AN: Well guys I decided to give you one more chapter of smut before I added an epilogue. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 10

Zoro had traveled to New York twice now since he and Sanji had gotten together. Once had been a gift from Shanks, writing it off as a business expense because he needed Zoro to pick up the new security equipment he ordered. The second time, Robin had given him her frequent flyer miles to use on the ticket, saying it was an early birthday present. This time it was the cook's turn to visit him and he was scared to death. Somehow Ace had found out, and informed his mother, who insisted (threatened) that he must bring his new lover to dinner. Now here he was standing in the airport waiting for Sanji to disembark from the plane so he could relay the change in plans.

"Oi, shitty-Marimo, lets go." Sanji came off the plane with his one bag in hand and was patting down his jacket with the other. It must have been a bad flight for him to be searching for a smoke this quick. Zoro just fell in step with him and headed out to the parking lot to find Ace's Jeep. All Zoro had was his bike, and picking up Sanji with luggage on that was not an option. He'd get the cook behind him on it later.

Sanji tossed his bag in the open back of the vehicle and climbed into the passenger seat, lighting his second cigarette since setting foot on solid ground. Zoro got in and started the engine, giving Sanji a questioning look regarding his unhappy state.

"I hate shitty flight attendants," bemoaned the grumpy blonde. Sanji looked around the lot to see if there were any people before he gave Zoro a quick peck on the lips. The poor guard received an angry shove when he tried to deepen the kiss. "You know the fucking rules, none of that shit in public."

Zoro scowled as he pulled out of the parking space and headed for his mother's house. Maybe if the cook was going to be pissy, he should just let him suffer the sudden surprise of the impromptu meeting. He laughed inwardly as Sanji leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The bastard wouldn't even know what was coming.

oSaM

Zoro pulled up in front of the house about five minutes after he was supposed to have arrived. He had gotten held up on the interstate due to a deranged driver who flipped his little sports car end over end several times. Even worse, he had forgotten his phone and couldn't call and tell everyone he would be late. Things might get ugly.

Sanji opened his eyes and looked around at the unfamiliar landscape trying to figure out just where he was. He stood and stretched his stiff legs about to question their location when a beautiful woman came running out of the house with her arms wide open and wrapped them around him, hugging him tight.

"Oh I was so worried that you guys were involved in that accident. I knew we should have had Connie drive today. At least HE would have remembered his phone." The woman let him go and fixed an evil glare on his… just what was Zoro anyway? His boyfriend? His lover? His fuck buddy? Sanji had no time to contemplate as the mad woman was already letting into the poor green-haired man. Hey, green hair. Maybe they were related? She could be his older sister.

"Young man, how many times have I told you to take that damn phone? You could have been lying on the side of the road bleeding to death and I would have been the last to know. I swear that all that drinking has killed what few brain cells you were given. Get your ass in that house right now and no arguing!" She might be several inches shorter than the man, but she sure was scary enough for him to just nod and start walking. He threw Sanji an apologetic look before disappearing into the house.

"Now you, let me have a look at you." She forcefully turned the blonde in a circle, examining him head to toe.

"Excuse me, Miss, but who are you?" Sanji grabbed her hands in his own to keep her from manhandling him anymore. He was completely confused, irritated from his flight, and actually quite hungry. All he wanted was to go back to Zoro's place, take a shower, have dinner and maybe even a quick round, before falling asleep. But here was this crazy lady examining him like he was a prime candidate for a slave auction.

"He didn't tell you?" She frowned deeply when Sanji shook his head no. "Why that little shit. I'll get him good for this. But anyway, I'm Anastasia, that buffoon's mother. It's a pleasure to finally meet the man who stole my son's heart."

Sanji blushed deeply and began to sputter. "I... well... um… Wait. You said 'mother' right? There's no way. I'd have believed older sister, but you're way too young and beautiful to be his mother." The cook pulled out all his flirtatious charm and moves as he brought her hands to his lips and kissed them. "A delicate flower such as you could never have given birth to such an ill-mannered bastard. I must have misheard you."

