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Sanji just rolled his eyes. Typical response. He didn't even dignify that with a retort. He also didn't expect Zoro to use a glass - seriously, when had he ever?

At Zoro's explanation, Sanji frowned, the chopping of the potatoes creating a sharp, staccato rhythm on the countertop. "Isn't that two, then, that are after your swords? Wasn't that cute Marine girl interested in them too?" he asked. He then let out a snort and nodded. Of course it's yours. You did win it. And besides..." Here he smirked. "We're pirates. Taking 'treasure' is sort of our thing, right?" Even if they were technically rather lousy pirates in that regard, then.

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He made a face over the next sip of sake. "That's not the point. It's not about piracy."

Zoro stared at the counter in front of him for a moment, and then slowly lifted an eye to catch Sanji's gaze. "It might have been Brook's shadow, but some part of him was still the samurai. That part gave me his sword." He harrumphed over the mouth of the bottle. "You'd think a samurai would get that, but no. Asshole won't even listen."

"Yeah, yeah... It's all about honor and defeating your foe honorably and all that crap..." his tone was nonchalant, but no malice or bitterness to it. Despite his words Sanji did know Zoro believed in those things, and that they were important to him. He looked up to meet Zoro's gaze, serious and steadfast.

"Then you make him listen. The idiot tends to go for the dramatic, in whatever he says or does... You have to cut him off before he starts and be blunt and to the point with him." Sanji then smirked, playfully, at Zoro. "Not TOO difficult for a guy like you to do." He then broke their gaze, shaking his head and chopping the last of the potatoes. "If you have to be rough with him, then do it. Sounds like he just needs some sense knocked into him."

Zoro mulled over his drink. As usual, Sanji had a better read on the guy than he did. "Yeah, but I don't wanna get the ship cut into ribbons by going a few rounds with a samurai." He had his doubts that Kin'emon was as powerful as the late Ryuuma, zombie shadows or no zombie shadows, but he still hadn't fully taken the measure of their guest. For now, taking refuge in the kitchen until Kin'emon cooled down seemed like a decent strategy.

He watched Sanji at work for a bit; it was always magical, how raw vegetables and meat and other things transformed into amazing food in his hands. "And then there's Law. Can't figure him out, either." Oh, Zoro had his theories, but he was curious what others thought.

"Then do it when we get to Dressrosa. Away from any of the towns, with what sort of damage you'll likely cause." Sanji moved over to the fridge, pulling out a couple of large, thick sausages (and a pack of bacon, too) and began to slice them... he'd sear them later on the stovetop along with the bacon.

He paused, thinking. "After we finish up this prisoner exhange or whatever shit Law's got planned. I don't quite have a bead on him either, but I'm getting the feel that this is a more personal vendetta." He frowned and shrugged. "Can't say anything for sure yet, though. Luffy trusts him. Even if Luffy will trust nearly ANYONE - particularly if they give him food - that's good enough for me for now."

His eye followed the cook's every movement. Ooh, sausage. He technically wasn't hungry yet but he could feel his stomach waking up in anticipation. Zoro listened, and then nodded slowly.

"It's not that I don't trust him. Luffy likes him, and as weird as it is, Luffy's never wrong about a person." He sipped thoughtfully. "It's been a while since we had anyone like him aboard. Someone not easy to read. Guy's got a lot of secrets, you can just feel it."

But if Sanji had concerns about any of this blackmail bullshit being personal, Zoro would keep an eye on Law just in case. No one would put his crew at risk, not even an ally. He shrugged it off and took a much deeper drink. "Fine, fine. I'll save kicking Kin'emon's ass till later. He'll just have to hold his water till then."

Once the sausages were sliced, Sanji got out a large skillet and began frying them and the bacon, transferring the ones that were done to a paper napkin-lined plate before cooking more.

"Hmm, true," he said, nodding. "Like Robin-chan, then? Well, we've all got our secrets. No real harm in that, unless it starts to affect the mission."

He didn't quite get the 'holding his water' bit, but could easily guess at it's meaning. "Wonder how much longer we'll be STUCK with this whole lot. It's not like we haven't had others travelling with us before, but I get the feeling they'll be hanging around us a LOT longer than usual." He then pouted dramatically, slumping his shoulders. "And not a cute girl in the LOT!"

