Warning: language, sex. Disclaimer: not mine.

So I'm done with my exams, time to finish this up! (well, this chapter isn't the end yet... but I'll update more frequently - promise)

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Zoro woke up and he was warm. It was an all surrounding warmth. He couldn't really place it. Why was he so damn comfortable right now? He felt something move against him, felt hot breath tingling in his ear, felt another heart beating against his chest.

He remembered now. Sanji. Of course, he fell asleep in his room after the raid. Sanji must've been tired out of his guts because he didn't even bitch about the fact that they were both sleeping in the same bed – again. Zoro had liked the idea of Sanji in his bed very much, but Sanji still made a big show of putting long sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt on. He also made a point in sleeping as far away as possible from Zoro's side.

Zoro opened his eyes and checked if he was the one that moved, but no, he was still on his side. So it had been all Sanji who snuggled up onto him, conscious or unconscious. Zoro smirked. Never had waking-up felt this great before.

Sanji was draped all over him, his arms held him in a tight embrace, his chest practically laying on top of Zoro's and their legs were tangled.

The bright light of the day made its way through the rather thin curtains and he enjoyed the sight of the blond head on top of his chest. He loved being too warm in the morning, he decided. He had the urge to bury his hand in Sanji's hair and just hold him there.

Zoro could face-palm himself for this thought. Seriously, he wasn't all romantic or cuddly. He was in for the sex. But having Sanji in his arms was a nice feeling…

He moved a bit and then he felt it. Something hard was poking in his stomach. Oh yeah, he totally loved having Sanji in his bed. He listened to Sanji's breathing; it was calm and even. Still asleep. Zoro tried to move a bit and that might've put some friction between him and Sanji. He smirked. He definitely heard Sanji moan a bit. He untangled their legs and laid Sanji carefully on his back. His shirt revealed a thin line of white skin and Zoro couldn't resist and had to caress the visible smooth skin. Some goose bumps appeared, and Zoro checked if Sanji was still asleep – he was. He smirked again. This was too good to be true.

Sanji was all spread out under him and definitely aroused. He let the palm of his hand wander from the smooth skin of Sanji's stomach to his waistband and farther. He palmed Sanji's erection through the thick material of his sweats and Sanji buckled under his touch.

Fuck, this was hot.

He kept on massaging Sanji through the pants, but he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. In one swift movement he freed Sanji of his sweats and devoured in the sight that lay before his eyes. Sanji didn't were any underwear when he slept and his erection was throbbing. It was hot and heavy and Sanji moaned in his sleep. In Zoro's eyes he just looked delicious.

He didn't wait any longer, afraid that the curly-brow would finally wake up. He kneed between Sanji's spread legs and gave Sanji's erection an experimental lick. Fuck, he still tasted as good as in the night in the parking lot. Fuck, he fucking tasted like ambrosia.

He didn't like the taste of cum in particular, but maybe it was the knowledge that this hot, writhing cock in his mouth belonged to Sanji. Shit, those were the thoughts that led to an attachment, but really, who was he kidding? He was already full out attached to Sanji. He practically lived with him, they slept in the same bed, for more than just one night.

But he pushed those nagging thoughts aside and concentrated of the feeling of Sanji's dick in his mouth. Zoro could hold a sword in his mouth. This was easy. He grinned around Sanji's erection and started to bob his head up and down his entire length. Sanji moaned and he guessed he was awake by now. To make sure the blonde was conscious to perceive that it was Zoro, and not some anonymous chick with huge boobs that was giving head to Sanji, he bit down softly on his dick. A small wince left Sanji's mouth and if it was even possible his dick swelled a little bit more in his mouth.

He raised his eyes and his gaze met huge blue eyes that stared down intensely. He chuckled around the dick in his mouth and sucked a little bit harder. He played his tongue around and increased the friction. He gripped Sanji's hips to steady him because he was visibly trembling under the sensations. His moans gave his mind-blowing pleasure away.

He released Sanji's dick with a plop-sound.

"What the fuck?" Sanji's voice was all shaky and a rough. Zoro liked this particular sound. He smirked devilishly and put two of his fingers in his mouth. He sucked on those fingers and never broke eye contact with Sanji.

"Put it back in your mouth, shithead!" Sanji cried.

Zoro let go of his fingers and dove back down on Sanji's cock. He took him in as deep as possible and while Sanji bucked his hips and he did the best of swallowing Sanji whole, he shoved one lubed finger right into Sanji's tight hole.

"FUCK!"

