Edited 6-20-13

-Meeting Blue-

And they all live happily ever after.

Of course things were never that simple. Once Zoro got out of school he found himself struggling with what to do next. He wasn't all too eager to go to college, not really knowing what he excelled in or what he'd try to major in. the more he thought about it, the more he wondered if he was even college material. Mihawk seemed to think so. He had offered a great deal of financial aid, his way of hinting that continuing an education was supposed to be desired. Zoro declined. He figured over time he'd know what to do with himself. There was nothing wrong with waiting. And by this point Zoro had an idea of the work Mihawk did, and though he never said anything, he was pretty confident in himself that it was laundered. The money.

Jobs were a problem as well. Bless the beloved economy, Zoro found it rather hard to find a way to make a living. He appreciated his parents sending him cash, but wanted desperately to make it on his own. He didn't care if it meant living on a diet of cheap add-water-and-heat noodles: Zoro wanted to be independent. It wasn't like he could simply move in with Mihawk. The man wouldn't allow it, and Zoro didn't want it as well. Another problem that Zoro dare not bring up was asking Mihawk to get him a job. He knew working under the man meant great money, though illegal means… Just thinking about it brought fear to Zoro as he imagined Mihawk's very distressed and angered expression.

Eventually Zoro learned to settle with what he had. He eventually did get a job, and eventually Luffy graduated from school, giving Zoro a real chance at getting a place. Luffy was only too eager to free himself from his strict, conservative grandfather's household and put in his share for a place for them to share as roomies. They managed to find a small apartment to call theirs. It was dingy, there were cracks, and the water heater had a tendency to not work. They fucking loved thier apartment.

No, not exactly happily ever after, but it was more than Zoro could ever ask for. He had his home, his means of making money, his lover, and his own life. It wasn't perfect: it was normal.

It was the end of May, and the weather had finally begun to heat up when the door creaked open. Zoro didn't break his eyes away as he heard sandals clapping closer to him.

"Nami's coming back from college," Luffy said while walking into the small one bedroom apartment that he and Zoro shared. A huge grin could be spotted on the boy's face; signifying that something was up. "I can't wait. We'll spend the whole summer as a group again!"

Zoro had been lying on the couch, his eyes glued to the television as he watched the news.

Both Nami and Usopp had decided to extend their education. While Luffy and Zoro spent their days having fun or working, their two friends were actually learning something "of value." Whatever "value" meant. What did Nami major in again? Business? Economics? Whatever it was, Nami had been accepted out of state, in the northern east coast, which meant the weekends were without that smooth, bright color of sweet, orangey citrus.

"Zoro, you think there will be a huge party?" Luffy asked, now standing in front of Zoro and blocking his view. "Nami did say there would be a get together tomorrow night."

"Hopefully not," Zoro muttered, easing his head forward as he tried to look past the younger.

The idea of being surrounded by a large group of people bothered Zoro. He didn't like the constant physical contact as it made his head spin. Everybody rubbed against each other at big parties, and they couldn't help it as they were usually drunk, high, or in need of attention. Zoro didn't mind having fun; but if it meant consistent touching and grabbing; then he'd rather not get involved. Luffy's nineteenth birthday went from fun to a pain in a matter of too many guests. Nothing could save the night from the blinding array of mixed spurt of colors that would phase in and out of Zoro's mind. Too much touching was light a flash of different colors; all of them mixing and popping into his head before he had time to see who had brought it up. Add that along with loud music, loud people, alcohol and other things; it made for a long night.

"Don't be such a party pooper," Luffy said, pouting.

"You know how I get in large crowds," Zoro persisted. He actually scowled at Luffy, showing his true disdain for the news that had been brought to him.

Luffy nod his head slowly, understanding what the older was feeling.

"We'll leave early if it gets too crowded," Luffy suggested, sitting himself at the edge of the couch. "That way we can meet up with Nami, have fun, and leave before you get too uncomfortable."

Good ol' Luffy. He always seemed to know how Zoro ticked. Even though it got in the way, Luffy would do what he had to in order to make things work out for the two of them. Not too many people had a real best friend. Zoro did though. He could tell Luffy things that he would never tell a soul. But Zoro would be lying if he said he told Luffy everything.

"We haven't seen her since her winter break," Zoro muttered. He still was trying to see what the breaking news had been about. He never liked breaking news. He was always afraid he would see a familiar face.

