Already? Yes, here is the new chapter~ As always, thanks to my pre-readers and betas Vergina and Thérèse, and all you lot :3

A little annoucement for the people who also read my fic Reborn in Fire, I put that one on a temporary hiatus. Worry not, it will not be long, only until this one is finished, because of spoilers. After this one there is only one chapter left and I plan to post that one next week (there will be an epilogue as well and perhaps some bonus chapters if I'm inspired enough, but those won't contain spoilers) Thank you for your understanding :3

Enjoy~

Hot as Fire

Chapter 21

"May I come in?" Momonga repeated when Sanji didn't respond for a while.

The chef blinked a few times, looking rather confused. Why was there a cop here? This didn't have anything to do with Ace, right? After all, this was the same man who had arrested the fireman when the Baratie had burned down. Still frowning, he stepped aside to let the officer in. "What's this about?"

Momonga waited until he was seated on the couch, before clearing his throat and taking out a notebook. "Is it true that you are currently in a relationship with Mr. Roronoa?"

Sanji slowly lowered himself onto a chair across from the inspector. What had that moss-head to do with anything? "Is that a problem?"

"Mr. Prince," Momonga sat up a little and looked Sanji straight in the eye, "we have reason to believe that the car crash was not an accident."

It felt like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over him. Wide eyed he stared back at the police man. No accident? "But, what…"

"We have examined the remains of the car," Momonga explained. "It turned out the brake cables have been cut. Mr. Prince, can you think of anyone who might want to hurt your partner?"

Sanji still had trouble processing the information he just received. Someone wanted the marimo dead? Who would want to hurt him? Well, sure, he wanted to do that, but not with a dirty trick like that. He would take Zoro head on and kick the crap out of him. He was planning on doing that anyway, as soon as the moss-head woke up. He slowly shook his head.

"Perhaps something to do with his job?" the inspector pressed.

The chef lit a cigarette and after taking a deep breath, he answered: "I assume you mean his job as a private detective. Right now, he is living off the money he earns with his side job as a kendo instructor. As far as I know his only clients were women who wanted to find out if their husbands were cheating on them. So maybe a vengeful husband after being found out? I don't know, he never mentioned anything about it. I don't think he had any clients at the moment."

"Well, there is another thing. When we entered Mr. Roronoa's house, it was clear there had been a break in. We are still looking through the files that haven't been stolen, but his laptop was taken and his desk was empty. We assume the case he was currently working on was the cause for the culprit to want him dead before he found out too much. Mr. Roronoa probably was on the right track. Are you sure he hasn't mentioned anything?"

Sanji shook his head, his hands entangled with his hair. The crash hadn't been an accident, someone deliberately sabotaged the swordsman's car to cause him to crash. And die.

"We have stationed an officer in front of his room in the hospital, in case someone finds out he hasn't died and wants to finish the job," the inspector said, as if he could read the chef's mind. He rose from the couch. "Please, give me a call when you think of anything that might help us." He handed Sanji his cart, before leaving him alone.

The cook took one last breath from his cigarette and then stomped it out in an ash tray. Like some shitty officer could protect the shitty moss-head from anything. He would have to do it himself.

With bags under his eyes, Sanji opened the door that had been ringing annoyingly. He had hardly been home, staying with Zoro unless the swordsman had to undergo some tests. And even then he hadn't left the hospital, living mostly on the disgusting beverage they dared to call coffee. Still, it was worth it, as the officer in front of the room had hardly seemed competent enough. The frail blond man looked like he was fresh out of the academy as he jumped to the attention every time Sanji passed and then there was that ridiculous blond hair combed back and the sunglasses didn't make it any better.

Sanji had only come home to take a shower and put on some new clothes. So this better be important.

"Dude, you look like shit," Ace greeted him, only to receive a smack against the back of his head by Marco, who was standing behind him. The freckled man recovered quickly. "Can we come in?"

"Can't it wait? I'm on my way to the hospital and I have to stop by Marimo's house to grab a new pair of pyjamas," he responded and made to pass them.

