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Zoro couldn't believe his luck.

He was riding his bike through the city and the hottest man he had ever met was pressed tightly against his back.

Zoro chuckled lightly. Maybe he was going extra fast, so that Sanji pressed himself a little harder into his back and hold on a little tighter.

After a good hour of riding they finally reached the shipyard. Zoro told himself that the extra forty minutes he took were a detour on purpose, so that he could enjoy Sanji pressed against his back a little longer.

He stopped right in front of the "Sunny"-building and they got off the bike.

"What is this place?"

"A shipyard." Zoro stated the obvious. He didn't want to tell the blonde yet that he lived here, Sanji might not take this well.

"And we can fight here?"

"Nah, down in the basement. Follow me."

Zoro lead Sanji through a side entrance and right down to the basement. He tried to hide his excitement that he had finally the blonde in his house –

"Whoa, this place is awesome!" Sanji cried.

Zoro chuckled, he had to admit their training and workout area in the basement of the "Sunny" was rather spacey and full of mats, weights and other equipment. But most important was the big area right in the middle of the room, obviously designed for sparring matches.

He dropped his swords carefully in a corner and took his heavy boots off.

"So you wanted to fight me without my swords?"

"Yeah, moss-head. You are nothing without your swords."

Zoro couldn't believe how angry this cheeky curly-brow made him. He took pride in being somewhat even-tempered, but around Sanji he lost his control all too easily.

"Take your shoes off, curly-brow."

"Don't fucking call me that, moss-head! And why the fuck should I take my shoes off?"

"Swords are my weapons of choice, feet are yours. Your heavy black shoes are like your armor. If you want me to fight without my swords, I'll only fight you without your shoes."

"Fine." Sanji bent down to take his shoes off and Zoro felt like he was punched in the face. The way Sanji's body could bend, the way his ass looked in those tight black dress pants, fuck, Zoro started to drool.

He watched Sanji like a hawk after he put his shoes away.

"What are you waiting for, curly-brow?"

Sanji didn't reply. He just launched himself at Zoro, feet first. Zoro was caught by surprise and could hardly block the powerful kick. He quickly noticed that it didn't really make a difference if Sanji fought with or without shoes. His kicks were as hard as before. His feet had to be made out of steel.

Zoro himself was way worse without his swords. Usually he was a pretty awesome fighter even without his swords, but to stand against someone as skilled as powerful as Sanji without his precious swords was a rather big challenge. But he was sure he could handle it.

Only after the first blows they exchanged their fight became more like a dance, a dangerous, powerful and untamed dance. It felt like in the "Ring" before, like Sanji fit him perfectly, like Sanji was his matching piece. It didn't matter that he fought with swords or that curly-brow only used his feet, a fact that he found pretty much intriguing. The difference in their style didn't matter. What mattered was that they danced together.

But this time it was Sanji's turn to dominate their fight. Sanji lead their dance.

Zoro was at his limit really quick. He was sweating really badly; his shirt was soaked by now. He had worked with that shirt the whole day, than worked out in it and had gone to the "Ring" without changing.

Zoro jumped back, caught Sanji's eyes and shook his head.

Sanji got his hint and stopped attacking and sneered: "Ah, I was right, without your swords you are nothing, giving up so easily, you weakling-"

Sanji stopped midsentence. Zoro had grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He knew he might've put up a show for Sanji and let his muscles flex under the heated stare of Sanji's eyes. Zoro actually believed he could feel the blonde's eyes on his torso.

"What…what is that?" Curly-brow asked with a slight shake in his voice.

Zoro threw the shirt in a corner. He shrugged.

"My shirt was all sweaty."

"No, dumbass, I mean your fucking huge scar!"

"Oh, that. Long story. I thought you wanted to fight, curly-brow. We ain't here to tell stories. Are you tired already?" Zoro mocked.

He saw Sanji gulp and still stare at his scar.

Zoro felt his blood starting to boil and heat rose in his cheeks. Sanji looked fucking hot, the way he stared at Zoro's body, the way his cheeks were flushed too, they way he wet his lips.

