Franky stood at a tall podium at the award ceremony. People thought he was a genius and with the help of his team they made the impossible possible. He had actually managed to figure out the science behind making human life.

His small team stood around him as he talked: Robin, Chopper, and Usopp.

Robin helped with everything concerning brain functions. Chopper being a genius doctor. Usopp helped with all the machines. Franky was the one who invented it all though.

"I would like to thank our sponsor Nami. Without her support we would have never been able to accomplish what we have today."

A spotlight shone on the beautiful redhead, who waved for the camera.

"We have managed to make human life. Now presenting… Luffy!"

The spot light was now on the stage pointing at a curtain that pulled to the side to show the man behind it. Luffy stood there with a dazed look, picking his nose with a pinky, and whined, "I'm hungry~"

The audience started laughing but they also cheered.

"Not too impressive in my opinion." A voice called from the audience. The cameras and lights shown on the man that Franky knew very well.

Ivankov was dressed in his usual drag and his ever present smile on his face. Ivankov was another top leading scientist, but specialized in pheromones. Ivankov's main focus was on making it so that transgender people would never have to have surgery and instead just take a few shots of pheromones.

If Ivankov had an opinion, people of the scientific world would listen.

"Making something that is living is not the same as making a man."

Freaky hates to admit it but he has to agree.

"Now, if you make an actual man that would actually be desirable, that would be a different story. Although I must account for taste."

Franky grinned, always down for a challenge. "I'll make another one. This one I'll make so desirable that… even the straightest man I know would fall in love."

"Straight men don't typically have a lot of taste."

Franky beamed, "I'm sure you are aware of my friend Sanji."

The spotlight is now shown on Sanji who tried to smile but obviously looked uncomfortable at this change of events. He was giving Franky a look of 'what the hell are you thinking!?'

Sanji was well known as a skirt chaser, very fashionable and number one chef in the world.

Ivankov laughed, "Fine, if you can make a man that can turn the biggest ladies man ever to the other team, I'll concede. In fact I will help fund all your further projects."

Franky smiled, "You have yourself a deal. This is going to be super!"

"Come on Sanji bro."

"I already said no you damn pervert!"

Nami fluttered her lashes at the world renowned cook, "Oh please Sanji~"

Sanji sighed, his anger melting at Nami's flirtations. He looked almost pleadingly at Franky, "Can't I just say you made the perfect guy and call it good?"

Franky crossed his arms, "That's an insult to my super genius. I would never lie about my work."

"But I'm straight."

"Love has nothing to do with sexuality" Robin points out.

"Ow! She's right bro. Now tell me, what would you consider the perfect guy?"

"I don't even know where to start." Sanji argued.

"Okay, let's start with the physical. What would you like for him to look like?"

"Uh… six foot tall… super strong… I really don't know." Sanji was obviously embarrassed.

"No, that's super. What else?"

"I'm not into men's looks okay?"

Nami laughs, "Except that they are six foot tall and super strong?" She teases.

"Well, I can recognize a man as attractive without being sexually attracted to them. That sounds attractive I suppose."

"Okay" Franky takes some notes, "What are some manly traits that you would like?"

"Traits should be easier. Things that would even work for a great friend would do. Basically the kind of person you would like to be around all the time."

Sanji groaned, "Someone who is my equal, but maybe not as smart as me. I would love someone that could hold their own in a spar with me. Passion is always an attractive feature as well." Sanji took a smoke from his cigarette, "Can we be done with this now?"

Franky had some good information but it wasn't enough, he needed more detail. Things that Sanji would never admit while sound of mind.

"Sure thing bro… hey wanna go drinking tonight, to celebrate?"

Sanji looked a little suspicious but shrugged, "Hell, why not?"

"So when you said super strong."

Sanji snort laughed, obviously very intoxicated, "Muscles! Very muscular!"

Nami pulled a picture up on her phone, "Like this?"

"No no no. Too much." Sanji waved his hand around dismissively after looking at the picture.

"How about this ." Robin held up a picture.

"Yes, like that!" Sanji drunkenly pointed at the phone. "And bronze like that too!"

"Save that picture." Franky tells Robin as he scribbles down more notes.

