Wale (n): A choice or preference of one thing from among others; also, the best; the cream. (adj): Well-selected; choice. (v): to choose; select; hense, to woo.

LEMON WARNING: From here through the end, the story is rated 'M' for good reason. If that's not your thing, please stop here. Though I have to say the 'Great Nakama Orgy' of the last chapter (thanks to guest submissions by some friends of mine) are quite entertaining, to say the least.

The rough wood of the galley table pressed almost painfully into his back as Sanji wreathed under Zoro's skilled hands. Calloused fingers stroked down his sides, inching achingly slow towards his throbbing groin while the swordsman suckled and nipped his way down his arching neck. This was nothing at all like he'd imagined it, the heat and the longing and oh gods the utter ecstasy that was Zoro grinding into him like a battering ram.

Pale legs flexed over broad, sun-kissed shoulders as the swordsman drove into Sanji, wringing the most delicious sounds he'd ever heard from the cook; moans and whimpers echoing softly through the room. He was tight and hot and-

"D-damn it, Z-zoro..."

-the utter need in that normally caustic voice nearly pushed him over the edge. He'd long stopped caring if somebody walked in on them. Hell, if they wanted to stand in the doorway and watch he'd give them a fucking show. Grabbing the globules of the cook's ass, he hoisted the other man up for a new angle and ground in harder. "C'mon, mmmh, you goddamn pansy, ngh, bastard."

The swordsman's cock hit something deep inside Sanji and drove a high pitched wail from him as he suddenly scrabbled for purchase, nails drawing blood as Sanji clutched at Zoro's biceps for dear life. Arching and pushing back to meet those insistent thrusts, the cook could just about feel his brains leaking out his ears as the embodiment of so many of his fantasies screwed him into his own fucking kitchen table, and he couldn't give a damn as long as Zoro keep sucking, stroking, pounding... A sharp pain to the skin of his neck as sharp teeth clamped down and rough fingers grabbing his arousal with a firm stroke drove him over the edge and he was coming harder than he'd ever come in his life, body curling towards the swordsman, streams of pearly white painting those fingers and his pale stomach in delicate ribbons.

The look of utter abandonment on Sanji's face and the muscles of his ass clamping around Zoro's cock like a velvety vice and suddenly he's there, his own release tearing through him and flooding the cook in a wave of wet warmth. Spent, he shrugged the other's legs off his shoulders before dropping unceremoniously to the sweat-streaked chest below him.

Sanji grunted softly at the hunk of muscle suddenly crashing into him but otherwise doesn't complain, muscles limp and protesting any activity. Instead he fixed lazy eyes on Zoro's face, watching.

Hooded green eyes peered back at him for a few moments before speaking. "You like what you see, shitty-cook? Seems like you do, the way you're looking at me all the time."

A twitch, a blush, and suddenly a foot lands with a solid thunk on the swordsman's head, though not nearly as hard as normal. "Who's the one that tackled me like a sex-starved animal?"

"Hm." Zoro peeled himself from the blonde and stretched languidly. "I didn't hear any complaints."

OMAKE -Sanji POV

Clothes on and straightened, table cleaned of evidence, and 'normal' life returned to my galley. Well, if one could label a newly discovered extracurricular activity with the idiot swordsman to be 'normal'. I returned to my neglected dinner preparations as he made for the door, heavy boots clomping along as they always did.

Several moments passed before I realized he hadn't left, and I turned back to find him staring at a scrap of paper, brow furrowed and low curses rolling off his tongue in rapid succession. Was there a faint blush on his cheeks? I strode over to snatch it from his hands, heart sinking as I recognized my beautiful Nami-san's flowery script.

I kept Luffy and the others out of the kitchen while you two were busy. You both owe me BIG TIME.

I felt the blood rush to my own cheeks and swore.

"Fucking witch," Zoro mumbled, thrusting something else in my general direction. "No goddamn privacy on this ship."

I landed another foot on his head for his tasteless insult of my goddess. "What did you expect, you bastard?" Several Polaroids of us in various... positions... lay in my hands. "Ah, Nami-san! To subject your virgin eyes to such a display..." I swooned out of habit.

Strong hands jerked the photos from my hands and threw them to the floor before pushing me back harshly into the table we'd only recently vacated. "Idiot," he chided. "We both know you don't care as much as you pretend to."

And as he once again claimed my lips with his own, I found I couldn't agree more.

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