Darkness, silence, and the fact that he's actually WARM again are the first things Luffy registers when he manages to stay awake long enough to start being truly aware of his surroundings. He's been drifting in and out of consciousness for hours, catching garbled snippets of conversations held between what seem like familiar voices and instinctively swallowing the small sips of broth offered to him whenever he's cognizant enough to accept the spoon being nudged against his lips.

No one's talking now. It's dark and quiet and in another moment he realizes the glorious, toe-curling warmth enveloping his body is radiating from the muscular figure sprawled alongside him with an arm curled securely over his midsection and cradling him close.

"Z-Zor-" His throat doesn't exactly hurt, but it's very dry, making speech uncomfortable. "Zoro?"

"O-Oi, welcome back, Sencho," his swordsman murmurs, stirring. He sounds as though he's also been asleep- or at least catnapping- and looks it too, yawning as he pushes himself up on the opposite elbow and leans in to examine Luffy's face more closely and peer into his half-closed eyes. "How you feelin'?"

"Waaarm…"

Zoro smiles. "Good." He moves closer still, brushing his lips against Luffy's jaw, a little below his mouth. "You scared us pretty bad, y'know." A pause. "You scared ME."

"I didn't mean to," the captain tells him drowsily. "I just- wanted to keep everybody safe…" His heart lurches suddenly in his rib cage and he opens his eyes wider, abruptly a lot less sleepy and unable to keep a note of fearful trepidation from creeping into his voice. "Robin! Zoro, is- is Robin okay?"

"Yeah, Sencho, she's fine. She's right over there. Everybody else is too. They're all okay, I mean."

Luffy raises his head to squint into the barely visible distance towards where Zoro's pointing, pushing back the blanket a bit while wriggling to sit up within the circle of his arm- and then he pauses, blinking. "Oi. Zoro's naked." He glances down at himself. "I'M naked." He shoots a look of interest mixed with chagrin at his lover, who's now grinning. "I'm not complaaaining 'cause I LIKE being naked with you, but Zoro, Chopper's gonna ANNIHILATE you, sneakin' in here 'n takin' all my- all OUR- clothes off."

"Nah. Not this time, anyway. 'Cause believe it or not, he's actually the reason we're both naked. See, Robin warmed up pretty easy-" Slipping his arm free, Zoro rolls flat onto his back, allowing Luffy to lean across him for a better look at the dark-haired woman asleep on the pallet beside theirs. "-but we had a real hell of a time with you. Got you thawed out quick enough, but you wouldn't stop shivering." He raises a hand to give the younger pirate's cheek a gentle but persistent tug, stretching the skin then letting it snap back into place. "Chopper thought it might've been trickier with you than it was with Robin 'cause you're rubber 'n- well, obviously she's not. But anyway, he said sharing body heat would be the safest way to raise your temperature without bringing it up too fast."

"So Zoro got to strip 'n strip ME 'n then climb in with me to warm me up? Shishi- I bet Sanji loooved that."

"Heh, yeah. His bad luck some of us guys go commando."

Snickering, Luffy settles down with his upper half draped across his partner's torso and his head nestled in the hollow between his chest and shoulder. He utters a contented sigh as the blanket's pulled up and tucked around him, followed by Zoro's arms closing firmly over-top the fabric to clasp him tight.

"The rest of the crew's been outside most of the afternoon, keepin' an eye out for that ice guy, just in case he came back 'n we needed to move in a hurry," Zoro murmurs in his ear. "-but it's been pretty quiet 'n you two seemed like you were doin' alright, so once it started getting late they decided they better get some sleep too." He nuzzles his nose into Luffy's hair. "Still, we went ahead 'n doubled the number of people on watch- at least for tonight- since you never know when the shit's gonna hit the fan. So Nami 'n the cook are both on deck right now, 'n the other guys are in here."

"Mmn…" Luffy replies drowsily. "… 'kay… sounds good…"

He's starting to doze off, lulled back to sleep by the steady thump of his swordsman's heart and the warm breath stirring his hair and the fingers giving little absent-minded caresses along his back and sides, when Zoro suddenly speaks up again, chest rumbling beneath his ear. "Oi, Sencho…"

"Mmn?"

"…what do you think that guy was talkin' 'bout, when he said all that shit about Robin? That she's dangerous and she's betrayed all the organizations she's ever joined."

