N/A: I know that this one is OC but it compensates with more SanjiXZoro sweetness. Sometimes I think I'm too fluffy for my own good…

Midnight Meetings

The great cacophonic sound split through the black night like a sharpened blade. The a sound so horrific that when it reached the sleeping swordsman's ears he immediately sprung into action; hastily grabbing his three swords as he dashed toward the place where the ear-splitting noise had erupted. The scream had come from no other than Sanji's bedroom.

Zoro kicked open the wooden door of the bedroom with his swords ready to attack anyone or anything behind the door. He stormed in preparing himself for a fight but to his surprise the room was empty except for the shaken half-naked man standing in the middle of the room.

"Sanji? What's wrong?" The green haired man asked wildly as he refused to put down his swords, still half-convinced that an army of murderous ninjas were going to materialize out of thin air.

Sanji shot a shocked look at Zoro, staring at him as if he didn't noticed he had come. For moment he didn't move or say anything he just continued to stare at the other man with wide eyes. "I-I…it was…on my…" Sanji tried to speak but it seemed that shock hadn't completely worn off.

Finally Zoro dropped his swords and retreated from his fighting stance. Without realizing what he was doing he put a hand on the cook's bare back and stroking it lightly, hoping that the cook would finally settle down enough to tell him what the heck he was doing screaming in the middle of the night.

"There…there." Zoro twisted uncomfortably. He really wasn't sure how to comfort a distressed person. But he seemed that somehow he had helped the cook finally control himself, as the blond seemed to breathing regularly again and the look of alarm slowly fading.

Sanji finally managed to pull himself together. "Thanks." He whispered softly the swordsman, giving him a weak smile.

Zoro looked down and realized that he hadn't taken his hand of Sanji's back. Quickly he removed his from the blonde's back. "So…er….what was all that screaming about?" Zoro exclaimed softly as he stood there blushing.

Panic filled Sanji's eyes once more but this time it wasn't from the event that he taken it was the horror of telling Zoro why he had screamed. "It was…uh…nothing" He looked away embarrassed and ashamed of himself.

The swordsman lifted an eyebrow at the response. "If you scream because of nothing why aren't you screaming now?" He poked Sanji softly in the side trying to get a response from the man.

"Fine if I tell you…you have to promise…." Sanji exclaimed uneasily, giving the green haired man shifty glances. "You have to promise with your entire swordsman honor that you won't laugh!" Sanji put his hands on his hips and stared straight into Zoro's eyes.

Zoro nodded his head solemnly and nodded. "I promise with my entire swordsman honor I will not laugh at you."

Sanji turned away from Zoro, his cheeks flaming red. After a moment of uncomfortable silence he blonde sighed deeply. "It was because of a spider. I woke up with a spider dancing on my face. There happy!" He still refused to face the other man because of the reaction he might receive. But to his utter surprise the swordsman didn't laugh at all. He didn't even hear a soft chuckle or snigger.

On the contrary when he turned around to finally face the swordsman there was a solemn look on his face.

With his head bowed down he shook his head, and then he looked up at the cook, his expression still surprisingly serious. "There is only one solution I can think of for this grave problem."

Suddenly Zoro hastily grabbed the surprised cook by the waist. The swordsman crawled into Sanji's vacant bed, placing Sanji next to him. "You disturbed my sleep and to make sure that you don't wake me up again I have to sleep next to you tonight and make sure that no other spider dances on your face."

The stunned cook opened his mouth to protest but was silenced with a quick kiss on the lips from Zoro. "Goodnight." The swordsman proclaimed chastely as he opted to wrap his arms the cook in a light embrace.

With that Sanji smiled to himself not saying another word but letting the warmth of the embrace fill with a strange sense of contentment. After a short while Sanji feel asleep without the worry of dancing spiders.