Zoro ignored Sanji's cry and kept on sucking the ever living shit out of Sanji's dick. Sanji tried to withdraw from Zoro's finger, but he held him down with his other hand and worked the entire length of his cock with his mouth, so Sanji had no other option than letting Zoro have his way with him.

Zoro moved his one finger in and out of Sanji's ass, at the same pace as he bobbed his head up and down Sanji's cock. Sanji's face was flushed and his moans increased with every stroke.

Shit, this was so fucking hot. Zoro felt his own dick twitch in his pants. He tried to rub his crotch at the bed, but it didn't really ease the pressure he felt. He couldn't even reach down and take the matter in his hand, since he was busy holding Sanji in place and his other hand was currently buried deep in the blonde's body.

He added another finger and Sanji cried out, he couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure. He tried finding that spot inside Sanji, the spot that would erase every coherent thought from Sanji's mind.

He knew he found it when Sanji bucked his hips violently and almost choked Zoro with his rock hard dick. He relaxed his throat and stroked that special spot again.

Sanji cried out and buried his dick as far as possible in Zoro's throat. Zoro felt hot cum in his mouth and he let Sanji ride his orgasm. He'd buck his hips again and again, writhing underneath him, until he was completely empty.

After Sanji came down from his intense orgasm he let go of the dick in his mouth and withdrew his fingers as gently as possible. He licked the trails of cum from his lips and smirked at Sanji, who didn't seem to be able to move a single limp.

"Good morning, curly-brow."

"What…what the fuck, shithead? What was this?" Sanji's voice was still shaky.

"A blow job."

"Don't quote the obvious, damn you, shithead!"

"Don't use the same insult twice, it's lame. And for the record, you asked."

"No, fuck, I mean why?"

"Well, I woke up and you body was practically draped all over me. I didn't really mind since you were all nice and warm, but your hard erection was kinda poking in my belly and disrupting my sleep. So I took care of the problem."

"Oh." Sanji looked a bit dumbstruck. Zoro chuckled silently and he was reminded that he himself was now the one with a rather huge problem. He got up and went into the adjoining bathroom.

"Hey, where are you going?" Sanji bitched.

"I'm going to take a shower. I have the feeling my face is all sticky because someone came all over it."

"I didn't come all over your face, fucking bastard! It was only your mouth!"

Zoro laughed about the ridiculousness of their little argument and started stripping. He left the door to the bathroom wide open and stepped butt naked in the shower. The walls of the shower were out of glass and you had a nice view from the bed of someone showering – if the door was open.

Zoro knew that Sanji was watching him. He rolled his shoulders and he knew that his muscles rippled under his skin. He wasn't really vain or overly body-conscious, but he knew his body turned Sanji on. He would use this to his advantage.

He stepped in the shower and turned the water on, not too warm so the walls wouldn't fog up and Sanji could still stare at him.

He started washing his body, he let his hands glide all over his smooth muscles and he may put up a show for Sanji. He risked a glance and saw Sanji still lying in his bed, still half naked, still a little flushed, and watching him intensely.

He washed his stomach and his hand trailed down until he wrapped his hard dick in his calloused hands and started stroking it. Damn, it felt good. Giving head to Sanji was painfully arousing and he needed an outlet to this pressure, now.

He stroked his dick harder, fuck, he felt Sanji's eyes on him. He leaned against the shower wall with his forehead, facing Sanji, working on his cock with fast, hard strokes. Never felt jerking off as good as right now. Just the knowledge that Sanji was in his bed, all spread out, naked and satisfied, watching him –

He looked up and met Sanji's stare. Fuck – that was all he needed and he came violently and splashed cum all over the shower wall.

Fuck, this felt good.

He cleaned up and finished showering.

They both got dressed rather silent; both were exhausted from their previous morning activities. Zoro changed in a simple grey shirt and jeans, while Sanji stood around and tried to hide his disgust to step in his ruined suit again.

"Come on curly, you can't wear that one. It's all ashy and smoky."

"Don't quote the FUCKING obvious! I know! I'm not fucking blind! This was my favorite suit! It was from D&G, you know?"

"What the fuck is D&G?"

"Hah! I knew that you had no sense for fashion whatsoever! This is obviously a Dolce&Gabbana suit. Your clothes are apparently from a thrift store, you second hand-"

"Excuse me that I wasn't raised in a palace, but had to survive on the streets, all by myself. I had to make sure that I'd survive the night; that I'd have enough money for food – and not for a FUCKING DESIGNER SUIT!" he shouted.

Sanji was suddenly really quiet.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I keep on forgetting that I'm now on the poor side of life, too. I don't even own clothes any more, other than this ragged suit."

