Sanji had just gotten home from bar-tending and was relaxing, watching some food network while sipping on wine when the house phone rang.

"Hello?" Sanji asked as he turned down the volume on the TV down, but not taking his eyes off what the chef was doing, making some mental notes.

"Ah, Sanji. Is Nami or Robin there? I have a bit of a problem and Nami is not answering her mobile." Brook laughed lightly on the other side of the line.

"They're both out tonight," Sanji started slowly, a bit curious as to why Brook needed one of the girls or wasn't making a stupid joke. "what do you need exactly?"

"Well, I'm currently working you see and I cant leave, but Zoro here has collapsed and is in a unfit state to drive." he said lightly.

"Is he hurt again? Why didn't you call Chopper first?"

"I believe he just needs rest, would you be so kind as to drive him home?"

"What do you mean he just needs rest? Whats wrong with the idiot? And why do I have to get him again?"

"I believe he might be...drunk. I think it would be best that he goes home before he hurts himself."

"Hurts himself? Doing what?" Sanji asked skeptically.

"Well, he's having trouble walking and keeps getting distracted by bright lights." Brook finished his sentence with another laugh.

"Ugh, fine I'll be there in a few, where are you?" Sanji asked tiredly, leave it to the marimo to ruin his relaxing night without even being there. He memorized the directions as Brook said them.

"He's on the curb with a friend he has made, I'll wait with him a few more minutes, but I mustn't keep my audience waiting!" Brook laughed loudly again. Why did he laugh so loudly all the goddamn time?

"Alright. See ya Brook." Sanji hung up and grabbed Robin's spare keys, she usually left her car when she went to Franky's, for emergencies.

Sanji arrived at the bar in about five minutes, speeding of course, he didn't understand why he had to go so slow, he never got even close to an accident, twenty above the limit or not.

He drove by Zoro, Brook, and the guy holding Zoro up as he pulled in to the parking lot. He left the car on as he walked to Brook.

"Zoro, your ride has come." Brook smiled hugely at Zoro and he looked up at Sanji. His eyes widened before they narrowed in confusion.

"What about Nami?" he asked, looking back to Brook.

"She wouldn't answer her phone, I'm terribly sorry but I must be on my way." he bowed over dramatically and ran off towards the bar laughing.

"Oh. Are we going to go get her?" Zoro asked Sanji.

"Whats with your obsession with Nami all the sudden bastard? Come on lets go." Sanji jerked his thumb back at the car.

"I like Nami."

"That better not mean what I think it does." Sanji said threateningly, glowering down at Zoro.

"What? I like her, she's like a sister to me you know!" Zoro said defensively.

"Yeah? Because someone like Nami could never actually be related to a slob like you. Now lets go, I want to go home." Sanji said irritably.

Zoro started to stand before he stumbled and fell again. "My legs still feel weird." he looked angrily at his legs, like he could threaten them to stand.

Sanji sighed heavily and pulled exasperatedly at his hair before he made his way over to Zoro and lifted him by the arm. He pulled Zoro's arm over his shoulder and put a hand around his back to his side.

The man who was sitting next Zoro stood as well and brushed of his pants.

"Ah, sorry for troubling you with this green haired drunkard." Sanji said with a nod towards the man as he walked to Robin's car, practically dragging Zoro beside him.

He pushed Zoro into the passenger seat and slammed the door in his face. He went around to the drivers side and sat in his own seat, buckling his seat belt.

As he pulled out of the parking lot he saw Zoro's friend glare at him darkly before stomping off.

Sanji blinked in surprise before he shrugged it off and continued driving, much slower now for fear of giving the drunk marimo motion sickness in his lovely Robin's car.

"Is Nami really not coming?" Zoro asked staring out the window at the street lights passing above them.

Sanji ignored him, hoping he would stop his pointless drunk ramblings.

"She's actually pretty cool, she was really nice that one day."

Sanji sighed and tuned him out completely. Really, why did Zoro, who drank all the alcohol in the house in one hour, get drunk when he had to pick him up? But he probably would have gone for the ladies anyways, but still! Why did he have to get drunk at all?

He glared at Zoro from the corner of his eye. Stupid idiot.

"But this is ok too."

Sanji cursed at himself for his inability to completely ignore people, he really was far too kind.

"I like you too. But you don't really feel like a sister to me...or a brother."

Sanji snorted, he was so embarrassing Zoro later with this! "So what do you like about me then?" he asked, laughing a little while saying it.

"Huh? Well you don't take crap from anyone, even if your doing something stupid. You don't give anyone the chance to give you any, well maybe the girls but I think you like that. Your really strong too, you can kick peoples heads in faster than they can even blink." he paused and looked like he was thinking as Sanji took a sharp corner.

