Disclaimer: See Chapter One

Chapter Thirteen

I know what's best for me, but I want you instead

I keep on wasting all my time...

-Three Days Grace, "Over and Over"

xxx

Zoro gathered up his clothing and glanced around the living room before shutting the light off and heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. What was he doing? Why couldn't he just admit…well, he had admitted it, but…why couldn't he just accept that he wanted Sanji? The other man was beautiful, all long limbs and pale, creamy skin and golden hair and those legs…Zoro clutched the countertop with his fingers and let his hand slide up his torso, realizing that he'd never really even been interested in what made him feel good. It wasn't that he was ashamed of his body, but every time he looked at or felt that scar there was always the reminder that he wasn't good enough. That another man had held his very life in his hands, and it was only because of him that Zoro was still alive. That unless Zoro got better…a lot better…he would never be able to keep his promise to Kuina.

Kuina.

And that's why Zoro never let himself get into a relationship; why he remained alone and untouchable. He knew that women found him attractive: he did have a good body, but he had trained for years and had done it only to get stronger. Truthfully, those muscular men on television that built themselves up just to pick up women disgusted him, and he hated the women that looked at him as if he were one of those men. He had heard from enough tipsy girls at bars that the green hair was exotic and the earrings were hot, but it wasn't as if he were exactly handsome…his face was far too rugged for that, he thought.

Not like Sanji, who toed the line between being handsome and being beautiful with such dexterity that sometimes Zoro found it hard to believe that the man hadn't found a steady partner yet. But could Zoro afford to let himself be swept away by this lust-driven man that now shared his bed, or would it be detrimental to his goal? He reminded himself that even Lucci…Lucci, who was the most focussed and single-minded person he knew (through reputation, of course…he'd only met the man once), had been able to have a relationship at one point, and it certainly hadn't narrowed his focus any, but…

His fingers traced the scar, his shame, before he decided to do something he never had before and rubbed his nipple lightly, the same tingling sensations that had occurred when Sanji had done it happening again. Intrigued, he closed his eyes and slid a hand down his torso and to his boxers, feeling slightly embarrassed before he palmed the front, rubbing up and down and being strangely disappointed when nothing happened.

Of course he had been through puberty and the awkwardly embarrassing moments that came with it, but he had never been aroused by watching dirty movies or looking at girls in bikinis or anything that his classmates talked about. It was fighting: show him a good wrestling match and you were likely to get more response out of him than a hundred women could give.

But even those days had passed. He fought regularly now; down at the gym against whomever would face him, although these days that was only one man, and Zoro belatedly realized that he had been forced to shift a little uncomfortably when Kaku did those inhuman backbends and contorted his body in ways that should have not been possible. In fact, if he had taken the time to actually look at what those two had been doing that morning in the living room instead of running out prepared to break up a fight, he would have…

A groan involuntarily passed his lips as he considered the positions that those two men could get into without even trying, and now he had one that was willing to give him whatever he wished. He could wrap Sanji's legs around his waist and…

No. Now wasn't the time. He shook his head and had the intended glass of water before going into the bedroom, figuring that by now Sanji should have had plenty of time to change and be in bed.

000

Candles, Sanji thought absently as he rifled through his mostly-unpacked suitcase. He knew he had bought some souvenir ones from…ah, there they were! He pulled them out with a triumphant "Ah-hah!" and set them aside, grabbing a lighter in the process. There. Perfect.

Hanging up his shirt and pants neatly in the closet, he slid off his boxers and tossed them in the hamper before digging through said suitcase once more and coming up with what he was sure to be his secret weapon. He had learned a lot of kinky things in Japan (they had 'love hotels,' after all) and a few of his friends had decided that as a parting gift they would bring him some items from an adults-only store in the neighbourhood.

Which explained what he was about to do rather nicely, he thought. He reached into the bag of items and pulled out a pair of skin-tight leather underwear that barely covered his most private organs and pulled them on, wincing a little at how tight they actually were but knowing that this was going to be worth every second of discomfort.

Lighting the candles (not that the mood could be improved any, he thought wryly. The room was just too stark and ugly) he set them on surfaces relatively far from the bed (didn't want to start a fire, after all) and turned out the light, satisfied that the warm candlelight provided an intimate glow. Laying down on the bed, he sprawled cat-like and waited for his prey.