"I dunno but I don't believe it. Not any of it." He squirms closer so they're lying belly-to-belly with their legs tangled, rubbing his cheek and nose and forehead against Zoro's collarbone and privately reveling in being able to cuddle naked without being disturbed. Even if their makeshift bed's nothing more than a thin pad with a fitted sheet, the blanket they're curled under, and a pillow or two, spread out on the floor of the tiny meeting hall that also contains the kitchen and helm.

"He seemed so sure…" Zoro mutters. "I mean, I get the bit about her bein' dangerous, 'cause she IS dangerous considering she's trained as a goddamn assassin 'n all, but- fuck, Luffy, did you see her face? When she recognized him? I don't think I've ever seen her look at anybody like that before- she was TERRIFIED."

Luffy casts a worried glance towards their sleeping historian. "… yeah… yeah, she was…"

"Well… I guess if there's anything she thinks we oughta know, she'll tell us eventually, right? I mean, she seems happy being part of the crew, at least so far as I can tell."

"I TOLD Zoro she was a good person."

Corner of his mouth quirking in a wry smile, Zoro tilts forward to plant a kiss on his nose. "Yeah, yeah, I know you did. Guess you were right."

"You GUESS? Oi, you KNOW I'm righ-!" Luffy's good-humored rebuke trails off into a low "mmmnnghhh" as his swordsman, who's been rubbing his lower back, starts working the stiffness out of a bruised muscle. "Unnngh…"

"You need to stop getting the shit beat out of you so much in the same day," Zoro scolds, digging fingers into his flesh. "You were black 'n blue from head to toe BEFORE you got your ass frozen, 'n now you're knotted up all over too."

"I can't help it that split-head guy played dirty!" Trying not to wince as the kneading fingers find another sore spot, the captain reaches up to touch the gauze pad taped in place on Zoro's forehead. "Besides, you got hurt too, playin' that ball game, AND you got your arm frozen."

He's answered with a noncommittal grunt.

"ANYWAY, we won Chopper back 'n we didn't let the lazy ice guy take Robin, so everything's okay." He nuzzles his nose under his lover's chin and closes his eyes, concentrating on the warmth and strength of the hands moving over his back. The calluses on Zoro's palms and the pads of his fingers feel a bit rough on his bare skin, but he doesn't mind. It feels good, being touched- even when some of his more stubborn muscles require pressure so firm that it borders on painful.

In fact, he even nods off for a few minutes. And wakes to discover his cheek's damp from the drool spilling from the corner of his slack mouth onto Zoro's pectoral. He rubs the back of one hand across his lips and stifles a yawn.

"You should go back to sleep," Zoro tells him softly. "You could use the rest 'n I promise, I won't try to just sneak out when it's my turn on watch. I'll wake you up to let you know I gotta head for the crows nest. But until then, go ahead 'n nap on me all you want."

Greatly tempted to do exactly that, Luffy lowers his head and snuggles closer, once again closing his eyes and humming happily when he's kissed on the forehead and temple and upturned cheek.

This time, however, his brain doesn't want to cooperate. He can't stop thinking about the Davy Back battles and what might've happened if they hadn't won that last round. And there'd been something Zoro said, that he'd nearly missed because everyone had been talking at the same time. Something about-

He finds himself frowning, trying to remember. "Oi, Zoro-?"

"Mmm?"

"Right after I beat Split-Head 'n we won the Davy Back? You said something about the crew?"

"… oh, right. I said there'd be no point in me being a pirate if I wasn't on this crew."

Luffy contemplates him silently for a moment or two and then asks, "What would-" He pauses, wondering how to word it. "… what would Zoro have done if they'd picked him instead of Chopper 'n… we hadn't won either of the other rounds? Or if we'd won Chopper back in the second round the same as we actually did but I lost the third one 'n Split-Head decided he wanted Zoro. Would he have actually- y'know, really gone with them, if they'd won?"

Zoro's silent for so long following this question, he raises his head to look at him, half-convinced he's not answering because he's fallen asleep. But oh no, Zoro's very much awake, and Luffy feels a chill sweep through his body at the expression on his face.

His swordsman's jaw is set, a small muscle in it jumping repeatedly, and his eyes are feral in the dim moonlight entering the room through the porthole windows.

