Phew! It's been one busy week! Since last Saturday I have been working everyday! And man am I exhausted! But I like having the hours. :) So I tried to get this written whenever I had time. Thankfully Friday is my one day off, because I ended up catching a small part of the flu. Blegh. I heard it's bad this year around the USA. Have some of you caught it yet?

This story request was made by Aria for a ZoroXSanji. Popular yaoi couple in the OP world. I've seen a lot on them! It'll be my first in this pairing and so hopefully it's okay! Thanks for requesting Aria! And thank you for reading my stories!

The next story is for Sparrow Ryder who wanted a LuffyXBaby5 story. Now this is going to be interesting to write! But I liked the idea you provided and wanted to give it a shot! Thanks for requesting and look forward to next week!

Enjoy~

"OI! STUPID MARIMO!"

A sharp kick to Zoro's leg jolted him awake from his mid day nap. He let out an angry grumble, peeking open his eyes to spot Sanji standing in front of him with an irritated look of his own. He was holding a tray with a bottle of sake, a small cup, and meat buns.

"You're lucky I even wake you up to give you this." Sanji growled at him, taking a drag of his cigarette that was sitting in his mouth. He leaned over and held out the tray, setting the sake, cup, and snack down next to him. Sanji looked back up and saw Zoro staring at him in a daze, as if he were sleeping with his eyes open. Sanji felt his vein throb on his forehead, and then he threw a fist at Zoro's head, knocking his head down with a thud. "Idiot! You should pay me if you're being so rude!"

"Hm?" Zoro lifted his head again, waking up once again, telling Sanji he really was awake with eyes wide open. This only ticked him off more. Why did Zoro get on his nerves so freaking much?! He never understood really; but Zoro seemed to push all his buttons. "Payment?" At least it seemed that he heard some of what Sanji said. But what Sanji didn't realize was that Zoro thought payment was something else. The green haired swordsman reached out slowly to Sanji, catching the cook by surprise. Zoro gripped his tie, tugging hard and knocking Sanji off balance. Sanji caught himself by slamming his hand on the wall behind Zoro, but his mind was now elsewhere. Their lips were locked together; it was brief, and quickly cut off when Zoro let him go, but Sanji felt like his mind was screaming, while his mouth staid utterly silent. Zoro's eyes focused a bit more, catching sight of the blonde hair and then the curly eyebrows that made up a certain someone. "Oh, shitty cook."

This opened the flood gates to Sanji's mind. His leg lashed out as he stood quickly, striking Zoro repeatedly until there was a tower of lumps on top of his head. "What kind of person kisses another as payment?!"

Sanji stormed off in the other direction, getting as far away from his point of irritation as he could. "You okay Sanji?" Nami asked, but as her and Robin wondered what the shout was about, they stopped. Though it was obvious to tell Sanji was irritated, the girls were sure that his cheeks weren't red from that.

"I wonder what happened to make our cook look like that." Robin said, curiosity now sparked and fully on Sanji who slammed the kitchen door behind him, escaping into his safe place.

"What the hell does he think he's doing?!" Sanji whispered under his breath as he hurriedly went over to his counter, working on dinner already to try and distract his mind. But his body knew what to do to make the dishes for dinner, and so his mind was free to replay what happened over and over until it was driving him mad. "Stupid Marimo! Doing such a crazy thing! His stupid green hair! And his muddy eyes! Looking so serious all the time! And his stupid Obi! And his stupid lips! And his stupid way of holding me in! And….!" Sanji froze, stopping all movement and talking as he realized his mind was going further and further down a path he didn't want to go to.

He scratched his hands through his hair, feeling more frustrated with himself now than at Zoro. He saw the ash on the end of his cigarette fall, pattering on the table from being left alone for too long. He grumbled, plucking the cigarette out of his mouth and damping it out in the ash tray he had nearby. "Even cigarettes are frustrating me." He glared down at the useless little tube that didn't even stop Zoro from doing such a thing to him. He pushed it into his ashtray even harder, as if spiting the small fragile thing. But it seemed to help a bit, because when he sighed out a deep breath, it was like some of that frustration was gone. "Dammit," He grumbled under his breath, glancing at the food and going back to it. "He probably thought I was one of the girls." At first he wanted to get angry at the thought of Zoro even trying that with one of the ships angels, but then a twisting pang in his chest made him cut that off. He didn't want to think of Zoro doing that to others.

"What did you do?" Nami asked with a sigh, but eyes filled with wild curiosity. She watched as Zoro walked around from the back deck where he normally slept, carrying his now empty bottle and cup.

