OK, so I decided to re-write this chapter. Why? Because the original stinked
Please tell me if this one is any better.
Note: The first 2-4 paragraphs are the same

Mittens—Part 3

Zoro leaned over Sanji's bed. A wet fluffy wash cloth lay over his pale forehead.
"Is Sanji dead?" Luffy asked peeking over Zoro's shoulder.
Zoro shrugged. Only Nami and Ussop knew about him and Sanji. Zoro dipped the rag into the bowl of hot water, squeezed it out, and lay it on Sanji's forehead. It was still hot. He must have gotten so flustered to pass out like that. Zoro ran his hands through his short, spiky green hair. He didn't like the fact that Sanji had been sleeping for two days.
"Are you sure he's not dead?" Luffy asked another two days later.
"I'm sure Luffy." Zoro picked up the sword he dropped. That was the fourth time he dropped it.. He's been out of whack ever since Sanji went into his comma-like stage. His fever has gone down, but his forehead is still hot. He sighed. After they kissed Zoro noticed that he really did have feelings for the cook. He sighed again, but the real question is, did a slender beautiful cook have feelings for a brute and sloppy swordsman…

"YO ZORO!" Luffy yelled. Zoro yelped and looked at Luffy.
"WHHHHHAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT!" He yelled at the stretchable rubber boy standing in front of him.
"I've been calling you for five minutes, Sanji is awake."

"Ughh…" Sanji grumbled. He felt his forehead and retracted his hand from the hot fumes still reseeding from it. "Why is everything so hoottttt?" he whined.
He wasn't really whining about the fever, more like he hasn't seen Zoro in two days. Where is that idiotic swordsman? He really wasn't enjoying this.
Sanji sat up and his eyes pained him. The room became fuzzy and spun a little. Sanji groaned.
"You shouldn't have gotten up so fast." Sanji heard someone say. Sanji turned in the direction of the voice. It was coming from the corner of the room. He turned his head too fast and more swirls of colors came crashing down, he felt even more nauseated. He groaned again. His stomach turned. He stood up quickly, more dizzy-ness, he ran to the bathroom almost slipping over his dangerous feet. He slammed the door.
His stomach calmed down after leaning over the toilet a good 10 minutes.
"Damnit…" he growled and leaned over the toilet again. The door opened and two strong hands grabbed his hair and brushed it back tucking various pieces behind his ear, along with the curtain of hair covering his always-sheilded eye. Sanji, not caring, continued to groan after another 2 minutes leaning over the toilet. Sanji, slowly, looked up at the person holding his hair. Zoro, sitting there, smiling.
"Don't smile at me." Sanji said and reached for a towel, stretching his arm for the sink. Zoro grabbed his arm and placed it where it belong. Zoro stood up and got a small washcloth and put hot water on it. He wasn't smiling anymore, but he was about to say something.
"You shouldn't have moved to fast." Zoro said, now smiling. He squeezed out the cloth and sat down behind Sanji.
"Well, if you wouldn't have been in my room I wou-" In surprise, Sanji was pulled into Zoro's lap.
"Turn around." Zoro said to Sanji.
"How am I supposed to do that!" Sanji yelled, a little flustered at this situation. Zoro sighed.
"Fine, I'll do it." Zoro picked Sanji up at the stomach and carefully turned his body so that Sanji's legs were rapped around his waist and Sanji's flustered face looking at his. Zoro laughed. "You're a mess."
Sanji blushed and attempted to get away from Zoro's grasp, but only succeeded in rubbing their groins together. The round fabric didn't help. Sanji moaned and blushed more. Zoro held in a groan.
"Don't do that!" Zoro said and grabbed Sanji's hips. When he calmed down, he lifted the still warm rag, and wiped it across Sanji's face. There was nothing on his face, but you can never be too careful. After wiping it off, Zoro threw the rag aside and stared at Sanji.
"…..Well?" Zoro asked.
"'Well' what?" Sanji replied.
"What now?"
Sanji had to think for a moment before his instinct told his to get off, but Zoro wouldn't let him."What did I tell you about doing that?" Zoro asked. Sanji still sat there, not knowing what to do. He looked at Zoro very carefully. What did he want?
"What do you want?" Sanji asked, but quickly received an answer. Zoro had undid his pants and his hand went squirming in. Sanji moaned. Zoro's cold hands wrapped around his now throbbing member.
Sanji groaned. "C-cold…" Sanji said and titled his head back. It was a unique feeling. Zoro's hands finally warmed up and he started to just touch Sanji's groin in several different places before stroking it up, and then slowly down. Sanji felt so much better, as if his fever deteriorated into Zoro's pleasing touch. Sanji moaned again. Zoro looked at Sanji's flushed face, Sanji began to sweat and mutter out his name.
"Z-Zo-" Sanji began, and Zoro pumped quicker, harder.. "Zoro…" He said more clearly, "I…" Sanji tried to say, but his climax came sooner. "Oh my god.." Sanji shuttered and put his arms around Zoro's neck, bringing their foreheads together. Zoro looked at Sanji, his breathing was heavy, and his face was beat red.
"How can you get that tired, that flustered," Zoro began, "by just that?"
Sanji gave Zoro a peck on the lips.
"Because," Sanji spluttered out, "I haven't seen you, in two days." And Sanji smiled.
Zoro picked him up, bride style, and laid him on his bed. Sanji was still sick, and needed to rest, but he still looked so irresistible.