Zoro slid from his seat and his head fell in Sanji's lap. "OW, you bastard why aren't you wearing your fucking seat belt?" Sanji hissed.

Zoro shrugged as he looked up at him.

"I like your eyes." he said suddenly, continuing from earlier.

"They're always determined, no matter what your doing. When your cooking, helping Nami, fighting seriously, or just sparing with me. You have this passion in everything you do. Always doing everything the best you can. Its an honorable way to live." he added thoughtfully.

Was Zoro really drunk? This certainly didn't sound like the ramblings of a drunk man. He glanced down at Zoro, he was quietly observing Sanji's face.

"The way you fight too, not using your hands at all. You could be ten times stronger if you trained your upper body and used your hands, but you don't. To protect your life dream of being a chef. You just...don't let that bother you."

Zoro rose a hand and poked at Sanji's hand on the steering wheel then held his own hands in front of his face, still resting his head on Sanji's lap.

"My hands are needed to fight. So are my legs. And my head. I have to sacrifice them to be stronger, because that's my dream. But...it seems like cheating compared to you. You still try to be strong while never endangering your hands, I endanger all of me all the time but still cant beat you..." Zoro trailed of, still staring at his scarred and calloused hands.

"Hey... its more difficult to train your entire body rather than just training your legs, I think that's pretty impressive. And you hold a sword in your mouth, no one else has enough strength and skill to be able to use a sword like that but you!"

….was he comforting Zoro?

"Really?" Zoro asked softly. Sanji pulled into the driveway and looked down at him.

"Really." he said just as softly. Zoro smiled up at him, Sanji caught himself returning the smile.

Fuck! What is he thinking? No way he would ever, ever, ever, ever! Consider a full grown man like Zoro cute! Sanji shook his head to clear it.

"Off me marimo, we're home." he said gruffly, trying to regain some normalcy again.

Zoro nodded and sat up, he opened his door and stepped out, holding on tightly to the door. Sanji got out and walked over to him, sighing. He watched Zoro as he shut the door with some difficulty, then take some hobbling steps before swaying.

Sanji grabbed his arm before he could fall and put a hand around his waist once more. He helped Zoro into the house, up the stairs, and then onto the couch. Sanji sighed. Tonight was a weird night.

Sanji glanced at his abandoned glass of wine and he quickly guzzled it. He needed something to drink. Once the glass was empty he went to the kitchen and grabbed his hidden bottle of sake, he always had to hide it from Zoro, it was his favorite.

He grabbed another glass, gently placing his wine glass in the sink, before he plopped onto the couch next to Zoro. He drank in silence as Zoro huddled in the corner of the couch, watching his every move with dark eyes.

Sanji rolled his eyes and filled his glass again and held it out to Zoro. Zoro grinned and eagerly took the glass, and for the first time Sanji has ever seen, savored the taste as he sipped at it.

"So who was that guy at the bar with you?" Sanji asked casually, taking a gulp from the bottle in his hand.

"Who?" Zoro asked, looking curiously at Sanji.

"That guy waiting with you and Brook?"

"Oh. He's just a guy that showed up. He keeps showing up actually. A lot. But hes just this guy I met one time." Zoro said, starting to guzzle his drink.

"Well that's incredibly clear, thanks for sharing." Sanji muttered sarcastically.

"your welcome." Zoro mumbled around his glass.

Sanji rolled his eyes and the silence returned. Once Sanji had a nice buzz, nothing that would really bother him in the morning, he got up to put his bottle back in hiding. He heard Zoro get up, good, he might not have to help him get to bed.

Once the bottle was properly hidden he turned around and saw Zoro standing behind him, placing his empty glass on the counter.

"If I find even a drop less in that bottle I can promise you you will get no more quality booze for years." Sanji warned darkly.

Zoro pouted and shook his head.

"...good then." he still wasn't quite used to Zoro being obedient...or nice...or civil even.

He walked to the sink, grabbing Zoro's glass on the way. He began washing the last few dishes left in it. Zoro walked up behind him again.

"If you want to help, grab a towel." Sanji said, pointing.

Zoro quietly stood besides him, now holding the hand towel Sanji used to dry the dishes. Sanji started handing him the glass's one at a time. Zoro slowly, but carefully dried each one.

Once they were done Sanji mumbled a small thanks before walking away. He was outside the bathroom door when he turned around, Zoro was there again.

"Don't follow me into the bathroom..." Sanji commanded weakly, looking Zoro over a few times. He nodded and leaned against a wall patiently. Sanji hesitated before he went inside, why was Zoro following him?

