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 (what do I do with a boy like you? L-like you?)
With a boy like you
It was now official. The cook and swordsman were dating; both feeling happy and loved. Ace and Nami, however, were seriously pissed off when they told them. Not that they weren't happy, but the two friends already knew how the new couple felt about each other. Nami claimed to have told Zoro to just tell Sanji, as did Ace, but neither listened, which resorted to a petty game that only hurt themselves in the long run.
Not much seemed to change between Sanji and Zoro. They still fought constantly and insulted each other, but usually a quick peck on the lips followed afterwards. Nami sighed from her place on Ace's couch, watching the two start another argument from the kitchen. She knew this would happen eventually, but she wasn't mentally prepared for it. Ace appeared to be in the same situation, but Luffy only continued to bothered the older D. brother, flaring his irritation.
"Damn it, marimo! It's only been two days and you already made me sick of looking at you!"
"Same to you, shit-cook! What makes you think your eyebrows don't repulse the stomach?!"
"DAMN IT, LUFFY! WE HAVE NO MORE MEAT!" The sudden yelled snapped the couple out of their quarrel, eyes shifting over to the fuming fire starter. Ace cleared his throat in embarrassment; he never lost his temper so easily before. Luffy innocently blinked up at him, beginning to pick his nose with his pinky finger. Well, at least the boy didn't seem emotionally affected by the out burst. Sanji backed away from his boyfriend to glance at Ace worriedly. Were they stressing him out that much?
"Uh, I...I'll finish cooking. Oi, marimo, go...talk to Nami-swan or something," the blonde muttered under his breath. Zoro gave a small nod, understanding the problem instantly. While Sanji gave all of his attention to the stove, the swordsman strolled over to his best friend, taking a seat beside her. Nami groaned as she glared at him, rubbing her temple. What was about to come out of the idiot's mouth?
"Sanji, can you explain something to me?" Luffy suddenly asked, surprising everyone and abandoning his gold mining. Sanji scowled, doing his best to remember that Ace didn't need extra stress. As much as he refused, he knew Luffy was press and press until he broke. With a low grunt, Sanji signaled him to ask.
"After like some months, how did "it" finally work?" the boy said, freezing the blonde in his movements. Damn it, he didn't want to say something like that while Zoro was here! He didn't know what to expect from the moss head; mocking, boasting, ego-stroking? The swordsman didn't need anymore of those ammunitions.
Zoro raised an eyebrow, a smirk threatening to invade his mouth. This was quite interesting to hear, indeed. "Months?" the marimo parroted slyly. Sanji growled, daring the boy to reveal anything else. But Luffy's attention was on the swordsman, grinning from ear to ear.
The boy giggled, "Yeah! Sanji's had that plan since July. He even kept track of super specific stuff-"
"Luffy," Sanji yelled.
"-like when you guys would hug-"
"Luffy!"
"-or accidentally touch hands-"
"LUFFY!"
"Oh! And he even called you "Zoro-chan" and did a funny dance when you weren't around!" The cook tried his best to strangle the boy, his face covered in a deep shade of red. The room was filled with the swordsman's howling laughter, along with Luffy half-assed whines. Ace pried the blonde off of his brother with ease, earning a disappointed huff. The marimo's amusement soon died down (but it took way to long), breathing out a content hum. Nami rolled her eyes, it was her turn to grin now, wasn't it?
"Oh, Zoro. Why are you laughing? I think I remember the first time you guys met..."
"Bitch, don't you dare say another word," the swordsman snarled, only to have a hot spatula pierce the back of his head. Hissing, Zoro attempted to rub away the stinging while the cook ranted on about disrespecting a beautiful creature. Nami nodded, tapping her chin as a coy smile slowly grew.
"I believe it went like this..."
Ace and Sanji eyed a sea of people from the bar two friends hardly got to go out because of their busy schedules, but today was an exception. It was probably nine o'clock at night; neither guy had a watch on them and the pub's clock never worked like it should have. Zeff had given Sanji the night off, and Ace's job at the foundry thought he deserved a day off from the unbearable heat. With their beers in hand, the two men began chatting casually about their extended social lives.