"It's rather important and I think it's better not to do this with Zoro in the same room," Ace pressed.

The chef sighed and gave in, stepping aside to let the two men pass.

They sat down on the couch and Sanji took a seat in the chair, just like the day before with Momonga. "So," Ace started, "we heard about that Zoro's crash wasn't an accident."

Sanji nodded. He wasn't surprised, it had been in the newspaper, after all. Perhaps he should have told it himself, but he had been to busy guarding Zoro. "What about it? You know who did it?"

"If that was the case, I wouldn't be here, I would be stomping the guy's face in. But," the freckled man continued, "Marco remembered something that might be related." He looked at his boyfriend.

"A few days ago," the blonde started, "I got a phone call from Zoro."

Sanji looked at him confused. "What did he want from you? Something with the dojo?"

Marco shook his head. "It was about the fire in the Baratie. He wanted a copy of the official report I had made."

"Why would he want that all of the sudden?" The chef still had no idea where this was going.

The arson inspector exchanged a look with Ace and cleared his throat. "Apparently, your father had hired him to solve the case."

"He what?!" Sanji jumped up, furious.

"Yeah, we thought you might not know about that…" Ace said carefully. "Are you alright?"

"I need to talk with the old fart." And he stormed out, leaving Marco and Ace behind.

In his car, he frantically pushed the keys in the lock and started the engine. Suddenly, everything made sense. Zeff had asked Zoro to solve the case. Now Zoro was in a coma after an attempt to murder him. Obviously, the same person who had burned down the Baratie was responsible for that.

His breaks shrieking in front of the new restaurant, Sanji hardly took the time to lock his car before storming in. "Old fart!" he roared.

The whole kitchen became silent when Zeff turned around, his arms folded before his chest. Furious, Sanji came to a stop in front of his father. "You!" he hissed. "You did this!"

"I did what?" Zeff asked calmly, used to his son's temper.

"You put Zoro in the hospital! You asked him to find out who the Baratie burned down, you shitty old fart! And now he is in a coma because some lowlife thought it was necessary to cut his brake cables!" he yelled, ignoring the tears that streamed across his cheeks.

The older chef waited patiently until his rant was done, before giving his son a swift kick in the shin. "You got some nerve," he growled dangerously. "I didn't know this would happen to the grasshopper, or else I wouldn't have risked it. I hardly want to get rid off the guy who can keep you at bay, would I? So unless you're accusing me of personally cutting those cables, I would watch that shitty mouth of yours!"

Sanji shut up abruptly and wiped the tears from his face, scowling at anyone who dared to look up from their cooking.

"That's better," Zeff commented. "Now, how did you find out anyway?"

"Marco told me that Zoro had called him for the report on the former Baratie. The arson inspector, remember?" he added.

The older blonde snorted. "Of course I do, I'm not senile. But the same person responsible for the fire is the one who tried to kill the grasshopper?"

Sanji shrugged. "That's what I think. But why didn't you tell me you had hired him?"

"Because I knew you were going to do something stupid," the older man snorted. "Which I'm assuming you're gonna do now?"

"Of course I'm not–" Sanji's sentence got cut off when his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. Retrieving the device, he saw it was an unknown number, which could only mean one thing. His hands shaking, he pressed to answer the call, placing the phone against his ear. "Sanji Prince."

Zeff watched as his son's face went pale and without saying anything, the younger blonde dashed out of the kitchen.

He had hardly parked his car before dashing out of it. Not bothering to greet the nurse at the reception desk, he ran to Zoro's room.

Chopper was there as well, sobbing against the green haired man's chest while a tanned hand patted his back. "I'm glad to see you too, Chopper," Zoro grinned.

Sanji came to a halt in the doorway, ignoring the saluting officer, and just staring at the scene. Zoro was awake. The phone call hadn't been a cruel joke. All the adrenaline disappeared from his body and suddenly he felt drained but relieved.

Dark eyes looked up at him, continuing to comfort the sobbing Chopper. Sanji smiled. "Marimo…"

"Who are you?"

