Chap. 3- Sanji's Outburst
"Dammit Sanji! What gave you the right to move my hammock! I had it at just the right spot!" Zolo spat, standing menacingly in front of Sanji, who simply took a drawl of his smoke and blew it out into a puff into Zolo's face.
"It was gettin' in the way." he answered cooly and calmly through his cigarette.
"GOD! I hate you! You good for nothing frying-pan!" "Well I lo-... loathe ya too ya shitty marimo!" Sanji hissed back, getting everyone around him, including Zolo, to look at him weirdly.
"Oi Sanji! It sounded like you were going to say that you loved Zolo! Hahahahah!" Luffy shouted, throwing a random laughter fit.
Luffy's outburst made everyone look at Sanji then at Zolo, before they too began to laugh. "Yeah right! Maybe when Hell freezes over!" Nami choked out in laughter, holding her stomach.
Zolo looked at Sanji, the crew, then back at Sanji before he snorted, stomping off to put his hammock in its original place.
God... I hate acting like this towards Sanji... I don't hate him... I love him... And I know he loves me too... he just doesn't know it yet...
Zolo sighed heavily in thought while climbing into his hammock, staring at the mid-afternoon sky.
What would the crew think? Would they think differently of me because I love a guy? Would they treat me differently? How would they feel if they found out that I'm... gay?
The questions ran wild through his head, making his stomach churn uncomfortably.
Am I really gay? or am I Bi? ... Gah! I don't know who or what I am! I don't know what to think anymore!
Soon Zolo fell asleep with the never-ending questions popping into his mind.
Zolo was awakened to the sound of Luffy's loud, obnoxious, excited voice.
"An Island! An Island! Finally! An Island!" he shouted happily, jumping up and down, eagerly waiting for the ship to get docked so he could bolt off of the ship and run off to find a restaurant to stuff his mouth full of an endless supply of food.
"Zolo and Sanji are staying on board to keep an eye on the ship while we're gone!" Luffy shouted, leaning dangerously far over the railing.
"Wha! I have to go shoppin' foi new ingredients! Not to mention to re-stock our'a food supply, our wata supply, soap supply...-" Sanji protested, listing off the many things he needed to go off and buy.
"Don't worry Sanji-San! All I have to do is get a little bit of supplies for my inventions and sling-shot. I'll get what you need for you! I just need a list." Ussop butted in, only to get Sanji give off a defeated sigh and grab a piece of paper out of his pocket; which was fully listed with all the supplies he needed.
"That's a lot..." "Well that's what we get for having an endless pit for a Captain..."
"What's going on?" Zolo groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"We've spotted an island, and are planning to dock at it within minutes. You and Sanji are to stay back to guard the ship." Nami said matter of factly, running her fingers through her short, orange hair.
"Nuh unh! I'm Not staying here with the ero-cook all by myself!" Zolo retorted, hiding the joy that bubbled within him.
"And you tink I want to stay he'ar with you, shitty marimo? I don't tink so! But, it's the captains orda's, and we have to obey his orda's..." Sanji sighed, irritated and annoyed.
"Whatever... I'm going back to sleep..." Zolo snorted, turning to leave.
"Oh no you don't! We've got cleanin' to do!"
"Have fun you two!" Nami teased, before she and the others hopped off of the ship, anchoring down for the night.
"Good for nothing... Annoying little..." Zolo kept mumbling beneath his breath, completely annoyed about having to clean.
The only thing that he did like, was that he got to spend time with Sanji... Even if it was just the two of them bickering with one another.
Zolo was stuck sweeping the floors, while Sanji did the dishes.
"Zolo... quit your complainin'. The soon'a we get the cho'ise done, the soon'a we can relax." Sanji barked, having Zolo growl in protest while he worked his way to the front of the kitchen; towards Sanji.
Sanji went to turn around to grab something from behind him, when him and Zolo bumped into each other, causing them both to fall onto the floor in a tangled mess.
Zolo's hands were on either side of Sanji's neck, while his legs straddled his waist.
Their noses touching, both of their eyes and mouths opened wide in shock, but neither of them protested to move.
After staring into Sanji's eyes, Zolo placed one hand on Sanji's shoulder and the other holding him up.
Both of their eyes softened, especially Sanji's, whose eyes almost closed while his neck arched up slightly, making his lips move closer to Zolo's.
Sanji cupped one of Zolo's cheeks of his face with one of his soft, gentle hands.
Sanji's position looked needy and
irresistible to resist. Zolo roughly planted his lips onto Sanji, forcing his tongue into Sanji's mouth, which earned Zolo a gasped grunt and a returned kiss.
The two men kissed deeply, their tongues probing each other's mouths, both of them wild with lust.
Zolo sucked Sanji's tongue, licked his teeth, and tasted the roof of his mouth. Sanji returning the kiss just as lustfully, lost in pleasure.
Zolo adeptly unzipped Sanji's tight pants, slipping his hand down his inside of his boxers to stroke his member.
That's when Sanji's mind snapped back into reality, quickly shoving Zolo off of him.
"Wh-... What are ya doing!" Sanji stammered, bolting up from his spot, zipping his pants back up.
No matter how serious and angry Sanji tried to look, he couldn't hide the slight bulge in his pants, not to mention the even amount of blush spread across his face.
"Y-You... Homo!" Sanji yelped, pointing a shaking finger towards Zolo.
That hit Zolo hard.
It broke his heart into pieces.
M-maybe I was wrong... Maybe last night... was just a one time thing... A drunken night... That's it...
Zolo choked back his tears, turning them into pure hatred.
"If you hadn't noticed you good for nothing ero-cook, not only did you kiss back, you got a hard-on too! So who's looking like a fucking Homo now!" Zolo snapped, before stomping out of the room and into the men's quarters, where he plopped down onto his bed with a whimpered sigh leaving his lips.
Heavy tears fell from the mans eyes.
How could I have been so stupid? He's a womanizing, flirtatious, love-struck fool... of the ladies! Not the men! He hates me!