"Yeah!" Luffy chimed excitedly. He got up from his seat and hurried over to the hallways. "I'll send her a text and find out what's going on."

"You do that." Zoro sat himself up on the couch. Morning was ending and it was getting hotter by the minute. Lying on the couch was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as Zoro tried to keep himself from sweating all over their used furniture.

"I can't wait for her to finally arrive," Zoro heard Luffy say. The boy ran into their small room where the two of them slept (in bunk beds of course) and proceeded to reach the girl with his phone.

Zoro continued to watch the same station, his eyes widening as he saw the headline flash in front of him;

Crocodile arrested for extortion.

It was a name he knew; though not it had finally happened. Zoro didn't have to read or listen to the rest of the broadcast to figure how the next few weeks would play out. The only reason he knew that name was because Mihawk had made him memorize these names of people he didn't know, but for some reason had to know because of how they played in his relationship. Already Zoro was loathing what he had seen, knowing it would directly affect him.

He would have to call Mihawk-

"Zoro!"

Zoro broke away from the news, turning his attention to Luffy's voice. He no longer wanted to hear what was going on in the world, not when half of his was ruined.

"What?" Zoro yelled. He didn't have to fake his annoyance.

Luffy ran out of the hall, his face beaming with joy.

"Nami said she'd be back home by five!" Luffy laughed and wrapped an arm over Zoro's shoulder. "We'll get to see her tonight!"

"Tonight?" Zoro asked. He wasn't too excited to hear this.

"Yeah," Luffy went on. "Nami managed to get a ride today and she should be back before you know it!"

"She's on her way now?

"Isn't it great?" Luffy said, not noticing Zoro's discomfort. "She said she's bringing some friends over. We can all hang out tonight!"

"Hmm."

"Something wrong?" Luffy asked, finally taking notice in Zoro's worry.

Zoro made a quick glance over at the television, seeing that the announcement was gone. There was nothing he could really say to Luffy, not without putting himself into trouble.

It wasn't as though he didn't want to meet new people. Today was a bad day.

"No, just tired," he answered, sitting himself up and making his way over to the fridge. "I think Nami may be a bit tired once she gets back," he hurriedly added as he grabbed himself a beer. "Maybe you should tell her to take a rest and we can meet up tomorrow."

"Nami seemed really up to it though," Luffy said.

Of course she did. That's who she was. Sly, smooth, and always full of bright energy. Nami wouldn't mind not sleeping for the next twenty four hours if it meant fun and all that nonsense. She loved parties. She loved getting people drunk. She loved betting with those poor, defenseless drunks and winning at games, taking their precious money away.

"Right," he muttered. He couldn't think of much else to say.

"Zoro, are you ok?"

Zoro turned and faced Luffy, seeing the now worried expression on the young man's face.

There was only so much he could tell Luffy. He knew about Mihawk, about how long the two have been together, but he didn't know much past that. Although Luffy never said anything Zoro could tell Luffy wondered about how well the relationship was and whether it could work out. After all, it started with a seventeen year old flirting with a nearly forty year old...with the forty year old reciprocating. Who wouldn't find it odd? But Luffy couldn't see the how well they blended together; he couldn't see the way their colors matched. Zoro could never mention why the bulletin from the news station bothered him so much. It would only make Luffy go against their relationship.

"Just tired," he lied. He took a sip from his can and stared casually at Luffy. He didn't want Luffy to feel as though there shouldn't be a party, even though Zoro wanted nothing to do with it. He hated being the spoiled sport just as much as the average fellow. But in-between all the physical contact to come, as well as the worry over his lover; he was anything but in the mood to have fun.

Luffy backed off though, taking Zoro's word for it and walking back over to the living room. Zoro could hear the change of sounds from the television telling him that Luffy had distracted himself with something else. He breathed a sigh of relief and decided to make a run to his room. He'd call Mihawk now and figure out how much the man knew and what steps would be taken in order to keep himself and his lover out of trouble.

Once in his room Zoro pulled his cell from the charger and went through his lists of contacts, stopping at the familiar name.

Juraquille Mihawk. Just looking at it brought a comforting sensation to Zoro's state of mind. Even though he was a criminal, even though nobody really supported his relationship with him, even though being together brought a mess of trouble and disaster: Zoro wouldn't never have it any other way. That stark white was actually calm and peaceful and although many considered white to be absence, Zoro saw it as more full than anything else in the world.