"Don't be sorry. You can't change anything. Just don't bitch about your clothes. Here, those pants are a bit too small for me; I think they shrunk in the last laundry."

"Thanks."

Zoro handed Sanji some pants and a shirt. It was both still too large for Sanji and he looked like someone who slept over at his boyfriend's, who was some numbers bigger than him. Zoro liked that thought.

"Hurry up with your shower, I'm hungry, cook."

After an elaborate breakfast Nami took Luffy's car keys and dragged Sanji with her.

"We are going shopping, you really need some clothes! Especially for tonight." Nami said as she put Sanji in Luffy's car.

"Tonight? What is happening tonight?" Sanji asked.

"You don't know?"

"What am I supposed to know, my beautiful flower?"

"Sanji, I don't mind you being all flirty with me, but Luffy is rather protective. He doesn't know that you don't mean it like this."

"But Luffy isn't here!" Sanji whined. "And what do you mean I don't mean it?"

"Well, you kinda slept with Zoro in the same bed, unless one of you slept on the floor last night – and I highly doubt that, since the smug grin on Zoro's face told me everything I didn't really wanna know. So yeah, you can't really say that you are serious if you tell me all this crap."

"But Nami…"

"Hey, I don't say I don't like you, you know I love you like a brother."

"You love me?"

"Sanji, cut the crap."

"Oh, well, I guess… So why do I need new clothes for tonight?"

"Zoro didn't tell you?"

"We didn't really talk this morning…"

Nami laughed. "I always knew you were gay."

"I'M NOT GAY!" Sanji shouted. Then he realized that he just raised his voice in front of Nami. "I'm so sorry Nami-swan, please, I didn't mean to yell-"

"I don't mind. So…you're not gay, but Zoro isn't exactly a girl."

"You still didn't tell me what is going on tonight." He tried to distract Nami from the whole Zoro-topic. He didn't really want to think about the situation with Zoro yet. He tried to avoid thought about him being gay, or him being gay just for Zoro. He didn't really know what Zoro was to him.

Nami's voice disrupted his train of thoughts: "It is tradition that after every successful raid they are having a huge party. So tonight we'll have this nice get together, we're both going to get to know all of the Galleya workers; and it was actually Luffy's idea that we should invite Vivi, Kaya, Robin, Kaku and Law, too. So I wouldn't miss my old friends, he told me. He is so thoughtful!"

"Oh, so the whole clique is coming?"

"Exactly. I'm really looking forward to it, I haven't seen the others in ages!"

"Me neither. But…do they know about…about what happened with the 'Baratie'?"

"I'm sure they know. They would've been there for you, but they all got their own issues right now… and they didn't really know how to reach you, since you suddenly disappeared and all."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess I need a new phone."

"Yeah, but first we need decent clothes."

"I don't have any money, Nami-swan."

"Don't be silly, Sanji. Of course you have money; you have actually tons of money! I'm the new bookie for the Galleya-Company and the new head finance manager. Apparently your wage for being a cook at the Galleya-Company is quite decent. And in addition to that there was a huge sum of money found at the hideout of Don Krieg. Shanks and Eisberg decided that you're going to get it. Since Krieg destroyed your living and all."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. You got some big money now, Sanji. That's the reason I'm taking you shopping: So you can pay for my evening dress, right Sanji?"

"Everything for you!"

They arrived at a rather fancy shopping mall and Sanji enjoyed taking Nami out and treating her with all the clothes and shoes she wanted. After Nami had her fill in new clothes, they decided it was time for some suits for Sanji. They went to Boss, Hilfiger, Armani, Gucci, and Dolce&Gabbana.

They were in the D&G store and Nami was about to check out, when Sanji said: "Wait!"

"What is it?"

"Well, I need another suit from this place-"

"Why, you already got two, right?"

"I don't know how to say this, but I kinda want a suit for Zoro…" Sanji blushed madly. Nami giggled.

"Oh Sanji, that is so cute of you!"

"Stop, I'm not cute!"

"Yes, you are! Come on, do you know his size?"

"I guess I got a pretty fair idea…" He blushed even more. Man, this was fucking embarrassing! He felt his face heat up and he tried to hide his discomfort but Nami wasn't even paying attention anymore. She already went through some racks. She found an assistant and Sanji was asked a couple of questions and the assistant had tons of models for him, but after some time Sanji was finally satisfied with his choice. A plain black D&G suit, just a basic model, nothing to fancy. He didn't even glance at the price tag; he trusted Nami's financial judgment.

He let Nami handle the payment and they stored their purchases in the car.

"Are we going back to the Galleya-yard?" Sanji asked when Nami drove off.

