N/A: I have a sensitive ego and I feel so grateful in some way and form that people can appreciate my work. What I mean to say is thanks for all the reassurance and comments. They mean more than I can express.

Object of Possession and Desire

Chapter 2

"You know I've always wondered why Zoro turned me down after I propositioned him…" Robin exclaimed in a calm and curling voice, after she had taken a sip of her teacup. Robin and Nami sat on the deck of the Going Merry basking in the late afternoon sun, having an interesting conversation over tea.

"That's not funny…" Nami retorted irritably, staring down at her teacup. The tangerine haired navigator had no idea who to turn to after she have witnessed the compromising scene with Sanji and Zoro. With utmost reluctantly she confided in the dark haired woman. That was right after she had a complete spasm and panic attack.

"It's not that unusual you know." Robin commented serenely as she placed her white porcelain teacup on its matching saucer. She opted to gaze at the shaken navigator, her ivory hands set underneath her chin as she smiled softly.

"No unusual? Having two of the most masculine guys I know secretly screwing each other?" Nami exclaimed wide-eyed in slight hostility. The tangerine haired woman had never taken well to shock.

"I meant the whole same sex relationship things. It's really not unusual. Lots of people are in same-sex relationship and they are all perfectly happy." Robin replied as calm as ever. She didn't even seem slightly moved by the unusual revelation of Sanji and Zoro's relationship. In truth she acted as if she had known for forever and that Nami was silly for finding out just then. She was just the kind of person to think that two men having a special relationship was perfectly fine, normal even.

Nami snorted involuntarily at the remark. "Oh yeah and I suppose you've been in one?" Her voice dripping in sarcasm as a look of accusation and dismissive questioning washed over her face.

A strange smile spread across the other woman's lips. "Well…"

The navigator quickly put her hand in front of herself to stop Robin from continuing. "Never mind, do not answer that. It's better if I don't know." One heart-stopping discovery was more than enough for her. Another shock and she might really die from a heart attack.

Nami sighed deeply and turned to the other woman. Not that she'd really admit it but somehow the composed way Robin was taking the information calmed her. The two women sat in silence slowly sipping their afternoon tea. "I don't know I always thought that Sanji had…you know…a thing for me." Nami explained casually as she played with her teacup.

Robin smiled again, her face expressing a demure and soft look. "On some level he probably does. He probably really does love and adore woman like he claims but I guess our green haired master swordsman outweighs all that."

"Ok…now I officially freaked out." Zoro well she actually kind of had a feeling that he might be gay, with his almost non-existent attraction to woman whatsoever. But Sanji she had always thought of him as a sweet yet perverted skirt-chaser. With all the time and effort he spent praising and showering woman with affection. But now all Nami could imagine now was a scene where the blond cook was flirting woman with a group of woman and then after they giggled and left Sanji turning around and making out with Zoro. Nami shuddered.

"You know we should be happy for them. They finally found someone special. Maybe it's not exactly conventional or within norms. But love's love right?" Robin expressed in her sensible and unbiased way, interrupting the navigator's train of twisted thoughts.

"I guess so." Nami finally agreed softly as she stared at the azure sky. She watched the lazy clouds inched their way across the sky. The tangerine haired navigator slowly drifting away in her thoughts as she tried to imagine the capricious things Sanji and Zoro did behind everyone's back.

"Well she found out already. We got to own up and you know let the crew know. We can't go on hiding like this forever." Sanji exclaimed in his calm repose. He sat with his long legs slung on the kitchen table and as he watched the green haired swordsman nervously pacing back and forth. As always the cook seemed as composed as ever about their current mess.

Zoro stopped long enough to throw an irate look at the blond. "Oh and what exactly do you suggest? Why don't we just waltz out in front of them and say Hey everyone you we have something to announce, the cook and I actually have a secret relationship and we've been having sex behind all your backs for the last month or so." He exclaimed sarcastically as he waved his hands in the air and gave Sanji a look of pure annoyance.

The cook reclined his legs and crossed his arms chest as an evil smile lit up his face. "Well…"

"I am not saying that." Zoro exclaimed flatly as he put a fist into the kitchen table.