It didn't matter if he was wrong; Mihawk was still beautiful. There was magenta, red, peach, black, and other colors that mixed together in an exotic display. Past white there were so many other colors, and there was so much more to the man than what others knew.

"Come on, pick up," Zoro murmured between his lips. He knew he couldn't be too surprised if Mihawk didn't answer him. Zoro hadn't the slightest clue what was really going on, and Mihawk could be doing anything at the moment. He could get in trouble if he answered his phone at the wrong time.

Zoro made several more attempt to reach the older man before deciding to just wait it out. He wasn't allowed to leave messages; so he was stuck wondering until Mihawk went ahead and called him. Zoro tossed his phone on the bottom bunk and groaned to himself.

The party, should there be one; would be quite long and tedious. All he could do was worry. He didn't want to be surrounded by everyone when he was already so tense.

Hopefully Nami only brought a few people.

Nami's home was a small little house located at the very end of an even smaller neighborhood. It was cramped inside, and the air conditioner didn't work too well; but seeing the old house with peeling paint was something Zoro couldn't help but miss.

"Hello, boys," Nojiko said whilst lighting her cigarette. She smiled as both Luffy and Zoro made their way into the small house. "You're just in time," she said with a warm smile. "Nami and the others are out back now."

It was barely nine at night. Nami had called less than an hour ago demanding that both Zoro and Luffy hurry over. She wanted a "little get together" amongst friends. It didn't seem like too much. Zoro had stressed over a cell phone for the whole day, and a small group of people drinking and talking didn't seem too bad by this point. In fact it was almost tempting to go ahead and get buzzed just so he could forget about his current worries.

"Sweet!" Luffy said, already running out to the small backyard. Zoro didn't have much time to react as Luffy disappeared from his sight.

"Could you do me a favor?"

Zoro turned and faced Nami's older sister.

"Yes?"

She handed him a bag full of what looked like empty bottles of alcohol.

"Take these out back and put them in the blue dispenser," she asked, smiling casually at Zoro. "I'd go out there myself, but I already smell vomit."

Zoro took the bag, his hand gracing against hers as he took the bag full of bottles and cans. He could see the back drop of a pale grey, a color that he wasn't too fond of. It wasn't a strong enough color. Passive. It looked unappealing and it didn't mix well with green.

"I'll be sure to watch my step then," Zoro replied as he made his way out back.

"You do that," she answered. "And keep an eye out; make sure the boys don't get too rough."

"I will," Zoro said.

There was nothing wrong with Nojiko, as far as Zoro knew. But he never really bothered trying to know her. She clashed. Most grays clashed with him. It really wasn't her fault.

Zoro took a step outside; grateful to feel a faint breeze hit him as he saw the scene take place in front of him.

There weren't too many people. By god, Nami was actually telling the truth. Or something close to it.

Zoro immediately recognized Usopp and Kaya together, both of them huddled together as they nervously surveyed a wasted Ace playing beer pong with a just as bad Marco. Conis and Camie were talking to one another, both of them looking sober enough and giving a glance over at Ace and Marco's game. Luffy was all over Nami, who were with three people he had never seen before. Those must have been the friends she was talking about.

And as if Nami had read his min, Zoro heard her calling him over.

"Zoro, over here!" she called. "Drop the bag and get over here!"

"Come on Zoro," Luffy chimed in.

Zoro looked down at the bag in dismay and let his grasp over the plastic bag go. God willing Ace would not trip over the bag. He walked over to the small group, giving a sigh and hoping not everyone there was drunk and in a touchy mood.

"Guys," Nami said, suddenly grabbing on to Zoro's arm and pulling him in, "This is Zoro. He's the one into swords. We talked about him before, remember?"

"Nami-" Zoro was cut off with Nami's hand covering him.

"He can see stuff in colors," Nami said.

"Oh, so that's the one," the tanned male said with a smirk.

"Hello," the girl with the ponytail said with a bright smile. "I'm Vivi." She stood right next to a tanned you man. Her hand was holding on to his.

"Uhm, Hi," Zoro said, smiling back at her. He made a glance over at Nami.

