"There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice."

- F.S. Fitzgerald

I want you.

A bulky shadow loomed over a pale blond figure inside the cramped storage room somewhere inside of the Thousand Sunny. With only the moonlight reflecting off of a surface somewhere far off and making its way through the holes and gaps in the room, the two figures were bathed in shadow.

A hand suddenly slammed against the plank flooring of the room pinning a thinner and slender wrist down against it. Aside from the occasional creaking sounds the ship was making as it rocked against the night waves, gasps and heavy breathing were filling the silence inside the storage room. Hot breath condensing as it met the cold sea air at night.

I need you.

The bulky figure was moving in sync with the ship's gentle rocking against the waves at night, which caused the blond pinned against the floor to writhe in agony. His pale white hand quickly grabbed onto a sweaty muscular shoulder pushing the other person away. Some of the moonlight were illuminating on his hand making his pale white skin glow even brighter against golden brown skin. The sweat caused his pale hand to slip. The slow pace was becoming unbearable for him, he needed just a short break.

"Stop!"

A growl answered and echoed inside the cramped room followed by the rapid jerking of tan hips. The room was soon filled with moonlight exposing the two figures fighting on the floor of the cramped storage room. A naked tan man with light green hair had his back tightening with every thrust against the lean pale man with his blond hair fluttering around against the wooden floor. They were now moving in a frenzied pace, as the sounds their bodies were making also arousing both of them on top of the sensation of thrusting and being thrusted. The blond's free hand found its way to the swordsman's hair and settled down around his nape.

"Zoro I'm-"

A big tan hand smothered the blond's mouth, gripping his face and yanking it to view.

"I told you to keep quiet." The tone was cold and condescending but the rough baritone voice still aroused the blond man making him moan at the sudden angry thrust at the end of his sentence.

The green haired man continued on his hurried pace building up his own climax with his eyes tightly closed, his forehead now pressed against the wooden floor, the side of his face pressed against the blond's temple, sweat and scent mixing in a heated battle. Powerful pale legs wrapped around muscular narrow waist indicating the blond's approaching climax.

"I love you."

The green haired man released a lengthy deep sigh before clenching the muscles in his stomach and assaulting the blond with a spurt of short thrusts and then a final push causing the blond to writhe at the fluids that generously oozed out of his ass. A minute passed before the green haired man made a couple of hip wave thrusts and pulled himself out and letting more cum ooze out from the blond. Removing the thin pink rubber from himself and dropping it next to the exhausted and panting blond, the green haired man gathered his clothes and fixed himself up to leave but paused right in front of the door.

"I told you this is all there will be between us."

The blond snapped from his exhausted state, shocked at realizing that he had said out loud the last thought that he had. Regret and heartache quickly drowning out his embarrassment.

Merde.

Sitting up, the blond calmly gathered his clothes and put them on slowly as if trying to wait until the green haired man had finally left the room. Not bothering to acknowledge the green haired man's statement. The swordsman was waiting for an insult or a shitty comeback but all he got was dead silence.

Sanji had been stupid for not being aware of himself. But most of all he's an idiot for holding onto his feelings. It was a lost cause since the moment he realized what it was after the events at Thriller Bark.

Sanji had come to realize that nothing's more painfully pitiful than an unrequited love towards your crew member; towards your nakama; towards your sworn rival; towards another man.

Since Thriller Bark, he had been completely trying to convince himself that it was nothing more than a fleeting emotion of admiration. Brushing off the rush of emotions that he felt whenever he looks at the green haired swordsman.

He rationalized that it was probably just admiration towards a crew mate for his insane abilities, skills, and discipline.

A man crush so to speak. Similar to how women have a girl crush moment when seeing insanely beautiful women. But for Sanji it was because of Zoro's amazing skills and strong loyalty that made him admire the man and not Zoro's chiseled jaw, sexy muscles, and golden brown skin. They were just some of the things that Sanji admits to be attractive to most women and to most men they only wish to have.

"Don't complicate this." Zoro stated with finality before opening the door and leaving.