Anastasia laughed fully as she planted a kiss on the blonde's cheek. "Oh, I like you! Let's go inside and give him hell." Her evil grin was mirrored as the two went arm in arm into the house.

Zoro could feel the cold prickle of doom creeping up his spine as he stood in the kitchen drinking a beer with Ace and his Uncle. Smoker was leaning against the counter with Ace's back pressed firmly against his chest, and one arm around the dark haired man's waist and his other hand holding a bottle of Corona. Ace was using both hands to gesture widely about whatever he was saying, Zoro had stopped listening a few minutes ago. He looked to the front door as it opened, letting in his mother and his lover. The matching gleam in their eyes shot off warning signals to all three men in the kitchen.

"Baby, I just love this man! I insist that you bring him here more often. He's even going to help me cook! Now you boys go and make yourselves comfortable on the back porch while we finish up in here. Go on now. Shoo!" Zoro' mom pushed them all towards the back door.

Laughter was heard from inside as Zoro, Ace and Smoker all sat in silence, awaiting the atom bomb that they were sure would drop any second. When dinner was called, they all sat looking at each other, daring someone to walk in first. Zoro took the plunge and prayed he would make it out alive.

Anastasia sat at the head of the table, flanked by Ace and Sanji, eying both couples with adoration. Her baby brother was definitely in love and from the looks of it, her son was well on his way. They were still at the awkward stage of their relationship, but she could see the strong attraction Zoro had for the blonde. Now it was time to test him and make sure he was worthy of those feelings.

"So Sanji, I'm told that you own your own restaurant in New York, is that right?" She folded her hands before her and took on a stern face. Sanji stopped breathing at the frightened look Zoro had on his face. The barely held back laughter from Ace and Smoker didn't help his nervousness either.

"Yes, I inherited it from my foster father who passed away last year. It's the best restaurant in the states. I make sure of that." Sanji said proudly, smiling at her and hoping that whatever was going on would pass quickly.

"So you have no plans on moving from there then?" Her eyes narrowed when the cook firmly answered no. "Then tell me what your plans are for you and my only son. I hope you're not just using him."

"Mom!" Zoro started to protest but Sanji held up his hand to stop him.

"We're still getting to know each other, so there are no plans as of yet." Sanji was proud of himself. He was holding up a lot better than he would have figured. She had been such a nice and sweet person when they were cooking together that he never expected the after dinner conversation to turn into an inquisition. He wondered if Ace and Smoker had to go through all of this. It was still very hard for him to even admit that he had a relationship with another man to himself let alone any other person.

"And this 'getting to know each other' includes getting him drunk and fucking him senseless in one of the rooms of the Hotel where he works?" Her words held no mirth as she questioned him.

"As I recall it was he who poured the drinks and shoved his dick up my ass." Sanji blanched as he realized just what he said, but it was too late.

Ace fell out of his chair laughing hysterically while Smoker chuckled and patted Zoro on the shoulder. Said young man was currently banging his head on the tabletop and muttering things about stupid blondes not knowing when to shut up.

"Oh, so you're the uke. Well that makes sense. Tell me, is he as well endowed as he claims to be, or is he just trying to make himself look good?" Anastasia never lost her calm composure as her questioning continued. "Don't be shy, I've seen it plenty of times when he was younger, I just wanted to know how much he's grown. Is his neck really sensitive still? His ex-girlfriend told me she could get him hard with just one lick to a certain spot on his neck."

"HOLY SHIT, MOM, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Zoro jumped up from the table and screamed at her, his face beet red from embarrassment.

"Sit down, and don't you dare talk to me that way. Connie, restrain your partner or I will. Now, Sanji, we're all waiting for your answers." She gave Sanji a small smile as Zoro sat back down in horror and Ace returned to his chair to listen.