"A strong face too! Chiseled with sharp features, maybe even scars! Yeah, if I would fall for a guy I would want him to be worthy of it. Men of men." Sanji suddenly looked like he might get sick all over the table.

Both women laughed but Franky started to cry. "Yes, a man of men!"

" loving women the way you do, I'm surprised you wouldn't want a guy who was more feminine."

"No! Men should be men and women should be women."

Robin gives him a curious look, "How transphobic of you."

"No, it's just it kinda freaks me out. I have nothing against people for it but I don't like blurring the line. If I'm with a man, which I wouldn't, I would want it very clear he was a man. We could even be friends or something when it didn't work out."

Robin hums.

Usopp leans over to Franky and whispers. "Are we just making a guy just to get friend zoned? That is really mean."

"No" Franky smirks and whispers back, " Even worse. We are making a perfect man that will turn a straight man gay."

"What are some character traits you would like?" Chopper asked, pen at the ready.

"Emotional stability. We'd always get along alright, like important stuff, but it's fun to argue." Sanji took another drink, his inebriated brain trying hard to answer the questions. "Kind and not afraid to cry. Not a pushover though" Chopper quickly took his notes, studying them.

"What about in the bedroom?" Robin asked, everyone turning to look at her in shock. They needed to know but didn't expect for her to be the one to ask.

"I need a guy who doesn't get jealous about all the ladies I would flirt with." Sanji drunkenly readjusted himself in his chair, "Unless I want him to. You know a gentleman to take care of me in the bedroom. Romantic love but keep it rough at the same time." The cook tried to wink at Nami but couldn't even do that with how drunk he was.

"Your expectations are too high," Nami commented.

"Yeah, get your head out of the sky" Usopp laughed.

"We can't make a man like that, can we?" Chopper asked Franky. "It sounds complicated."

"Almost seems like a waste of time…" Robin hums

Franky smiled at the blond chef who had just passed out, "We can and will synthesize his picture perfect guy"

When Franky struggles to get Sanji to his apartment the cook smiles at him as Franky works on opening the door for his drunk friend. "Here give me the key, I don't like to wait."

Franky laughs, "I'll add into your notes."

"And add that he needs to treat his mama right."

"His mama?" Franky questions.

"I'm his mama" Sanji wiggled his hips and then proceeded to vomit all over himself.

"Oh shit bro, you're going to kill me come tomorrow."

A month later there was a knock on his door and when Sanji opened it he was greeted by Usopp. Since it wasn't Franky he opened the door further and noticed a man standing behind him that he didn't recognize.

"Sanji! He's finished, meet Zoro!" Usopp gestured to the man he assumed was Zoro.

"What?" Sanji looked at his friend like he was crazy.

"Zoro, he's the man that Franky made for you."

"You mean the man I didn't ask for?" Sanji ignored Zoro who had frowned at the comment, "Good job, now bye." Sanji started to shut the door but the long nosed man put his foot in the doorframe.

"He's yours. You have to take him!"

"Take him?" Sanji opened the door, "Nobody said anything about that!"

Usopp rolled his eyes, "It's a given Sanji! We made him exactly how you said you would like him. Besides, it will be easier for you to fall in love with him if he lives with you."

"He is not living with me!" Sanji went back to close the door but Zoro placed his hand on the door keeping Sanji from shutting it. Sanji put his whole strength in shutting it, but the door refused to budge under the man's arm strength.

"What the hell you freak, let go of the door!" Sanji yelled at Zoro.

Zoro only met his glare head-on though, he looked just as pissed as the cook.

Usopp tried again, "He's made just how you said you wanted him to be. There is no reason for you not to take him in, right? You could be just friends."

Zoro's deadly glare turned from Sanji to Usopp, making Usopp pale a few shades in fear.

"You based him off what I said while I was drunk."

"Yeh, but everyone knows you're a drunk who is really honest and loose-lipped." Now both men were staring at Usopp with deadly glares. "Robin also ran a million tests on you, and asked you a book full of questions, remember that? Trust me Sanji, Zoro is the perfect man for you. Everything about him was designed just for you."

Sanji's mind was racing to come up with an excuse before he suddenly smiled, a wicked look in his eyes, "Scars!"

