One Piece isn't mine. So please don't sue me…
Warning: This story is yaoi, which is a term of Japanese origin used to refer to work that refers to homosexual relationships between male characters. Boy love. So if this isn't your thing, please go back now.
Written for LiveJournal's One Piece Yaoi communities, and FF's pitupaso. Zoro x Sanji. Lemon in the last chapter, so be warned. Sanji POV.
I feel as if I'm always watching him.
He's on the deck every morning doing katas when I awake to start breakfast, the tanned skin of his bare chest glistening with sweat in the early morning light. He doesn't know I stare through the galley window during my spare moments, mesmerized by the fluid movements of his muscles as he moves.
I'm watching when he lounges around the deck sleeping. I pretend (mostly) that his laziness pisses me off, but barely a day goes by when I don't stand somewhere close and observe him from the corner of my eye. I can tell when he's really sleeping or when he's just trying to avoid everyone. He doesn't know that I know.
And when he's sleeping at night… I can't help but watch. It's when he's sprawled out in his hammock, sound asleep and drooling, that he looks truly peaceful. I don't think he realizes how far his defenses drop at night. How the tension of his daytime mask disappears, leaving his face tranquil and less jaded by everything he's seen and done.
All I do is watch. We fight, we curse at each other, we break things. But the one thing I want more than anything is something I'm scared shitless to do. To reach out and caress that strong jaw before bringing his lips to mine, to feel him kiss back with the same longing. To open up to him as he's unknowingly done to me. But even with all of the enemies I've faced and the odds I've overcome, I'm still too fucking scared.
All I can do is watch.