"These two are Kohza and Sanji," Nami said, pointing at the two men that were standing next to Luffy. "We all took a class together…what was it?" she smiled and shrugged. "I can't remember?"

"Anthropology," The one called Kohza said.

"Gawd, I can't believe that asshole gave me a C!" Nami said, her body leaning clumsily against Zoro.

"Nami, I think you had a little too much to drink," the blonde one said. He was Sanji.

And as soon as the blonde had mentioned it, Zoro couldn't help but notice that Nami was a little tipsy. He couldn't believe he had noticed until now. He made a quick glance at the blonde, then back at Nami.

"What do you mean?" Nami said, startled. He grabbed on harder to Zoro's arm, practically contrasting it in her grasp. "We just started."

"I know," Vivi said. She seemed worried as well.

"Nami, how much did you drink?" Luffy asked. He crossed his arms and frowned at the girl. "You shouldn't drink too much or we won't be able to do anything tomorrow."

"Whatever," Nami said. "It's going to be a long summer anyways."

"Nami dear, you want me to make you something to help?" Sanji asked. Zoro stared at him for a few seconds and figured the two had to be going out. Strange, Nami didn't ever mention a boyfriend in any of her texts or emails. The two must have gotten together just recently.

"Don't worry about me guys," Nami said. "All of you leave me alone and talk to each other." she turned to Vivi. "Vivi, come with me to my room for a few moments, please?"

"Of course," Vivi said politely. He let go of Kohza's hand and placed her cup on a table.

Zoro watched the two walk off, Marco and Ace making asses of themselves as they caught sight of the girls and began whistling like idiots.

"So?"

Zoro turned and face the two strangers.

"You guys went to school with Nami?" Luffy asked.

"Well, just Vivi and I," Kohza said. "We all shared a class together."

"Oh, ok," Luffy said, nodding his head.

"What about you?" Zoro asked Sanji.

"We met under strange circumstances," the blonde said with a laugh.

"I can only imagine," Zoro replied, smiling at the blonde. "Nami has an interesting way of making friends."

Sanji chuckled, smiling back at Zoro.

Zoro stared right into the blonde's exposed blue eye, feeling his heart race a bit and that strange awkward feeling grow inside of him. The man was actually quite…attractive. His messy blonde hair, ending in small curls, and his ocean blue eyes, one hidden behind a curtain of that very soft looking hair. And those thin, pink lips. Nami knew how to pick them. Zoro blinked, then realizing that he was letting his mind go into dangerous waters. He wasn't sure what had happened during those few seconds of staring, but Zoro quickly took control and broke eye contact, making sure he wasn't caught staring at the man too long, assuming Sanji hadn't already noticed.

"Here," Sanji said suddenly.

"What?" Zoro asked, his voice stuttering just a little. He must have noticed. He must have blushed. Must have made a face.

"Let me get you something to drink." Sanji pointed over at the table near the side of the house. "You haven't had anything yet, right?"

"Oh, well, no," Zoro answered. His face cooled down and that fluttery feeling was now long gone. Sanji nod and took a few steps over to the table full of mixed beverages and paused, turning and facing Zoro. "Strong?"

"Of course," Kohza said with a laugh. "Nobody wants your fruity drinks."

"The girls love them," Sanji said proudly.

"He's not a girl though."

"I'll have one," Luffy said, excitedly. "Something really tasty!"

"You like them appletinies?" Kohza laughed.

"If it tastes good, why not?" Luffy smiled. "It'll get me drunk either way, might has well enjoy the taste while I'm at it!"

Zoro just stared, his mind blank as he continued to stare at Sanji.

"Well?"

"Oh, uhm, whatever is cool," Zoro answered. He then added, "Give me something you made."

"Righto," he heard Sanji say. Zoro watched the slim blonde walk off, leaving him along with Luffy and Kohza. He couldn't believe he had acted so…weird. Sure, Zoro had come across some attractive people, but it wasn't like he went gaga over them. He wasn't some prepubescent child. He was supposed to have better control. He surely didn't want people to see him stutter or look away with a red face; afraid that he'd be caught blushing at Nami's new boyfriend.

"So, you can see words and numbers in colors?" Kohza asked. "Nami mentioned that a few times…there was a word for it."

"Synesthesia," Zoro answered.

"Zoro senses are connected," Luffy said, smiling at Zoro. "Zoro's so lucky."