"Yeah, Marco actually had the nerve to suggest his junk as my payment. Saying I would get an extra bone-us," Ace scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. The blonde smirked; he knew his friend couldn't deny an offer like that from his long-term crush.
"Shut up. I know you didn't get those bruises on your wrists from the machines," the cook pointed out matter-of-factly, receiving a gurgled choke. Laughing, Sanji was about to take a swig from his glass when, suddenly, his shoulder was roughly bumped. The blonde glanced behind him irritably, only to have the culprit sit directly beside him. This guy ran a tanned hand through his grass colored hair, not noticing the annoyed Sanji. How could this bastard be so rude?
"Oi, you ass. Say excuse me," the cook barked. The man only told the bartender to give him a certain drink, deliberately ignoring Sanji. Growling, the blonde let his beer go long enough to harshly grab the other's shoulder, forcing him to pat attention. Well, that originally was his plan until he heard sniffling. Was this guy...crying?
Said man glanced in Sanji's direction slightly, revealing the corner of a bloodshot golden eye. The man fully faced him with no sign of tears, but other signs that proved he was bawling. The eyes, the stuffy-sounding nose, the utter depression etched within his features. Sanji abruptly felt like the ass now.
"Oi, man. I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in a bad mood," the blonde explained. The guy grunted, downing a shot glass of vodka in the blink of an eye. Sanji felt bad for him as he watched him drink, It was like watching a camel fill up its hump with water. Also, he never would have thought someone as handsome as him would be an alcoholic. Normally, alcohol would ruin your looks over time, but this guy is obviously a professional, and doesn't look the lest bit affected. Wait, why was a ladies man thinking something like this? If anything, he should hook him up with Ace.
"I don't need your pity," the man said after a while. Sanji raised an eyebrow, scowling fiercely. Damn, he was trying to apologize here! An orange haired goddess sat beside the depressed guy, carrying two more glasses. She was absolutely vivid; her bright red dress clung helplessly to her body perfectly, flashing her smooth curves. Sanji's eyes bulged into hearts as he was about to swoon, but the man beside him growled first.
"Stupid witch, always flirting," he stated glumly, downing another shot. The blonde snarled at him, sending a sharp kick in the man's back. Said man grunted in pain and spun around to face him, a half-assed frown trying to look menacing. In reality, he looked too cute to Sanji, though he was trying his damnedest to seem mean. The cook knew he was probably too sad to put up a tough front.
"Watch it, curly que. If you want her, just take her," the man announced, downing yet another drink.
"Damn it, Zoro! I'm not yours to just give away, you know," the woman sneered. Sanji watched as they threw specific insults at each other for what seemed like hours, until the woman huffed in frustration.
"Zoro, I'm going home. If you get lost, I don't give a shit! Walk, bastard," the goddess stomped out of the bar, leaving the green haired man alone. Sanji remained quiet; he wanted to comfort him, but what was he suppose to say after that?
"Uh, you okay?" It was the best the cook could do at this point. It all relied on whether the man wanted to even be bothered with him. To his surprise, the guy folded his arms and rested his head on top of them, looking directly into Sanji's blue eyes. Now, the man was even more adorable, if it was humanly possible.
"We...don't mean it," Zoro said lowly, "We never do. Nami's still parked out front; I know it." Zoro's voice was like silk, and Sanji was starting to like listening to it. Suddenly, a small tear left one of Zoro's eyes, falling down his tanned cheek. The blonde didn't know what to do. There were probably tons of other people crying in the bar, but he only wanted to help Zoro out of them all. Why was he so drawn to this guy? Sanji wasn't normally a considerate person when it came to feelings.
"Do...you want to talk about it?" What the hell was he doing? Getting on Zoro's bad side, that's what. Why was he prying in on the guy's life? For all he knew, someone could have passed away, or got terribly ill. No one would want to talk about that to a stranger.