000

Zoro pushed open the door to the bedroom and blinked, eyes widening as he took in the sight before him. Sanji, spread like sin itself over the sheets, his skin honey-hued in the candlelight and hair shining like burnished gold. He smiled at Zoro as the younger man entered and sat up, crooking a finger in order to beckon Zoro to the bed.

The swordsman dropped his discarded bundle of clothes onto the floor and obeyed, feeling strangely compelled. His eyes drifted downward before snapping up, but he knew it was too late and the image of those far too small undergarments would be in his head for a long time. He climbed slowly onto the bed as Sanji pushed him down and crawled over him, looking down at him with a predatory smirk. "So…" he purred, hand sliding down Zoro's torso to cup the front of his boxers. "You change your mind about stopping?"

Zoro wanted to touch. He ached to touch. But something was still stopping him…some irrational fear that whatever he did would be wrong. He kept his fists clenched in the sheets as Sanji continued to tease him, but soon the cook's hand moved away and he lowered his hips, bringing him into contact with Zoro, who gasped as the blonde gave a quick downward thrust. Bracing himself on his hands so that he could achieve a better angle, he continued to roll his hips, and every point of contact sent waves of pleasure coursing through Zoro's body.

If he wasn't aroused before, he certainly was now. His boxers were much too tight, and he could only imagine what kind of pain Sanji was in wearing the little clothing that he was. Sanji's mouth was open and he was panting heavily now, tiny moans leaving his throat whenever he ground down, and Zoro decided that it was time he smartened up and did something.

His hand released the bunched sheets slowly and reached to grip Sanji's shoulder before sliding down his chest. Sanji wouldn't have done those things to him before if they hadn't felt good, right? He rubbed the pad of a calloused thumb over one of the blonde's soft pink nipples, shuddering at the groan of pleasure it produced. Sanji lowered his head enough to bring their mouths together, nipping at Zoro's bottom lip until the swordsman opened his mouth and the blonde slid his tongue in, teeth clashing as he kept moving his hips.

And this was it, Zoro realized. There was no going back. He was really…having his first…he bucked up to meet Sanji and the older man made the most delicious noise deep in his throat. The cook's head was down now, staring at Zoro's chest as he concentrated on what he was doing with his lower body, and Zoro bent his neck forward so that he could whisper in Sanji's ear. He had a feeling that Sanji was taking it slow for his sake, but if there was one thing he hated, it was being coddled. "Faster," he managed to gasp, and Sanji snapped his head up to look at him, their eyes meeting for the first time since Zoro had climbed onto the bed. The sheer lust in Sanji's blue eyes made every part of him ache with need, and Zoro kept eye contact even when Sanji's speed increased, taking all of him in. The swordsman could tell that this wasn't going to last long, at least on his end, and he felt a more intense burn than he had ever thought possible building in his abdomen as he nosed under Sanji's chin and kissed his flushed neck, skin salty with sweat as he nipped at the other man's pulse and his hands finally came to brace themselves on Sanji's thighs, thrusting him down harder.

"Ah…Zoro…" Sanji forced out, his head spinning. He was still in disbelief that Zoro would allow this. In all actuality he had assumed that Zoro would take one look at him and tell him to put clothes on, but this…this…Zoro was far too good for a virgin. His lips felt like hot irons on the soft skin of Sanji's throat, and Sanji gave himself over to it and arched his head back farther than any human should have found possible, curling back over himself as the rhythm of his hips never faltered. His full weight was on his hands now, and he wondered briefly if Zoro would complain when he collapsed right on top of him, but he could feel how close he was to the edge.

Sanji snapped his hips down as fast as he could, settling for rubbing instead of thrusting and getting as much contact as was possible through the thin material separating them. He wanted to see Zoro…all of Zoro…and touch him, taste him, be one with him…the thought of that was enough to send him over the edge, and he threw his head back farther with a gasping moan as he came, shuddering at the intensity of it as he felt Zoro buck to meet him one more time and then still. Sanji watched Zoro's face contort as the pleasure-pain of his own orgasm ripped through him, and as his elbows started to shake he let himself fall, earning an 'oomph' from Zoro as he flopped, boneless, on top of him.

When he could think rationally again, he realized that Zoro's fingers were trailing lightly through his hair and he allowed himself to smile, wrinkling his nose at the state of their underwear but knowing that it could be easily remedied tomorrow. He placed soft, butterfly kisses on whatever part of Zoro's torso he could reach as Zoro shuddered and drew in a deep breath, his hand stilling. "Zoro?"