The blonde eyes widened. This wasn't happening. Not really. Now Zoro didn't remember him, after everything they went through?
Chopper shot up. "Ah! Zoro has amnesia! Someone call a doctor!" Frantically, he started to run up and down.

"Easy, Chopper," the green haired man said soothing. "You're a doctor, remember?" A smirk appeared on his face. "'Cause I sure as hell do, Shit-Cook."

"You shitty bastard! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Sanji stormed towards his so called boyfriend, ready to kick his face in.

Zoro snickered. "So you do care."

"Like hell, plant-head! I just prefer to personally put you into a–" The last part of his sentence was lost in Zoro's mouth as he pulled the blonde close.

"Missed me, Cook?" the swordsman asked with that annoying smirk of his after he released the blonde.

"As if," Sanji snorted.

Zoro studied his face. "You look like shit."

"You're one to talk," the blonde retorted.

Their conversation was cut short when someone yelled "Zorooo!" and a flash of black and red launched itself on the bed. Luffy was soon followed by Nami, Marco and Ace. The latter launched himself next to his brother, while the other two kept their distance, Marco starting a conversation with Chopper. When Zoro had pushed the D-brothers away – though he couldn't hide his smirk – Nami stepped forward. "You bastard!" It looked like she wanted to hit him in the head, but seeing the bandages, she aimed for his shoulder, punching him hard while she tried to hold back her tears. "Do you even know what you put me through? Sanji? All of us? I'm gonna sue you for every penny you're worth!"

"Would you be needing a lawyer for that?" a smooth voice sounded from behind them. Robin and Franky entered, the latter carrying a large bouquet of flowers. Robin stood at the foot of the bed. "Glad to see you awake," she said smiling to Zoro. "After all, you could have been in that coma for years. God knows how much brain damage you would have if you woke up after such a long time."

Sanji's yaw dropped. Robin's smile hadn't wavered throughout her sentence. He never knew she could be so morbid.

"It certainly is SUPER to see you up, Zoro-bro," Franky added, striking a pose.

"Thanks. Though I would have rather had that you had brought booze," Zoro sighed, looking at the flowers.

"Don't be ungrateful, shitty bastard!" Only now Sanji noticed that their fingers were still interlaced. Well, it wasn't like his friends didn't know yet, anyway, judging from Franky's smirk and Robin's all knowing smile.

The blue haired man placed the flowers on the table beside Zoro's bed and took a seat like the other friends. They chatted happily for a while, when the swordsman asked: "So, why doesn't my left eye work?"

"That would be because a piece of metal was lodged into it when your car hit the wall." A tall, tanned man stepped into the room. He was wearing scrubs, which indicated that he worked at the hospital. He had short black hair and several piercings in his ear. Sanji knew he had seen him before, but where?

"Law!" Luffy yelled and jumped the man, wrapping his arms around him and hanging from him like a monkey.

"Oh, I didn't know you were working here now," Zoro commented, unable to suppress a chuckle when he saw the man's annoyed face.

"Can someone get this off me?" Law asked like he was covered in some disgusting substance. Ace grinned and peeled his brother off the other man. "Come on, Lu. Law is working now."

"Wait!" Suddenly Sanji remembered where he knew that face from. It was the same guy who was with that red haired guy with the anger issues! He turned accusingly at Zoro. "I thought you didn't know him?" He pointed at Law.

Zoro shrugged. "I never said I didn't. You asked who I'd slept with and that ain't Law. He's lived with Ace and Luffy for a while, so of course I know him."

"Ah, yes. I haven't had the opportunity to thank you." Law smirked. "You fucking with Kid made my job easier. Anyway, I was here to change your bandages, but I hadn't expected the whole circus would be here." He cast a glance at Luffy, whose ears were covered by a scowling Ace. *

"So when will I be able to see again?" Zoro asked. "My eye hurts like fuck."

"Probably never," Law said deadpanned. "And you'll have trouble with depth perception. Though your body will probably adjust to that."

The green haired man snorted. "As if I'd have trouble with depth."

"Zoro?" Chopper asked cautiously. "Could you take this pen?" He held up one within the swordsman's reach.