The blonde unfolded his arms and then inched his face closer to the other man. "We could always just make out in front of them and then ask the whole crew to join us." He exclaimed roguishly.

"Your one sick twisted bastard." Zoro whispered in a low voice as he gave Sanji a narrow eyed glare.

Sanji moved in even closer so that their foreheads and noses were touching, leaving only an inch between their lips. Sanji's hands finding their way to Zoro's waist and giving his lovers behind a small squeeze. "It turns you on doesn't it?"

Why did Sanji have to be such a condescending bastard constantly teasing me? But the worst part was that drove Zoro even crazier was that Sanji was dead on; it turned the green haired man on immensely. Really it was strange the way the blond had such a strong over him. The way he managed to seduce the swordsman with nothing but smirks and a sharp tongue.

Sanji leaned in until their lips touched, kissing the swordsman softly. Zoro felt the same feeling of lust rupture from the inside, the desired burned fiercely throughout his body. Zoro couldn't help himself. He leaned in and kissed Sanji but this time a kiss filled with passion and hunger.

Just as suddenly as they had kissed Zoro he pulled away quickly. There was just no time for this. They still had a looming problem to address. "But what about Nami? And the crew?" Zoro panted as he stared into Sanji's eyes.

"What about them?" Sanji exclaimed carelessly as he went in for another kiss.

This time Zoro lightly pushed the blond away and opted to stand his back to the cook and not risk another make-out session. "We can do this another time. We have a problem and we need to figure out a solution." He exclaimed seriously.

To this Sanji just shrugged dismissively, instead he reached into his back pocket and took out a cigarette. "What do you propose to do?" He asked as he placed the long slender stick in his mouth.

"Take that filthy thing out of your mouth." Zoro breathed as he spotted the cigarette and spun around quickly. He stared disgustedly at Sanji's cigarette as if he had insulted him. Sanji knew it drove Zoro crazy when he smoked.

To this Sanji only lifted an amused eyebrow as the unlit cigarette resided snug between his lips. "Why do you think there's something better I could do with my mouth?" He asked mischievously as his eyes rolled over Zoro's whole body.

Again the blond bastard had outwitted him. "Whore." He scowled as he tried to hold on to what little pride he still had.

"Yes, but aren't you glad I'm your whore?" Sanji's words dripping with naughty playfulness, in his succeeding attempt to seduce Zoro. After putting ways his cigarette, he approached the other man where he stood, cornering him to one wall of the kitchen. "You know we could always tell the crew tomorrow." Sanji whispered into Zoro's ear as he wrapped his arms around the green haired man's tanned neck and pressed his body against Zoro's.

"Tomorrow." Zoro spoke softly to himself, imagining the prospect of keeping their secret a secret just a little bit longer.

"Tomorrow." Sanji repeated as he kissed Zoro gently on the lips.

Zoro couldn't take it anymore; he couldn't keep his hands to himself. He just wanted to bring the idiot back to his bedroom and keep him there forever. With a soft lunge Zoro pushed the blond to the wooden floor, knocking over the chair Sanji was previously sitting in. Their lips still in a mad lip lock as they made out on the kitchen floor. Zoro's hands made their way under Sanji's shirt, his hands exploring Sanji's soft velvet back. The blond's hands wrapped around his lover's neck as their mouths fought erratically.

The kisses were so intoxicating it was like getting drunk, a feeling of dumb bliss and irrational happiness. Zoro felt himself again losing all his self-control as his unquenchable thirst for Sanji revived itself. Every kiss and touch bringing him deeper and deeper, making him realize how much he really yearned to hold the blond closely. His sheer body weight applying pressure to the blond's small frame. The pair was so caught up with the moment that Sanji didn't notice the turned over chair digging mercilessly into his side.

But it just wasn't the upturned chair they didn't notice; Sanji and Zoro were so busy they were oblivious of their surroundings. The pair were completely unaware that the door of the kitchen was open an inch. They were too caught up to notice the big black eye that was watching them. Too tangled into each other to see the little hoof pressed again the opened mouth of their surprised spectator.

To be continued…