He quirked an eyebrow at her question, glancing down at her and Robin who were standing with their curious eyes on him. "What are you talking about?" He asked, stopping and looking at them with his own questions spanning across his face.

"You did something that made Sanji…." Nami stopped as Robin elbowed her. She looked at the confusion on his face that was plain as day and drooped her shoulders. "Nevermind. Obviously you don't even know."

Nami and Robin turned their backs on him, going back to whatever they were doing beforehand now that they know they weren't going to get an answer out of him. Zoro lazily shrugged his shoulders, not finding it interesting enough to push them on what they were asking about. He headed towards the kitchen door, looking through the small window and spotting Sanji in the kitchen still working on dinner. He pushed the door, swinging it open and walking in before Sanji even realized. Sanji was lost in his own thoughts, not paying attention to Zoro who was walking right past him to the sink.

"It was good." Zoro said finally, breaking the silence and Sanji's train of thought. The halted chopping noises of knife against cutting board told Zoro that Sanji was now aware he was here again.

"Don't do anything funny!" Sanji shouted suddenly, turning around quickly and holding the knife out in a threatening way, but his cheeks were pink and his arm wasn't holding the knife strongly.

"Funny? You sound like Nami." Zoro grumbled, looking at the knife uninterested. He knew the cook was violent, but he'd never actually stab Zoro. "What did I do? What is this "funny" thing I did?"

Sanji's jaw dropped, staring at Zoro in shock and disbelief. He knew that Marimo was an idiot sometimes, but this stupid? "You've got to be kidding me….." Sanji slumped against the counter behind him and let out a deep sigh. He was freaking out over this for nothing. "What are you doing here anyway?" He was going to change the subject so he didn't have to explain to Zoro what he was talking about.

"I was bringing back the bottle." He pointed towards the sink where the bottle and cup were from his alcohol drink.

"Wash it then! I'm not your maid!" Sanji griped, falling back into their normal banter. "I should get paid for putting up with all of you men."

An arm drew next to Sanji, gripping the edge of the counter behind him and catching his eye. Sanji looked up and nearly choked as Zoro stood in front of him, super close with a cocky smirk on his face. "So you're wanting payment?"

Sanji's face grew bright red at the phrase. How dare he! "You do remember! You stupid Marimo!" Sanji went to go draw his leg up, but Zoro saw it beforehand and quickly pushed a leg between his, lifting it up till it was brushing against a sensitive spot for Sanji. Sanji's breath hitched in surprise, his fist raising up now to hit Zoro since his legs were useless now. But Zoro seemed to read that too because his own free hand grabbed Sanji's before he could hit him and pinned it behind Sanji's back on the counter.

"Oh? Do I remember? I might need a little reminder." Zoro leaned in further and further until their noses touched at the tips. That confident, cocky smirk still broke Zoro's face, making Sanji even more flustered. He didn't know what to do. He knew he should fight against Zoro, push him off, and kick him out of the kitchen, but for some reason his body wasn't listening to him. Or maybe it was for the fact that now his mind was fighting against itself. Like a screaming battle inside his head.

"W-What?!" Sanji finally got out, voice breaking in the middle though. He couldn't get much out other than that.

"You're not fighting anymore." Zoro teased, but it was the truth. Sanji had stopped fighting against Zoro, and it wasn't until he pointed it out that Sanji realized his brain must have given up with it's inner fight. He wasn't sure if there was an actual conclusion, but it was more like he was in numb anticipation. When Sanji didn't agree nor argue against it, Zoro leaned in more.

Slowly he leaned forward, closing the gap between them as his eyes stayed focused on Sanji's, looking for any sign of fight again. Their lips pressed together, a light taste of smoke still on Sanji's mouth from his last cigarette. Zoro gripped the counter tightly, eyes boring into Sanji's as the cook sunk into it. Zoro flicked his tongue against Sanji's lips, asking for permission for once. The last thing he wanted was to make him scared and take off again. Sanji opened his mouth, giving Zoro entrance to his mouth which he gladly took. His tongue felt around Sanji's mouth, memorizing how his mouth was laid out, and the different tastes in his mouth. A mix of smoke, sweetness, and a small tang of spice; probably from him taste testing the food. Sanji's eyes fluttered shut and his other hand let go of the knife, letting it clang to the counter. Instead it reached up and gripped Zoro's sleeve, pulling him closer, even slightly.

Zoro let go of Sanji's arm behind him and instead pressed a flat hand to the small of Sanji's back. He took the micro-step forward to close that small distance between them, causing the kiss to grow deeper; their mouths molding together with their tongues twisting around one another. Zoro's fingers crawled under Sanji's shirt on his back, taking it step by step slowly, but still there was no resistance from the cook.