Zoro huffed like he was insulted to be asked to do something so easy, but after missing his hold a few times, he growled annoyed. "Stop pulling it away, dammit!"

"I'm not moving it," Chopper said pouting.

The green haired man grumbled something under his breath, but when he in one last attempt yanked the pen from Chopper's hand, he smirked triumphant. "See? Nothing wrong with my sight."

They let him have his moment and Law rolled his eyes. "Alright, first I need to talk with Ace and then I want all of you out. Except the loving spouse of course, you can stay. Three is the max, the guy just got out of a coma, after all."

Sanji scowled at him when he left the room, followed by the freckled man and a happy chattering Luffy, like he was invited.

"What does he want with Ace?" Sanji asked frowning and looked at Marco. "Shouldn't you be worried?"

"Ace is participating in a drug trial for his narcolepsy," the older blonde explained. "So far, the medications seems to work aside from some," he coughed, "side effects. And I'm not worried. Especially since Luffy is there as well."

"I'd better check on him," Nami muttered, before she left the room. Soon they heard her yell, "Dammit, Luffy, let go of him!" and a muffled bang.

Zoro shook his head. "Anyway, how did I get here again? Law said something about my car hitting a building?"

Suddenly, the vibe in the room turned gloom. Sanji stared at his shoes before taking a deep breath and saying: "Someone cut your brake cables and your car crashed."

The swordsman stayed silent for a moment. "What do you mean, someone cut my cables? Who?"

"You think if I knew that I wouldn't be kicking the bastard to pieces?" the blonde spat. Clearing his throat and ignoring Zoro's triumphant grin, he continued: "Anyway, the police thinks it has to do with the case you were working on." Noticing the green haired man was evading eye contact, Sanji sighed. "Give it up, Moss-head, I know you were after the arsonist."

"Your old man made me promise not to tell you."

"I know. It doesn't matter now. Just tell us what you know." Sanji sat down on the edge of the bed.

Zoro looked around at the expectant faces and scratched the back of his head. "I can't remember."

Sanji snorted. "Well, isn't that convenient."

"You try hit a building with a car, idiot Cook!" he snapped back.

"Please. The next time you're in here, it'll be me putting you in a coma, Moss-head!"

Three days later Zoro made the hospital release him. He had to undergo several tests, but the doctors hadn't been able to keep him longer and despite their objections, Zoro signed the release forms. He was feeling fine, dammit, and being locked up in a room all day became agonizing, even if he could sleep all he wanted. Koshiro had stopped by to see him. Zoro had left out the whole attempt to murder thing and fortunately the man hadn't seen the newspaper. They chatted for a while before his foster father had to leave again. Even Zeff had stopped by, threatening him to eat well, but much to Sanji's relief the two fathers hadn't met. Zoro wondered how such an encounter would go.

Now, he was being let to Sanji's car. He still had trouble with depth perception – not that he would ever admit that, of course – so it took him a moment before he had found the door handle. When he was seated, he started to fumble with the seat belt. The blonde turned towards him and wordlessly helped him. Zoro snorted. "I can do it myself."

"Whatever." Sanji stared through the windscreen. "Did you realise everyone knows?"

"Knows what?"

"About us, Moss-Brain!" He sighed. "Apparently, most had an idea already."

"You could say that again. Nami will make some money with the bet she had."

The blonde's head snapped up. "What?"

"Like that's a surprise." The green haired man snorted. "If there's a way to make money, that money grabbing hag will find it."

"Don't talk about Nami like that, you bastard!"

Zoro smiled a little. "Glad to see you back to normal."

"I was never not normal, Moss-for-a-brain," the blonde huffed.

"Stop being such a priss and just take me home," Zoro said. "My eye starts to itch."

Sanji grumbled something under his breath, but still did as he was told. Shortly after, they arrived at Zoro's house. "Why the hell is it such a mess?" the green haired man exclaimed when he saw the living room.

"Because a pig lives here," Sanji said deadpanned. "Other than that, someone broke in and stole your files and laptop. So it would be great if you remembered who it was you were tracing."

