Prompt(Tumblr): I would like to see a Slick Tiles drabble around the idea that while Zoro might have the advantage in power, Sanji has more stamina/ technique. And you can interpret that as Zoro is a better sprinter and Sanji is better at long distance or you can interpret it in a slightly more sexual context ;) - the object-of-power-is-power

A/N: Sorry for my absence. I got a new tablet and spent the last week making ZoSan gifs and animations(they're on my Tumblr if you wanna check 'em out...) lol Back now :)

Ace was gone. Ace was gone and in his wake had left Zoro a jittery mess of confusing questions and false misconceptions; most of which concerned the fact of whether or not he should just come right out and ask the blond man out. He kept thinking back to his birthday night at the club and wondering if he had really walked away from a perfect opportunity to grind with the hot barista on the dance floor...

These thoughts had been racing through his mind a lot recently, and were still at the forefront of his mind as he raced against the blond. This long distance was starting to wear him out, usually preferring for more sprinting akin competitions where he could release of his energy in one swift burst. Though he was hardly one to decline a challenge, least of all from the hot headed blond that was currently the focal point of all his confusion at the moment. Challenge or not he didn't think he'd ever really be able to say no to the man.

Sanji however was holding his own fantastically, and his hour long training regime seemed to pay off as he remained a few strokes ahead of Zoro by this point. Something that was incredibly infuriating as Zoro continued to angrily slice the water with his powerful arms and drive himself forward. The blond swimmer definitely had the advantage on Zoro in leg strength, something that was infinitely erotic, but also a little irking.

The blond's technique was also flawless, precisely calculated movements that Zoro had spent hours watching the man perfect as he swam back and forth across the length of the pool. This last stretch was the most important as he pushed out the last reserves of his energy to catch up with the furiously fast blond. Pushing his muscles to their utmost as he forced himself through this last few meters, muscles burning from how much they had already endured as he practically launched himself at the end.

Hand slamming powerfully into the wall he immediately pulled his head from the water and took in a large gasp of full air that felt like his first water free breath in the past twenty minutes. Immediately jerking his head to see Sanji already at the wall, catching his own breath when he had clearly reached the finish before Zoro had. If only moments before.

One hand curled on the edging of the pool, Sanji reached up with the other and pulled the goggles from his eyes, letting them fall to his chest as he turned to Zoro with a broad grin. All excited eyes and grinning perfect teeth as he purred smugly, "My win, mosshead."

"Ah, whatever." Zoro brushed it off with a jut of his jaw, "It's still eleven to nine in my favour."

A snort followed that as Sanji snapped back childishly, "You're losing your edge, shitty lifeguard."

Zoro tried to be annoyed at losing to the blond, but instead he just felt an affectionate swell deep in his chest as he watched the gloating swimmer happily. Usually gelled hair was wet and curling adorably around the man's face, droplets dangling precariously from the ends as his bright blue eyes were sparkling brightly in his excitement of winning. Perfect lips were stretched over grinning teeth as his cheeks were tinted red of his exertion in the race; all in all the blond looked perfectly kissable.

Sanji was uninvolved, and apparently somewhat interested in him. And Zoro had promised himself that if he got the chance to ever make a move he wouldn't be so damned timid. This was the opportunity that he had been waiting weeks for, that he had prayed he have the chance to have. And now he was stalling; why was he so stubborn with just coming out and saying his feelings to this guy?

"Some lifeguard you are, can't even keep up." Sanji laughed, "You need more endurance training."

That effectively ruined whatever formerly fuzzy feelings Zoro had about the cook as he felt a muscle twitch in his eye in annoyance. The blond really knew exactly what to say to effectively ruin the mood and get Zoro's hot headedness riled up.

"Careful, soon I'm going to beat your score~" Sanji taunted in a sing-song voice and Zoro decided he needed to shut the man up, because if there was anything more erotic than a wet Sanji, it was a panting wet Sanji gloating about beating him at something.

Hand swiftly darting out he tangled it around the lenses of the blonds goggles, jerking forward sharply and fully intending on pulling the smug bastard in for a kiss. Completely knock him off guard, wipe that damn smirk from his lips and make Zoro's intentions clear in one fluid motion. Sanji's eyes were already widening in interest as the hand was gripped near his throat and he was being dragged forward.

A large snap resounded throughout the pool as Sanji remained pressed up against the line floats, eyes still wide in shock as Zoro remained opposite him, broken goggles in hand. The back strap of the stretchy urethane having snapped under the force of Zoro's jerking pull, leaving the broken ends dangling in the water pathetically as both men just stared at each other quietly.

"Um... Was there a reason you broke my goggles?" Sanji asked after a moment, a bit of his usual sass returning as he smirked down at the now useless bits of plastic.

Zoro couldn't quite tell the man that his original plan was to haul the swimmer forward and kiss the living daylights out of him, instead just managing, "Didn't think they'd break."

"Well, stop being so aggressive, damn lifeguard." Sanji mused with a small chuckle in his shoulders, interested eyes watching him for only a moment before turning away. Hands coming up to rest on the edge of pool as the swimmer hauled himself out of the water. Muscles all flexing fluidly in the swift motion as water counteracted the upward motion by sliding down the man's body sensually.

A strong muscled leg was thrown right under Zoro's nose as a foot was planted on the deck and the blond stood, running a hand through his wet hair to try and shake some of the droplets out. Zoro however was transfixed by the tight black speedo currently squeezing the blonds ass, hanging dangerously low on his hips after being worked out of place by their earlier race. A long, dexterous finger reached back, hooking under the top of the elastic band of the shorts, hefting it up and releasing it with a satisfying snap.

The resounding snap of the elastic echoed with the cracking break of Zoro's brain as he was felt staring up at that perfect ass with his mouth hanging half open in awe. Nothing in his throat was working, and he had to forcibly drag his eyes upwards as the blond swimmer turned to address him.

"You can keep those, by the way." Sanji chuckled lightly as he sauntered away, giving a smart little wave to the lifeguard and entering the changing room. Leaving Zoro still in the water, broken goggles in hand as he tried to fight off a blush of embarrassment.

TBC...

A/N: Just realized I work Black Friday... Oh God... But if I'm not to exhausted tomorrow I'll post the next chapter :)