"Sanji, what are we having for dinner?" Chopper asked as the door opened up. The little reindeer heard a crash and looked up, seeing Sanji standing at the counter with a completely bright red face, heavy breathing, and hands gripping the counter till his hands were bright white. When Chopper leaned over and looked to the side, he spotted Zoro laying there in an awkward position, obviously in pain, but feigning a nap in the middle of the kitchen. It almost looked like he had been shoved down there, but all Chopper saw was a tired Zoro. "Are you okay Sanji? A fever?"

Sanji flashed a quick smile to Chopper, waving off his concern and lighting another cigarette. "Nah, just a little hot here in the kitchen. You know how it gets when you cook."

"Ah, then make sure you cool off if you get too hot." Chopper said with a slightly concerned tone. Sanji ended up telling Chopper what they were having, answering his questions quickly. "Ok! Thanks Sanji!" Chopper, completely oblivious to what had happened, gave a short wave and exited the kitchen.

However, even after he left, neither of the two men made an effort to move or speak to the other. It wasn't until Nami stormed in and forcefully dragged Zoro out of the kitchen to help did they leave each other.

Weeks had gone by with Zoro and Sanji keeping up their weird relationship. Neither of them quite knew how to describe the relationship they now had. Both of them had different views on it. But because neither really talked about the relationship, it was just something they went with the flow with. Zoro was good with kissing Sanji out in the open, but Sanji stopped him every time, instantly denying him and then going over to the women. Sanji would then find Zoro later when no one was around and make up for rejecting him before with an even longer kiss. But it didn't make Zoro feel good that Sanji was denying him. Why? Because this was all a game? Why? It just kept going through Zoro's head like a repetitive tape recorder.

Zoro had his beady eyes watching Sanji through the whole day, feigning sleep whenever he was turning to catch him. Zoro wanted an answer to his question, and patience was not one of his virtues. But he also knew that if he just went up to Sanji, especially in front of the others, it would only make the situation worse, and he'd never get an answer. So he waited, and waited, and waited. But it seemed like his chance was never going to come.

"Going to take a shower?" Zoro heard Nami question, sparking his curiosity and making him spot Sanji making his way to his private room where a bathroom was joined to.

"Yes!~ My angel~" This made a vein throb on Zoro's forehead. Him and his stupid mood changes towards the women.

Zoro waited until Nami walked away and snuck towards Sanji's room. Quietly he made his way into the room, looking around for the blonde. There wasn't any sound of the water in the shower yet, but since Sanji wasn't in his room, he had to be in the bathroom. He cracked open the door to the bathroom and spotted Sanji standing there unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off his body. His jacket and tie were draped over the basket where the dirty clothes went. Zoro's feet carried him forward, now entranced by Sanji's pale back that was toned with muscle. He pushed the bathroom door shut lightly, and a soft click of the lock going into place made Sanji stop, just finishing undoing his belt. Zoro made his way behind Sanji quickly, arms going around his waist as his chin rested on his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Sanji asked, glancing at the green hair he spotted from the corner of his eye. "Can't I even take a shower alone?"

"All you ever are is alone." Zoro growled back, frustration peeking out. Gently he pressed his lips to the back of Sanji's neck, making him shiver at the feeling and muscles clench in his back. He moved his lips over the skin on his neck, shoulders, and back, finding the tender spots that seemed to make Sanji feel good. "I'm tired of being alone." Zoro breathed against his skin, nipping at the skin to unleash his frustration in some way.

"Oi, stop." Sanji said, pinching Zoro's arm that was around his waist.

Zoro peeked over Sanji's shoulder, looking at the futile pinch he was trying to inflict on his arm, but then his eyes caught sight of something else that made him smirk cockily. His other hand moved quickly downward, into his pants and underwear, gripping his shaft. Sanji choked on a moan, head flinging backwards onto Zoro's shoulder.

"That's not what this is saying." Zoro moved his other hand up to Sanji's chest, pinching a perk nipple between his fingers. He stroked and gripped Sanji's shaft, using the small space inside his pants as best he could. He nipped and kissed at the skin going up to Sanji's jaw and then back down. He sexual stimulation from his shaft all the way up torso from his other hand and onto his back and neck sent Sanji over the edge. A deep shudder overcame Sanji and Zoro stopped moving his hand. "Done?" As Zoro pulled his hand out from Sanji's pants, a milky white liquid was splattered against his palm and fingers.

"Stupid Marimo," Sanji cursed in barely a whisper. His chest was heaving slightly, and beneath Zoro's hand he could feel Sanji's heart beating like a hummingbird. "I was in here to clean up."

