I keep getting reviews, so I'll keep writing. I got sick over the weekend though, so I'll probably write a couple chapters to alleviate my bedridden boredom. I got the five reviews, and I'll set the requirement there again, but my goal is six. If you read this, help me reach my goal.

Chapter Four

Sanji felt his body tense up with dread at Robin's words. If Luffy had noticed something different, Robin definitely would have. He'd play dumb anyway.

"What do you want to say about the shithead?" Sanji inquired sweetly and innocently, hoping against hope that the response would be trivial.

"Well, I guess it's more about the both of you. You see I was up late last night reading," Sanji paled at hearing Robin say this, had she actually heard something? "Since you just got so pale I guess you know what I stumbled across." Robin finished, and smiled in a bemused way. She crossed her arms, and made a few pairs of hands appear and start cleaning the dishes before continuing. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. But, what I wanted to ask you is if you love Zoro."

"Why the hell would you think that?!" Sanji demanded, and then clapped his hands over his mouth. He couldn't lose his temper at a woman.

"You just seem so much happier today, and Luffy was right. You kept glancing at Zoro while he was eating. You were also extremely preoccupied. Something is very different, and I thought that might be the answer." Robin smiled once more "You don't have to give me an answer; it looks like you don't know yourself. Just think about it." Robin uncrossed her arms, turned, and walked out of the kitchen to leave Sanji to be even more confused than he had been.

Sanji was once again dumbfounded. Dumbfounded and angry. This was the only time in living history that he actually was mad at a girl. He was just climbing out of the pit of his confusion, and she had to come and push him right back down into an even deeper pit than the original. The sex may have been good, but there was absolutely no way he loved Zoro. He loved Nami. And Robin. And any other pretty girl he passed. He was a ladies man dammit. Not a marimo-man. But what if she was right? Robin was always a little too spookily accurate when it came to people. No, NO!! That wasn't even a possibility. Shit this was infuriating.

Sanji wallowed around in his confusion all day. He didn't make any special snacks. He didn't find excuses to go fawn over the girls. He just sat in the kitchen smoking cigarette after cigarette when he wasn't working on a meal. The rest of the crew seemed to worry about him, visiting him more than was necessary. But each time someone came, Sanji would find an excuse to shoo them away. He wanted to be alone. He wanted to think. Lunch and dinner passed uneventfully. Luffy seemed to have forgotten about what he said earlier. The only thing that scared Sanji was that Zoro seemed to have thought more in to Luffy's observation than the captain. The swordsman respected Sanji's wish for privacy, though looked up at the chef with slight concern a few times over the meals.

Sanji cleaned up quickly and decided that some sleep would do him good. He hurried to his room, changed, and got into bed. But he couldn't sleep. Sanji's mind wouldn't settle, and he remained restless for what seemed like hours. Suddenly a knock on his door broke the silence and gloom of his room.

"Who the hell could that be?" Sanji grumbled, and got out of bed to open the door. It was Zoro. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" Sanji asked, startled to see the man.

"I came to ask you why you were so mopey after breakfast." Zoro said, pushing his way into the room. "Does it have anything to do with what happened last night?" Sanji closed the door, ignoring Zoro's question. Then, surprising both himself and Zoro, he pulled Zoro into a forceful kiss. Zoro's eyes widened as Sanji lay siege to his mouth, taking a moment to begin kissing back.

Sanji did not understand why he had decided to kiss Zoro. All he knew was that when he was with the man, his confusion seemed to ebb away. Sanji wanted even more than last night. He wanted Zoro to be inside of him. He couldn't explain the lust, it was just there. Sanji started to slip his hands under Zoro's shirt and lift. Never breaking the kiss or backing down. The need for air finally overcame his need for Zoro, and he pulled away, taking the shirt with him. Panting, Sanji tried to return to Zoro's lips, but the marimo held him in place, looking sternly into his eyes.

"Sanji," Zoro said, using the chef real name to get his attention, "are you sure you want to do this again?" Sanji nodded and broke free of the man's hold. He wrapped his fingers in the startlingly soft green hair, and pulled Zoro back into the kiss. Zoro seemed to have gotten over his caution, and kissed back with the same vigor and passion as Sanji. Sanji felt the coarse fingers slip between the buttons of his night shirt, slowly and clumsily undoing each one. Finally, Zoro peeled off the shirt, and Sanji pulled him to the bed.