Zoro looked up just to give him a deadpan look, like really? Even at a time like this all he can think about is women. "Dunno," he grunted after a moment, "but I get this feeling you're right. So we find this guy Kin'emon's looking for in Dressrosa...what then? They probably need a ride home."

Which, to be fair, Zoro was not opposed to. He had never known until now how much he needed to visit a country like Wa. Even if he wasn't a samurai he knew talented swordsmen when he saw them, and if that island could be crawling with them, well...

And you seriously expected anything else from him? Seriously?

Once all the meat was cooked, he set it aside to cool. It would be re-heated again later, when added to the potatoes when cooking them all in the stew.

Sanji leaned against the counter, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up, blowing the smoke up to the ceiling. "Che... And we'll probably have to give Law a ride back to wherever HIS crew is, too, so that's two places out of our way. Not that we have any real set course anyway... but we're not a fucking TAXI, here! I just hope we get this shit with Caesar dealt with fast. The sooner that guy's off our ship the better."

Well, no argument there. Come to think of it, the cook really had a point. They had picked up a lot of strays lately, all of whom probably had places to go and no ship but Sunny to get them there. Ugh.

He shrugged it off and decided to change the subject so they wouldn't wallow in their complaints. His eye went to the cigarette in slender fingers and sultry lips. Damn. "With all these people on board," he murmured, "it's gonna be hard to find somewhere quiet. Private."

Sanji froze at that, eyes widening as just what Zoro was saying sunk in. Sure, they had their difficulities finding 'quiet places' normally, with their crew, but with all these NEW people now crowding the ship...

"... damn," he hissed out. Fuck, it had been long ENOUGH already... Two damned years, and too little TIME in-between all these chaotic adventures... Between reuniting on Saboady and making a run for it, being split up on Fishman Island then fighting Hody and his crew, splitting up again on Punk Hazard and dealing with all the shit with Law and Caesar... they'd barely had ANY time to get anything much more than a couple hurried kisses and gropes in. Let ALONE anything MORE. He didn't focus too much on it during said adventures because - hello - fighting for your life kind of took precedence! But in the down time? Sailing between islands?

Sanji was starting to get very stressed, having only tastes without having the full meal.

"Shit! Gaahhh... as if things hadn't been busy enough BEFORE. Where the damned hell can we even..? Crows nest is too open, you KNOW people'll be pounding on the door the moment we try to use the bathroom, the boy's cabin is right out.. I could try to lock all the doors, but... dammit, gotta cover the windows and like HELL we're using the table or anywhere NEAR the kitchen... and if Luffy wants to bust into the kitchen you KNOW he will..."

Sanji grasped his head in frustration, tugging at his hair. "And who knows what the hell kind of shit we're going to find on Dressrosa! Dammit!"

"Take it easy." Zoro hadn't meant to rile him up further, but what he said was true. The crow's nest or below decks were some of the only actually-secure locations on the ship. But heading to a new island with some kind of big plan in Law's pocket? No way, no time there. It would have to be here on the ship while they had the chance.

He rubbed his face while he thought. "What about the aquarium? After dark, when everyone else is asleep or on watch."

"Easy enough for you to say... damned shitty stoic swordsman!" he spat out, but was honestly more upset about the whole entire situation than anything to do with Zoro directly.

Sanji paused, thinking... then slowly straightend. "Yes... Yes, that could work. Would have to find a way to lock the door. Maybe shove the piano against it. With all these shitty devil fruit users on board, none of them will be going INTO the aquarium... and I can't see any of the few that DO know how to swim diving in during the middle of the damned shitty night anyway! Yes... yes, the aquarium room is good!" He looked over at Zoro, hoping the tension he could feel in his body wasn't easily readable. "Tonight, then?"

Watching Sanji think out loud was nothing short of amusing. Zoro smirked a bit - yeah, cook, you look tense all right. But he didn't call attention to it.

"I'm not on watch," he said to confirm. "Law's taking a shift so I'm free as soon as you are." The smirk widened the more he thought about it. Yes, good. Finally a night to themselves, as long as they could keep nosy captains out of their business. Maybe he would have to chase Luffy around the ship to wear him out so he would pass out asleep instead of follow them around.

Of course, they still had to get through dinner, but eh, no sweat.

