All day the chef had been on edge since Zoro promised to lay with him each night in order to help him with his sleeping posture. Sanji was nervously waiting for the moment that Zoro would walk into the kitchen to let him know it was time to go to sleep. Even now as Sanji cleaned the kitchen from the post-dinner mess, his body shook in suspense.

His body visibly jumped at the sound of the kitchen door slamming open, and the cook knew it was time.

"Seems I'm on watch duty the first half of tonight, so you'll have to hold out until then."

That was not what the chef was expecting to hear, and it forced him to stop wiping down the table for a moment. Eyeing the swordsman for a little too long, the chef looked back down and continued his scrubbing. "Whatever" Sanji had replied, but deep down he was thanking the gods that he wouldn't have to awkwardly fall asleep with Zoro.

The two men washed and wiped up much like they had last night, and eventually Zoro left without a word and made his way up to the crows nest. Sanji instead made his way into the men's bunk room and tried to make himself comfortable on the wooden flooring. The hours ticked by and Sanji had still gotten no sleep. Whether it was because of his aching back or the freezing cold, he didnt know, but either way he needed Zoro. At that moment said man finally trudged down the ladder and walked over to Usopp's hammock, whispering to him that it was his turn to go on watch. The long nosed man sleepily grabbed a few blankets before he left the room.

Sanji's heartbeat accelerated at the ruffled sounds of Zoro stripping down behind him. A heavy sigh was heard before a warm chest was pressed against his back, and hips against his backside. An arm was slung around his hips and Sanji's body was pulled into a straight line. The cook scrunched his eyes in pleasure at the feeling of his back being straightened and he wondered how Zoro could easily make him feel so good. Warm puffs of air were felt against the back of his neck and Sanji went from freezing cold to boiling hot, both in embarrassment and because of the warm body behind him. Relaxing his eyes was easy, but his hammering heart and increased breathing were an obvious sign that he was awake, and Zoro seemed to notice, for suddenly warm lips were pressed against his ear.

"Oi cook, you awake?" A simple nod of the head was Sanji's reply and he expected that to be the end of Zoro's questioning, but nothing had really met Sanji's expectations these days anyways.

"Does your back feel good?" Zoro questioned as a tanned hand slid along Sanji's side and up to his currently curved waist. Of course the chef's mind went into overdrive and all he could do was nod again. The hand suddenly diverged its path into a southern direction, as it slid down to Sanji's stomach and then lower to just above the hem of his pants. Sanji bit his lip to contain his heavy pants, and his bottom lip was about to split from the pressure of his teeth against it. Just what on earth was the marimo doing?!

Zoro couldn't help but lay in amazement at the cook's reactions to his simple touching. He had started it out to make the chef feel uncomfortable, because he was an ass like that, but all it was achieving was quiet whines from Sanji. The swordsman was now the uncomfortable one, as the sounds of Sanji's muffled moans sent a strange shiver through his body. Shit. All of this just because he held his hand pressed against Sanji's clothed stomach? Could it be that the chef's stomach was his weak spot? Perhaps all of those years protecting his front had made it sensitive, and Zoro felt slightly empowered in knowing the other man's weak point. Sanji had always shown a tough appearance for the crew, and here he was, succumbing to the touch of his crew mate's hand. Zoro wanted to see more. He sure as hell didn't know why, but he wanted to see and feel his rival melt at his touch, he wanted to watch the chef squirm in pleasure.

Lifting the hem of Sanji's shirt slightly, Zoro slipped a single finger under the shirt and stroked a line across the pale skin. Goosebumps erupted under his finger tip, and a slight gasp of surprise hushed through the room. The rest of his fingers slid under the shirt, and his whole hand splayed against Sanji's bare stomach. The body against him clenched and he could practically hear the cook bite back a moan. "Sensitive huh?" Zoro huskily whispered in the cook's ear. He hadn't expected himself to say that, especially with that tone of voice.

The situation was getting dangerous, and Zoro couldn't help but glide his hand up from Sanji's stomach to his heaving chest. Zoro's finger stopped at a nipple and experimentally pressed down a bit. Sanji's hips bucked backwards against Zoro's crotch and the swordsman immediately thrust back eagerly. A finger circled Sanji's nipple once and the hips started to frantically grind back harder. Zoro couldn't resist pushing himself closer against Sanji, so close that he could feel all of the muscles in the chef's back straining against his chest. The circling of the nipple continued, yet Zoro could only concentrate on the continuous gyrating of his hips against Sanji's ass. Both men were breathing heavily now, and Zoro couldn't help but suck at the sweaty skin under the back of Sanji's hair line. All blood was flowing south and his breathing was no longer steady as a pale hand hesitantly gripped one of his ass cheeks. All he could do was moan in pleasure at the foreign touch and soon enough simply touching the other man's chest just wasn't enough. Just as he was about to slide his hand down into the cook's pants, the pale hand retracted from his behind and grabbed his wrist instead, effectively stopping him. The dry humping had finished too, and Zoro listened to the deep inhales as Sanji tried to speak.

"Stop"

Zoro obeyed the other man's request, and awkwardly leant on his elbow to try and get a good look at the chef's face. Sanji turned his head to the side and met Zoro's gaze half way, sending the swordsman a pleading look.

"I think that's enough..."

The blond haired man sounded strained and not happy to stop what they were doing, but it was obvious that the chef was beginning to feel tired. Zoro merely grunted in agreement and laid back down onto his side, moulding himself against Sanji again. The hand loosened it's grip on his wrist, and Zoro moved his hand so that it rested against the cook's stomach. Noticing a small bruise forming on the back of Sanji's neck, the green haired man smirked deviously and nipped at the spot with his teeth. The chef let out a small yelp at the bite, but soon cozied himself back against the swordsman's body. Steadily the heartbeats of the two men slowed down, yet Zoro's hardness was having trouble going down anytime soon, and it seemed that Sanji was having the same problem. Neither made a move to fix themselves, so together they fell asleep in slight awkwardness, awaiting for what the next morning will bring them.

TBC

Sorry it took so long to update, I was really stressing over whether this chapter was good enough. I hope you don't mind that I attempted a smutty scene, I just really wanted to write an intimate moment like that. I plan for more moments like this, but I want to balance both fluff and smut. Reviews have been making me smile non-stop, so thank you to those who have been reviewing, and also another 'thank you' for reading!

What do you more more of next time? Fluff or smut? or dare I say neither?