at him full speed, jumping at Zoro.
Zoro didn't quite expect such a reaction from the blonde with the sudden attack. He held on to the book tightly as Sanji tried to pry it from his fingers. His face red with anger or embarrassment he didn't know.

"Give it back!" Sanji growled rolling around the floor with Zoro. When Sanji's back hit the floor, he lifted up his leg and planted his foot into Zoro face to help him pry it away from Zoro.
Zoro equally growled back. "No way in hell!"
"Fuck off Marimo! This is private shit!"
"This is evidence!"
"What shitty evidence?!"
Zoro pushed the book away, and over Sanji's head, Sanji's hands going with it too.
He leaned down, his face inches away from Sanji's.
"That you liked me long before we got together…you were crazy about me more than you knew it yourself…you knew you liked me and you just didn't want to admit it and now I have proof that you liked me longer than you'll admit…"
Zoro smiled, watching Sanji's face turn red up to his ears.
"W-who would like a shit brain like you!?"
"You"
Zoro closed the gap, kissing Sanji who obliged and opened his mouth, both fighting for dominance until Sanji gave in allowing the winner of their heated tongue battle to be Zoro.
Sanji pulled away, letting go of the book, feeling ever so defeated.
He tried to move his hands, but found that Zoro had let go to the book long before he did and had now gripped onto both his wrists.
"Let go of me!" Sanji half glared, it didn't intimidate Zoro, especially not when Sanji's face was flushed and his eyes were filled with lust.

Zoro smirked down at Sanji, his other hand trailing into Sanji's shirt, roaming around his abs and chest, before letting his mouth work on Sanji's neck. Licking and sucking to leave a mark.

Zoro mumbled a few words to Sanji who flushed a deeper shade of red, before attaching his mouth back to Sanji's.

"I am never letting go again…"