"Um, well, I'm not sure what he claims to be, but he's… um, not small, that's for sure. As for his neck, I don't know. He's usually hard before we even get back to the apartment." The cook felt really, really odd talking so brashly to a beautiful woman, especially one that seemed to command such power over the large and burley men in the room.

"Does that mean you two haven't christened your work place yet? That seems a bit cynical if you ask me, but you didn't. I hear that you're extremely flexible. How is that? When they told me you were a cook, I expected you to be a little more portly. What is it that you do to keep you in such good shape?"

Zoro grinned at this question, mainly because he knew the answer. He had walked in on Sanji going through his practice one morning and was barely able to control himself from jumping the blonde during the stretches. "He practices Savate. It's kinda like kickboxing but without the boxing part. It only uses the legs."

"Well that explains why Zoro was able to get your legs up like that then. I was wondering about that." Ace sat back and rubbed his chin in thought. "Maybe I should look into it. It seemed like you were really enjoying it to me." Zoro and Sanji both almost came across the table at the freckled man when Anastasia looked at him with interest.

"What? They let you watch? Well that's not fair. You guys never let me watch." The older woman pouted and crossed her arms in a childish manner.

"Hot head here actually taped them the first night they met with the security cameras, but he gave the disc to Sanji when we visited New York." Smoker brought out a cigar and twirled it between his fingers trying to decide if he wanted to go out to the porch and miss any of the excitement here.

"Well that's too bad, but I'm not sure that I would want to see my son getting violated like that anyway." She sighed and brought her hands to her lap.

"Shanks still has a copy. I bet he'd let you see it."

"ACE!" Sanji cringed as Zoro launched himself at his best friend and tackled him out of his chair. He changed his mind about the sweet woman and decided that she must be the reincarnation of one of the devils themselves because she was already squealing like a school girl on her way to place a call to the illustrious Hotel owner. Only Smoker caught her mischievous wink when she left the room. The policeman knew that the real person in trouble would be Shanks when Ana lit into him for having pornographic videos of her baby boy.

Sanji and Zoro sat in the Jeep silently parked outside the Loft for a while before Zoro tried to speak. Every time he opened his mouth, Sanji would hold up his hand for silence and continue smoking his cigarette. When the second one was crushed out, Sanji spoke.

"I am never coming to your place again."

Zoro silently nodded his understanding. He was waiting for this to happen since they left his mother's house. The look on the cook's face was enough for him to know that he would be spending the night alone tonight and possible every night from then on. He really hated his family sometimes.

"I need a shower and some sleep. Let's go." Sanji reached back and grabbed his bag before exiting the jeep. "Hurry up Marimo."

Zoro unlocked the door and stepped inside flipping on the lights as he walked through the entryway. He headed for the fridge and pulled out a beer, offering one to Sanji as well. The cook took both bottles and sat them on the counter before crushing his lips to the taller man's. Sanji locked his arms behind Zoro's head and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue explore every inch of the other's mouth. Zoro wrapped his arms around the blonde's lithe body and pulled them together, thankful that he still had a chance to fix this. He loosened his hold when Sanji started backing away.

"Your mother scares the shit out of me."

"Yah, me too."

"Come on, I need a shower." Sanji grabbed the bottles back up with one hand and tugged on Zoro's shirt with the other, hoping to motivate the man into moving and showing him where the bathroom was.

They had barely made it into the small room when Zoro slammed the door shut and pulled Sanji up against him. They made quick work of each other's shirts before struggling to get belts and boots off. Sanji took over getting out of his own pants while Zoro leaned down to untie his new combat boots. The tanned man watched his lover's body as it moved with grace across the short distance to the shower and turned on the water. Finally relieving himself of his boots, Zoro shrugged off his pants and came up behind the slender body of the blonde man.

He placed tender kisses across the pale shoulder, to the base of the throat and began sucking on the rapidly beating pulse. Sanji sighed and rolled his head to the side allowing Zoro more bare skin to attack. The water running over his hands became warm and he stepped over the side of the tub to enter the stream. Zoro huffed in annoyance as he was pulled in behind the blonde, releasing the pale flesh from between his teeth and admiring the mark he left on the man.

