One Piece Fan Fiction

Title: Sick Cooking

Paring: Zoro X Sanji

Rating: 17+ M YAY! YAOINESS!

Comment: Now that I'm back in the mood for writing (sorry about the wee wait, by the way) I'll now continue this weird ass story. Do you guys really like it? I find it to be different and a bit unusual myself. Just to warn you again, it's been a while, if it doesn't sound as smooth, it's because I haven't written in a long time. Well, anyway, here's the 3rd chapter of Sick Cooking!

Hope you enjoy!

Ch. 3 The Feverish Talking Cook

The nerve of that stupid swordsman! Who told him he could snuggle with me!? Shitty, marimo, head, needs some sense kicked into him.

Sanji, after waking up from Nami's outburst, had realized his situation with the swordsmen and proceeded to kick the "bastard" away from him. After doing so he began to issue insult after insult upon the "seaweed head."

Zoro was so startled when he was kicked from his comfortable spot on the couch, that all he could do was remained seated there, staring, at the sight of the furious, blond, cook, his illness long forgotten. He steeped over to the swordsmen and began pounding on him. Zoro defended himself with little effort, giving that the cook was still suffering from lack of strength.

"Oi!" Nami yelled, before smacking the two across the head, with her fits, leaving lovely welts.

"YOU…" She began, mouth full of teeth, "…are to sick to fight!" She looked at Zoro "And you! You shouldn't have done that to Sanji in the first place! Now apologies or I'll raise the price of the dept you owe me!!" Zoro whispered under his breath, while still clutching his throbbing head, "She's a demon." this said, he was only rewarded with a second lump on the head.

"Yes, I'm very sorry." He bowed to Sanji and apologized. Sanji being knocked out from Nami's punch to the head said and did nothing. Zoro grinned at the sight.

"Now you pick "that" up and put "it" on the bed!" (Meaning the couch and "that" and "it" meaning, Sanji.)

Nami couldn't believe those two. No remorse for nothing, not even each other. Why did Zoro snuggle with Sanji in the first place? Nami grinned evilly when a wired thought hit her.

"Okay, I'm going to get more soup since you two made me drop it in that little scuffle of yours. Oh, and Zoro, what did I tell you about doing anything while I was gone?" Zoro growled at her. "SHUT UP YOU STUPID BITCH! I don't' have to take orders from you!" Nami sighed and began to head towards the door.

"Whatever."

Zoro scooped up the lifeless looking body from the ground that not but two seconds ago was trying to kill him and placed him on the couch. Sanjis head shifted slightly to the side and his lips emitted a slight groan. This made Zoro blush slightly but than a second later he felt angry for doing so. This was fucking Sanji! Why was he blushing? Nothing made since any more. Had the blond not grabbed hold of his haramaki before? Did he not ask him to stay with him? Zoro scratched his head.

"You Stupid, Sick, Cook! Why do you make me think so hard?" Sanjis eye cracked opened.

"I make YOU think to hard?" Zoro was startled by the smooth sounding voice and he looked back down at Sanji.

"I… I never get sick." Sanji stuttering, admitted this, "Why now?" Zoro was pondering that same question from the very beginning. He saw the series look on Sanjis face but didn't like it, so he shoved Sanji's arm playfully. "You really are such a troublesome guy, almost as troublesome as a certain captain." Sanji wanted to kick Zoro in the face, for being compared to that no-brained kid; they called "captain." Zoro ringed out a rag and placed it on Sanjis sweating forehead. Sanji closed his eyes to the chilled feeling of it, only to re-open them a second later with a glare. "You better not pull any more of that hugging, shit, while I'm sleeping again, or I'll kill you!"

"Heh! Wow, so scary! And yet you can barely stand." Zoro grinned. The sarcasm was written all over his words. Silence once again. It wasn't bad silence, it was comfortable and yet there was something missing and they both knew it.

"Hey isn't it to quiet?" Zoro said, while Sanji reached into his pocket to pull out a cigarette, only to have it ripped from his hand a second later.

"You Dumb Shit! That's bad for you, when your sick!!!" Sanji growled, bearing his teeth.

"I can do whatever I want Shitty Swordsmen!!!" Zoro looked the other way, a serious look planted on his face now.

"Why did you get sick?"

