A/N: English is not my mother tongue, so pardon the mistakes~

Private Time 2nd Half – The Hard Part...

Strolling back to the med room, Zoro considered Robin's idea. He had never even tried to call the blond by his real name. Things like "lovecook", "shitty eyebrows" or "dartboard" were always sufficient...

He opened the door and let out a sigh of distress. He wouldn't live through the next week if someone would find out... Sanji had apparently shifted somewhat and was now lying there in an even more seductive way than before. His fairly sweaty hair was now framing his flushed face like a halo and his exposed upper body showed his abs and a nearly too sexy line of fine blond hair starting at his navel and tracing down to… well… Zoro gulped.
"Guess I'll start with the shoes…", he sweat dropped.
He went to stand at the end of the bed, looking at the cook from there. Great. That shitty bastard managed to look breathtaking from each and every direction…
He started concentrating on the shoes, untying the laces and carefully sliding them off. Taking out the high amount of smokes stuffed inside, he thought about what the cook might smell without his usual tobacco – smell lingering around. Most likely extremely good to him...
"Well, I don't have much of a problem with pulling his socks off either… Let's continue with those…", Zoro considered carefully.

But when Sanji let out another instinctive moan while he did that, his breath hitched nonetheless. In addition, his trousers which had somehow got back to comfortable when he had been on deck started to grow tight again. He was a real wreck... He just needed to touch the blond a little and blushed. He undid his clothes while he was freaking unconscious and already had his second boner in less than 30 minutes!

Looking in the socks brought him four whole cigarettes. He threw them in the sack and tossed the socks and the shoes he had been holding in the direction of the chair where the rest of Sanji's clothes was.
Somehow it got harder to breath for the swordsman every second.

The belt. He could do that without problems... Yes, the belt...

With his fingers trembling, he moved to stand beside his "patient" and started to unbuckle the black belt holding up the black trousers. Now and then brushing against the fair skin of his love's interest, he almost gave up on self control. Almost. He didn't jump the man as his mind had screamed over and over again. Instead, he leaned forward to touch the trained muscles that were lining up on the blonde's front and played with the line of hair with his fingers which brought him a moan from his sleeping beauty. Trying hard to keep his sanity, he kissed the lean figure's stomach and murmured: "Sanji…"
It sounded so good out of his mouth. Sanji. Sanji, Sanji. Why did he even bother to come up with stupid nicknames when the cook got a name as sweet as honey? Why did he never say it? Did he know before that that name was so sexy?
Kissing the white flesh of his Sanji over and over again, he finally mustered up the courage – oh yes, for once he was lacking that – to undo the blonde's trousers. Zoro slowly slid them off to take in the slender legs of the person he was feeling up – erm, searching. He took a deep breath and felt his trousers tightening even more and the pain growing stronger, the desire of release more and more present. Tugging of the black fabric, Zoro searched through it frantically, his fingers quivering as if it was unbearably cold. One, two, three, four, twenty cigs, thirty, forty, soon it would be hundred. And that in one piece of clothing. Having gained experience, Zoro also searched the seams and the inner filling and was everything but surprised to find dozens of smoke sticks in there too. He tossed them in the sack carelessly and brought the cloth to the others. He turned around, shaking his head, clearing it from all the dirty thoughts and closing his eyes to forget the goose bumps on his arms. Bad thing that the first thing he saw when opening them again was Sanji, lying on the bed almost bare, with only his briefers hiding his centre. Stunning, how fast those damn dirty thoughts were back.

But Zoro wanted to be faithful to the promise he made with himself. He wouldn't pull down that thing! However, he was also certain that the blonde cook had countless cigs in that thing too, and Luffy would rage if Sanji'd have only one left. Shaking, he made way to the bed – again – and brought his hands near the man's hips, only to pull back again. No way would he pull it down. No way. No w- ... Wait a minute. Didn't he see a white stick gazing outside from the seam? No way. Sure he'd have countless smokes there. Of course. Nobody would look there! Nobody... would... Taking in a deep breath, Zoro took the piece in his hands and tugged it down, squeezing his eyes shut. Who'd thought he was so damn innocent?

Now, Sanji was lying there in all his glory, exposed for everyone to see. Including the swordsman who was blushing like crazy.
The green-haired man opened his eyes hesitantly and gawked at the sight he was experiencing. He couldn't see the blonde's cock – thank god. The reason for this was that Sanji's "area" was covered in smokes. Covered. Zoro could bet that his behind was the same...
Brushing his face in order to get rid of the pearls of sweat, Zoro grabbed the sack and moved close to the bed, picking one cig after another. Carefully, he tried to not touch the blonde at any cost, because any reaction the cook would make would send him over the edge. More and more from Sanji's manly glory was revealed and after picking up the last cigs, Zoro was sweating and panting and sported a huge nosebleed. He decided to roll the blond around to wipe the smokes off from that delicious ass and then dress the passed out man as fast as he could. Said and done, he shifted Sanji around on his bed, which brought him a quiet sigh from him.
Grabbing the smokes that had, god was he lucky, fallen on the bed, he noticed something he'd have rather not seen. Two of those damn cigs were stuck between those tasty looking cheeks, so, to get them, he had no choice but to touch the firm flesh. The animal inside Zoro's chest roared and Zoro almost gave in to desire. His hands moved on their own as they roamed over Sanji's skin, massaging and teasing the hot flesh. Carelessly tugging out and throwing away the few cigs he had seen, Zoro's mouth leaped on the cook's behind, sucking and nibbling and taking in the feeling of his love interest's body warmth and smell. When he bit down softly only to hear a loud moan from the still unconscious man on the bed, he somewhat snapped out of it.

Blood rushed to his face once again and he started to dress up the blonde again without looking or touching too much. No second too late, because as soon as he was done with the tie, the door creaked softly and a cute little reindeer stood there.

"Hey, Zoro! You didn't hurt him now, did you? Poor Sanji… Did you search his clothes? Found something?"
Zoro simply pointed at the sack that was almost full again. Chopper's eyes grew bigger.

"Th- there was so much inside of him?"
The man didn't say anything. He just nodded. He felt if he'd open his mouth he'd giggle like a school girl or something even worse.
Rushing outside and thanking the heavens that Chopper had no idea about what a boner was, he took a deep breath – maybe the longest of his life. He went to his assigned field and dropped the sticks there. Maybe he wouldn't be last... He found even more cigarettes when searching Sanji than when looking through the gym... Who'd have guessed that?
Zoro was exhausted. He needed a cold beer and a good sleep after that. He didn't care about winning or losing. He just hoped Sanji would never. Ever. Ever find out who searched him.

A/N: Oooh, asdf I dunno what to say... Just saying sorry, bcs it takes so long to update right now... You'll get the rest of the story withing the next month, I can promise that...