Zoro almost groaned when he saw a glimpse of Sanji's tongue, licking over his lips subconsciously. Then Sanji shrugged out of his jacket and opened the first buttons of his dress shirt. Now it was Zoro's turn to stare dumbstruck at the blonde.

He shook himself out of his stupor and got ready for another round; Sanji did the same.

This time their fight wasn't dominated by anyone of them; this time their fight was more like a testing, a teasing, a slow stepping over the other man's boundaries. Their blows weren't as hard as before, but way more touching was done. They didn't fight from the distance, they were up close, they both refused to back off.

Their breaths mingled and they were more wrestling which each other than fighting anymore. They rolled on the ground, limps tangled in the other ones and Zoro couldn't tell anymore where he ended and Sanji started.

He felt Sanji's skin on his, he felt the heat; they were both slick from the sweat and that caused delicious friction between their bodies.

Zoro knew he was rock hard by now. He didn't think that this fight would get out of hand so fast. But neither he nor Sanji were backing away from each other, more the opposite: They were both punching and touching and stroking each other frantically.

Zoro panted by now, he stopped long ago actually trying to win this fight. All he wanted to do now was touch Sanji, feel Sanji, kiss Sanji.

He longed for the other man's mouth.

All he could smell was cigarette smoke mixed with the sharp scent of their sweat – and Zoro never smelled something so arousing.

All he could see was skin, blonde hair and occasional a deep blue eye - and that was the most erotic sight Zoro had seen in a long time.

He wished their fight would never come to an end.

Suddenly Sanji was on top of him, sitting on his crotch; both bulges in their pants rubbing together.

Zoro groaned.

He watched Sanji's face; it was flushed and half-lidded eyes looked down on him. Then Sanji wet his lips again with that sweet tongue of his.

That took him over the edge. He sat up, grabbed the man on top of him and shoved his tongue down his throat.

He kissed him like he hadn't tasted him in months, and he hadn't. He took Sanji all in, he wanted to taste every single nuance of his mouth, he wanted to feel him, fuck, Sanji was so fucking hot, fuck, fuck.

Sanji kissed him back, they were exploring each other mouths, their hands were grabbing the others hair, pulling-

He felt Sanji's hands scratching over his back, feeling his muscles, he felt him.

They were rocking their bodies together, rolling on the floor, moaning in the others mouth, tasting, feeling – Zoro nipped on Sanji's ears, tasted that delicate skin of his, licked a trail from his ear down to his neck; he felt Sanji exploring his skin with his tongue, he felt little bites-

"Fuck, you're so hot-"

Zoro palmed the bulge in Sanji's pants; he felt the other man hiss-

"Aaahhh, do that again-"

Zoro obliged and stroked the other man through the thin fabric. He found the zipper and opened it; pulled Sanji's pants and briefs down until his erection sprung free. Zoro stroked it eagerly, touching it, squeezing it; spreading the pre-cum around the tip.

Sanji writhed beneath him, but suddenly he felt Sanji's hand pulling on his own pants, he let go of Sanji's dick so he had better access to his own.

He hissed when he felt Sanji's talented fingers on his own cock, he couldn't believe how right it felt.

His lips found Sanji's again, he kissed him in the rhythm his dick was stroked. His hands found their way back to the blonde's cock, stroking, pressing, massaging. They shifted and suddenly their dicks were pressed together, Zoro took both in his callused hands, adding more and more friction. He heard the other man whimper and moan; he himself was shaken to his core.

He felt the pressure rising, he felt Sanji's mouth on his shoulder, biting, leaving marks. More harsh strokes, he felt his sack tighten-

Sanji bit down hard on his shoulder as he felt him coming all over his stomach. He needed one more stroke and he was sent over the edge, too.

He felt the other man shaking slightly against him. He raised his arms and tried to draw him close, to comfort him, as he was coming down from his mind-blowing orgasm.

But instead of letting Zoro draw Sanji close, he was shoved off rather roughly. Zoro didn't resist. He was laying flat on his back, still panting hart, and looking up to an angry blonde man rising above him.