"Sanji, that was…" Zoro sounded unsure of what he should say, and settled for, "Thank you."

"It was alright, though? Did you want it?" Sanji forced himself to look into Zoro's dark green eyes. "Or was I making assumptions again?"

"I didn't," Zoro said firmly, and Sanji flinched. "But only because I didn't know how good it felt. So I'd better not hear you apologizing or something stupid, love-cook, because you don't need to."

"You're sure?"

"Would I say so if I wasn't?" Zoro snorted, his hand running down the smooth skin on Sanji's back and reaching a rougher line of slightly-raised skin just above the waistline of his underpants. "Oi, cook, what's this from?"

"That?" Sanji glanced up and blinked. "You mean, nobody ever told you?"

"Told me what?"

"Remember back when we were in grade eleven and Nami got that horrible fever? Luffy decided that he'd carry her to the hospital and ran across the street without looking. It was like 2 in the morning and some drunk driver came around the corner in the wrong lane and…" he paused to suck in a breath. "I pushed Luffy out of the way. Car hit me right about there. Chopper's foster-mom said I was lucky I wasn't paralyzed. It was a spine fracture and I was a little beaten up, but it doesn't really bother me anymore. The only problem is going through metal detectors, but most people will give you some sympathy if you explain what happened. Luffy was horrified, but I think I've convinced him that it wasn't his fault."

Zoro wracked his brain as Sanji stopped and realized that there was a fairly lengthy period where Sanji was absent from classes, but he had assumed it was because of his eventual cooking career or just getting ready for his transfer to Japan. Of course, he hadn't really cared one way or the other about Sanji at that point, but still… "I feel like such a jerk; not even noticing that…"

"Hey, it's fine. We tried to keep it under wraps," Sanji closed his eyes and basked in the warmth and security that Zoro emitted so naturally. "Ne, Zoro?"

"Yeah?"

"What were you more afraid of? Having sex or worrying that you wouldn't be able to return whatever I was giving?"

"The second one," Zoro admitted easily.

"Thought so. I'm…glad you let me."

"I think I am, too."

Sanji stretched and stood up. "Guess we should change. You want the bathroom?"

"Yeah," Zoro got out of the bed and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers before he left for the washroom, and this time when he came back Sanji was under the covers. Zoro slid in and Sanji turned to face him, brushing a light kiss against his lips. "Want me to wake you up?"

"If you don't mind," Sanji yawned. "You don't, do you?"

"It's fine," Zoro put a hand in the small of Sanji's back and pulled him close. "Thank you. Again."

"Really, it was nothing," Sanji tangled their legs together and sighed. "Now, I'm tired, and I'm going to be run ragged tomorrow. Sleep?"

"Sleep," Zoro agreed with a chuckle, letting his lips linger in Sanji's soft golden hair for a moment before he felt himself drifting off.

000

Sanji slipped into the coffee shop and sat down at a table relatively close to the back, propping his feet up on the chair across from him and checking his watch. 2:16. Good.

He yawned and stretched his arms over his head, rolling his neck from side to side to work out the kinks. Zeff had been right. Brunch had been crazy. And the fact that the old geezer was about ready to murder Paulie with the kitchen knives because the blonde man had to chastise every woman who came through the door that wore a skirt shorter than about mid-calf didn't help. Sanji found the older man amusing and he had gotten on well with him, but he could tell that Zeff wasn't impressed.

He had managed to get away relatively on-time with the promise to Paulie that he was going straight home with a friend, and had slid across the street and into the coffee shop. It wasn't a lie, exactly. He was meeting a friend. But he'd told Zoro that Zeff wanted him to stay later at work to try some new recipes again, and while he felt a little guilty about lying, he also knew that it was the only way that he would be able to have this meeting without somebody else breathing down his neck.

The door to the shop opened and Sanji glanced up, a grin spreading across his face at the sight of the man entering. He spotted Sanji and waved, manoeuvring around chairs, tables and customers as he walked over to the blonde. Sanji studied him, noting that not much had changed about Don Krieg's second-in-command in two years. He still wore a plan forest-green t-shirt under a grey jacket with a dragon emblazoned on the back, still had those red ball earrings and the headband that matched his sweat-suit, and still looked obscenely sallow and unhealthy, but Sanji had learnt that yes, that was the way he actually looked and no, he was not terminally ill.