Zoro groaned and rubbed his head. "I've a headache," he mumbled.

The blonde pulled his mouth taut and disappeared into the kitchen. Zoro lied down on the couch and closed his eyes. The sounds of Sanji moving around, the sizzling of food in the pan, were rather soothing. The green haired man yawned.

He had no idea how long he had been asleep when he was uncharacteristically gently woken. Sanji placed a plate of food on the coffee table. Apparently, he had cleaned up somewhat while Zoro was out, because the living room looked a lot more tidy. He took the plate gratefully. "Thanks, Cook."

Sanji hummed and took a drag from his cigarette.

After having finished his plate, the green haired man placed it back on the table and contently leaned back. "That was way better than the crap they fed me in the hospital."

"It better was," Sanji snorted. "Now, how's your headache?"

"Nearly gone, actually." He yawned again.

The blonde got his plate and made for the kitchen. "That's too bad~"

Did he imagine it or did the chef just sway his hips a little more? "You know," he said carefully, "nearly means it's not entirely gone…"

The blonde came back into the living room with a smirk on his face. "Well, we better do something about that then."

Zoro grinned and let himself be pulled up. Sanji pressed their lips together, his hands roaming the swordsman's chest. It wasn't long before Zoro deepened the kiss. He only realised now how much he had missed the blonde. Aside from that one kiss when he saw Sanji again and the handholding, they hadn't really touched each other. It felt like an eternity, though for the cook it had been longer, since Zoro had been knocked out for the most part.

Sucking on the blonde's tongue, Zoro grabbed his ass and lifted him from the floor, carrying him up the stairs.

Sanji let go of him. "Idiot! You were just in a coma! Be careful!"

"I think I can manage your skinny body," Zoro smirked.

"I'm not skinny! I'm lean!" The blonde squirmed in his grip, but the green haired man wasn't about to let go. He kicked the door to his bedroom open and carried the chef inside. Finally, he put Sanji with both feet on the floor.

The blonde took his face between his hands, a sad look appearing on his own as he studied the bandages over Zoro's left eye. Gently, he caressed them.

The green haired man leaned into the touch.

"I'm gonna kill the bastard who did this to you," Sanji muttered.

For once, the swordsman decided not to be smug about that and instead leaned in for a kiss. The blonde opened his mouth to give him access, before pushing him on the bed. Sanji took a step back and started to take off his clothes. He made sure to do it slow and seductive, that bastard, obviously enjoying the hungry look Zoro gave him. The swordsman instinctively licked his lips as more skin was revealed and he bit back a moan. He had definitely missed Sanji and that gorgeous body of his. The blonde swayed his hips as he lowered his pants, erection evident in his boxers. Zoro watched without blinking how the man leaned back, showing off his limberness, and the green haired man started to stroke himself. Damn, he wanted him bad.

Sanji smirked mischievously and walked towards his lover. He pushed the swordsman's hand away and instead started to undo his clothes. Kissing him slowly and intensely, Sanji pushed Zoro further up on the bed, while one article of clothing after another was discarded on the floor. The swordsman found himself leaning against the headboard as the blonde pressed his legs apart and dipped his head down.

Zoro's one functioning eye rolled back in his head when the chef sucked on the tip of his erection, slowly taking more into his mouth. Holding onto the bars of the headboard, the swordsman braced himself, enjoying every sensation that was sent up his spine. Sanji seemed determined to give him a good time, curling his tongue around Zoro's member and showing that it was just as bendy as the chef's body. The swordsman closed his eye and leaned back against the iron bars, cooling his hot body. Was he imagining it or had Sanji gotten better at this? They hadn't given each other head since that one time after working at the Baratie.

For now, he didn't care though and just enjoyed Sanji. The blonde caressed his thighs, with gentle touches keeping them apart. Zoro could feel himself getting closer to his climax and tightened his grip around the bars again, which slowly began to bend. He couldn't care less right now. "San…ji," he brought out as a warning.

Instead of letting go, like he expected, the blonde started to suck harder, taking as much in his mouth as possible. Zoro's body tensed up and he couldn't hold back anymore. With a deep groan, he came.