"Yeah, I would've gone," Zoro says softly. "I would've gone with them to honor the bargain we made. I would've gone with them 'n after we set sail, I would've cut down every last soul on that ship 'n waited for you to come 'n get me."

The implication's brutally clear. No longer a Straw Hat and therefore no longer considering himself a pirate, he'd be under no obligation of loyalty. But he'd still be well-armed. And furious.

Luffy stares at him, breath caught in his throat, heart pounding furiously- and throws both arms around his neck, driving their mouths together in a messy, searing kiss. He groans deep in his chest when Zoro closes those rough, callused hands over his buttocks and arches up into him, and oh god, Zoro's HARD- not just erect but jutting rigid as steel against his inner thigh- and Luffy can feel himself stiffening in response, and there's just as much desperation in it as lust.

I could've lost him. I could've LOST HIM! I could've lost any of them, for real, over a stupid challenge I agreed to without really thinking about what could happen 'n-

He starts to protest when Zoro pulls away from his lips and gasps instead when the older pirate doubles under his chin to mouth hungrily at his neck, covering it in kisses and licks and the occasional bite. The hands on his ass grip his cheeks more tightly, pulling and pushing and urging him into motion, and abruptly his hips are swaying, rocking, pumping. He squirms, shifts- and his eyelids flutter briefly shut as his dick thrusts along Zoro's and his glans skids between their taut abdominal muscles.

"Gotta- stay quiet," Zoro insists softly, breath hot on his throat. "Should let- R-Robin sleep." His hands are squeezing, kneading, pressing Luffy's buttocks tightly together and then spreading them wide. "If we- if we- wake her up then-" A finger slipping into the gap, its pad stroking his exposed pucker with maddening delicacy. "Ch-Chopper really will- ann- ah- annn- annihilate us…"

Nodding shakily because he doesn't trust himself to speak, Luffy unwinds his arms from his swordsman's neck so he can lever his torso upwards and get a hand under him, braced between the older pirate's pectorals. He looks down, hoping he'll be able to watch their cocks sliding together, but while he can feel their flesh getting slick from the copious pre-cum he's leaking on Zoro's belly, it's too dark to see much of anything with the blanket bunched around his middle, where it settled after slipping off his shoulders and down his back.

But that's okay, because there's another, better place to look. His lover's face. Lips parted, mouth panting and moist… half-lidded eyes gazing up him and the depth of emotion in them hits him like a fist driving into his solar plexus. Don't stop. Don't EVER stop looking at me like that…

He cups his palms against Zoro's chest, splaying his fingers over it to seize as much of that thick muscle as he can fit in both hands and trailing his thumbs lightly across the already protruding buds he finds awaiting them and swallowing giddy laughter when Zoro presses into his touch with a choked curse.

It's his turn to bite his lower lip and the inside of his cheek when his partner retaliates by pushing more firmly on his hole, working a fingertip inside him, rotating it in small circles until he's loose enough for it to thrust in and out. He lets his breath out in a soft rush, determined to stay quiet, and grasps Zoro's nipples- and a good portion of his areolas- between thumb and forefinger, pinching, tugging, and before either of them realize what's happening, their escalating play's become a high-stakes game, each determined to make the other cry out despite their resolve to remain silent.

With a finger buried in the captain's bottom and easy access to his prostate, Zoro has the greater advantage, and he's merciless. He brings Luffy to the edge again and again, only to cease rubbing and stroking and slow the rocking of their hips as soon as he feels his inner muscles beginning to clench, repeatedly denying him release. It's somehow wonderfully erotic yet agitating to the point of madness and too much yet not enough, all at the same time.

Not that Zoro doesn't appear to be struggling quite a bit holding himself back; his cock's leaping excitedly between their abdomens, wet with the excessive amount of pre-cum dribbling from Luffy's tip, and he's gritting his teeth, crushing the back of his skull whenever his swollen nipples receive a yank that strays solidly into the territory of pain.

Luffy loses track of time passing, loses count of how many times he's convinced he's about to cum, only to find his impending orgasm slipping away before he can grasp it, until his entire pelvic region's throbbing and he's so wracked by mingled frustration and pleasure that he's forced to fondle Zoro's tits one-handed because his other hand's clapped across his own mouth, holding in the moans and pleas threatening to slip from his throat.