When Sanji stepped out of the bathroom Zoro was still standing there.

"Zoro...why are you following me?" he asked hesitatingly, it was starting to creep him out.

Zoro turned to look at him when he spoke but didn't seem to understand what Sanji had said. He came over and stared into Sanji's eyes, not speaking.

"Zoro, your starting to piss me off." Sanji warned.

"They're like the ocean..." he murmured suddenly.

"W-what?" Sanji asked, caught off guard.

"Your eyes remind me of the ocean...so blue..."

"Uh..."

"Your kinda like the ocean. It can look so peaceful and easy to beat, but its waves can crush bones and kill men..." Zoro trailed off, still searching Sanji's eyes.

"Yeah...uh, I'm going to bed now..." Sanji said slipping around Zoro.

"Wait! Don't go." Zoro grabbed his arm and pulled him into a hug. "I don't want to be alone." he whispered into his hair.

Sanji stood shocked for a few moments, then he waited for Zoro to finish his hug, deciding to humor his drunk roommate.

"Zoro, how long is this hug going to last?" Sanji asked after about two minutes.

"It wasn't supposed to... I'm not supposed to..."he muttered.

Sanji frowned, now he wasn't even making complete sentences.

"Then you should let go now." he hinted, wiggling a bit in Zoro's hold.

No response.

Sanji started to push Zoro off of him, but his foot somehow got behind Zoro's and he tripped the man. Zoro's grip loosened when he hit the ground, but he still pulled Sanji down with him. Sanji took the opportunity to break out of his hold, he pushed him himself up and off of Zoro, kneeling between his legs, his hands either side of Zoro's head.

"Sorry." Sanji said, looking down at Zoro as he tried to steady himself and prepared to stand.

Zoro's stared at him, his eyes half lidded and unreadable. His calves hooked behind his knees, locking him in place, his hand suddenly grabbed his tie and yanked Sanji's head down as Zoro leaned up, pressing his lips roughly to Sanji's.

Sanji froze as Zoro moved against his lips, was this actually happening? Zoro was...?

Zoro pulled away and licked once at his lips. Panting he looked up at him and tugged lightly on his tie, urging him to meet Zoro halfway. Sanji blinked and jerked his head back, reflexes working incredibly delayed as he stared in shock.

Zoro pulled on his tie more and leaned up further, his other hand pushing him up. He slowly brought his face to Sanji's, looking in to his eyes. He gently pressed his lips to Sanji's once more and Sanji jerked back, flinging himself into a sitting position across from Zoro, his legs out in front of him.

Zoro sat up and crawled into Sanji's lap, pushing his face closer to Sanji's in a slow and deliberate way. Sanji leaned back, away from Zoro and his hand supporting him slipped, bringing him to the floor underneath Zoro.

Zoro's eyes flicked to his lips then back to Sanji's eyes as he came closer and closer. As Zoro hovered just above his lips Sanji flinched to the side.

"Z-Zoro?" he gasped out in question, searching Zoro's eyes. What was he doing?

Zoro stopped closing in on his lips and his eyes seemed to sadden before he broke contact with his eyes. He looked to the right of Sanji's head before he leaned down to his neck, kissing and gently biting at it.

Once Zoro's eyes stopped staring into his he felt himself start to regain his mind. He put a hand to Zoro's head and pushed it away from his neck.

"Zoro, stop." Sanji said, looking him evenly in the eyes. Zoro's eyes widened then avoided his gaze once more, he suddenly pushed past Sanji's hand and nuzzled his neck. He pressed his lips to it and gently licked.

"Please..." he whispered, his breath tickling Sanji's neck.

Sanji jerked and yanked Zoro off him by the shoulders. Did he know what he was saying?

"I... I don't want to be alone..." he whispered, still avoiding his gaze as he straddled Sanji's hips, his face bright red.

Sanji rocked him forward suddenly so he was over Zoro, pressing him into the floor by his shoulders, Zoro's legs still clinging to Sanji's sides. Zoro turned his head away and his eyes where tightly shut, as if expecting a blow.

Sanji watched his face intently, measuring his expression as he placed a hand on his chest. Zoro's head jerked back and he had an almost pained expression on his face.

He moved his hand slowly up to Zoro's neck, gently gripping it. Zoro's eyes slowly opened and looked up at him, the almost black irises unreadable. Sanji pressed his thumb into his pulse, feeling how fast his heart was beating as Zoro's eyes slowly slid shut again, seeming to accepting his fate. Whatever it was at the moment.

He was still trying to read Zoro's face as he gripped Zoro's chin, tilting his head to expose more of his neck and making his jaw stand out.