Slowly, he was starting to become aware of the world again after his high and to his surprise he found Sanji with his forehead leaning against the green haired man's shoulder. "Don't you ever dare to do that to me again, you shitty bastard," he murmured.

"I tried to warn you," Zoro said a little indignant.

Sanji looked up, his blue eyes – as his fringe was brushed aside and sticking to his head from sweat – glistering with emotion, though Zoro couldn't say what it was. Anger? Sadness?

"That is not what I mean," Sanji said and suddenly it dawned upon the swordsman. The chef had been scared. Alone. He had felt helpless. Wrapping his arms around the smaller frame, he pulled his boyfriend close. "I can't promise anything." When Sanji looked up angry, he smirked. "After all, you did threaten to put me back in a coma."

"I better get onto that, because you have barely woken up and you already annoy me!" Sanji dove on top of him.

It ended in a wrestling match and Zoro decided he very much liked naked wrestling. At a certain point he found himself behind Sanji, who was sitting on all fours. A smirk appeared on his face when he grabbed the other man's slim hips and pushed his ass cheeks apart with his thumbs. Sanji froze as the green haired man let his tongue run across his entrance, but he didn't stop him. Zoro repeated the motion, before he flipped himself on his back and guided the blonde's hips down. He could feel the chef hesitating, but his lover still followed his guidance until he was practically sitting on Zoro's face. He tilted his hips a bit so the swordsman could take him in his mouth. His knees were resting on either side of Zoro's head as he held himself up, starting to move himself in and out the hot cavern.

Somehow, lying between those strong thighs that could crush his skull if they would choose to do so and Sanji fucking his face, was extremely arousing. He could see everything, every movement the blonde's lithe body made, every clench of his stomach muscles, however small. He let his hands slide up the deadly legs, listening to the pants and moans his lover let out.

Suddenly, without any warning, Sanji pulled back, leaving Zoro confused lying on the bed. He had been certainly enjoying himself, so for the blonde it must have been even better. The chef sat down on his lap and aligned their erections – Zoro had become hard again in the meantime, he had just been too busy to take notice – stroking them both with his hand.

The swordsman moaned and sat up, pressing their lips together while Sanji never stopped his frantic movements. Zoro's hips moved on their own account, meeting the blonde's hand with his thrust. He cupped the chef's face.

Sanji bit on the swordsman's bottom lip, his body tensing. Zoro wrapped his own hand around the blonde's and helped him move his hand, until the cook collapsed against him. The green haired man then took only his own erection in his hand, before he too came.

They lied next to each other, fingers entangled, even when Sanji leaned down to get a cigarette. Zoro stared at the ceiling as the blonde smoked quietly. "You got better at giving head, Cook."

The blonde hummed. "I got a few pointers from Ace, along with some other unasked for advice."

Zoro let out a laugh. That sounded like the fireman alright. "Can't say he did a bad job this time."

Sanji rolled his eyes, but didn't comment. They lay in silence until the chef had finished his cigarette and disposed of it in the ashtray next to the bed. Then, the blonde rolled over to Zoro, wrapping his arms around the tanned torso and buried his face in the crook of his neck, murmuring something, but to Zoro, the words sounded as clear as day.

"I love you, asshole."

At first, he had no idea how to respond. He felt Sanji shifting his head, peeking up to his face before returning to his former position, hiding his face and evading all eye contact. Then, a large smirk broke through on Zoro's face. "You're such a romantic."

"Shut up, Plant-Head. I hate you!"

Still smirking, the swordsman grabbed his other's chin and forced him to look up. "That is not what you said just now."

"I didn't say anything!" Despite the darkness in the room, Zoro knew the other's face was bright red. "That car crash must have messed up your ears too. Or your brain. Well, there was always something wrong with tha–"

The green haired man interrupted him by kissing his lips. "I love you too, Shit-Cook."