He could end this with one word, he knows, a single plea or demand for his lover to stop reining him in and finally let him finish, but he doesn't WANT to ask or even order. It's now less about outlasting Zoro or making him climax first or forcing him to cry out than it's about simply withstanding this torment and refusing to give in.

No worries about being cold now. He'd been forced to shove aside the blanket ages ago, his skin sticky-damp with sweat and the pre-cum smeared all across his stomach from grinding so heavily on his swordsman's equally overheated body. We're probably both gonna need to drink gallons 'n GALLONS of water after this, 'cause my throat's dry as hell, 'n the way Zoro's been panting, I doubt his feels any better…

He risks removing his hand from his mouth to dash his sweaty hair away from his forehead so it stops dripping in his eyes, dizzily registering that dawn must be breaking soon because the room's nowhere near as dark as when he woke earlier. As he tries to work up a little saliva to moisten his mouth enough to swallow, his slightly unfocused gaze drifts over to the table and benches bolted to the floor right beside the kitchen- and he realizes someone's looking back at him, frozen in a half-raised position on the closest bench, as though they'd been about to get up.

Under him, Zoro's slowing his thrusts again, eyes squeezed tightly shut and teeth clenched as he stubbornly holds back from an orgasm of his own, oblivious to their unexpected observer.

Usopp's eyes are very wide, his mouth open and trembling as he stares at the scene before him, the thin tablecloth he's been using as an impromptu sheet forgotten where it's sliding off his midsection and past the bench to puddle on the floor by his foot. Revealing that his crotch of his overalls is tented rather conspicuously, and as Luffy watches, the sniper lowers a hand to tug awkwardly at the fabric covering the bulge.

The captain feels a surge of bitter, irrational anger. He'd been alright with Usopp after that talk with Zoro, or at least alright enough, and they'd had fun together preparing for his fight in the final Davy Back challenge. He'd deliberately chosen Usopp as his corner man in an attempt to fix the awkwardness between them. And, well, also because he hadn't been sure he'd be able to keep his hands off Zoro if the two of them were alone, and he'd reluctantly decided that although horribly tempting, the opportunity to have sex in front of a dressing room mirror hadn't been as important as keeping his mind focused and winning the pending battle against the rival captain.

Anyway, he'd thought it'd worked and he'd cleared things up with Usopp and he thought he'd gotten over the worst of his jealousy, but now, discovering his friend gaping at him- at ZORO- during what he'd considered a private moment between himself and his swordsman-

He likes showing off, likes the idea of having an audience and having other people watch him and Zoro having sex. But that isn't why they're together NOW. This was supposed to be just him and Zoro- him and Zoro reassuring each other and reaffirming the bond between them, and okay, maybe they haven't chosen the best place to start something he wanted to stay private, but-

Luffy's pissed off, and he doesn't think twice about what he's doing.

Gaze never leaving Usopp's, he scoots forward, pulling free of the finger buried inside him and gathering his feet beneath him on either side of Zoro's hips as he reaches down to grab his lover's cock and position the tip at his entrance.

"O-Oi, Sencho- Sencho, w-wait, if you d-do that I'll-"

He doesn't wait. He plunges his hips down, impaling himself on Zoro's glans before taking the rest of him inside with quick little rocking motions, the entry eased by all the slick pre-cum they've been sliding through thrusting against each other's wet groins and lower abdominals. He gropes for Zoro's chest, seizes him by the tits and wrings them HARD, simultaneously lifting and dropping his pelvis.

Zoro arches beneath him, shaft not just twitching or jerking inside his hole but SPASMING in there, and then his partner's grasping him around the waist to push his bottom down while bucking frantically up against it, no longer able to contain himself but making a wavering "NNNNNN!" noise that seems incredibly loud in a room that's otherwise silent- save for the fleshy sounds caused by two bodies colliding again and again and again.

Collisions that rapidly take on a new sound, changing from a dull slap to a wet schlick-schlick-schlick because Zoro came- in fact, Zoro's STILL cumming, cock thumping inside even faster and harder now that he's lubricated with the semen he's already spilled, hot and slick within the tight tunnel of Luffy's ass.

