Title: Jealousy

Rating: T

Pairing: ZoSan

Other: AU

Sanji flipped open his phone after hearing a few beeps making a simple tuen. Usually when he was in school, he always ignored incoming messages, but when he saw the name Zoro in the sender's blank, he decided to take a peek at it.

Hey, sorry, but I have to stay after school again today.

Usually when a message like this was given, he wouldn't have minded and wished Zoro a good time, but today was different because the two of them had made 'Special Plans' for that evening.

What? Why?

Sanji knitted his brows together wondering what could stop something like this. Usually Zoro was pretty eager when it came to sex. Had the blonde turned him off or something? This had better be a valid excuse because Sanji was pretty excited this time around.

I just found out that Kendo was going to be an hour longer than expected. Sorry.

Sanji sighed, now knowing there was no way to convince him to come over anyways. He knew that even he couldn't compete with Zoro's love for kendo.

Alright.

Sanji walked down a pretty empty hallway, making his way to the school gym. Zoro was only supposed to be in there for a few more minutes and Sanji wanted to pay him a visit.

As always, there was his green-haired boyfriend in his all-black kendo uniform. A layer of sweat layed on his face, neck, and what parts of his chest you got to see. The edges of Sanji's smoke flavored mouth tugged upwards… for all but about two seconds.

There he was, President of the Kendo club, as well as the object of all Sanji's jealousy; Mihawk. Also all in black and covered in sweat. A bit paler than the one Sanji was just looking at and barely slimmer with black hair and somewhat of a royal air about him.

For two entire hours, Zoro looked only at him. He studied his every movement and tried his best to mimick them. For two entire hours, Sanji was wiped completely from his thoughts and this guy replaced him. Mihawk was a respectable, and straight, man, but Sanji hated him.

Sure there were other guys in kendo, but Sanji payed neither of them any mind. Sanji stood brooding in the back of the gym. He didn't like the two of them being so close, or Zoro laughing every two seconds as though he was having the time of his life. And he definitely didn't like where either of their eyes were going… Why is it that whenever he and Zoro got together, they ended up getting into an argument, but this guy could, just as easily, make him smile?

He despised the stranger and only wanted to get out of there, dragging along his disappointing boyfriend. Just when he thought he couldn't have resisted the urge to do so for another minute, he heard some goodbyes. As he looked up again, the group was dispersing.

"Oh, you're here." An advancing green-haired idiot called non-challantly to him.

This was a normal greeting, but just the fact that Zoro hadn't noticed him walking in, or how he greeted him in such a bored tone hurt.

"Duh." Sanji muttered sarcastically as Zoro walked past him.

Sanji drove the two of them back to his house in silence, which Zoro hadn't noticed or didn't see as awkward. Sanji, however, did. He guessed their plans were ruined and there was no point in even bringing it up. 'Maybe next time… This idiot still probably has his mind on that dumbass kendo instructor. Who cares about it anyways? He's the one missing out..'

The evening had carried on as usual, and despite the ruined plan, Zoro still was going to stay over. Sanji didn't protest, that is, until later that night.

After settling down on a couch, the pair began to watch some program neither particularly cared for. When Zoro turned Sanji's face to kiss him, he figured it was out of boredom and obliged. When he ran a calloused hand up his shirt and over his chest, Sanji thought it was only for kissing's sake. However, when he felt his zipper being undone and a hand finding its way to his crotch, he did not submit. A slightly-heeled, polished show collided with the back of this idiot's marimo head.

"Wha—Sanji! What the hell?!" An angry and gruff voiced yelled from beside him, making Sanji flinch.

"What do you mean by that?? It's your damn fault anyways. No way I want to have sex with you now!" Images of Mihawk crawled into Sanji's head and that was all he needed to blow up the situation.

"What.. What the hell!" Zoro repeated dumbly as a wave of guilt rushed over him, wondering what he had done wrong. This was Sanji's idea in the first place, why was he so defensive about it now?

"Just.." Sanji tried to think of a vague way to explain why he was so pissed off, but could think of nothing. "Nevermind. Nevermind." He lifted a slender hand to his crown and massaged his temples with two long fingers as he scooted to the opposite side of the couch.

"Nah." Zoro calmed his voice, trying to sound more empathetic than confused or mad. "C'mon. Out with it." He followed the blond and placed a comforting hand on his knee.

No way was Sanji gonna say the real reason. He'd thought this for almost the entire school year now and knew he would never hear the end of it had his secret been revealed. 'Shit. I need a lie. A lie.'

"Uh, well" Sanji tooked down to the white carpet. "I was just thinking too much. Ha. It's really nothing important."

"Oh. I see." Zoro stated simply and sanji let out a breath. The broader man leaned to his left to give his boyfriend a lingering kiss on the jaw. "If you really think I believe that for a second, you're a bigger idiot than I thought." Zoro whispered.

'Shit.'

"It's the truth." Sanji was no good at lying. As soon as the words left his mouth, Zoro scoffed.

"I'll say it again; out with it." Zoro grinned even though were glaring. Sanji didn't see the point in keeping this up for much longer.

"Hey, what's your relationship with Mihawk...? Exactly?" A light tint of pink dusted Sanji's cheeks where the extra blood rushed, despite his best attempts of supressing it.

"Wha- … Mihawk?" Zoro's eyes widened for a rare moment, then smiled as he thought for a while.

The stupid grin on his dumbass face only stoked Sanji's anger he blurted out a "Well??"

"What do you mean? Were not in a relationship!" Zoro yelled and caused a moment of awkward silence. Sanji sighed.

"That… Isn't what I meant.." Sanji scratched his scalp in frusteration.

"What?"

"Uh, I mean… how do you think of him? Mihawk." Sanji held out his hands, palms-up and shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, uh, I don't know. He's pretty cool; yeah. Why do you as—Wait." Zoro suddenly laughed a bit, coming to a realization. "This isn't over him is it? It is, isn't it?"

Another hit to Zoro's head stopped his laughing abruptly, and he returned it with a fist to the blonde's chin. This caused more yelling.

"Why the hell do you stare at him all damn day like some girl with a crush then?!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?? Why are you yelling like you're jealous or something?"

"Fuck this!" But just as Sanji came to his feet, a hard tug on the wrist pulled him back beside the bigger male. His face was red, and whether it was out of embarassment or rage, Zoro would never know. But he tok a fist of lightly coloured hair, pulled it up so that the pair's faces were level. Zro silenced him with a fierce, angry kiss that lasted a while. Zoro didn't get it really, but he wanted to destroy any thoughts Sanji might have that he cared for anyone else.

"I have no idea what the hell you're thinking… but if you are, there's no reason to be jealous of 'im. Uh…" Zoro squinted in a strange attempt at consolation. Sanji smirked while the man beside him racked his brain for comforting words.

Finally, the blonde laughed heartily, being unable to keep a straight face while looking at Zoro's.

"What the hell? Here I am tr-"before a nother argument could start, Sanji clamped a hand over Zoro's frowning mouth.

"Nevermind. You don't really have to say anymore. It's my fault. Nevermind." A smile on his outh, he lifted a thin leg over Zoro's waist and shifted to straddle his lap.

"Now, about those plans…" The smile spread to both of their faces.