Usopp's face was one of confusion and shock, "Scars?"

"Yeah, I remember I said I would like him with scars. No scars, see?" Sanji's smile was almost evil, "What bad ass man worth my time would have flawless skin like him?" Zoro looked beyond pissed by Sanji didn't care.

"Oh" Usopp rubbed the back of his neck, "I guess we overlooked that. It's just some scars though."

"Ah yes, but if you missed that what else have you missed? He's defective, sorry." Sanji was surprised when he was actually able to shut the door.

Sanji heard them leave and let out a sigh.

…..

The next day when someone was at his door Sanji lit a cigarette before answering, having the feeling he would need it. When he opened the door and was met with Franky's tired face he inhaled his nicotine. He was right in needing the smoke.

"I'm still pretty pissed at you" Sanji began and then noticed Zoro, "What is he doing here-" Sanji almost dropped the cigarette from his mouth, "Oi! What the hell did you do to him!?"

Zoro now had a large nasty scar running shoulder to hip across his chest as well as a scar going vertical over his left eye rendering it useless.

"I didn't do that to him, he did it himself."

Sanji couldn't help but reach out and run a finger along the scar on the man's chest, "Does he have a death wish or something?"

"He isn't human, it's near impossible to kill him. I forgot about the scars and when I refused to give him any, because it seemed cruel since he has nerve endings he gave them to himself."

"Good enough for you now, you prissy dart brow?" It was the first time Sanji heard Zoro talk, and holy shit that voice.

"Dart brow? You make fun of appearances when your hair makes you look like a Marimo moss ball? I don't remember asking for that."

"Does it bother you?"

"Hell yeah it does!" Sanji sneered, this whole thing felt creepy.

"Good" Zoro had this little smirk on his face, "Although it doesn't seem to bother you too much." They both looked down to where Sanji had forgotten that he had his hand on the man's chest. Sanji moved his hand away so fast you would have thought that he had been burnt.

Franky laughed loudly, and Sanji glared at him. "Take him back, you made him, isn't that good enough?"

"Admitting already that I am perfect for you? How disappointing, I didn't think you would be so weak willed."

Sanji sent a kick flying to the man that he managed to block with a muscular arm. The cocky smirk had turned into a full fledged smile. "I hope your cooking isn't as shitty as your fighting."

"I'll kill you." Sanji snarled getting into the man's face to intimidate him.

"I would like to see you try, princess." The man didn't back up from Sanji's intimidation tactic, instead just getting closer to Sanji as well.

"The conference to see if this was a success is in a few weeks. If you're right I failed, but if I'm right…" Franky smiled brightly.

"All the women of the world will celebrate." Zoro finished the sentence.

"This will be super!" Frankly cheers and makes his way down the stairs.

Sanji sighs looking at his… new roommate?

"Come in I guess" Sanji motions for him to enter.

Zoro had remained eerily silent while Sanji stress cooked. When he found him, the man was sitting on the floor, legs crossed and eyes closed.

"Mediating or are you just rebooting?" Sanji joked.

Zoro's good eye opened as he addressed him, "Trying to burn down the apartment or are you just a shit cook?" he countered.

Sanji lit a cigarette, "Food is ready asshole, you can eat, can't you? Heaven knows that Luffy can."

Zoro nodded and stood up following the cook to the kitchen. As Sanji prepared their plates of food he spoke up, "I've been thinking, and you're a victim to my shitty friends, like me."

"I'm not a victim." Sanji couldn't see the other man's face, since he was facing the counter but Zoro sounded irritated by the mere thought of being a victim.

"Sure you are, you are being forced into this like me. Neither of us want this, so let's just-" Sanji was cut off by two large muscular arms trapping him against the counter. Sanji's breath caught in his throat looking at those arms with corded muscle on either side of him, large tanned palms pressed on the counter top.

He could feel Zoro press into him from behind, that deep voice whispered heavily near his ear, "Who said I didn't want this?" One of those large hands slipped onto the cook's lower stomach and slid sensually up his chest.

"Hey!" Sanji grabbed the wandering hand, "The only reason you think you want this is because it was programmed into you. If anything you should be upset. You should be able to choose who you fall in love with."

