What do I do

With a boy, with a boy like you?

Got me lost, got me hooked

Now I'm so confused

Was this apart of your plan?

I don't really understand

What to do, what to do

With a boy like you

Ace stared a certain blonde down with disapproval, pointing to Nami's love seat across from her couch. Sanji had to admit that he hadn't counted on Zoro getting so fucked up just from half a bottle of alcohol. The swordsman slept like he was in a coma, which frightened Nami to no end. Zoro had to be carried back to Nami's house, giving no indication that he was even alive, except for shallow breathing. Ace and Sanji stayed the night at Nami's house for Zoro's sake, taking turns watching over him in case he stirred. As the left Alabasta, Sanji could feel Robin's eyes boring into his back with what he assumed to be betrayal. He didn't blame her though; he deserved it.

The cook sat down at a safe distance away from the fuming D. brother, whose eyes never left him. "Sanji," he began, "Do you realize what you gave Zoro?"

Honestly, he didn't even glance at the label, but judging from the tone of Ace's voice, he could tell it was life threatening. Sanji gravely shook his head, expecting a powerful burst of rage to be thrown at him. However, Ace said nothing. The blonde had a feeling the other wasn't going to talk until he actual looked at him, which was fine. Sanji could stay there all night if it meant he didn't have to suffer his wrath.

"Sanji," Ace growled, tipping the brim of his hat.

The cook flinched at the sharpness, but couldn't bring himself to speak. He did peer up eventually, only to be scared shitless by the fiery eyes of the devil himself. Ace's glare must have intensified the longer Sanji avoided it. It was a good thing Nami wasn't in the room; she didn't need to be subjected to what was about to come.

"What you gave him was a very strong Russian drink. Some people just smell it and get tipsy. Zoro drank half a damn bottle of it. He's so drunk, it'll be a damn miracle if he wakes up in two days. I know you wanted to get some kind of reaction from him, but couldn't you have just used regular alcohol? Did you really have to go through such a dangerous length? And I'm sad to tell you that he may not even remember what happened yesterday night. Hell, he may not even remember who were are! I'm not saying that your little "it" experiment was the wrong thing to do, but I'm not saying that you should have used that kind of tactic either." Ace reluctantly stood up from the couch, not sparing Sanji another look as he went to check on Nami.

H{}H

Zoro awoke, Ace was completely over-exaggerating, the next morning. It was on Sanji's watch, which made the blonde extremely nervous. What was he suppose to say if the marimo asked about his raging headache? "I got you to drink a strong ass Russian death sentence, we kissed, and you cheated on me with the wall afterwards"? Not something that should be attempted. The swordsman grunted as he sat up, pushing the blanket off in the process. Once his eyes opened, the cook smiled bashfully at him. Sanji weakly waved, earning a weird expression from Zoro, who returned with equal enthusiasm.

"Cook, what happened? How did we get back to Nami's?" the swordsman asked, looking around the room. Sanji paled, though he was kind of expecting him not to recall everything. Still, he wondered what would have happened if he did.

Zoro woke up groaning at his terrible headache. He scratched his head as he blinked away the morning crust in his eyes. The blonde beside his bed smiled and waved cheerfully at him, happy that he was finally awake. Zoro stared at him for a long period of time before frowning, eyebrow raising into a green forest of hair. It was quiet between them for what seemed like hours until an pissed off swordsman lunged out of bed, fists aiming for the cook's nose.

"Dart-brow," Zoro called, rubbing his temple. Sanji snapped out of his thoughts to glance at an irritated marimo. Should he say anyway? No, like he said before, he liked his nose. Sanji shook his head, "You passed out and we brought here to rest, idiot. You're always going on about your amazing drinking ability, so you tell me what happened." Then, the blonde saw something he never saw until last night. Zoro averted his gaze to the bed sheets, blushing furiously. Sanji could tell he was pissed and embarrassed at the same time, his face could never hide that.

Regardless, the marimo got out of bed like it was nothing. Sanji grabbed his forearm and yanked him back down on the mattress. Zoro flopped back down limply, obviously still too weak to fight back.

