Authors Note: Yo there, peeps! Chapter 2, since I had some reviews telling me to continue and...I guess I kinda wanted to anyway! It started off as a one-shot, now it's two chapters, and it OBVIOUSLY can't end where I've left it so...

Hope you enjoy~

Walking through the dimly lit forest with the little beams of the rising sun shooting shards of light onto the ferny floor, the two nakama

were carefully picking their way over the precarious foliage.
Sanji lead the way, his hands in his pockets, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. His face was flushed and pink - from the heat, of course. It had NOTHING to do with the marimo. Absolutely. Nothing.
Dragged from his all-consuming thoughts, Sanji sensed an odd feeling of...loneliness.

"O-oi?!" Sanji swirled around, his eyes darting to where he was SURE Zoro had been following him. Predictably, there was no Marimo.

"Typical..." Sanji groaned, raising his slender fingers to his hair. He cleared his throat.

"MMMMMAAARRRIIMMMOOOOOO! OOOOOOO-IIIIIIII! Where the hell are yo-"

"What the fuck, cook? I'm right here." Zoro raised his arms above his head in mock surrender, stepping out from behind Sanji, a look of confusion and...something else...on his face.

"Eh?" Sanji looked at Zoro in utter confusion. " What the - Oi. Don't disappear like that, idiot. " Sanji grumbled, trying to hide the pink blush growing steadily on his cheeks. He strode off purposefully through the foliage.

The swordsman smirked.

"Don't back-pedal, dumbass." He said, following." You just panicked at the thought of being without me, right?"

Sanji stopped, and his fists clenched. He craned his neck slowly.

"What was that, idiot-marimo? You're just too damn well camouflaged in all this green. Get some normal hair, will ya'?"

Drawing level with the cook, Zoro held his pleased smile as Sanji averted his eyes. Refusing to make any kind of eye-contact or acknowledge the man drawing closer to him. Raising his fingers to Sanji, Zoro turned the face towards him, forcing him to look.
He saw could feel the burning cheeks, see the panicked eye, and hear the slightly heavy breathing Sanji was trying to hide.

"Don't turn away..." Zoro mumbled, leaning in slowly, still holding Sanji's chin in his fingers. The cook's legs had already melted and he let himself get drawn forward into Zoro's arms, and into his lips..

"How can such a big brute be so...gentle?" Sanji wondered, letting himself become enveloped in Zoro's warmth.

The swordsman's tongue, once past Sanji's lips, became ferocious. It plunged deep into the cook's mouth, devouring every corner of the cavern before pulling out desperately for air with a loud stood there panting for a moment, Zoro's arms gripping the cook's waist and neck possessively, staring intently into the one shimmering, blue eye.

Sanji couldn't stop himself staring at Zoro's lips. They were so kissable...

TOO DAMN KISSABLE!

Sanji forced his gaze up into the fiery eyes, wanting him, needing him.

"Idiot, m-marimo. Didn't I tell you we were in a no-sex relationship until you learnt some manners?..." Sanji paused - he didn't have enough will power to carry on and ignore his need for his swordsman. But this one needed rules.

"I can't help it... " The swordsman breathed lustfully onto Sanji's lips."There's no way I'm gonna suppress my desire for you. Why should I?"

His hands slid slowly down Sanji's waist, and slipped themselves onto his ass - softy, but firmly. He pulled their bodies closer and Sanji shivered. Sanji glared, his whole face mad.

"Don't be such an asshole, Zoro! Be more like you want it, rather than you're gonna violate me just to feed your primal instincts like some damn tiger!"

Zoro pressed his lips once against the cook's mouth in a soft kiss.

"I want you..."

Another kiss.

"I need you..."

And another.

"So why can't I have you?"

"..."

Sanji couldn't help himself.

Fuck manners - marimos don't have the genes for 'em anyway...

"What do I do with a boy like yo-?!"

Before Sanji had even got the words out, Zoro was grinding his hips roughly against him, slamming his tongue - expertly, yet savagely - down the cook's throat. Sanji couldn't stifle the moan he'd been holding in ever since he'd left the beach. Zoro's hands massaged the skin on the backs of Sanji's thighs, and he slowly moved his hands, still kneading, upwards.

Sanji could barely process all the different ways he was being aroused - hot, wet, desperate lips attacking his throat, hands groping along his thighs and backside, an agonizingly brilliant grinding against his groin...

"Zoro..." he panted, breaking the kiss roughly and wetly. "I-if you keep doing that - I'll be - done just from - you touching me..."

He shouldn't have said anything.

"Mmm? Well, now that's interesting..." Zoro growled, slowly driving his fingers under Sanji's shirt, reaching up to play with a hard nipple.

"ARGH! N-no...Zoro - don't!" Sanji jolted, the attention on his chest sending ripples of excitement coursing down to his already throbbing groin. "I-I really can't take it..."

The swordsman grinned evilly.

"Try it."

And with that, Zoro threw his free hand forward, and grabbed Sanji's penis through his pants. He began rolling, massaging, groping and kneading violently...Sanji threw his head back in shock.

And with that, he let out a loud, long, lust-driven moan, screaming out as he came, with Zoro not far behind him.

Nami paced to and fro, her heels clicking rhythmically on the wooden planks of the cabin. Robin sat on her bed, and lent on the pillow, a soft, tender smile sitting on her lips. Nami, on the other hand, was glaring furiously. She looked completely perplexed - panicked - and was insensible to anything around her.

"Robin, what do we do?"

"Well-"

"I mean, we can't just LET IT BE, right?"

"I think tha-"

"But what if they just deny it? Then WE'RE the ones doing something underhand...this is terrible, Robin, terrible..."

Robin wasn't sure whether it was worth her trying to speak again. Nami turned silent, a little bead of sweat trickling down her cheek.

"Nami?"

"...they'd better pay me, or..."

"Nami." Robin said sharply, her voice turning orderly and decisive. Nami stopped pacing, and looked at her nakama for the first time since they'd boarded.

"Listen, Navigator-san. What we have heard today has led you to jump to rash conclusions."

"But, R-Robin," Nami stuttered, extending her arms matter-of-factly, "Didn't you hear what Luffy sa-".

"I did. He said that he had seen swordsman-san and cook-san 'cuddling'."

Nami nodded emphatically.

" 'Cuddling' and 'fucking' are two very different things." Robin said, brazenly. "We are all nakama, and trust each other implicitly. Isn't it
possible that those two ended up cuddling like that in their sleep, subconsciously?"

Nami blushed from how 'straight to the point' Robin was.

"I-I guess. But what about the...moan..."she mumbled, embarrassed ."I'd know Sanji's voice anywhere."

Robin nodded.

"Yes, I believe it WAS cook-san we heard..."she trailed off, thinking. All of a sudden, she looked up. "We need to find out, I know that.
I have an idea, navigator-san but it involves patience, and, best of all, secrecy." She smiled, her long eyelashes hiding the gleam in her eyes.

Nami's eyes started to perk up, and she sat down on the bed next to her friend.

"Go on, Robin..." she whispered excitedly.

This was gonna be fun.