"I am pissed, but because you are trying to keep away from me what I want." Zoro's strong hand gripped Sanji's chin and jerked it up and to the side so they made eye contact. "Besides, you love romance, right? When has anyone ever chosen who they fall in love with? This isn't so different."

Sanji slammed the heel of his dress shoe into Zoro's foot before turning quickly and slamming his heel into Zoro's face making the larger man fall back.

"You don't know shit about me Marimo. It's all programmed."

"Humans are programmed too, just differently. Besides, I know everything about you, and was made to compliment it."

"Exactly you were made that way."

"You make no sense. You like the idea of stuff like soulmates right?"

Sanji looked away blushing, "It's romantic"

"A soulmate is made just for you, right. How is this all that different?"

Sanji was lost for words. "Want me to kick your ass?"

"I would love for you to try. First I want to see if your food tastes as horrible as it smells."

Sanji and Zoro lay on the ground, they had been going at it for hours and Sanji wasn't sure if his body could take any more. "That was unexpected." Sanji said through heavy breaths, his face flushed and hair wet with sweat.

Zoro's voice rang out from next next to him, "I thought we agreed to fight once we were done eating."

Sanji laughed, "You crazy piece of moss, you attacked me out of nowhere."

"It was a good spar though, right?" Sanji didn't have to look at him to know he was smirking.

"If you're really made to fit me perfectly… I have some shit I need to sort out."

Zoro turned to face the chef, "I was made to be really good at other things besides just sparring."

"What does that mean?"

"You're a pervert, you know exactly what I mean."

If Sanji wasn't so tired he would kick the other man's ass for that. In fact he launched a half assed kick toward Zoro that barely connected.

"We could be just friends you know?" Sanji said off-handedly, "We get along well enough."

Zoro sat up, "Don't even consider that as a possibility, love-cook."

"I'm still straight."

"I know."

Sanji clicked his tongue, "You're sleeping on the couch."

"Good, your room probably smells like cigarette smoke."

"Fuck you" Sanji sat up.

"No, I think I would be the one doing that to you."

….

"I think you should fall in love naturally."

Zoro only grunted in response, "1,876" he counted his reps out loud of the insanely heavy weight in his hands.

"Maybe I could talk Franky into rewiring you to not love me."

Zoro dropped the weight and Sanji cringed, knowing he'll never get his deposit back and being thankful they are on the first story.

"How about this curly" Zoro turned to Sanji and jammed his finger painfully into the cooks chest, "We have him rewire you so you love me, and stop acting like such a moron in front of women?"

"Hey, how can you even suggest that!"

"You said it to me first. Stop treating me as less than human."

Sanji hadn't really thought of it that way and kinda felt like an asshole.

….

It was a beautiful day, the sun shining, a nice cool breeze. Spring had sprung, birds sang, and butterflies danced along blossoming flowers.

Sanji's mood did not match the weather.

A letter sat in the trash can, obviously ripped apart. Looking at G66 seal on the envelope Zoro didn't need to know what it said. He knew who it was from, and that's all that mattered.

Sanji is smoking, leaning on the window. For such a strong man he looked so small like that.

Zoro wordlessly sat behind him on the windowsill.

"I'm not weak" he tried to sound intimidating, but Zoro could pick up on the pain in his voice.

"Never thought you were." Zoro wrapped his arms around the blond cook.

Tension drained from Sanji and he allowed himself to lean into the other man. How long had it been since someone had just held him? He couldn't even remember the last person who tried to comfort him like this. Has anyone ever?

"I'm not a baby in need of comforting." Maybe this is why no one ever tried? Sanji had a nasty habit of putting up walls and a strong front.

Zoro hummed in acknowledgement, but kept his arms around him.

"He should have made you for someone else. Someone important, someone who…" deserves you more than me, remained unsaid.

Zoro squeezed him tight, as if he could squeeze those thoughts out of the other man. "Bullshit."

"It's hard being around you, you know? You're literally made for me."

"Saying that I'm perfect shit-cook?"

"For me maybe, but you miss the perfect margin by a mile."

Sanji can feel Zoro shrug, "Being perfect sounds boring."

The cook looked over his shoulder and with Zoro so close to him their faces were too close.