Satisfied by the expression of stunned awe on Usopp's face, Luffy turns away, unable- and unwilling- to hide the smug grin creeping across his own countenance. Okay, Usopp, try'n top THAT. I can do stuff to Zoro- FOR Zoro- you can only DREAM about…

Returning his gaze to his swordsman, gasping and shuddering and still rocking helplessly beneath him, he releases one of the pectorals he's been clutching and takes his own dick in hand, thumb teasing the sensitive spot under the glans. He hears a creak from the bench as Usopp stumbles to his feet, a high-pitched, panicked voice yelping "E-EXCUSE ME!" and then the sniper bolts, feet pounding across the floor. There's a thump, a brief squeal of hinges that badly need oiling, a loud BANG as the door slams shut, and he's gone.

It's too much noise, and Luffy knows it, and he's already cringing internally even before he hears Chopper's sleepy inquiry from nearby and an astonished female voice saying "… oh- oh my…" at even closer range, but he can't help himself. He's been denied release too many times for too long and he's just too damn close to finally gaining some relief from the urgent ache in his balls.

It doesn't take much to tip himself over the edge. Not with Zoro hard and wet and moving inside him, continuing to make rough jabs that slip back and forth across his distended rim, stimulating the sensitive tissue until he's nearly sobbing over just how goddamn good it feels. Two quick strokes of his fist- or maybe three- with his fingers dragging the skin up and down over the ridge separating glans from shaft, and this time there's nothing to hold him back.

When he reaches his peak, he ejaculates so violently that his vision starts greying around the edges and he's forced to squeeze his eyes closed to keep from fainting, but he doesn't keep them that way for long. He really wants- he NEEDS- to see every possible moment of this. He forgets about Usopp, forgets somebody's probably going to get murdered by Chopper before breakfast, forgets Robin's awake and propped up on one elbow to observe in stunned silence from only a couple feet away. Right now, nothing else matters. Nothing but this.

Zoro's recovered his senses just enough to realize where all the cum's likely to fly and scrunches his eyelids shut mere seconds before a heavy spurt of milky fluid splatters him square in the face. Fortunately he doesn't attempt to OPEN them again right away, because it's not the only stream Luffy manages to unload there. And what doesn't reach his face certainly doesn't go to waste; Zoro's neck, his heaving pectorals tipped with nipples puffy and darkly flushed from being played with so roughly, his navel and taut, jerking abdominal muscles- they're all acceptable targets, and the captain hits everywhere he aims.

He's pretty sure he's never cum so hard or so much in his life, and when he finally shoots himself dry, he's exhausted and his legs won't stop shaking. He wobbles, then half-flops, half-falls over backwards, prompting a low groan from his swordsman when his ass slides free of his cock, finally allowing it to finish going flaccid.

"Oh- oh my god, Sencho, wh-what the actual f-f-fuck..."

Luffy doesn't bother trying to reply. He's breathing too hard, his heart hammering so wildly in his chest, it feels as though it might explode OUT of his chest. His inner thigh muscles are quivering uncontrollably and his damp skin's tingling all over.

Moving stiffly, Zoro shifts one leg and then the other out from where they've been pinned under the rubber man's limp body. He struggles into a sitting position, wiping at his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Holy shit…"

"Most impressive," Robin agrees from beside them, sounding highly amused, and Luffy utters a wheeze of laughter when Zoro jerks in surprise and whirls his head in the historian's direction, eyes widening despite the mess running down his face.

The green-haired pirate opens his mouth, closes it after his throat issues nothing but a funny clicking noise, swallows, and tries again. "F-Fuck… uh, sorry, Robin… I guess we weren't exactly as quiet as-"

Before he can finish speaking, Chopper's swooping down on him and Luffy, bristling with outrage. The doctor's taken Heavy Point form, and before either man can utter more than a sheepish greeting, he seizes Zoro by one scarred ankle and hoists him off the ground by it so he's dangling upside-down.

"Goddamn it, Chopper, put me down!"

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" Chopper booms at him.

"Aw, c'mon! You said it was fine if I-!"

"I SAID TO MAKE SURE LUFFY STAYED WARM. I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO STICK YOUR PENIS IN HIS RECTUM."

Zoro's clutching at the floor, trying to drag himself free and succeeding at little more than flailing his arms. "OI, THAT WASN'T ME- THAT WAS ALL HIM!"

"Sexual intercourse IS a rather effective way to keep warm," Robin remarks thoughtfully, sounding quite serious, although Luffy's pretty sure she's trying not to laugh.