Sanji turned and pushed Zoro into the cold tile grinning at the angry hiss the green-haired man let out due to the contrasting temperature against his skin. He leaned his slim body against the muscular build and made sure it pressed down to the small of his back against the wall. Their lips met again in a battle for dominance.

Zoro ran his hands over the wet slick back and down to the perfect ass, grinding their swelling cocks against each other. He pushed Sanji back onto the adjacent wall and lifted the long legs to wrap around his waist. When he felt them lock behind his back he moved his hands back to the cook's ass. He felt Sanji reach over and grab the liquid soap, squirting it into his palm. Zoro nipped and sucked at Sanji's bottom lip while the cook pumped him a few times.

"Enough, or I'm not gonna last long enough to enjoy this." Zoro lifted Sanji up a little higher and let his dick slide free from the confines of their pressed bodies. He used the tips of his fingers to line them up and pressed in without warning.

"Fucker! Shit you're huge!" Sanji cried out. He bit down on Zoro's shoulder in retaliation, remembering a bit too late that the muscle head got off on stuff like that. Zoro pulled slightly out and set a shallow steady rhythm, just giving enough friction to boil his blood but not near enough to even begin to satisfy him.

"I swear if you don't fuck me hard right now I'll find someone else who fucking will." Sanji cried out.

Zoro was happy to comply and began to pound into him mercilessly, drinking in every cry he was able to elicit from the cook. He leaned in close and whispered into Sanji's ear. "Who's fucking you, Sanji? Say it!"

"Fuck you, Marimo!" Zoro stopped moving, and Sanji thought he was going to die. Zoro's lips grazed his ear as he spoke.

"All you have to do is say it. What's my name?" Zoro began moving slightly, teasing, holding the cook's hips still so.

"Go to hell, asshole! Shit!" Sanji struggled against his hold and dug his nails into the firm flesh of Zoro's back and his heels into the clinched muscles of his ass.

"Just tell me." Zoro whispered seductively against his ear.

"Fuck! Like hell I will." Sanji made a sound close to a whimper as he continued to scratch long lines. "Damn it bastard, move!"

"Not till you tell me what I want to hear." Zoro was loving the control he had over the situation.

"Zoro! Shit, fuck me Zoro!"

"As you wish," he whispered as he snapped his hips hard causing them both to see stars.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck, yes!" Sanji dug his nails out of Zoro's back and pushed his fingers through the short wet hair. He yanked hard exposing the long throat and leaned forward to bite at the vein he could see pulsing there.

"All mine." Zoro made every movement count.

"Kami….ZORO!" Sanji screamed out his lover's name as he came between them, having Zoro follow only a few strokes behind with an equally loud primal sound that could be considered a roar.

Slowly their hearts returned to a more normal pace and Sanji unhooked his ankles, letting his feet fall to the floor of the porcelain tub. They shared a sloppy worn out kiss and began to wash. The water had gone from warm to tepid so they quickly rinsed off and stepped out. Zoro pulled him in close for a tender kiss that sent Sanji's heart to the bottom of his stomach. It was such a sweet action that it caused the blonde to sway in confusion for a moment. They had never kissed like that before. It was always aggressive and passionate and full of testosterone. This was more like a kiss that you would receive from someone you were madly in love with. Sanji quickly turned his head to hide the shock and fear in his face. Did Zoro love him? Did he return the feeling?

"Oi, ero-cook. Bed's this way, or are you gonna sleep in here?" Zoro's usual smirk was back in place allowing Sanji to let out a breath in relief. He must have been just imagining things. They each wrapped a towel around their lower bodies and opened the door to a loud applause from Smoker and Ace. Sanji refused to put out for the rest of his stay.

oSaM

Over the next few visits Sanji noticed a change in Zoro, and it began to scare him. The normally aggressive man had calmed down, rushed less and was loving at times. Zoro helped out in the kitchen during and after dinner service without much complaining and had even learned where to find things that one normally wouldn't be looking for. If that continued, Zoro would know the layout of the cabinets as well as Sanji. Once, Zoro had even noticed Sanji was suffering from a massive headache and just cuddled with him in bed, never mentioning sex.