The blonde huffed and called him an idiot under his breath, but nevertheless curled up against him. It became quiet once again. Zoro played with the blond strands sprawled out on his chest. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice said that he needed to change his bandages, but he decided to do that in the morning. It didn't seem like Sanji was going anywhere soon. Yawning, he closed his eye and it didn't take long before both had fallen asleep.

Sanji woke up from a high beeping noise. Groaning, he leaned over to the bedside table to turn off the alarm, but to his surprise he didn't find his phone there. Zoro groaned and turned around. "Oi, Shit-Cook, you're burning something."

"I'm not cooking!" Suddenly, his sleepy brain made sense of things. A high beeping noise, plus the smell of something burning. "Fuck! The smoke alarm!"

"Then don't smoke in bed," Zoro murmured.

"I put it out!" Sanji dashed out of bed and opened the door of the bedroom. Immediately he was met by an enormous heat and he closed the door again. "Marimo! Wake up! The house is on fire!"

The swordsman was awake right away. "My swords!" He hadn't thought about them when they came back. Did they still hang over the mantle piece?

"Relax! They're safe!" When the green haired man looked at him confused, he said a little embarrassed: "They're at my place. Now call the fucking fire brigade!"

Sirens grew louder and Sanji realised someone else must have warned the fire brigade. How the hell had they slept through this?

In the meantime, Zoro had put on pants and opened the window. A fireman with a megaphone was standing on the street, while others were busy preparing to extinguish the fire. "Are you all right in there?"

"Yeah, but we can't get out!" Zoro yelled back.

"Don't worry, we're going to get you out! With how many are you?"

"Just the two of us. We're both in this room!"

Looking down, Sanji, having come standing next to his boyfriend, saw that the fire apparatus was parked close to the building and the turnable ladder was rotating in the direction of the window. "Can you climb yourself or will you be needing assistance?"

"We should be fine!" Zoro yelled back.

"Are you sure?" Sanji asked worriedly. He eyed the bandaged side of the swordsman's face.

"Let's first get out of here and then you can get worried," the green haired man growled and felt for the ladder. Sanji watched him climb down and followed soon after.

When they reached the fire truck, a fireman was waiting for them on the roof. "What the hell, you guys?" the man exclaimed, and the blonde recognised Ace's voice.

"I think you can be pretty sure that this is arson," Sanji said surly.

The freckled man frowned and helped them off the car. An ambulance was ready and even though they insisted they were fine, they were told to get into the ambulance to get a check-up. Ace was allowed to join them, as the fire was already under control.

During the ride to the hospital, Ace asked: "You're sure that it was arson?"

"Well, it wasn't my fault," Sanji snapped. He was still tired and was sitting half naked in an ambulance covered in dried fluids from their previous activities he sincerely hoped Ace wouldn't notice.

The freckled man shrugged. "Well, Marco will figure out what happened." His face lid up when he talked about his boyfriend. "But I guess someone really wants you dead, Zoro."

The green haired man smirked. "They have to try harder, then."

"Ill weed grows apace, after all," Sanji said with a smirk.

"What did you say, good-for-nothing cook?"

Ace snickered. "Aw, I missed this. You getting at each other's throats… Speaking of which, you really should shower after." He pointed at their torsos. His smirk only grew when both their faces turned red.

The check up was finished quickly as neither of them had breathed in too much smoke or obtained burns. After Zoro's bandages were changed and they had cleaned themselves up, slightly embarrassed, Ace came into the room.

"The fire has been put out, but there has been a lot destroyed. You can stay with me and Luffy if you like. Unless there is another place you can stay~" Playfully, he nudged Sanji in his side.

The blonde huffed. "Fine, you can stay at my place." He crossed his arms before his chest and looked away.

At that moment Luffy entered the room. His straw hat was pushed over his eyes.

"Luffy! What are you doing here? Zoro asked as Sanji sighed.

"How does everyone always knows where we are?"

The black haired boy pushed his head back, revealing a bright grin. "Ace told me to keep a look out for suspicious figures. And boy, have we caught a suspicious looking one!"

~ To be continued

* If you want to know what Law is talking about, you should read Breaking through Fire *cough* shameless selfpromotion *cough*