"How's it work?" Kohza asked.

Zoro thought about it for a few seconds, trying to find a way to best explain his condition. He really didn't know too much about biology, let alone how his brain worked in translating words with colors. And it was so hard trying to explain something so natural to him to someone who had never experienced it before.

"It's just…" Zoro started, trying to think of an easy way to describe it. "When I write a letter down, I already know what the letter and word will be because of the colors they produce. I know I'm spelling my name, but I don't really think about my name being spelled till I see the colors…"

"I don't think about my name at all when I write it out," Kohza said.

"That's because it's all the same to us," Luffy said. "Zoro got to memorize words and numbers with colors. That's much more exciting."

"I guess," Kohza said.

"It's hard to explain it to someone who doesn't have it," Zoro said. He wondered, what color was Sanji? Should he find out? No, not tonight. He couldn't forget what had happened earlier.

"It probably is," Kohza said. He then looked off to the side and smiled. "Hey, Sanji, what did you bring them?"

Zoro looked over and saw the blonde walking back with two cups in his hands.

"Something of mine," Sanji said. "I mixed some of that vodka you brought though. It has a stronger taste." Sanji offered the cup to Luffy and Zoro. "Hopefully it's to your liking," he said at the two. The smile on his face made Zoro double take.

"Everything you make is good," Kohza said.

Zoro took the cup, managing not to touch Sanji's long, slender fingers. He forced his eyes away from the other man, keeping his gaze down at the bright colored concoction that was in the cup. He could smell something sweet behind the strong alcoholic scent. Zoro went ahead and took a sip, tasting the tangy mixture and finding that it really wasn't all the bad. It was actually pretty good...for a girl's drink.

"Hey, Zoro!"

Zoro turned and saw a very groggy looking Ace stumble over.

"Hey, Hey," Ace said, grabbing on to Zoro and pointing over to the table where a bunch of cups were carefully placed. Red. Deeper than Luffy's. Stronger than Luffy's. More sure of itself . "Marco, he's… ah, killing me and I need you to play with me and beat him." Ace then looked over at his brother and smiled goofily at him. "Hey, Luffy."

"I don't know," Zoro said. "I really don't-"

"You don't think I'm going to lose, do you?" Ace questioned. His eyes went wide with panic. But he then turned to his brother, producing the same silly smile as before. "Aw, Luffy, you should play with us. You can be on Marco's team!" That worry and panic was gone; just like that.

"Cool," Luffy said, somehow not taking notice in his brother's inability to stand straight.

"Yeah," Ace said, then pointing at Sanji and Kohza, "and you guys can play next round-after Zoro and I beat them!"

Zoro knew right away he was going to lose. Ace was very competitive, and he was a lousy player when he was drunk. And Ace loved to drink. Which meant Zoro was going to be spending most of his time drinking while Ace ran around trying to catch a ping-pong ball and making an idiot of himself.

And Zoro was still waiting on that call. Why hadn't Mihawk called him yet?

Ace dragged Zoro and the others over to the long table with a row of cups on each end of the table. He sighed, staring at the ten cups that were placed on his and Ace's side. Nami was back outside, with Vivi and the other girls, watching in anticipation. Nami had her iphone with her, aimed at table. Great.

He didn't think much about losing as much as he thought about not getting that call. It reminded him how stressful of a relationship he had. Zoro wished he could call and leave a message. It bothered him so much as he continued to anxiously wait.

"Dammit!" Zoro heard Ace whine.

"Zoro, drink," Marco's voice demanded from the other side of the table.

Zoro took the drink and unconsciously began to down his beverage, almost choking on the plastic ping pong ball that he had forgotten to remove. He could hear people snicker and laugh, causing him to blush in anger. Zoro coughed, pulling the ping pong ball out of the cup and throwing across the table.

"Penalty!"

"Drink again!"

"What?" Ace whined.

"House rules," Nami said. "Just made it up."

Fuck. Zoro grabbed another cup and downed the cheap beer, not caring or remembering the rules to the stupid game that he really didn't feel like playing. He felt his chest heave in frustration and slammed the plastic empty cup on the table, his body suddenly feeling heavier than normal. He looked around, blinking a few times before his eyes were able to focusing the figures around him. He looked down at the table and stared at the cup he had left on the corner, the drink Sanji had given him. He picked it up and took another sip. So much better than cheap American beer.