"What the hell?" he growled. The cook let go of him, as much as he didn't want to, and pointed menacingly at him. "You, stay there. I'm getting Nami and Ace. They were worried when the alcohol finally did to you what it does to everybody else," Sanji explained. In the inside, he was disappointed that the hopeful outcome didn't occur, but that kiss last night was definitely worth it. He supposed he'd just have to try again. The blonde smiled evilly as he left the room, and even let a dark chuckle follow. Zoro's eyebrow twitched in confusing, and, honestly, fear.

Ace was still asleep on the couch, as it was five A.M., snoring loudly. Sanji knew better than to startle his best friend awake, seeing as the last time ended up with him getting flung across the room. Gently, he tapped the D. brother's shoulder, making him shift. "Ace," he said sweetly, "Ace, get your ass up. Zoro's up."

When nothing happened, Sanji tried a different tactic. "Ace," he tried again, "there's a bonfire in front of the house."

"OHMYGOD, REALLY?!" Ace shot up automatically, rushing over to the nearest window. The blonde rolled his eyes; that fucking arsonist. Once Ace realized that there, indeed, was no fire anywhere near the house, he turned back to Sanji with pouted lips. Before the fire starter could complain, the cook spoke, "Zoro's up." WIth that, Ace was up the stairs in less than a breath. Sanji hoped that Ace had the common sense not to tell Zoro what really happened last night, but knowing his good nature, it was likely the swordsman would stomp downstairs to deliver the long over due punch.

Zoro grunted in pain. He refused to believe he had gotten drunk. Hell, he'd rather believe a circus clown came into the club and clocked him with a dinosaur bone. He tried to remember what happened when he was drunk, which left his lips with an odd tingling sensation. He remembered the cook giving him a huge bottle, using the cook for support, making the cook fall, snuggling with the cook on the couch...Zoro blushed, clearing his throat forcibly.

...potentially making out with the cook.

Ace busted into the room suddenly, not even bothering to get Nami first. The swordsman flinched, trying to will the blush away. The last thing he needed was even more criticism. The D. brother smiled at him and tightly hugged him, distracting Zoro from his head for a moment. He was too tired to push the other off, so he settled to threaten him instead. "Ace, move."

The happy man obeyed, but didn't stop flashing a goofy smile. Laying a hand on Zoro's shoulder, he smirked knowingly. He couldn't help but ask. "So, you remember, huh?"

"Wh-How'd you know?" the marimo choked out.

"There's no hiding that blush, mate," Ace said. The marimo groaned in annoyance as he slapped his cheeks, cursing his emotions. Ace chuckled, but said nothing. Zoro stood up from the bed again, now that a certain blonde wasn't there to force him back down. His bones cracked as he stretched every stiff spot, which was pretty much everywhere on his damn body. A painful cramp stung in his neck, almost as if he fell on it. What did he sleep on after he passed out, a brick wall? Oh, wait, that's right. And, oh, wait. Oh, God, he actually kissed Sanji. And he enjoyed it, too. Come to think of it, the cook seemed to as well. Confusion must have been obviously displayed on his face because Ace frowned at him, crossing his arms.

"You...regret it?"

Zoro spun around to the other, glaring daggers. Although, he had no idea why he was angry; he didn't regret at all. This reaction just came naturally when talking about the cook. Despite his pride, he allowed his head to fiercely shake, glad that he wasn't looking directly at Ace and instead at his ankle socks. The D. brother grinned, clapping his hands together in relief.

"Zoro, it's against my better judgement to break a promise," Ace announced, "but I feel like you should know this. Sanji likes you. A whole damn lot, too. But he didn't know if you felt the same. If you do, and I know you do, then you should go talk to him. Unless you want to end up drunk off your ass again."

"Wait, the fuck?" Zoro growled. Ace panicked; he thought the swordsman had a huge crush on the blonde, just like Nami suspected also. Everyone knew it, except the two people in question. Well, the D. brother felt terrible for assuming something like that, but right now he felt ten times worse. If Zoro didn't feel the same, Ace had put everything of Sanji's out there, and the blonde might not even get a chance with him.

"That fucking cook...he got me drunk?" the marimo asked in a quiet voice. Ace appeared taken aback. He clearly wasn't expecting that reason to be mad about. Zoro suddenly looked the other in the eyes, smirking dubiously. Oh, no. No, no, no. Zoro wasn't going to let the cook get the best of him. Yes, he'll admit that he likes the blonde in the exact same way; he always did. But now, he wasn't going to give in so willingly anymore. Ace seemed to be a little freaked out at the swordsman's constant stare, beginning to nervously laugh and back away. Zoro hadn't even realized he was still smirking. At this, the smug look fell into expressionless.

