Zoro rested his back against the wall of the galley, his arms crossed over his chest as he observed their newest member- the blond, had been of help during the Arlong park battle. His kicks were a powerful weapon of destruction. His flexibility and agility in ways which Zoro couldn't. The cook could swim, not that he couldn't but the other man was faster, useful for fishing their captain out of the water. He couldn't help but wonder if the cook couldn't put those things to good use in the bedroom.

"I'm surprised at how good it smells in here," Zoro couldn't resist the need to tease the blond. The way he got all riled like an angry cat was cute.

"Dinners not ready yet, if you want to add your likes and dislikes the list is on the table. If you're here to steal a bite you can think fucking again, swordsmen. I won't hesitate to kick you out literally," He hadn't even bothered to turn around, cigarette smoke filled the air above his head.

Zoro pushed himself off the wall and wandered over the table, where a dark blue notebook and a blue feathered pen lay. Zoro took a seat and flipped through the book until he found his name. There wasn't much on there, just the fact he liked sake. Zoro hadn't expected the prissy cook to go this far in making sure the crew was well fed, once again Luffy somehow knew what he was doing. After all, the goofy kid had picked him as a first mate.

"Oi, shit cook, whatcha making?" Zoro asked as he filled out the notebook.

"Fuck off," Cook swore at at before replying to his answer. "I'm making bouillabaisse with rouille, and chocolate soufflé for dessert,"

"First, what the fuck is a what ever you said? I also don't think that will be enough for Luffy, I don't like chocolate so skip mine," Zoro thought chocolate was far to sweet for his liking. He didn't know what soufflé was either, to be honest.

"Bouillabaisse is a fishmen fish stew, rouille is a thick sauce that goes on top of the crusty bread you use to dip and soak up the stew with. I saw how much Luffy eats and I have a leg of lamb in the oven for him. No chocolate? Fuck, you're even weirder then I thought, Marimo, but that's easy to fix. What sounds better- fruit or cheese?" Sanji asked.

"Chi, whatever, curly brows, whichever goes good with sake," Zoro replied, looking up at the blond man, what he wouldn't give to have his thighs wrapped around his head. It would be a good way to go.

"Hmm, let me check something," The man stepped away from the stove and took a look into the fridge. Zoro got a great view of the slimmer man's perfect round ass as he bent over to dig through the fridge. "Cheese it is, a nice sharp cheese will pair well with the sake on hand, that is if you didn't drink it all!"

"I can't drink it all when you lock it up!" Zoro argued back, he enjoyed the banter between them. Sanji may be snobby, prissy and annoying, but he was also strong, loud-mouthed and swore like any good sailor worth their salt. Sanji was fun to fight with, he was the only one Zoro could spar with on this ship. Luffy was strong enough but he was also wild and unpredictable, he didn't seem the type to want to spar in any way. Ussop was more a distance fighter then up close, Nami was the brains of this ship not that she couldn't fight he just didn't trust her not to hit him where the sun didn't shine.

"Good, that means it's working. Are you done bugging me yet?" The cook asked, finally turning back to glare at him with pale blue eyes.

Zoro grinned and leaned back his hands behind his head. "I'm just getting comfortable, if you got a problem with that do something about it, but I have one last question for you," Zoro watched as Sanji stalked towards him cigarette smoke trailing behind him.

"And what's that?"

"Can you fuck as good as you fight?"

"Can you fuck as good as you fight?" Were words that Sanji had not been expecting to come out of that man's mouth, and completely sober.

Sanji stared at the man in front of him, while he loved women, they were beautiful, soft, wonderful, the way they moved, their soft skin and just everything about them. Sanji also liked men, it wasn't as expected so he was used to drunken one night stands until Zeff put a stop to it two years ago after one too many times coming back still drunk. Puberty had been a nightmare. Zoro was absolutely his type, thick muscular body, the scar across his chest that made him look rugged and dangerous, while they were the same height the moss ball was much thicker than him.

Sanji wanted to lick and mark every inch of the man's golden skin. Sanji put his cigarette out and slid around the table placing a knee on each side of the swordsman's legs leaning closer with a smirk.

"Hmm, I suppose I could be nice and give you a taste now, and if you like what you get, come back later tonight. I'll show just how good I am," Sanji said with confidence he didn't have, but fake it til you make it. Put on a good show and no one would know.

"Well then go on and show me," Marimo's hands left the back of his head and came to rest on Sanji's hips, his fingers gripping his ass. "Or are you all talk and no action?" He spoke with a smug grin that Sanji longed to kiss off.

"Shut up,"

"Make me," Sanji slammed his mouth against the other man's lips, already hungry for a taste.

Zoro pulled him closer, opening his mouth so their tongues could continue their fight instead of their words. Sanji used this opportunity to slide his hands under Zoro's shirt, feeling up those strong large muscles of his. Only marred or rather improved upon by that gorgeous scar that Sanji was dying to touch.

Zoro tasted of sake, melon and umeboshi, Sanji knew that he tasted of saffron, seafood and cigarettes. He was already hard in his suit pants and could feel the other man's erection as well, it was nice that he wasn't the only one affected by just a kiss.

Suddenly his hair is being pulled, his head being yanked back. Sanji let out an embarrassing kenning sound he didn't know he could make, he didn't know he'd like his hair being pulled. Zoro kept his hand fisted in his hair, attacking his neck with kisses and nips sucking a mark into his skin. Snaji shudders at this point he has lost all control of this situation.

"Ah! Fuck me!" He found himself saying.

"I intend to,"

"Sanjiiii! I'm hungry!" A third voice entered the chat, the voice of their captain begging for food, accompanied by the slamming of the galley door.

The hand in his hair released him as they both stared in shock at their captain. They had gotten carried away and subsequently got caught. Sanji wondered how far they would have gone if they hadn't been interrupted. He wasn't upset at being caught but more so the fact the mood had been ruined. Luffy clearly saw them but paid them no mind as he wandered closer to where Sanji had been cooking. His sole focus was on scoring food.

"Shit!" Sanji scrambled away from Zoro only to hit the table which he had forgotten about with his back. "Don't touch anything, Luffy!"

Marimo moved his hands to his waist and lifted him up and off of him, a sensation that he would file away for later. Sanji immediately ran towards the jar of jerky he had made. It wasn't his best work since there hadn't been enough time for a proper marinade but it was mostly for Luffy anyway. He did have more thinly sliced pieces of meat in marinade in the fridge.

"Dinners not ready yet, take some of this," Sanji shoved a handful of jerky into Luffy's hands. "Dinner will be done in about an hour,"

"Yay, meat! Thanks Sanji!" Luffy cheered, a large grin on his face. He headed towards the door. "Bye, Zoro!" Luffy shut the door behind him as he shoveled jerky into his mouth.

"Shitty swordsmen, out! I don't have any more time for you!" Sanji turned his attention back to the man he had just made out with. It was a shame, but his job came first.

"Chi, no need to be testy," The green haired man stood up and also headed for the door. "I'll be back for more tonight. We will finish what we started. I need to hear what other noises come out of that pretty mouth of yours," Before Sanji could respond he was once more alone in the kitchen.