Sanji rubbed at the skin there, directly beneath the corner of his jaw, the junction between his neck and jaw. It was smooth, without a trace of stubble or scars. Zoro's entire body shivered beneath him.

Was this really what Zoro wanted? Someone like him, a man, to do this to him? Did Sanji want to do this to a man?

Sanji saw Zoro looking at him from the corner of his eye, and he could see the desperate want in them, the pleading. Sanji decided to fuck thinking right now, he would what he felt like doing, and right now he felt like doing more to Zoro.

Still holding Zoro's gaze he bent down and bit at his jaw, his tongue flicking through his teeth to taste the flesh. Zoro made a muffled whimpering noise as he squirmed slightly, craning his neck to allow Sanji more movement.

Sanji smiled against Zoro's neck, it was interesting to see him act this way, giving complete control to someone else, to him. He continued to nip along Zoro's jaw, licking every now and then. He felt Zoro arch up, pressing their chests together as he moaned quietly.

Sanji felt a shudder rack his entire body and he snaked his hands to Zoro's back to press him more fully to him. He slammed his mouth against Zoro's, instantly forcing his tongue into his mouth. Zoro made a strange muffled groan of some kind before his hands tangled in Sanji's hair, pushing his head down while tilting his own head to deepen the kiss.

Sanji pulled his head back for breath, still held close to Zoro's by his hands. Zoro's face was flushed and his eyes were half lidded, glazed with lust. His hands slid to Sanji's shoulders as he tightened the grip of his legs around his waist, pulling himself up slightly into Sanji's lap. Sanji got the hint and leaned back into a sitting position, pulling Zoro fully into his lap.

Sanji, still pressing Zoro to his chest, began to suck at the exposed flesh of Zoro's neck, now at a perfect angle to easily reach. Sanji's entire mind blanked out when Zoro jerked his hips upward, grinding his erection into Sanji's stomach. He tilted his head up and Zoro met him halfway, kissing passionately as they ground and thrust against each other.

Zoro felt so hot! His mouth, his tongue, through his clothes! Fuck he felt good! Aching to feel more of the other man, his grip tightened around Zoro's back, forcing them closer together.

Panting, they parted once more, Sanji was quickly mesmerized by the strand of saliva that connected their mouths, particularly how it was attached to Zoro's moistened lips.

He felt Zoro sway in his arms, making Sanji refocus his attention on his face. Zoro's eyes were barely open and he was losing his balance while not moving. Fuck! The bastard isn't falling asleep now!

"Oi, Zoro!" he called out, pushing him an arms length away by the shoulders. "OI!" he shook his shoulders urgently.

That seemed to have no effect and he fell forward, dead weight falling directly onto Sanji. He let out a quiet grunt as the unexpected weight pushed him to the ground. He lay beneath Zoro, trying to wrap his mind around the fact Zoro just passed out during a hot make out session as the said man snored loudly in his ear.

Who did that? Even when he was dead drunk he didn't pass out while making out! Damn insulting bastard! He huffed an angry sigh and started to push at the brute.

As he shoved him off his chest he came to the realization that Zoro was fucking heavy. What was he supposed to do with all that fucking dead weight? He sure as hell couldn't carry him to his room, he debated dragging him downstairs but that just sounded dangerous, for him anyway, the marimo could live with a few bruises, he couldn't live with a broken neck with a passed out idiot on him at the bottom of the stairs.

He sighed as he eyed Zoro, it was easy enough to say he was thoroughly turned off by now. When the person you were getting all hot and heavy with suddenly collapses onto you, you could say it was a little discouraging.

Wait...

Why the hell was he ever turned on in the first place? Zoro was the most obnoxious man he'd ever met! Fuck being obnoxious! Zoro was a man!

Sanji scratched angrily at his head with both hands, what was wrong with him! How far was that going to go? Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

Deep breaths, deep breaths, he told himself. He just had a little too much to drink than he thought. Zoro was drunk out of his mind and came on to him. It had just startled him is all, seeing him act like that just caught him off guard. He was a warm body and Sanji hadn't been with anyone for a while. Nothing happened, he probably would have come to himself sooner or later too. Because he didn't like guys.

There we go. Perfectly reasonable explanation. Now he would just drag the marimo over to the couch, go crawl into bed and forget it ever happened. Because nothing ever really did happened.

AN: it might be a little off but, meh, i tried. i actually even rewrote this one, so hopefully it wasn't that weird. so what will Sanji do next? How will Zoro react? Stay tuned to find out ;D (I realize i just contradicted myself about the cliff hanger thing, I didn't mean too, but its makes things interesting at least, yeah?)