Gin was a strange man who had wandered into the Baratie nearly four years ago now, on the brink of starvation after being caught out in one of the vicious winter storms that battered the city. None of the other chefs would feed him, but Sanji took pity on him and did (Zeff kicked him for it afterward, but he knew that was the old man's way of saying he did the right thing), and he and Gin had been friends ever since. He knew that the other man was involved in some not-so-legitimate activities, but to think that he was the right-hand man of the most notorious gang leader in Vancouver…

"Hey, Sanji!" he rounded the table and Sanji stood to shake his hand, clapping him on the back with his smile still firmly in place.

"Gin, you old devil. Long time no see!"

"No kidding, man," Gin sat down.

"Hey, you want something? Coffee?"

"Yeah, sure," Gin nodded and Sanji went to the counter, returning momentarily with coffee for Gin and his customary tea for himself. "Now, I take it you don't have much time for us to just catch up, so should we get straight to business?"

"Unfortunately you're right, so let's."

"You know about the murder," Gin said quietly.

"And you know CP9's tracking it," Sanji returned.

"Yeah. Look, Sanji, I…"

"I know that you didn't have anything to do with it, Gin," Sanji waved off his apology. "Don't worry. The only reason I called you here is because these little friends of yours are out for my head now, and I don't want to put you in any danger, but if there's any way you can throw them off the track…"

"I've been doing it already," Gin admitted. "What I can, at any rate. I told them I spotted you over in Richmond. It's close enough to the University that it's possible you're living there, and yet far enough from where you do live that they won't accidentally stumble onto your place. Krieg knows that I know the Baratie, of course, and he knows that you're back from Japan, but even he isn't stupid enough to think that you'd tell me everything about yourself. I'm only making assumptions about your location, anyway."

"Well, as long as they stay in Richmond that's good for me," Sanji nodded. "But if it looks like anything is going to get you into trouble, you have to tell them what you know."

"Sanji, I can't…"

"Promise me," Sanji grabbed his hand across the table and stared into his dark eyes. "I saved your life once, Gin. The least you can do for me is try to keep it safe."

"But Sanji, I…"

"So, this is where the little fox went hiding."

Sanji's head snapped up at the words, and he found himself looking up at two people who had somehow snuck imperceptibly over to their table. "K-Kalifa. I…"

"Yes, I'm sure there's a wonderful explanation for this," she smiled at him. "But I have to confess, I never thought I'd see you and Krieg's right-hand man conversing over coffee."

"Hn? So this is the little brat you guys are lookin' after, eh?" the man with Kalifa examined Sanji closely. He was obviously a few years older than Kalifa, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail and a small, pointed goatee and long moustache. He had sunglasses perched on the top of his head and a rather impressive scar running down the left side of his face as well as gold hoop earrings in both of his ears. Baring his teeth in a wolf-like grin, he barked out a laugh. "Ah, you guys get all the bad jobs. Fukurou, Kumadori and I just get to blow things up."

"Not everyone is as obsessed with violence as you are, Jyabura," Kalifa said sharply. "Sanji, this is Jyabura. He's a co-worked of mine and a fellow member of CP9, although certainly not at the level your personal guards are at."

"Oh, so you and nose-boy are at a different level, is that it?" Jyabura growled. "Let me tell you, woman, I haven't been having a very good week, so unless you want to make me really angry…"

"Gyatherine dumped you. I know," Kalifa adjusted her glasses and looked straight ahead as Jyabura sputtered indignantly behind her.

"H-how do you know?"

"Fukurou told the whole office. Everyone knows," she shrugged. "He's also mentioned that the reason she left you is because she's now pursuing Lucci…"

"I'll kill him!"

"Sit down and stop embarrassing yourself," she suggested. "Now, Sanji," she sat in the remaining chair and crossed her legs primly. "You're friends with this man?"

"I am. We've known each other a few years," Sanji replied truthfully.

"I see," she sighed. "Well, then, I suppose I'll have to trust you. Because, Mr. Gin, I assume you know what happens to anyone who double-crosses CP9? I'm sure your entire little gang knows what Rob Lucci is capable of."

"I'd never do anything to hurt Sanji! I owe him my life!" Gin exclaimed, his eyes wide and haunted. "I swear!"

"Haha, lookit how scared he is!" Jyabura chuckled. "I tell ya, Kalifa, if these are the type of men they have runnin' their gangs right now, we'll have no problem flushin' them out! Heck, I bet a woman could run one better!"

"That's sexual harassment," Kalifa said shortly, causing Jyabura to growl at her. "Sanji, why was Paulie watching you this morning?"