Sanji felt an erection growing, and Zoro chose that moment to grind their hips together. Sanji gasped. Zoro reached his hand down the front of the cook's spatula adorned pajama bottoms and grabbed Sanji's hardening length. Sanji trembled at the sudden cool contact, and responded buy doing the same to Zoro. He slipped his spindly fingers through the elastic at Zoro's waist, forged down through the soft hair, and grabbed at Zoro. They started rubbing simultaneously, still battling with their tongues. Both decided to remove the other's final modesties at the same time, finding themselves entirely nude and hard.

Zoro finally broke their kiss, and started moving lower, kissing Sanji's neck and chest before coming to a stop at one of the hardened pale red nipples. Sanji groaned as Zoro started flicking his tongue at it, and soon Zoro moved to the next. Zoro started trailing kisses down Sanji's stomach, and then reached Sanji's dick. Zoro skipped the tortuous foreplay this time, and went straight to bobbing and sucking. Sanji moaned with the pleasure. He didn't think he could take much more. Sanji grabbed the back of Zoro's head, and pulled him back up to join lips. Zoro seemed startled by the change, but got over it and kissed back. Sanji broke the kiss this time in order to say,

"Zoro, I want to let you in me." Sanji's statement obviously shocked the swordsman, whose eyes bulged.

"You sure?" Zoro asked. Sanji nodded. "Do you have any lotion then?" Sanji grinned, and pointed to the dresser near the bed.

"Upper right drawer." Sanji said, and admired the swordsman's perfectly curved ass as he walked over to find the lotion.

Zoro found the lotion and came back to the bed, squeezing some out onto his hand. He rubbed the slime around his fingers, and rubbed some on his cock. He bent back over Sanji, and gave him a quick kiss.

"This is gonna feel a little weird." Zoro warned, and slipped one cool finger inside Sanji's hole. 'a little weird' didn't exactly describe what the new sensation felt like. Sanji felt like he was burning and freezing, yet he wanted more. Zoro began to push and pull the finger, twisting slightly, and Sanji cried out. How could one little finger feel so fucking good? Zoro paused at the cry, but then redoubled his pace before pushing in another slicked finger. Sanji was nearly in ecstasy when Zoro added his last finger and slowly turned all three around. All of a sudden Zoro removed the fingers, making Sanji pine.

"Something else is comin' now. It's probably gonna hurt, but bare with it." Zoro bent over Sanji once more and connected their mouths, while Sanji felt something a good deal bigger than the fingers force its way inside.

Sanji would have screamed at the combination of pleasure and pain coursing throughout his body if Zoro hadn't been kissing him. Zoro pushed himself most of the way in, and paused to let Sanji get used to the intrusion. Sanji gasped and groaned, and Zoro began slowly. Sanji was already at the points of heaven and hell when Zoro started moving, at first slowly and then with increasing tempo. The feelings of pain faded to be replaced by the increasing pleasure. Then, Zoro hit something inside of him that made him wail with the pleasure overloading his senses. Zoro hit the same spot over and over again, making Sanji writhe with the sensation. It felt so good, and Sanji knew he was on the brink of release. Zoro thrusted a few more times, and he couldn't hold it back anymore. Sanji spilled white semen all over his body.

Zoro pumped in still, still filling Sanji with overwhelming pleasure before shooting hot viscous liquid inside Sanji. Sanji moaned at Zoro's release, and Zoro collapsed on top of him once again. The stickiness between the two went ignored, and they kissed lazily before Zoro rolled off and got up. Sanji didn't know why, but he didn't want Zoro to leave. It would just make him confused again.

"Zoro, could you stay a little longer?" Sanji asked knowing how pathetic it sounded. But Zoro just smiled and lay back down. Sanji was overjoyed, and found it hard not to whoop. He curled up against Zoro once more, and fell asleep, unconsciously wrapping an arm around the tough man.

Okay, I wrote some lemon. I was going to save it till next chapter, but I felt like throwing it in now. I actually have no clue what to write next, so there might be a fairly large time lapse. I'll try to post at least once a week though. If I have the necessary reviews that is. Send in at least five reviews, and I'll begin thinking about chapter five.