Sanji realized that he actually really wanted to kiss him, but "I don't want to be gay"

"Okay"

Sanji was staring into Zoro's face, the desire to kiss him was so strong.

He leaned in a bit more and Zoro closed the distance. It felt right, like instead of Zoro being made for him, that he was made to kiss Zoro.

It was pretty innocent as far as kisses go, "I don't care what you consider yourself love-cook. I just want to be more than a friend."

….

A few days passed and Sanji sat in the green haired man's lap. They stared into each other's faces, "Do you think… is it possible I was born just so you could be made for me?"

"How should I know stupid love-cook."

"I expect you to use your brain but I forgot you just have moss between your ears."

"It doesn't matter who was made for who. All that matters is we are here. I refuse to lose this."

Sanji kissed him, and Zoro eagerly returned the affection. A large callused hand sliding up the cooks shirt and playing with a nipple.

"Do you wanna…?" Sanji asked, halfway not believing those words with that implication just left his mouth.

Zoro made a deep noise back in his throat. "I wanna take you upstairs. I want to kiss and lick every single inch of your body. I want to tease you until you are nothing but putty in my hands. I want to make love to you so intensely that all you can think about is how you've never felt so good in your life and it's all because of my dick. I'll keep working you until that lovemaking turns into intense fucking. I'll mark every inch of you I can while you feel too good to even realize. When I'm done with you, I want you to realize that it doesn't matter what label you put on it, because I'm the only one that will ever satisfy you like that."

Zoro's smirk was all consuming to the blond on his lap. Zoro ran his thumb across the underside of Sanji's nose, now covered in blood.

Sanji only felt embarrassed for a moment before Zoro licked the blood sensually off.

Sanji had hardly a thought in his head as he kissed Zoro harder than he had ever kissed anyone in his life. The other man didn't care though and kissed back just as passionate.

…..

Zoro was a man of his word.

They both lay naked in Sanji's need, breathing with labored breaths.

Sanji looked over to his companion, "fuck" he buried his face in his pillow.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm in love with you."

Zoro laughed, "You poor little baby"

Sanji kicked him out of the bed, literally.

"I don't even get to feel like it's something nice for me, it feels like it's Franky's victory. Like on my bedpost he has his stupid trophy or some shit."

Zoro had already stood back up, "Then on the meeting day say he failed. I already said I'm not going anywhere, and it's not like Franky would force me."

…..

The day of the meeting had arrived, and Franky already looked pretty damn confident in himself.

Franky, Zoro, and Sanji all stood on stage but most questions were directed toward Franky.

Zoro was asked some questions and the audience seemed pretty enthralled with his answers.

Ivankov finally stood up to ask his questions.

"Zoro boy seems very manly and a little like a wild stallion, your choice in taste is excellent as always. Has he met your expectations, and been exactly what you asked for?"

"Yes, he compliments me perfectly." Sanji responded.

Ivanoff nods, "Now Zoro, do you feel like you are lacking in freedom? I believe you are made with emotions and your own thoughts. Do you perhaps feel resentment toward your creator or Sanji?"

"No, I love Sanji deeply. He had never treated me as an object to satisfy his needs. We treat one another as an equal."

"Very romantic. Mr. Vinsmoke, you are the most notoriously known skirt chaser in the world. How do you feel about all this?"

Sanji cleared his throat, "At first I found the idea very uncomfortable honestly. I got to know Zoro though, and realized very quickly that he could easily become the best friend I have ever had."

"But have you-"

"However" Sanji cut off Ivankov's question, "that was not the case. I have in fact fallen deeply in love with Zoro."

Zoro turned to Sanji in shock, they had already discussed that for Sanji's image they would deny Sanji's feelings for him publicly.

"I'm not ashamed" Sanji told Zoro even though everyone could hear him, "and I don't want to hide it."

The meeting erupted into almost chaos around them, and surprisingly Sanji couldn't find it in himself to care when Zoro was smiling at him like that.

…..

Author's note: Ugh, it's so grossly cheesy! Sorry if it's a little OC, I tried not to, I really did. Also sorry Brook, I didn't put you in the story even though your my favorite Strawhat :(