"Kaku told me that since it was an unscheduled shift he assumed you were all busy," Sanji explained.

"I see. Well, no matter," she glanced at Jyabura. "Get us some coffee."

"Don't order me around, woman, or I'll…"

"Sexual harassment," she drawled, but Jyabura shut his mouth quickly and went over to the counter. They were quiet until a sulky Jyabura returned with the coffee, and soon he was off and ranting about Gyatherine once more. "I mean, what does she see in that icicle? Honestly, it's like the man doesn't even know he has a…"

"Jyabura, we're in public," Kalifa snapped quickly. "And I assure you, his sexual capability should not be called into question."

"Meaning what?"

"I bet Sanji knows," Kalifa smiled at the younger blonde. "Don't you, Sanji?"

"It's not exactly information I'm supposed to give out. If I have it," he amended, but he could tell from the smile on Kalifa's face that she knew he knew.

"What? What? Does he have a secret lover…is he already Gyatherine's…"

Kalifa clamped a hand over Jyabura's mouth and sighed. "No, your little idiot secretary girlfriend is not tumbling into bed with him. But really, Jyabura, one would think you'd have noticed. It can't be hard to guess who Lucci's lover was."

" 'Was?'" he looked suspicious. "Meaning…oi, is it really a good idea to be talking about this with him here?" he jerked a thumb at Gin, who looked a little intimidated by the other people there.

"I won't tell anyone. I doubt Don Krieg cares who the leader of CP9 sleeps with," Gin shrugged.

"He's right," Kalifa nodded. "So, Jyabura? Figured it out?"

"There's really only one person he could have…I mean…" Jyabura shook his head quickly. "He and nose-boy, huh? Always was suspicious, but they hid it so well."

"Not quite well enough. Sanji, has Kaku said anything to you about being attracted to me?" Kalifa questioned quickly.

"Yes…"

"Thought so. He's not," she assured Sanji quickly.

"I got that impression from him yesterday when I finally got the truth out of him. He still loves Lucci, huh?" Sanji tilted his head to the side and took a sip of his tea.

"How anyone can love that man is beyond me," Jyabura snorted. "Besides, it's not like Kaku's getting' anywhere with it. He should just give it up."

"Are you going to give up Gyatherine?" Kalifa asked pleasantly.

"Not a chance!"

"I smell a hypocrite," she smiled.

"Ah, Kaku's been moping around for ages now," Jyabura sniffed. "He should just get himself laid and get it over with."

"Well, from what I hear, you're available," Kalifa baited.

"Shut up, woman! He's like what, twelve years younger than me? It'd be like screwing my little brother!" Jyabura exclaimed. "That's sick!"

"Well, well, the mongrel has morals after all," a silky voice intoned behind Jyabura, who froze before glancing over his shoulder at the dark-haired man ordering coffee. "Good day, Sanji."

"Lucci," Sanji shared a glance with Gin, who visibly swallowed.

"So, I take it you're the so-called 'cold-hearted demon.' Gin, was it?" Lucci held out a hand, and Gin took it warily.

"I am. And you're Rob Lucci."

"Correct. I must admit, this is the most unconventional case I've ever worked on," he sat and crossed his legs. "Not only does out client have an unusual affiliation with members of CP9, but he's also befriended one of the enemy. You're a strange man, Sanji Blackleg."

"I'm not sure how to take that," Sanji blinked.

"As a compliment," a deep voice intoned, and Sanji glanced up to see a rather large man making his way to their table. He looked relatively normal, although his hair gave new meaning to the term 'cowlick.' It looked like a pair of horns. "Believe me, young man, I've had to deal with this one for years. If it's not obviously an insult, it's a compliment."

"Sanji, this is Blueno," Kalifa motioned with her hand. "Rob, I thought you were with your boyfriend. What's going on?"

"Roronoa," Lucci said by way of explanation. "And don't call him that."

"Aw, c'mon, Robbie," Jyabura was grinning again. "You know you want 'im, so just take 'im. He's not gonna say no, that's for sure. He's pining as bad as a little g…"

"Don't say it," Kalifa said, not looking as Jyabura even as the older man shut his mouth and glared at her. "It's Lucci's own problem."

"I'm glad you see it that way," Lucci looked remarkably unconcerned. "Admittedly, the boy and I are a good match, but the work I do is far more important than whether or not I have a steady lover."