This made Zoro chuckle. He swiveled Sanji over to the shower, pushing him into the large open space and reached out to turn the hot water on. The cold water pounded Zoro's back for only a few moments before it began to turn warm and then slightly hot. "Then lets get you cleaned up."

Zoro threw off his shirt and obi that seemed to weigh down on his body, tossing them elsewhere in the shower. He pushed Sanji against the wall, and fiercely kissed his lips. This kiss wasn't soft and slow like the ones before, but instead was deep and impatient. Sanji's legs shook from all the pleasure and soon he wasn't able to keep his weight up. He slid down the tiled wall till he sat on the floor, and Zoro was kneeling in front of him, one hand placed on the wall to help them slide down slowly.

"Ngh! Zoro!" Sanji groaned against his lips, hands desperately grabbing for a hold on his shoulders. Zoro's taught muscles in his arms flexed and coiled with every move they made over Sanji's stomach and back. Then his hands gripped Sanji's pants, tugging them down with his underwear until they were to his knees. Sanji jerked from the kiss, surprised by someone stripping him so suddenly. "What….?

Zoro used the moment of the broken kiss to gather Sanji's legs together and push them upwards. Sanji's back slid to the floor till his head was the only thing left against the wall. "We have to get you clean." Zoro stated, as if it should have been such a simple answer. He reached out and grabbed the soap bar nearby. He lathered his hands until they were nothing but suds and then set to work. He ran his hot fingers over Sanji's body, thoroughly cleaning every spot on Sanji from the neck down with the soap. Though Sanji let out a few groans of argument, Zoro pushed away his arms every time and continued his way down.

Over his shoulders, and down his arms. Down to the tips of his fingers and then back up he moved, letting the soap cover every inch. Over his chest, and down his stomach, even moving around behind Sanji to clean his back. Zoro took his time feeling every spot, cleaning his body just as Sanji said he needed to. He skipped past his hips and instead went to his legs, pulling off his pants the rest of the way and tossing the wet clothing away where his was. A disgruntled groan came from Sanji as he held an arm over his eyes.

"I'm not done yet," Zoro told him as he tried to reach out his arm to stop Zoro. Zoro moved back up his legs, and finally reached the one spot Sanji wanted him to. He cupped Sanji's balls in his palm, rolling them around gently to really work in the soap.

Sanji's mouth gaped open, and a loud moan flew out. Zoro moved away from his balls and to his shaft, stroking it up and down repeatedly. He twisted his hand around it slowly and lightly, and pressed his thumb to the tip, moving it in circles. "Ah! Stop!" Sanji desperately called out, hand gripping Zoro's shoulder tightly. Another shudder ripped through Sanji, and he came again in Zoro's hand.

A chuckle came out of Zoro, opening his hand and wiping at the little bit that fell on Sanji's stomach. "Are you trying to make yourself dirty?"

Sanji dropped his arm from his eyes and glared at Zoro. He pushed himself from the floor and then pushed on Zoro, knocking him backwards till he was sitting in shock with wide eyes. "I'm not going to be the only one getting off."

Sanji glared down at the pants that were still on Zoro as if it weren't fair that he was still partially dressed. He pulled on them impatiently, jerking them open and letting Zoro's member free. Sanji stared at it in disbelief. It was larger than he expected and it caught him off guard, but when he looked up and saw that cocky smirk on Zoro's face, it made him want to get revenge. He opened his mouth and wrapped it around Zoro's tip, flicking his tongue over the top and making the normally non vocal swordsman let out a deep groan. Zoro's hand gripped the back of Sanji's head, fingers entangling in his hair. Sanji glanced up and looked at the ecstatic look on Zoro's face, with his eyes closed in concentration, and water glistening as it dripped down his sharp face. He wanted to look at it longer, but he knew he couldn't stay in one spot forever.

He began to bob his head up and down over his shaft, letting his teeth gently graze the skin enough to give it more feeling. His tongue curled and rubbed against the throbbing shaft, eliciting more groans and moans from Zoro, Sanji never thought he'd hear. Faster and faster he bobbed his head, playing with Zoro's balls, as Zoro had done to his. Zoro suddenly bucked his hips upwards, hitting his climax just as Sanji bobbed down. His hand entangled in Sanji's hair, pushed him down further onto his shaft until it hit the back of his throat, letting the liquid slide down.

"Oh? That was fast." Sanji teased as he coughed, pulling the large member from his throat. He wiped at his mouth, making sure there wasn't anything left there, and a smile appeared on his face.