'Didn't even bother to look back. That motherfucker.'

Sanji stood up and flashed an irritated look on his face.

'I still need to clean this out of me.'

Making his way to the bathroom, Sanji recalled the day before the Sabaody Island incident, he'd called the swordsman to talk at the Crow's Nest and had carelessly confessed his feelings. Sanji remembered standing in anxiety, embarrassment, and fear when the swordsman stood in silence with his stoic expression. Looking back Sanji was somewhat thankful that they were all separated from each other after humiliating himself in front of the marimo.

'It was just me all along. All this time.'

Turning the shower tap on, water fell against Sanji's body like heavy rain. With eyes closed and his head turned up at the water showering and crashing down his face, the memory of reuniting with Zoro after three years played in his head. Zoro, for once, was the first to arrive at the ship which was something the blond didn't expect. After those three long years, he had a completely different look that Sanji was stunned to see. A bigger build, a different haramaki, a different outfit, and that striking new scar on his eye. Sanji thought that he'd gotten rid of all his unwanted, unrequited, and forbidden feelings but the moment he laid eyes on Zoro everything came crashing inside his heart stronger than ever like a violent sea storm. But he pulled himself together and decided that he didn't want to make another slip of the tongue, make things awkward by confessing again. So he tried to erase whatever is in his heart.

'Just kill it.'

But it was Zoro who approached him first and spoke carelessly.

"Lets just be fuck buddies."

Sanji couldn't believe what he had heard. After all these years of being apart, the idiot's response to his confession was to be fuck buddies.

Another barrage of emotions crashed inside of him. He felt his confession before was acknowledged somehow but then he realized the offensiveness of being fuck buddies when his feelings were genuine. Then he felt excited at the thought of being able to embrace Zoro but then confused if Zoro wanted to embrace him instead. He felt agitated at the new Zoro before him but also eager to get to know him on a deeper level. A part of him hoped that maybe Zoro would develop the same feelings if he waited long enough while trying to please him as his fuck buddy.

Sanji opened his bloodshot eyes, letting the water wash away the salt in his eyes and cool down the burning sensation from his eyes. But the pain only increased and he grimaced at the realization that he could no longer fool his heart nor his body. All those time Zoro fucked him like he was a toy sleeve. Sanji placed both his hands against the cold tiles of the shower wall steadying his body and stopping it from falling on the floor. He wasn't going to let himself look pitiful anymore than he already is to himself. Clenching his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut, Sanji begged himself.

'End this already.'

"You don't have to love him anymore." Sanji cried out to himself with his forehead now pressed against the cold wall tiles while the water continued to shower down.

"He doesn't love you! He loves-" blue eyes shot wide open and water continued to fall on his face and now around his eyes as he recalled scenes where Zoro's gaze would turn soft looking at their captain. And then the memory of Zoro telling him all of his conditions before having sex.

"Have your hole ready. Never speak nor call my name. Get rid of the cigarette smell. Keep your eyes closed. Keep the lights off. Keep your head turned away. No kissing. No cuddling. No promises."

And then the memory of that day which Sanji tried to erase from his brain conveniently resurfaced.

Zoro had Sanji's head pressed against an old small throw pillow despite the blond's muffled pleas to breathe, the swordsman growled at him to keep quiet as he continued to do hard thrusts. After a few struggles, Sanji was eventually able to turn his body so that he's now facing Zoro instead of being smothered against the pillow. He noticed Zoro had his brows narrowed and his eyes closed tight. When Sanji suddenly moaned out his name loudly as if calling out to him to open his eyes, Zoro immediately covered his mouth and continued to pound him until he was ready to climax, just then Sanji finally heard him speak.

"Luffy."

Sanji quickly turned cold. His gut feeling and suspicions were true all along. And the memory of that day couldn't be erased due to the trauma that was attached to it.

The water fell from his eyes in streams down to his chin.

Putain.

"You fucking asshole." He whispered begrudgingly through clattering teeth before he let more of the cold water fall down on his face and remove the hot stinging sensation in his eyes.