Now the bastard wanted to go out on dates in public with him. After several fights and broken dishes, Sanji reluctantly agreed, but not before setting several rules. First was that there was no unnecessary physical contact between them in front of others. Second was that Zoro was not allowed to start a fight. Third was that Sanji got to choose where they went. And lastly, Zoro would be introduced as an old friend, nothing more.

Zoro thought he could live with that and agreed knowing that it was the only way he would be able to spend time with his lover outside of the apartment. Even the Baratie was not considered a 'safe place' according to the cook. It only took about two months before everything went to hell. He should have never gone to New York that weekend.

"I need a drink. None of this wine shit. Something hard and strong. Bring me a steak, medium-rare. No soup, no salad, just the meal. After that you can tell that shitty head cook of yours to get his scrawny ass out here." Zoro smiled wickedly at the appalled look the some of the guests were giving him. A few of the regular customers waved in greeting and he nodded back. He had gotten an earlier flight and decided to surprise Sanji at work rather than waiting for him at the apartment where he dropped his luggage.

The poor waiter was having such a time controlling his laughter that he just had to nod and run to the kitchens. He had written, word for word, what Zoro had asked for on the ticket. It was then hung up on the order rack and left for Patty and Carne. The two of them snickered and chuckled trying to keep up their appearance of being hard at work. Sanji sent them a few choice words and ordered them to keep their shenanigans outside work. He didn't notice the waiter taking his bottle of hard liquor from its hiding place and leaving the room.

Zoro nodded in appreciation when the waiter returned with his favorite drink. He wondered if it was something they normally kept on hand or if it was from a certain someone's private stock. He grabbed the bottle before it could leave and glared at the still grinning man. Something was really weird. He knew that the freaky okama was in on everything, but did he tell the entire staff? Glancing at the kitchen doors he saw several people trying to look out and sighed. Apparently he did. This would end badly if that Love-Cook figured it out. He was so afraid of what would happen to his reputation if anyone knew he was gay.

Zoro was pouring his second drink when he heard it. First there was Luffy's unmistakable laughter closely followed by the lovely 'What the fuck' from his favorite blonde. Zoro kicked back in his chair and even brought his feet up on the table. He kept his eyes on the doors and grinned as he rolled the ice around in the amber liquid. The doors were thrown open and an irate Sanji stormed out.

"Oi, get your filthy boots off the table, shitty-bastard. How many times do I have to tell you to at least try and act civilized? And what's this about me being a shitty-cook?" Sanji knocked Zoro's feet to the ground.

"It got your attention didn't it?" The guard kept his cocky grin on his face as Sanji rolled his eyes.

"So what are you doing here? I thought your flight wasn't until later tonight." The cook took out his cigarette and lit up.

"I caught an earlier one. I thought maybe we could go out to that club you're always talking about." Zoro eyed him up, seeing if he would be open to the idea.

"Alright, let's eat then we can get you cleaned up." Sanji crushed out his smoke and headed back to fix their plates.

oSaM

The Grand Line was a very stylish and popular place with a line out the door probably a hundred people long. Sanji had changed his suit for a pair of slim blue jeans and a classy button-down green shirt. Zoro had on a pair of low hung black jeans and a black t-shirt under his leather jacket that he still hadn't returned to Ace. Sanji bypassed the line and headed straight for the two huge bouncers at the front door.

"Kaku, Lucci, how's it going?"

"Oh my little cook! So good to see you, it's been a while. Who's your friend?" Kaku picked up Sanji in a crushing hug.

"This shitty bastard is Zoro. He's from Detroit and wanted to see what the nightlife here has to offer." He watched as the green-haired man shook hands with the large brothers.