"Zoro, go!"

Zoro picked up a ping-pong ball from another cup filled with water, about to make his throw before turning his head and spotting Sanji staring right at him. He could see a small pool of blue staring at him; just so inviting and beautiful. Underneath was that just as inviting smile; enticing him to come closer. He wasn't laughing though. Those arms were crossed; raised up high. He was waiting. Waiting for what?

To be impressed.

Zoro grinned. He was going to get drunk tonight, but he wasn't going to lose this game.

Suddenly Zoro forgot about that call that he had worried over almost all day. His mind cluttered around the idea of seeing how much he could get away with flirting with the blonde. Sanji had to at least be a little buzzed, and it wasn't like Nami would notice. He could probably get away with it.

Sanji grinned back almost as though he knew-and approved-of Zoro's plan.

Sanji. S-A-N-J-I.

The name was like a rainbow.

Zoro felt his shirt being practically ripped off of him as he fell towards the bed. His pants were next; hands manically pulling them off of his hips, Zoro coming to the aid when he saw Sanji struggling with the legs. Once his legs were free and bare Sanji rested his face against Zoro's forehead, his lips brushing, tickling his skin while lowering and planting soft kisses across his cheeks, his hands resting on the rim of Zoro's boxers. Sanji's fingers began to penetrate the last remaining article of clothing, slowly removing Zoro's last defense, while Zoro himself began to struggle with the blonde's shirt, frantically attempting to unbutton his top while Sanji continued to kiss his neck. Once freed Zoro fell on his back, hearing the bed beneath him creak as a body began to make its way on top of him.

Zoro stared up, his eyes looking up at two blue moons that seemed to stare right back at him. They were absolutely memorizing. Zoro couldn't break away as he felt himself getting sucked in; his body getting hotter as he felt soft and smooth fingers glide across his body in the most tormenting way imaginable. Hot demanding lips pressed against his. Hands wrapped around his weakening body.

Zoro couldn't think straight as his mouth opened and let in a dominating tongue, as those hands and fingers dug deeper inside of him, and that body on top of him crept closer and closer; that hot, muscular body all his to enjoy. Sanji rested his hands on Zoro's waist, his fingers stretching across Zoro's supple body. He continued to kiss Zoroon the lips once more, pulling away a brief moment before slightly lowering himself and kissing just his lower lip, nipping the tip lightly and earning a soft groan from Zoro. Sanji stared at Zoro's neck and licked his lips.

"Don't," he heard Zoro say.

Sanji moved in closer, "Why not?"

Zoro grabbed Sanji's face, bringing him even closer and forcing the blonde to see the gravity of the situation. "No hickey," he said.

"Fine," Sanji said, annoyed. "We'll do something else."

Sanji moved away, escaping Zoro's field of vision. Zoro attempted to lift himself up a bit, but felt a hand resting on his lower stomach, caressing but gently pushing him back down.

"Don't have a nice dick-sucking face?" Zoro asked with a chuckle.

"Actually, no," he heard Sanji answer. He felt a forefinger rub against the tip of his semi-erect penis, causing him to softly moan again. "That's really only half the reason though." Zoro gasped once he felt a tongue replace the finger, closing his eyes as Sanji took him in up to the hilt. He felt Sanji's tongue slide against his frenulum, stretching it and causing intense shocks of pleasure to run his erection. His hand cupped Zoro's testes, massing the sack gently and pressing them close against Zoro's manhood. Zoro continued moan, his back arching while he fought the urge to buckle his legs. Sanji let his free hand wander around Zoro's inner legs. He let his hand lightly brush against the skin, smirking (as best as he could) when he watched Zoro's twitch from the contact. When he could taste the salty warning of precum in his mouth he quickly let go of his grasp on Zoro, his hands grabbing hold of his muscular legs while he crawled his way back up and stared at the erotic figure below him. Zoro could only continue to stare up into blue; wondering what would await him next as he felt another new powerful sensation hit him. Every touch from Sanji made him shiver.

"You're not a virgin, are you?" That soft heavenly voice asked.

"Hell no!"