"Today is the anniversary of my friend's death," Zoro clarified, sitting up straight to take another shot. Sanji cringed inwardly, debating on whether to continue or not. Great, now every time March 29th passes, he'll think of the man's sad face. Sanji didn't want the other to be sad, though he had no clue as to why.
He eventually found himself saying, "Come to the Baratie whenever you get the chance. I'll cook you something for free."
"You mean that stuck up, snooty restaurant You work there?"
"It's not stuck up, you damn marimo. And I'm part owner of it. So, yeah, come any time you want," the cook closely observed how Zoro twitched at "marimo", giving himself a pat on the back. Regardless, it didn't seem he turned him down. Zoro stood up from the bar stool, paying for both him and Nami's drinks before turning to Sanji and grinning. The blonde felt something flutter in his stomach just looking at the perfect smile. "Zoro," he said, out stretching his hand.
"Sanji."
The marimo left, heading to Nami's car in front of the building. Nami buckled her seat belt as Zoro climbed inside, doing the same. She was still pretty pissed that he tried to give her away willingly, but knew that he'd slice anyone that touched her. She noticed the swordsman had very flushed cheeks, which certainly wasn't from the alcohol. Smirking, Nami started the car.
"So, he invited you to his restaurant, huh?" Zoro's eye widened, mouth slightly open in awe. How the hell did she know that?
"I didn't actually leave until you stood up," she claimed, smugness never vanishing. Grunting, the marimo nodded, hoping that the blush didn't confirm anything else. If he had to admit it, he liked the blonde. A little too much, considering they just met. He doubted that he liked men, especially if the way he defended Nami and ogled at her proved anything. The Baratie, huh? Zoro guessed that's where he'll be going for lunch tomorrow.
"The blush didn't leave his face until I dropped him off. It's like if I thought the word "Sanji" and looked at him, it would come back in a second!" Nami laughed, ignoring the constant curses beside her. Damn witch, just couldn't keep her mouth shut? The cook, however, was having a field day with this new information. The swordsman blushing just at the thought of him? Sure, he was the world's number one stalker, but who knew Zoro's blush reflex loved him so much?
"Well, well, well, Zoro-chan. Who knew we wasted all those months?" the blonde teased, knowing the angry reaction he would receive. The room fell silent; no yells, denials, no words in general. Nami's howling laughter startled everyone as she pointed an accusing finger at the swordsman, who was whispering threats. Ace soon joined in when he realized what happened, along with Luffy. Confused, Sanji set the wooden spoon down and stalked over to the couch. Zoro stood up suddenly and tried to dash to another room, but Nami had a tight grip on his arm.
"Oi, what are you guys...?" Sanji trailed off as the swordsman attempted to shove the orange hair off, turning around and revealing a face wide blush. Zoro's entire face was a deep shade of red, making Sanji smirk and wonder how his body even still had strength to stand since all his blood was in his cheeks. Roronoa Zoro: a frequent blusher. Sanji chuckled, staring at Zoro's mortified, embarrassed expression.
Luffy smiled widely, glancing at Ace before stating, "I'm happy they can do this around each other now." The older D. brother appeared taken aback at his brother's serious words, but soon smiled warmly. As he watched the two teased each other, and then peck loving, he couldn't help but agree.
The swordsman huffed irritably, crossing his arms and pouting. It wasn't his fault; it just...happens sometimes. As Sanji laughed, the marimo got his revenge. "Oi," he called to everyone, gaining their attention. Zoro then grabbed Sanji's waist and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. The blonde refused at first, but always fell victim to the magical lips. When they pulled away, even the tips of the cook's ears were red in humiliation. Grinning, the swordsman sat back down beside Nami, pointing out that he wasn't the only one who blushes easily. Upon hearing this, Sanji frowned. The bastard did that for revenge and nothing more?
The blonde sulked back into the kitchen to tend to the Mac and Cheese, hearing his best friends chat and laugh in the background. The deep voice of his lover made him smile a little, despite how much of an ass he was. His verbal fight with Nami soon flared up for the third time this evening, causing that smile to fade.
What the hell was he going to do with him?