"Ace, I need your help with something," the marimo claimed.

H{}H

Sanji's heart continued to ache even after Zoro stormed out of Nami's house without one word. He took out his anger on Ace, assuming that the fire obsessed man had something to do with the swordsman's attitude. When Ace clarified that he didn't, Sanji couldn't help but feel defeated. Did Zoro remember after all? If so, did the blonde just lose his chance?

Nami came stalking angrily down the stairs once her front door was slammed. She didn't even bother to ask, she could feel the tense vibe. However, she did hit Sanji with all her might, causing him to wince. She yelled and cursed about different but relevant topics like "Making Zoro mad," "Fucking up your love life," and "You're both idiots." Sanji did nothing but nod his head as she screamed at him. He agreed with everything. Yes, he knew his plan was kind of a longshot, but figured it would be the best way to find out if Zoro liked him instead of flat-out asking. Asking seemed too embarrassing.

It was only two days later that a neutral looking marimo showed up at his apartment. Zoro was dressed in his regular clothes (a red and white striped T-shirt and black slacks) so apparently he had no classes today. Sanji just stared at him like he was an alien from the Moon until the swordsman pushed his way past. Why is he here? Sanji thought repeatedly in fear. Had he come to get revenge? Zoro sat down on the couch, knowing that the blonde didn't have work today, so he could start his version of "it" now. Part of his plan was to make Sanji feel uncomfortable and guilty, which is exactly what the cook's aura was giving off. Hesitantly, the blonde made his way over to his friend, taking a seat across from him. Zoro gave him an intense scowl, but remained quiet. Tired of the silence, Sanji finally bit out, "Anything you wan-"

"Fuck up. You know damn well why I'm here, don't you?" The cook chose not to answer that. So, the marimo probably did want revenge after all? There was no way you'd act like that if you were about to confess to someone. Zoro grinned to himself, seeing Sanji's surprised and nervous reaction. The second part of "it" was sending mixed signals. Now, he had no idea how to send hot and cold messages, so he was expecting some awkward things to come flying out of his mouth. But for the time being, he was fine if it succeeded.

"You did a dumbass thing, but I should have expected this from you. Getting me drunk? Bra-fucking-vo, ero-cook. What did you achieve in that? Getting a good feel of me, and then making me hate you the next day? Is that one of your perverted fantasies? People like you are disgusting, taking advantage of others like that. Don't even talk to me for the rest of the month. I don't wanna see your face after what happened," Zoro declared, standing up. He could practically see the tension in the other's body flaring, threatening to make a Sanji statue. Now, for the grand finale.

The marimo reached out for the blonde's face and smashed their lips together. The cook didn't try to fight back, mouth slightly open out of shock and puzzlement, giving Zoro a chance to slip his tongue inside his hot mouth. The wet, slippery feeling was amazing, but Zoro had to remember that he had a goal here and upped his self-control. Keeping a good grip on his cheeks, the swordsman pressed even harder, making the kiss more deep and lip-crushingly painful, but just enough to linger on the pleasurable side. When the blonde finally began to react, he was too late, for the marimo had already pulled away, and then unexpectedly slapped him hard. The searing pain in Sanji's cheek was enough to make his eyes water instantly. Zoro lightly kissed his cheek, causing him to jumped from the sudden act of tenderness, only to immediately get slapped across the other cheek. It was then that the swordsman stormed out of the apartment, making sure to slam the door as hard as he could, neighbors, once again, being damned.

Sanji gently patted his stinging cheek in disbelief. If crying wasn't an option, he'd most likely would have gone through five packs of cigarettes. The tears slowly ran down his face, making him hiss from the burning sensation. As he silently cried, what the fuck just happened? voiced itself in his head.

Ace unlocked the truck for Zoro to climb straight in after he came out from the building. The D. brother observed the swordsman's body language, not needing to ask how it went because he knew he would be told. The marimo grinned and he buckled his eat belt and eased back into the car seat. "Well?" Ace pressed.

"If what I just did wasn't the most awkward, confusing, aggressive, and fucked up thing in history, I would gladly give up my life," Zoro sighed.