"Nah, not yet. We still need to buy tons of food for the party tonight. And did I mention it to you? You are supposed to cook for us, so we should hurry up and get done as fast as possible. I don't know how much time you might need…"

"Sure, Nami-swan, I'll cook for you!"

"Thank you, Sanji. It's actually nice having you there, you know, it was kinda weird for me in the beginning when I knew nobody there. But now you're there and it actually starts to feel like home for me. You're going to stay there too, right?"

"I'm not sure Nami, I don't know yet."

After his vague statement they both stayed silent until they reached a huge grocery store. They both got a cart each and started shopping. Sanji noticed the huge amount of meat Nami was stacking in her cart.

"What's up with all the meat?" Sanji dared to ask.

"Meat is Luffy's favorite food."

"I see. So you and Luffy, you are all serious?" Sanji wondered, since Nami just wasn't the type for long lasting and serious relationships.

"Yeah, pretty much. I don't really know what it is, though. You know, he basically just appeared in my life. He helped me with this heavy shit… I don't know, sometimes he is just so stupid, he acts like a child; wait, who am I kidding, he is a child… He is so oblivious to so many things, he is ignorant to so much stuff, he is so careless, and he does whatever he wants… But at the same time he notices everything! I mean just everything, you can't hide a single thing from him, he always knows what I'm feeling, or what someone else is feeling… He doesn't show it, though… He can leave you alone if you need it, and in the right moments he is there for you, he just knows when someone is in trouble… It seems like it is easy to befriend him, but you're wrong, he decides who he wants to be friends with… He is so smart with some things, it's amazing… And then he is strong, Sanji, I mean like really really strong…"

Sanji packed more things in his cart while he listened to Nami going on and on about Luffy. She got it bad, he could tell. He wondered if he would be like this with Zoro. He barely knew the man…

They finished up grocery shopping and drove back home. Wait, what? Did he just really refer to the Galleya-yard as his home? Yeah, he did. Shit, that meant he got attached.

They arrived at the Galleya-yard when it was already long past noon. Maybe Sanji panicked a bit; a huge party, with all his precious girls to impress! He needed to cook fantastic and overwhelming food! And only so little time left!

"When are the guests going to arrive?" Sanji asked while they were unloading the car.

"Around 9 or 10. Can you help me with this heavy bag, Sanji?"

"Of course, my beautiful flower-"

"STOP IT!" Nami screeched and she hit him in his head – hard.

Sanji hurried up and got all the groceries inside. He was about to unload the bags with the suits when he came across the huge D&G bag. He felt really uncomfortable giving the suit to Zoro. He might be offended, Sanji thought.

"Nami-swan, could you do me a small favor and give this to Zoro? I'm busy cooking-"

"Sure, Sanji." Nami smiled softly and Sanji followed Nami inside, somewhat reassured.

Sanji saw Luffy just coming down the stairs and noticing them being back. A huge smile spread across Luffy's face and he shouted: "Sanji, FOOD! Nami, SEX!"

Sanji was about to kick Luffy in the head for his rude and totally inappropriate words, but then he noticed the look of utter glee in Nami's face who happily hurried over to Luffy and let him pick her up and carry upstairs.

It was already dark out when Zoro came back inside. He'd worked outside in the yard, even if he had his day off, since he had been part of the raid last night. He had just felt like some physical exercise. And he kinda tried not to think about the upcoming party. Usually he didn't mind their after-raid-parties, but this time all the snobs Sanji and Nami knew were invited. He didn't really look forward to it, but with the right amount of booze the whole scenario might be tolerable. He was about to step out of his dirty jeans to take a quick shower when he heard a knock on the door.

Somewhat surprised he closed the fly of his jeans again and opened.

It was Nami.

"What do you want." He grunted.

"Hey, Zoro, how are you?" She greeted with a huge smile. She looked like she just got laid. Since he knew she was Luffy's girlfriend he suspected that that was actually the case. Her mood was way too good.

"Tired." He yawned.

She pouted: "But you're not going to miss the party, right?"

He shrugged.

"Come on, Sanji is really excited! He has been cooking for hours now!"

"Whatever."

"Don't be such a bummer! But actually I'm supposed to give you this; it's a present from Sanji." Her last remark piqued his interest. A present? From Sanji? What for?

Nami handed him a huge bag.

"What is it?"

"You'll have to find out for yourself." She left with those words. Zoro closed the door behind her and tore the bag apart. He found a brand new suit. It was black and it actually had his size. Then he noticed the unostentatious label: Dolce&Gabbana.

Sanji had to be fucking kidding him.