Sanji was just staring down at him, frowning. He didn't like that look on the blonde's face. He wanted him back down on the floor, right next to him, preferably wrapped around his body. Then he wanted to go another round with him, maybe up in his bedroom. He wanted to explore the other man's body, without restraints. He wanted to posses every inch of him, wanted to kiss him from head to toe. He wanted to suck his dick again; he wanted to be the one who pleasured the other man till they would both pass out from exhaustion.

But the look Sanji was giving him made clear that his wishes were pretty much one sided.

He wanted to say something, fuck, he wanted Sanji to say something-

"I'm not gay, you know." Sanji said.

Then he arranged his clothes and grabbed his shoes. He was out of the room without a second glance at Zoro.

Zoro didn't have the energy to get up and run after that blonde. He just laid on the floor, still covered in what was left from their hot encounter. He just wanted to close his eyes and ignore the world.

I'm not gay, my ass. How could you possibly enjoy their interaction as much as he did and then claim that he was not motherfucking gay?

Obviously Zoro just got rejected.

Again.

Sanji stumbled out of the basement, shocked.

What was it about the green-haired bastard that he just let this happen again? He was not fucking gay, he loved girls, he had sex with girls, he loved being around girls – and Zoro was everything but a girl.

Zoro was probably the manliest man he'd ever met.

And he just had a fucking mind-blowing orgasm – with this man. What the fuck had happened? One moment they were fighting, he had been winning, and the next second they were on the floor, going at it as they were sex craved animals.

Sanji shuddered.

He came to the first floor of the building and he discovered it was basically a huge living room. He just wanted to step outside when he remembered that Zoro drove them here – on Zoro's bike.

How was he supposed to get home now? There was no fucking way that he would go down in the basement again and ask Zoro if he could give him a ride back to his car, or back to the "Baratie".

Shit.

Maybe he could call a cab.

Or Kaku or Law would give him a ride, but he didn't even know where he was at. Fuck.

"Hey, who are you? Are you burglar? I don't have any money and I have thirty big muscled man upstairs, waiting for me to call them down so they can kick your ass-" A panicked voice said.

Sanji turned around to see Kaku hiding behind the bar. But wait, why would Kaku be here? He had been at the "Ring" with him; this made no sense-

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm the great Captain Usopp!"

"Ah, ok. I'm sorry that I scared you, Usopp, but I kinda got a problem here. Uhh, could you give me a ride back to the 'Ring'?" he asked.

The man with the obscenely long nose that was distressingly similar to Kaku's got around the bar and tried to figure out who he was.

"I'm Sanji. Zoro gave me a ride here, but now he is… he fell asleep and I didn't want to wake him…" That sounded really lame in his ears. Shit. Fuck the shitty swordsman for putting him in such a situation.

Usopp looked at him and suddenly he thought he saw a knowing glint in Usopp's eyes. "So, your name is Sanji." He said.

"Yeah. You see, I got struck here-"

"No problem! I'll give you a ride, come with me!"

Sanji followed this Usopp-guy outside. The shipyard looked really creepy in the faint moonlight, but Usopp didn't seem to mind. Usopp lead him to a small parking lot, where a couple old cars were parked; some were taken apart and he saw all different kinds of parts lying around.

"Uhm, Usopp, I don't want to be impolite, but would you sell two tires to me? The main reason why I didn't drive here myself was that my tires were sliced…"

"The great Captain Usopp can fix everything! Of course!" Usopp packed two tires and a set of tools in the back of a truck and motioned Sanji to get in.

Usopp steered the truck of the shipyard and drove down the street. At first he gave Sanji just weird side glances, but after a while he asked: "So, you are Sanji, right? And you were with Zoro, right?"

"I guess so."

"And this wasn't the first time you've met Zoro, right?"

"Yeah."

Suddenly Usopp started laughing hysterically.

"Hahaha I can't believe it, you are the mysterious blonde man that Zoro was sulking over the last month! Hahaha!"

"What?"

"Sanji, right? Haha, you know, Zoro really likes you. I don't know you, man, but you must be special. He never told us your name, we just knew it was this blonde, sometimes he would mutter 'damn curly-brow'; I never got what he meant, but man, look at you!"

"My brow isn't that curly, longnose!"

"Ahh, you start to sound like Zoro!"

"I AM NOT!"

Usopp looked really scared when Sanji screamed at him.