Sanji decided then and there that he would finally end this charade between them he just needed the right time, the right moment, and the right person to help him.

Days passed since then, Zoro still continued with his arrangement with the cook and for every other night, he would go to the same place as the cook and wait for him to finish with his nightly chores, as if monitoring him to make sure that the blond didn't run away and not show up at the Crow's Nest like he had done the following days after fucking the cook in that cramped storage room.

In the past, Zoro would usually just wait for the cook at the Crow's Nest and exactly at midnight, the cook would be there already prepared, hungry and horny. But after two weeks of the cook going MIA every night, Zoro with his pent up third leg decided to just wait for the cook at the dinning table as he finishes cleaning the dishes at the galley. This would ensure Zoro that the stupid cook had nowhere to hide to ditch their nightly routine.

Zoro felt proud of the solution that he came up with as it meant that he gets to continue fucking the cook's brain out every other night. But recently, Zoro seemed to have noticed that the blond had started acting out against him. One night, when Zoro returned to the dinning area after everyone else had retreated to their beds with their bellies full, Zoro saw the blond cook pull out a cigarette and started smoking as he cleaned the dishes.

"Don't forget no cigarette smell." Zoro spoke nonchalantly in a loud voice from the dinning table with an elbow on the table, hand cradling his head.

The cook responded with indifference, the cigarrette's flame burning intensely as the blond cook took a long and deep drag of the nicotine, then exhaling the bag of smoke from his lungs which surrounded him in a ball of smoke.

"Fucking asshole." Zoro growled.

"If you don't like it, look for someone else." Sanji dried the last plate and gently placed it away bringing the dish towel with him to dry his hands and forearm. "I'm not forcing you to have sex with me. You are." He stopped right in front of Zoro then after inhaling another lung-full of his cigarette, blew it all at the swordsman. "You're as dense as a rock in water."

And just like that Sanji walked away and decided he could go one night without taking a shower, because if he did he was afraid something might change his mind. So straight to bed he goes leaving a pent up confused marimo.

A couple of days passed and their crew met and formed an alliance with another crew. In comes Trafalgar D. Water Law. Immediately the Strawhat's captain was smitten with the Surgeon of Death for his gloomy aura and unique personality.

"Who doesn't like bread? You're hilarious!" The Strawhat's captain chimed merrily laughing his hat off.

The addition of Trafalgar Law changed some few dynamics in the ship albeit temporarily. For one, the cook had a new helper in controlling their forever hungry captain. Another, the blond cook began ignoring a certain green haired man and focusing more attention to their temporary ally making sure that he's welcomed and properly fed.

For Trafalgar Law, meeting the blond chef in person came as a surprise when his bounty photo did no justice whatsoever to his striking features. Blackleg's golden locks reminded him of Corazon specially when the cook started smoking alone by the ship's stern. Some days Law would walk up to the cook while he smokes and strikes a casual conversation.

"SAAAAANNNJIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!" A ball of rubber flesh came flying towards the blond wrapping limbs around him.

"What do you want Luffy? Dinner is still in four hours, I'm still boiling the stew meat."

"But I'm already hungryyyyy feed meeeee"

"We just had lunch go play with Usopp and Chopper. And- Let go of me will ya!" I can't breathe.

"Mugiwara, your friends are calling for you at the deck."

"Hmmm but I wanna stay here with you guysss"

"So much for relaxing."

"Sanjiiii, just a light snack pleaseeee"

"Do I have a choice?"

"SHISHISHISHI"

"You always get your way with your chef?"

"Not always." Sanji chimed rather defensively.

"Well he is the greatest cook ever so everything he does is delicious!" This made the blond cook blush with blood flowing to his cheeks to his ears and down to his neck.

"I bet." Law's low baritone and playful smirk almost made the comment suggestive when his eyes made their way to the exposed chest of the blond cook.

When both Luffy and Sanji heard the sensual tone and laugh from Trafalgar, they both looked at the man in question and saw him staring at Sanji's flushed chest with a red nipple poking its head out.

"Luffy get off of me!" Sanji panicked at the exposed tit, blood rushing more to the surface of his skin making him bright red all over.