"Hehe, you guys go and have fun. Be careful, Portia's in a really good mood." Lucci ushered them in watching as the handsome men were ogled by all the women they passed. "I wonder if Sanji knows that green guy likes him? They'd look good together. Don't you think, Kaku?" The brother nodded in agreement and turned back to the waiting crowd.

Sanji and Zoro slid through the crowd and made their way to the bar. Various shouts in greeting were sent Sanji's way and even more women came and draped themselves all over him. The blonde lit up with excitement and began flirting with each and every one of them to his lover's dismay. Sure they had been out in public together before, but this was the first time to be somewhere so crowded and full of enamored women. Zoro scowled at the hearts in Sanji's eyes and left him alone with his adoring fans, opting to find the bar instead. Thirty minutes later he found a small upstairs bar with an extremely happy dark haired woman behind it.

"So what can I get you, handsome?" She had on a strange black mask and little ears affixed to the top of her head giving her a fox like appearance.

"Something strong. And can you put this behind the bar for me?" Zoro took off his jacket and handed it to the drooling woman. His t-shirt molded to his chest like second skin and barely met the top of his pants that sat on his hips. Each movement he made showed off a trace of tanned skin, tempting the looker to reach out and touch.

"Anything you want, gorgeous." She licked her lips as she hugged the jacket close, breathing in the smell of Ace's cologne.

"Zoro?" A small voice carried over the loud music. The sulking man turned around to see who was calling his name. He lost his depression for a moment and smiled at his friend.

"Chopper! What are you doing here? You're not old enough to drink yet!" Zoro braced himself on the barstool as his favorite little brother attacked him with a hug strong enough to cut off his air supply. That kid didn't know his own strength sometimes.

"You missed my birthday! I'm 21 now. What are you doing here? Did you see Luffy yet? I left him downstairs when I thought I saw you walk by." Chopper released the man and climbed onto the stool next to him, immediately being pounced by the hyper bartender. "Ahhh! It's Porche! Help me Zoro!"

"Oh my little Choppy! You came to see me after all! I'm so happy." She was leaning over the bar burying his face into her ample breast. "I knew you were just joking when you said you didn't like me."

Zoro threw his head back and laughed deeply before trying to pull his panicking friend from the clutches of this overzealous creature. He ended up with Chopper almost in his lap latching onto his waist and a very angry, pouty girl behind the bar. Unfortunately, it was at that moment that Sanji walked up.

The cook had been enjoying the flock of women that surrounded him when he noticed that something was missing. His supposed date was nowhere to be seen. Sanji excused himself and started checking the bars for green hair. He had made it to the second floor when he heard Zoro's hearty laugh. The crowd parted just in time to see a cute kid with sandy brown hair fall right into the older man's lap. When Zoro only laughed harder and hugged the young man, it sent waves of anger through Sanji's core.

"Hey, shit-head. I've been looking for you. I thought maybe you got lost again." Sanji sent a nasty glare to Chopper who was trying to scramble off Zoro. "So who's the shrimp?"

Zoro's dark mood returned as he stood up and faced the pissed off cook. It was then that Sanji noticed his change in appearance. His eyes were drawn to the taunt shirt covering broad shoulders and a built chest. So that's what was hiding under that jacket earlier. His fingers itched to reach out and pull the man into a private corner so they could have a quick fuck.

"Che, ya right. You were too busy being adored by your fans to even notice I was gone until a moment ago. And this shrimp is a good friend of mine. He's studying to be a doctor of some sort." Zoro put his arm around Chopper's shoulders and winked down at him. The short doctor gave him a playful shove and blushed deeply mumbling about not liking compliments. All three of them braced themselves when a familiar cry rang out over the noise.

"Zooooorooooo!" Luffy launched himself at the back of the barely prepared man. "You came! I was hoping that you would. Next time you need to bring Usopp with you. That would be great! Oh, Sanji! You came too! Are you guys out on a date?" Luffy continued to hang off of Zoro's neck like a cape, looking over his shoulder at his employer. "Hey Chopper, this is Sanji. Remember the cook I was telling you about? This is him. He and Zoro are lo-mmphhfff."