"I'm sorry." He excused, he had been impolite, since Usopp just gave him, a stranger he'd never met before, a ride and help with his tires.

"Don't worry too much. But you could tell me what is going on between you and Zoro."

"Nothing."

"I see. You know, Zoro might appear a little rough, and he drinks a lot, and he is sometimes really scary, and then his hair is green-"

"He is an annoying son of a bitch."

"I wouldn't say that. I've been living with Zoro for a while now and he might not be really talkative, but he has the biggest heart. One time we were out at night, working, and there were those really scary guys, we had been ambushed, and well, they shot right at Chopper. He would've been dead if Zoro didn't jump in front of the bullet. He had just saved Chopper's life, risking his own. I mean, I would've saved Chopper's life, but I was too far away, but after I made sure Zoro was still alive and Chopper was taking care of him, you know, Chopper is our little doctor, I ran after the attackers and I was screaming: 'I'm the great Captain Usopp!' And they all shit their pants because my name is broadly known and feared-"

Sanji stopped listening to Usopp rambling about his braveness. He only had been interested about the part about Zoro. Did he really save someone's life? Zoro didn't seem like the selfless guy, but he didn't know Zoro at all. He knew his body and he knew that Zoro fought pretty badass and that he swore a lot and that he liked the way Zoro looked at him – stop.

Really? Did he like the way Zoro was looking at him with those deep grey eyes, longingly, as if Sanji alone was capable of making him happy?

Yeah, he guessed he liked the attention Zoro gave him. When he was around him he seemed to be the only thing that Zoro noticed, the only thing that was important.

But he still didn't know Zoro. He didn't know where he lived, but then he guessed he lived in the building they've been fighting in. What kind of food did Zoro like? What were his favorite colors? Probably green... Wait. He didn't plan on seeing Zoro again, right? He basically ended their thing by walking away, by leaving the green-haired bastard in such a vulnerable state. He had told him he wasn't gay, but was he entirely sure about it? Maybe he was bi and he never noticed it.

He couldn't get the look on Zoro's face out of his mind when he had told him that sentence. He had looked so defeated.

"Usopp, sorry to interrupt you, but you and Zoro live in that shipyard?"

"Yeah. We all live there. Zoro, me, Chopper, Luffy and Ace, Kidd and Lucci, Franky, Khoza – we are like one big family. It is not my place to talk about our background, but Shanks and Eisberg, the owners of the Galleya-Company, all saved us in a way. Or we saved each other."

"Saved?"

"Well, for example I lived on the streets, painting portraits of tourists downtown to earn a little money… One day my live changed…I don't want to tell the details… But I never had a family, never had parents, or siblings, or someone that took care of me – until I became part of the Galleya-Family. We are nakama. No matter where we are from or what we did. I don't know a lot about Zoro's background, though, but he came from the streets, too. He'll tell you one day if you ask him."

Sanji let the information sink. So Zoro had lived on the streets, probably starving. He imagined a poor green-haired kid begging on the streets. He used to hand out apples to beggars on the streets, but most of them had refused the apples, they wanted money for booze or drugs. After he got hit in the head by an apple he had stopped handing out apples on the street. But he tried to work at the soup kitchen, at least three nights in a week.

He didn't know if this would change anything for him concerning Zoro. The man already consumed most of his thoughts, even most of his dreams. Shit, he didn't even think about his beautiful Nami-san and Robin-chan at all the last hours!

They arrived after a short twenty minute ride at the "Ring". Sanji wondered if the ride with Zoro had just felt longer, or if Zoro had taken a detour.

"So where is your car?" Usopp interrupted his thoughts.

"Over there, right next to the entrance."

Usopp drove to his parking spot and they got out of the car. The other bikes that had been next to Zoro's were gone by now.

Usopp looked at the damage done to his car and started changing his tires.

"You know, it's funny that you parked right here." Usopp told him casually. "Everybody knows this is our parking spot, for the Galleya-workers. I bet they were mad that some rich brat parked in their spot, so I'm pretty sure that Zoro and the others sliced your tires as a little revenge-"

"WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT DID THIS FUCKER DO TO MY CAR?"