Sanjis eyes wondered from the form of the swordsmen, to some random spot on the ceiling. The silence that washed over them this time was intense and very serious.

"You…" Sanji was interrupted by Nami walking in with a hot; bowl, of soup in hand. She felt the cold chill from the atmosphere before. Nami walked over to the two men and gave each a knowing glare, than she set the hot bowl, in front of Sanji.

"Awh. Is that for me? Oh Nami-san! You shouldn't have." Nami shrugged her shoulders. "I bet you would do the same for me."

"Thank you so much Nami-san!" Sanji sat up with little trouble, to place the bowl on his lap and proceeded to drink it slowly.

"Are you feeling any better Sanji-kun?" Nami asked in a worried tone.

"Yes, thanks to you and your wonderful presence. Everything about Nami-san makes me feel better!"

"Good." She could see he actually gained some energy now, instead of that weak performance from before.

"Now take it easy Sanji. I'm going to make Luffy and Usopp swab the deck before dinner. Later!" She waved her ado's but before she left she turned around one last time to say, "Oh and Zoro! Your still in charge of Sanji. So no fighting and no trying to run from your job!"

Zoro growled under his breath, "Like I would! You evil women!!!"

She nodded her head, gave a slight wave of her hand and was off. Sanji waved good bye back, enthusiastically, as she went.

Now Zoro and Sanji where left alone in the room once more.

"Look shit head! Don't worry about it!" Sanji could see the concerned look written all over Zoros face, when he turned back around to face him.

Zoro was surprised the blond could tell.

"I…I' m not worried Ero Cook! Shut up!" Zoro crossed his arms and looked the other way with a pout, mad that he'd been found out so easily.

"HA! HA! HA! HA!!!" Zoro turned back around when he heard the sound of laughter. "Y-you…" He began through his chuckling, wiping a tear that clung to the side of his eye. "…you really do look so adorable when you pout..."

Zoro was taken aback by this. He had no idea how to respond.

"Wha? WHAT?!" Than a blush formed across his face when he noticed the cook had stopped his chuckling to watch Zoro's every move. Sanji's hand had come down to his chin and a sexy grin played a crossed his lips. A mischievous glint in his eye also caught Zoro's attention.

"...especially when you blush, I like it." Those words where not so much as playful as they where sexy. Now Zoro was sweating, this was new. What is this? Fever talk?" Why was Sanji calling him adorable all of a sudden? But this question was soon answered by a fast hand to the back of his head and a hot mouth pushed roughly against his.

"WHHhhhaaaaa?…" Zoro tried to yell but the mouth on his prevented him in doing so. Zoro tried to pull away but the hand in his hair had a death grip on him. He tried pushing Sanji away but powerful legs had wrapped themselves around Zoro's waist, pinning him to the floor and the angle that he was in made it quite difficult for him to break free from his attacker. Sanji's mouth worked around Zoro's, his tongue coming out to lap against the swordsmen's lower lip. Zoro gasped at the strange sensation. Taking advantage of the swordsmen's shock the blond slipped his tongue deep into Zoro's mouth tasting him, burning.

Oh how he was burning. He couldn't take the heat anymore and he lost conciseness. Zoro felt the man on top of him, slip forward, his strength faltering and Zoro pulled away gasping for air. He shoved the limp body off of him and scrambled away. He brought a hand up to his mouth, feeling where, just seconds ago, the cook had his way with him. A full on blush ran its way over Zoro's face, gasping and shivering from it. It seems Zoro didn't even have the chance to do anything in this situation. The cook had taken advantage of him the whole time. Zoro felt used but it wasn't over yet. At lest he had a chance, even though he wasn't the dominant one, it still felt pretty good.

"ARGH! You Shitty, Perverted, Sick, Cook!!! I'll get you back for this!"

Zoro grinned and prepared himself for the next battle.

END CH. 3

Authors Note: YAY! Complete! So…? How was it? You tell me. I'll try and put the next one up as soon as possible. Tanks for reading and DON"T FORGET TO REVIEW! Let's say about 10-20 reviews I'll post the next one. Sorry for being so late with this. I've been so busy lately. (Meaning I'm lazy as fuck!) So I haven't been working on it as much. Well, anyway, see yah in the next chapter of Sick Cooking!

Kami Takai OUT!