"You act like one." There was a light chuckle following, causing Zoro to blush an even deeper red than before. Sanji fumbled with his pants, freeing his erect manhood for Zoro to see. Zoro would have compared it to Mihawks, making note of it's shorter length and width, it's inability possible cause the same amount of pleasure and punishment...but Sanji had managed to impress (and amuse) him so far, and Zoro couldn't help but wonder what he'd make of it. He watched Sanji position himself and could feel Sanji's erection pressed against his entrance.

"Get on with it…" Zoro begged.

He could hear Sanji laugh playfully. More kisses, torturing him slowly.

"Stop it."

Zoro pulled the blonde up, staring him right in the eyes. The man smirked, grabbing Zoro's chin and forcing him into another rough kiss.

Sanji nuzzled his face against Zoro's, whispering into the other's ear, "don't like attention?"

"No."

Sanji laughed.

"Fuck," Zoro whined.

"You're not used to foreplay, are you?" Sanji chuckled. "You just want to do it, don't you?"

"Yes," Zoro answered desperately.

"Dry?" Sanji warned."What a masochist."

He hated be teased liked this. Mihawk never did this. Why'd the blonde have to drag this out? Zoro was just hungry for the hot sensation; not the slow touches and nips and kisses. He wasn't that romantic.

Fingers grazed across his lips. Zoro could see something blurry enter his mind, but the exact hue was hard to tell. It was getting harder to think by the minute. What color was it though? He could definitely see it behind that foggy curtain his drunken stupor had created.

"So hot." Zoro could now feel a sharp pain run up his back, followed quickly by an intense pleasure covering his body and pooling inside his stomach. Sanji continued to let his hands trace against Zoro's face, relishing in the ecstasy from the tight heat surrounding him.

"It's…blue."

"What?" Sanji's asked him.

"You," Zoro nearly gasped. "You're really, really blue."

Sanji stared at him; half confused and half humored. He broke out in laughter. As Zoro's body touched Sanji's he could make out the deep blue blur getting fuzzier and fuzzier. Even with this, the color was still strong. It was too strong. It didn't match at all.

"That's hilarious," the blonde said.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

"No," Sanji replied. he rested his hands on the sheets, his hips pressing deep against Zoro: his manhood finding itself further inside of him. His lips were against Zoro's forehead once more. "You're adorable, you know that?" Before Zoro could protest Sanji finally began to start thrusting in and out of Zoro, stopping him from uttering anything aside from moans of pleasure and animal frenzy.

Zoro wanted to fight back. But he didn't want to think hard about the color, about him sleeping with someone aside from Mihawk, or about anything else. He grabbed on to Sanji, his arms holding on around the young man's frame.

It was a nice color.

It was four in the morning. Zoro knew this because the first thing he awoke to was his cellphone going off and on; the loud ringing causing his head to practically split into two. He instinctively reached out for the source of the sound, not thinking much about him having to get out of bed and walk over to find his pants lying on the floor in order to answer said phone. He leaned against the bed, blinking several times as he tried to find out where he was, seeing that he wasn't in his and Luffy's room.

How many hours of sleep had he achieved? Two? Perhaps. He couldn't remember much, and seeing that he was naked and tired as hell he could assume that he had given at least an hour of good sexual fun before passing out.

And speaking of alcohol; Zoro was still full of it. He disdainfully stared at his screen, his eyes squint in annoyance his head ached in fury from the bright light.

"What?" he grumbled into the phone, still looking around at his dark surroundings.

"Roronoa."

That stoic voice sent a shiver right up Zoro's spine and awoke him from his exhausted state. Whatever alcohol that still flowed in Zoro's veins had vanished when he suddenly remembered that there was a call he had been waiting for the previous day.

"Mihawk," Zoro stuttered into the phone. He sank into the bed as he felt a sense of relief hit him. Most people would be shitting bricks during a delicate time like this: but Zoro was pleased as hell.

Zoro did in fact know that there was another body sleeping in the bed. He knew he was naked for a reason. He knew he had played several games with Ace and friends and had gotten drunk. And, of course, there was that mildly sore feeling down in between his legs…

Obviously he had fucked.

"I've called you twice."

"I was passed out," Zoro answered. It was the honest to god truth. Or as close as he cold get it without admitting to Mihawk that he just finished screwing a few hours ago. Now was not the time to mention it, so hopefully Mihawk wouldn't bring it up.

"You need to come over as soon as you can," was Mihawk's' reply to this. Not asking why on earth he was passed out. The man went straight to the point. Thank goodness.