Zoro didn't like being teased, especially not by the cook. He pushed Sanji back down, gripping both his legs together and then pushing it to his chest. "There's still one spot I haven't cleaned." Zoro told him, making Sanji furrow his brows in confusion. But then it seemed to dawn on him. As the water that was hitting them washed off all the soap, it made Sanji trace over where Zoro had cleaned. Zoro smiled at the picture of realization hitting Sanji and he reached down, poking a finger into Sanji's ass. Sanji's hips jumped in shock at the new intrusion that suddenly entered him. In and out Zoro pushed his finger into Sanji, curling it occasionally to rub his inner walls and stretch them. As Sanji reached futilely at the water on the bathroom floor, he tried to stop the moans that were coming from him. Zoro added another finger, scissoring his opening to adjust it to the new addition. Faster he pumped his fingers into Sanji, watching the cook lose all control as pleasure wracked his body.

"Stop!" Sanji begged, voice rattling at the groan that escaped him. "Stop, please!"

Zoro stopped for the sheer shock of Sanji saying please. He pulled his fingers out and stared, wondering if maybe this wasn't the direction Sanji was wanting to go with their weird relationship. "Oi, what is our relationship?"

It threw Sanji off as he peeked from under closed lids. "What?" He breathed, sitting up carefully on his elbows.

"Our relationship. Is it just a game to you? To pass time?" Zoro voiced, feeling the water thrum over him, colder now than before.

"What? What makes you think…." Sanji stopped, thinking back to how he is around Zoro. He got embarrassed when Zoro tried to kiss him in public, but if he looked from Zoro's view it was as if he didn't want to show they had a relationship. "I thought we were lovers." Sanji said simply, flopping backwards into the water in embarrassment.

Zoro's face, for the first time since Sanji met the man, turned bright red. Sanji was shocked as he spotted the red cheeks of the swordsman. "Seriously?"

"Didn't you?!" Sanji shouted back, reading the answer already on Zoro's face, but wanting to hear it from Zoro himself.

"I did." He grumbled out, wanting to hide himself now that he said it out loud.

"Then…." Sanji spoke, not wanting there to be an awkward silence between them. He rolled over, not sure he could do this if he faced Zoro, so instead he was going to face away. He put his ass in the air, and spread his cheeks apart, giving Zoro a full view of the twitching hole. "…hurry up and finish what you started."

Zoro didn't have to be told twice as he righted himself on his knees again and grabbed the cheeks for Sanji, spreading it for him and allowing him to let go. His thumbs pressed against the twitching hole, pressing against it and spreading it ever so slightly. Zoro pushed his tip against the hole, spreading it slowly and delving into him. With one big push he put himself completely inside of Sanji, listening to the man below him groan and scratch against the floor.

"Does it hurt?" Zoro asked, feeling the tightness of Sanji's insides that felt like it was trying to rip off his member.

"You're too damn big!" Sanji groaned, arching his back as the searing pain began to subside slightly.

"And you're too damn tight!" Zoro spat back, gripping Sanji's hips tightly.

Slowly he pulled out of Sanji and with one big thrust he entered him again. He had to be slow, or he'd just hurt Sanji more than help, and he'd cum right then and there. With water as the lubricate, Sanji began to stretch out more and more, giving him more room with every thrust. The pain that Sanji once had before was now turning into fiery pleasure, ripping through his gut and clenching all his muscles in ecstasy. His body rocked back and forth as Zoro pounded into him faster and faster, hitting a certain spot within him that had him arching his back and letting out a gravely moan. Zoro took the clue and hit that spot repeatedly, watching as Sanji was in pure pleasure, and finally he gave in, spurting his cum all over the bathroom floor. His muscles clenched down tightly on Zoro's member, squeezing him tighter than ever before.

"Ah! Sanji!" Zoro grunted, fingers leaving bruises on his hips as he pushed further into her than before. He let his own seed go inside of Sanji, the hot liquid burning his gut.

They didn't know how long they were in there after, but it was long enough the water had gone cold. When they finally came to they got up unsteadily and got new clothes. Luckily a pair of Zoro's clothes had wandered into there due to Luffy being in charge of laundry on day. Now they were swinging in a hammock, Zoro on his back and Sanji laying partially on top of him on his stomach. Exhaustion quickly overtook them and they fell asleep on the hammock.

"What's going on?!"

"SHHH"

"Be quiet!"

"Ow!"

Everyone gathered around the doorway to Sanji's room, peeking into it and spotting the two men fast asleep enveloped within one another.

"Bout time," Nami said with smile, high fiving Robin who was giving an equally cheery grin.