"Or a lover at all," Jyabura muttered.

"Oh, Jyabura, what's this I hear about Gyatherine?" Lucci's smile turned feral. "Perhaps I will take a new l…"

"Do it and I'll kill you!"

"Boys, please!" Kalifa tugged on Jyabura's arm to get him to sit down. "We're attracting attention."

"Speaking of that," Gin cleared his throat. "I should go. If anyone from Krieg's band walks by and sees me here with half of CP9, it won't be good."

"True enough," Blueno agreed in his deep voice. "Go on, then."

"Great seeing you again, Sanji," Gin held out his hand and Sanji clasped it firmly.

"Take care of yourself."

Gin nodded and gave him a small wave as he walked out.

"You're certain that you can trust him?" Lucci asked as soon as the other man was out of earshot, one arched eyebrow raised slightly in suspicion.

"As certain as I am about any of you," Sanji countered truthfully, earning a tight-lipped smile from the older man.

"At least you don't trust easily," Lucci looked impressed.

Sanji was about to reply when his phone vibrated, and he pulled it out to read a text message: "Zeff says you left an hour ago. Where are you, babe?" Sighing, Sanji typed a quick response and mentally counted to ten before the doors of the coffee shop burst open.

"SAAANJJIIII!"

Sanji blocked Luffy's mad flight over the table with an upraised foot, and the boy stopped dead in his tracks. "Watch it, Luffy. I'd rather not get us kicked out of the place because you haven't taken your Ritalin," Sanji muttered. "Oi, Ace, can't you control your brother?"

"He's not a kid," Ace huffed, seeing no empty chairs and dropping himself onto Sanji's lap. "But seriously, Sanji, you've been here the whole time?"

"Yes," Sanji assured him. "And under guard. Lots of them, so don't worry."

"But why'd you run off from work like that?"

"Am I not even allowed to get my afternoon tea anymore?" Sanji rolled his eyes. "Ace, I can take care of myself. You have to stop worrying so much."

"What do you expect me to do?" Ace glanced down at him. "You know I'd kill these guys with my bare hands for even daring to threaten you, but…"

"Leave that to us, young man," Lucci said casually. "There's less chance we'll get in trouble for it."

"You can do that?" Ace looked sceptical.

"Under threat," Blueno replied. "Self-defence or the defence of our client."

"Speaking of which," Sanji cleared his throat. "If I'm technically your 'client,' does that mean…"

"You don't have to pay us," Kalifa assured him, patting his arm. "It's the decision of our boss to look after you in conjunction with the police department. We would do the same for anyone we thought was at risk, but perhaps the fact that you have ties with the navy and the coast guard don't hurt any."

"Good. Because I don't have all that much," Sanji admitted with a sheepish laugh.

"It would have been amusing, though, if you thought that you'd have to…" Lucci drawled, looking smug.

"Amusing for you, maybe," Sanji muttered. "Ace, get off."

"Sanji, baby…"

"Not that I don't like you there," Sanji placated the older man, "but I have to go. There's an essay I have to write."

"Aw, kids these days, always leavin' everything 'til the last minute," Jyabura scoffed.

"Yeah, well, my weekend's been pretty screwed up, if you haven't noticed," Sanji said with a sarcastic grin. "After all, it's not every day you get told your name's on a death list."

"Jyabura, leave it," Kalifa stood. "Do you need an escort?"

"I thought I don't officially start getting shadowed until tomorrow."

"You don't. That's why I'm asking," she explained.

"I'll be fine," Sanji assured them. He squeezed Ace's hand and gave him a smile, walking out of the coffee shop only to hear Luffy start bombarding Lucci with questions.

"Oi, pigeon guy! You're pigeon guy, right? But where's your pigeon? I'm hungry. Hey, what do pigeons eat? Hey, Ace, what are we eating tonight? Oi…"

Sanji shook his head and drowned out Luffy's incessant questions as the door shut behind him and he started to make his way back to the apartment.

Notes:

1. Well…I like the second half of this chapter, at least xP I'm never confident in my semi-smutty writing, so don't expect me to ever say I like any of it. However, we DO get the appearance of Gin and Jyabs was super fun to write since I haven't written much of him in the past :P

2. Did anyone actually read what was going on in Chapter 544 or were we all too distracted by the cover? It's a shame, really, because Sanji would make such a lovely girl, but Oda had to ruin it with ugly makeup and an unflattering dress :(

That's it! Hope everyone enjoyed!