"Torao." Luffy called out in a serious and cautious tone making Sanji flinch in shock. Law on the other hand only moved his eyes a few inches up to see mugiwara's serious face staring at him calmly. "Remember. He's my cook. I won't let you have him."

"What the fuck are you spouting you damned rubber! Let go of me!" With the blond cook as red as a boiled tomato, struggling to break free and cover himself up, the captain only tighten his hold on the cook even more causing Sanji's top to open and slid off his shoulder, further exposing his other tit.

Just then a tan hand reached from out of nowhere and pulled the young captain by his collar, dragging the cook along with him. "That's enough Luffy. Usopp and Chopper are at the deck making pizza."

"PIZZA?!!! Yaaaa-hooo!" And just like that his coiled arms unwrapped and sprung towards the deck. Leaving behind a disheveled and fuming, almost-naked blond cook.

"Oi perverted exhibitionist."

"The fuck- who are you calling a perverted exhibitionist!"

"Your meat's boiling."

"What-" What meat?!

"The stew."

"Oh... OH! Shit-"

"Sanji-ya, don't worry I got you." Law quickly interjected and called out his ability to transport them from the back of the ship to inside the galley.

"That's some pretty handy trick you got there." Zoro commented.

"Right?" Torao agreed, keeping his eyes fixed on the blond cook.

Just then Sanji was already rushing to check on his boiling pot, completely forgetting to put on his gloves due to the earlier incidents that made him flustered. He grabbed on the metal handle of the pot's lid and immediately made a hissing sound when his skin met the metal handle. Both swordsmen immediately turned their attention to the blond cook who still managed to place the lid on the sink without breaking anything. What a pro. But the two swordsmen can already smell the burnt skin from where they are just a few feet away from the cook.

Fucking hell. Can you be any more dumber?

Just then a tan hand grabbed his scorched hand and dragged him to the sink and placed his hand under the running tap water. Making sure that his hand was facing down and not up against the water so that the water would flow gently against his burnt skin.

"Blackleg, let me see." The surgeon popped out from behind, a tattooed hand sliding along his forearm from below and stopping around his wrist.

What the heck is with this situation?

Two bulky men holding onto his wrist, towering just a tiny bit above his cowering shoulders, and sandwiching him by the sink.

"I'm already applying first aid." Zoro growled.

"Yeah, and i'm telling you, you don't need to when there's already a doctor here." Suddenly a first aid kit appeared from thin air.

"Can the two of you let go of my hand! Your grip is becoming more painful that the actual burn." Both swordsmen released their grip in sync.

"So, how bad does it look to you doc?" Squirming a tiny bit at the resurfacing burning sensation, Sanji held out his palm to Law.

"Some parts have second degree burn but nothing I can't fix. Don't worry it's not as bad as it feels." Law already had the burn ointment lathered generously at the opened skin making sure to spread it out as gently as possible.

"Will it leave a scar?" Sanji looked at the parts where the burn melted his skin.

"It may. But I'll make sure that doesn't happen. Don't worry." Law was already applying a couple layers of gauze and was pulling out the rolled bandage.

"Heh, are you actually boasting right now?" Sanji chuckled after that reassurance from the surgeon.

"Why? Did that already impress you?" Law smirked as he continued to wrap the bandage around the blond's hand.

"Not quite." Sanji chuckled softly. His smile had left the surgeon in a short trance, mesmerized at his beautiful and handsome features that just compliment each other.

"Alright. I think that's enough." Just then Zoro interrupted and stepped up in front of Law. "We need to tell Chopper what just happened." He grabbed Sanji's other wrist and pulled him out of the galley.

"What the fuck for, you stupid ape?"

"Because he's our doctor."

A few days have passed since Sanji burned his palm, Zoro continues to go up to the blond asking him for some sex relief. And unfortunately, despite the blond's previous determination to finally cut off whatever they had going on, some nights Sanji is unable to resist the invitation. And tonight was one of those times. With the burn on his palm already healed, Sanji couldn't find a reason to refuse specially when he too is suffering from his urges.