"Now?" Zoro asked in a half yawn.

"Preferably," Mihawk answered. "I'll be leaving tomorrow." Wait, what? "You'll have the rest of the day to decide when to come over."

"You're leaving?" Zoro asked, grabbing tightly to his phone. "What did I miss?" His voice shook as he tried to think of what horrors had come up while he got laid.

Why on earth was his lover in such a hurry to get out of town? Was there some sort of investigation going on? Had Mihawk been charged of some sort of crime? Zoro felt his skin turn pale. His heart rate sped up at the thought of losing Mihawk.

"Don't worry."

"What?" Zoro asked into the phone.

"I'll explain everything when you arrive," Mihawk said in a surprisingly reassuring tone.

Zoro gave a nod, not thinking much past that. He wanted to see Mihawk as soon as possible. He needed to see him as soon as possible. The man had sounded pretty calm; hopefully there would be a good explanation to what was going on. Mihawk had left him before, for short periods of time, maybe this would only be temporary. It wasn't like Mihawk did anything to attract attention. And he doubted anything bad could happen. Mihawk was precious. He was worth while. The government wouldn't go ahead and have him locked up just because that Crocodile went ahead and got caught for dong wrong. They'd perhaps punish one of them, maybe two at most; but Mihawk would be ok. Yes. He'd be ok.

"Be there in a few," Zoro replied. His voice was calmer and had gone back into tired mode.

The conversation had immediately ended right after he said those words. There was a small hint of hurt and guilt when he heard the click, but Zoro remembered that Mihawk was in a hurry and needed to leave soon. If Mihawk was in trouble then it was best that he kept to his word and arrived as soon as possible, preferably early in the day in order to get the full story of what was going on.

With that Zoro stood up, his body wobbling as he tried to shake the remains of alcohol out of his bloodstream so that he could locate the rest of his clothes. He hurriedly looked through the messy room, praying silently that whoever's room he had used had already looked that way before entry, as well as the small hope that the person sleeping in the bed would remain asleep.

He made a glance over at the bed, spotting the sleeping form within the messed up sheets and felt a frown grow on his face. If he and Nami were in fact together, which he now doubted, then this would definitely be the end of the relationship. By now Zoro had almost all his articles of clothing, save his socks. He wasn't sure he would find them though, not without turning on the light, and Zoro wouldn't risk that. Nevertheless Zoro felt an urge to get closer to the bed and stare at the curled up form, if only to remember what the two of them performed on each other.

Sanji.

A blue.

Zoro couldn't remember it all, but what he did recall made his face heat up and prickle from sheer excitement, and perhaps embarrassment. He was for the cuddling and kisses, but Zoro preferred the sex more than the foreplay, and he liked it rough and quick. A part of him that enjoyed the rough sensation over the gentle, and the masochist that got off of the pain that he would normally receive. Not to say that he didn't enjoy slow sex. Sanji had pulled that off rather well.

Zoro could remember those tricky hands, crawling and exploring his body in that taunting manner. It had felt so good, but Zoro hated every moment of it. He hated waiting for that moment where everything could finally begin. He wasn't used to it. Damn Sanji had to treat him that way. Zoro should have been the one to top the blonde.

He walked over to the side of the bed where the blonde slept. Zoro crouched down, his face staring at the sleeping blonde's. Sanji was handsome as ever, perhaps even more now that he was curled up in the bed, much like a kitten. His blonde hair was a mess; some of his curls were all over his face. It was actually quite adorable.

Zoro slowly let his hand rest on the blonde, letting his fingers of through thin strands of soft fine hair. Zoro could barely see in the dark, but the very clear image of deep blue filled his mind like a canvas. He could see it now. And it was a wonderful color. He had never seen a shade quite like it. It was calm, cool, soft…but at the same time it was solid and strong, and very blue. So much blue. Zoro could tell Sanji was a good person. There was something about the shade…he didn't know what it was though.

It was a real shame he wouldn't get to know Sanji better. The man would return home, along with Nami's other friends, because he had a whole summer to spend.

Zoro sighed, standing up and giving a final stretch before carefully walking over to the door. He let his hands quietly play with the lock before turning the knob and pulling the door open with as much ease as he could muster.

Blue was strong, but no color was without its flaws. Sanji was fun, but that was already in the past.

He had to go see Mihawk now.

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