"I think that's enough Chore Boy. I wouldn't start spreading things that aren't true. If you want back in my restaurant again you'll not finish that sentence." Sanji had rushed forward and placed his hand on Luffy's mouth, cutting off his announcement to the onlookers. He also noticed just how close he was standing to Zoro at that moment. Their eyes met and he could see the pain his actions had caused written clearly on his face. Sanji turned his head in shame and walked away.

Luffy removed himself from Zoro's back and looked towards his short friend with sad confusion. They watched as Sanji continued down the stairs and into the group of waiting women. Chopper placed a comforting hand on Zoro's arm and tried to smile at him. Even Porche had been subdued from her earlier bubbly laughter as she handed him his jacket back. Zoro nodded his thanks and gave both Luffy and Chopper a quick hug before leaving the club. He was entering a cab when Sanji walked out the doors, a beautiful woman on each arm. Their eyes met, Zoro's black ones full of torment, and Sanji's blue one full of unease. The blonde turned to listen to what one of his companions was saying and watched out of the corner of his eye as Zoro shut the cab door. He assumed that they would talk it out at home.

When Sanji arrived at the apartment a short time later, he found Zoro packing up his things… All his things. Zoro's bokken that he had purchased for training away from home was lying next to the door along with the pillow that the guard had bought.

"What's the hell are you doing?" Sanji slammed the door behind him as he entered his home.

"What the fuck does it look like? I'm leaving. I already booked a room at Whitebeard's place. Shanks told me I could go to him if I ever needed." Zoro had grabbed his suitcase and laid it open on the couch.

"What the fuck do you mean you're leaving? All because I flirted with a few women? It's what I do. I won't change that for you or anyone." Sanji crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall watching Zoro search the DVD's and pull out the ones he had brought from Detroit.

"Damn it! It's not the women. Well, maybe part of it is, but that's not the main reason. It's just not going to work. Not wanting this public is one thing, but to fucking deny it to Luffy is something else. You're obviously not wanting the same things from this relationship as I do." Zoro threw the movies in his luggage and walked into the bedroom.

"This relationship? All we have is an understanding and lots of sex. That's it!" Sanji fumed as he followed Zoro from room to room watching as he gathered his odds and ends of clothes that had been left during previous visits. He couldn't believe that everything was turning out like this. He had an odd aching in his chest, but pushed it aside and grabbed onto the fury that was building in his mind. "We don't have a relationship."

It would have hurt a lot less if Zoro had been hit by a Mack truck than being struck with those words from Sanji's mouth. He visibly recoiled at the cook's sharp tone. Looking down at the mess he realized that everything clearly wasn't going to fit in his one bag. He mumbled a curse and went to the kitchen to grab a trash bag to finish gathering his belongings.

"Yah, I got that impression tonight. I just wish it hadn't taken me so long." Zoro walked to finish gathering his things, shoving them in violently with each word he spoke. "Shit, I hate that you hide it! I hate that you want nothing from me but a good lay. This has got to be the most fucked up relationship I've been in. Here I am in love with a gorgeous guy and I can't tell anyone!"

"I told you when this… this thing between us started that I didn't want people to know. Why can't you understand that? Shit!" Sanji fisted his hand in his hear and walked into the kitchen to pour himself a drink, completely unaware of the confession that the older man had just made.

"Why the fuck not? Seriously, what exactly would happen if people knew I was making love to you? What, will the world fucking explode or something if people found out you're gay?" Zoro swung his arms around as if to show Sanji the millions of people around them.

"Damn it! I'm not gay!" Sanji threw his drink against the wall, shattering the glass and denting the blue paint.

"You tell yourself that when I'm shoving my dick up you ass?" Zoro questioned him, his face drawn into a vicious sneer.

"Fuck you, Zoro. Get the fuck out!" Sanji screamed at him.

"Too late, I'm already gone." He yanked open the door and stormed out.