Sanji's body slammed against the dinning table, his pants and boxers were already scattered on the galley floor. His light blue polo shirt missing a couple of buttons. The table thankfully was made of sturdy materials and drilled to the floor to prevent it from moving with the waves of the sea. With every urgent thrust that Zoro made, the table thudded against the cook's hips. Moans and groans echoed inside the dimly lit dinning area. The sounds of soft creaking and bodies slapping aroused both of them over the edge.

"Haa... haa... I'm so fucking close." Zoro groaned as his thrusts slowly turned erratic and desperate.

"I'm coming..." Sanji whispered in between breaths. All of a sudden, Zoro grabbed a handful of the blond's locks and pulled on it to expose the cook's neck where Zoro left a wide bite mark. Sucking and nibbling anywhere of the exposed skin.

'So fucking tasty.'

With one final thrust and bite, both of them came undone, bodies spasming and squirting out their loads.

'What the fuck-' Sanji yelled to himself in his brain. 'That was unbelievable.'

"You still alive down there idiot?" Zoro croaked, his rough baritone sending chills down Sanji's gut.

"Shut up and pull out now." Sanji groaned slowly, "Damn ape."

When Zoro had finished dressing up, Sanji was left on the wooden floorboards covered in sweat, cum, and a thin crinkled blanket.

"What the fuck am I doing?" Sanji started looking for his cigarettes beneath the pieces of clothing around him with his head down, blond hair covering the pained expression on his face. "This is so unromantic." He scoffed a pained laughter before lighting a cigarette.

Just when Zoro was about to go out of the galley, Sanji finally exhaled loudly all the pain, fear, and smoke in his system.

"This is the last time." Sanji exclaimed before inhaling another drag with his trembling hand.

"What?" Zoro turned around and felt a sudden pang in his chest when he finally sees what he had done and left behind in a hurry. Sanji full of bruises on his pale white body, covered in sweat and cum, puffing out a lung-full of smoke. The sight brought some sense into Zoro and the realization of what Sanji had just said.

"This arrangement. It's over. I'm done." Another lung-full of smoke blew out from his mouth.

Zoro's guilt was short-lived as anger quickly took over the swordsman's chest. "How convenient. Now that a new dick joined our crew you suddenly decide to throw the old dick aside." Zoro spat coldly as he slowly marches back towards the blond cook on the floor.

"Fucking motherfucker. This has nothing to do with him! And everything to do with you!" Sanji spat back as he flicked the remaining stick still lit at Zoro's face.

Zoro didn't even flinch at the burning stick flying at his face. Not even when it hit him on his left eyebrow and left a small burn mark.

Sanji flinched when he realized Zoro didn't avoid the cigarette. "What the fuck you were suppose to avoid that!" Just as he had yelled that out he quickly bit his tongue and looked away from Zoro.

"Are you going to replace me with the doctor?"

"That's not why I'm ending this with you!"

"Then why are you?"

"The fact that you don't know is the reason!"

"Fucking hell with that girly personality of yours! Stop acting like a fucking woman when you have that thing dangling between your legs!"

Sanji snapped. This Zoro is not the Zoro he fell in love with. This Zoro is everything that Sanji loathes in another human being. Degrading women is one thing that Sanji will not stand for.

"Stop." Sanji let out an exhausted breath, "Just stop. Nothing will change even if you know the reason. I won't change my mind anymore."

"Fine. You're not even like Luffy! You're-"

Before Zoro could even finish, he'd already been thrown to the other end of the room. And when Zoro realized what had happened, guilt overflowed from his chest. What felt like a kick on the face turned out to be a punch. The cook had used his hand to hit him. In all the times that they had fought with and against each other, Zoro had never seen Sanji use his hands to land a blow.

"You don't get to say that to me!" Sanji was fuming, his blue eyes now burning and bloodshot in anger and pain as tears ran down both sides of his face.

In a matter of seconds, Zoro was left alone in a rubble of wrecked wooden crates with a bruised cheek and a slightly guilty conscience.