"DON'T defend them," Chopper stoops lower to growl at her. "And lay back down! You're supposed to be resting!" He straightens before Zoro can lunge for the steering pole and make another attempt to pull away. "And YOU are coming with me."

"Oi," Luffy protests, making a grab for the reindeer's leg as he passes and missing because he's too winded not to mention still thrumming with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Give Zoro back!"

They've almost reached the door when it swings open and Nami pokes her head into the room, looking slightly annoyed. "What's with all the yelling, you guys, and what in god's name is wrong with Usopp? He-" She stops at the sight of Zoro hanging by his ankle from Chopper's hand. Nude, cursing, and covered in so much cum that it's dripping down his torso onto his already plastered face and forcing him to repeatedly rub an arm across his half-closed, furiously blinking eyes. "Oh my god. Y-You know what? Never-fucking-mind; I should've guessed." She edges around them into the room before Chopper can step forward, making shooing motions. "Go on, get him out of here."

"I said, PUT ME DOWN," Luffy can hear Zoro demanding as he's carried through the doorway. "Chopper, c'mon, this shit's getting in my eyes 'n it BURNS." Followed by, "Oi- OI, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? DON'T YOU DA-" There's a loud splash from outside and after a moment or two, Chopper returns, now in his normal form but looking no less irritated.

Luffy cringes. At least nobody'll toss HIM overboard since he's technically injured and can't swim. He sure HOPES so… because it honestly might depend on how mad he's made everyone. Well, everybody but Robin anyway, who still seems a lot more amused than offended.

Given the cursing that's slowly increasing in volume, Zoro's hauled himself back onboard, and he soon stalks back into the meeting room, glowering about him balefully. He's still nude and he's dripping even more than before, but of course now it's seawater he's drenched with rather than cum.

Luffy isn't sure this is an improvement. Honestly, he's pretty sure it's the opposite. Zoro had looked entirely too good splattered in his jizz, with little rivulets trickling down his flushed skin and matting his pubes, and he'd barely had time to enjoy the sight before Chopper had whisked him away.

"What were you THINKING would happen?" Nami's asking the doctor in exasperation. "You literally threw them in bed together. Naked, no less. Did you really expect them to keep their hands- dicks- whatever- to themselves?"

"I believe our navigator's raising a valid point."

"I think you BROKE my DICK," Zoro growls at Luffy as he flops down beside him, not bothering to avoid the wet spots they've left on the mattress. He snorts at the rubber man's horrified expression. "I'm EXAGGERATING, alright? It's not really broken. But I'm sore as fuck 'n I bet I'm gonna have BRUISES."

"Sorry, Zoro…" Eyeing the organ in question, laying limp against his swordsman's thigh. "… I could always try'n kiss it be-"

"ROBIN-CHAN?" They look up in time to see Sanji bursting through the open doorway, one hand clutching the frame to propel him past it. "I heard shouting! Is Robin-chan-?" The cook skids to a halt, taking in the sight of the captain and first mate. The former still sprawled on his back, face only now beginning to lose its flush and his groin and the surrounding bedding spattered with suspicious dampness. "No. NO. You DIDN'T. No-no-no-NO-NO. C'MON, YOU SHITTY BASTARDS, WE EAT IN HERE!"

"Hi, Sanji!" "Oh my god, cook, chill out. We were on the FLOOR. It's not like I ate him out sitting on the table or anything."

Intrigued by the prospect of THAT, Luffy glances over at Zoro, who- already grinning wickedly in his direction- pokes his tongue tip out of his mouth and wiggles it suggestively. Only to accidentally bite himself when Nami reaches over and slaps him hard in the back of the skull. "OW!"

"Enough, Zoro- don't be disgusting."

To Luffy's surprise, however, while the navigator's tone is brusque, she's blushing a heck of a lot harder than he ever thought possible. Weird. He'd ask her about it, but he's got a sneaking suspicion she'll just hit him too- and probably a lot harder than she just hit his partner.

Sanji's making a muffled sort of screaming sound into his hands, which are cradling his face. When he lowers them, he's glaring as though he'd gladly put a foot through Zoro's sternum. "Marimo, I SWEAR- it's bad enough you guys keep bumping uglies with the locals and starting GAY ORGIES every damn place we go, but if either of you assholes even THINK about putting your dicks near the table, they're going straight into a frying pan, and I don't care if they're attached to you at that point in time or NOT. STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY KITCHEN!"