Sanji leaned back against the counter in an effort to ground himself and calm himself down, puffing on his cigarette. Damn... did he appear a little TOO anxious, there? Well, fuck it! It's been a long time since they've been able to do anything decent... anyone would be anxious by this point!

"I'm not free until dinner's over. I can probably wrangle someone into doing the dishes though. Who, though? Can't ask Nami-san or Robin-chan. There is no WAY I am trusting Luffy to do it. I have my misgivings about Kinemon, but... maybe. Somehow I just can't picture LAW washing dishes. So I'll probably rope Usopp or Franky or Brook into doing them, then. .... If I get Brook to do it, that'll also probably keep him from thinking about playing the piano down there, too."

"Oh...right, hadn't thought of that." Zoro shrugged. Leave it to Sanji to anticipate any interruptions. Yes, make Brook do the dishes, it would build character or something.

Since he was already in the kitchen, Zoro decided to just hang out there until after dinner was served. He could watch the cook do his thing, enjoy the view, and play it totally cool around the others until after they were all full and happy. Then, he would excuse himself to take care of whatever matters a Zoro needed to take care of, and slip down into the lounge by himself. Hopefully, no one would follow him, whether out of curiosity or boredom. If need be, he would steal one of the bottles of wine kept down there and make like he was going to get drunk by himself.

Or maybe he'd just pop open a bottle for fun anyway. He and the cook deserved it.

Sanji let out a dry snort, then smirked. "That's why I do the thinking, Mossbrain," he teased.

Dinner was the usual noisy affair, made all the MORE louder with Kinemon and Momonosuke and Caesar all squabbling and yelling and carrying on with Luffy and Usopp and Chopper and other loud nakama. At least Law was quiet. If abnormally picky. Really... who didn't like BREAD?! At least he was quiet. After dinner, Sanji managed to wrangle Brook into doing the dishes (after a bit of arguing and the threat of a few well-placed kicks). He stepped out onto the lower dock with the excuse of having a smoke, leaning against the wall near the lounge's door. When he was certain no one was looking, he slipped into the room, closing the door behind him and looking for a chair or something - anything - to secure the door with.

Mission accomplished... so far. But damn, if they had to keep doing this for who knows how long? It was going to get frustrating, fast.

It would do for now, and that's what mattered most to Zoro. He took this thing with the cook as it came, in the moment, day by day and hour by hour, and so far he wasn't disappointed.

He looked up quickly at the creak of the door, even though his haki already told him it was the only person allowed to come in, and then grinned to himself as he popped the cork on one of the lower-end bottles of wine kept in the wine rack. "Coast is clear, I take it?" he murmured, unable to hide his eagerness.

Sanji still stood near the door, looking over at Zoro, a wave of arousal slugging him in the gut just then. Smirking, he reached up to tug his tie loose, unbuttoning his jacket as he began to walk forward.

"Yeah. The crew's all off either getting ready for the night, or fooling around upstairs. We're good, for now." He glanced quickly at the label on the wine bottle, then nodded faintly. None of the good stock, good. Sliding out of his jacket, he tossed it and his tie on the piano bench, then collapsed onto the couch next to Zoro.

Looking over at the swordsman, he felt another rush of interest, reaching out to touch fingertips lightly against his nearest shoulder. There were parts of him that still couldn't believe that he had fallen for a man... but godDAMN... at least he fell for one with the body of a god... The strength of his convictions and loyalty were nothing to sneeze at, either.

"So are you going to spend your time here drinking?" he said teasingly.

Zoro answered that by taking a swig directly from the bottle, and then grinned and offered it to share. "Just relaxing a bit," he shrugged, "but if you wanna get right down to it, I'm not gonna complain."

Usually, Zoro was the one to get right down to it, the finer points of foreplay tended to go right over his head, but once in a while he didn't mind taking his time. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but it had taken so long for them to finally get a private moment to themselves, he wanted to draw it out as long as possible. Then again, if he wasted too much time, he risked Luffy getting bored poking at Momo or Law and coming to look for them so...

He settled back against the couch and draped his free hand over Sanji's knee, reminding himself what it felt like. During their time apart the cook had filled out nicely, he was no longer scrawny and tough but thickly muscled, Zoro could feel it in the thigh beneath his hand. Hngh yes he needed to feel more of that.

"Well, given that we don't have the luxury of a hotel room door we can lock, and we don't know how long certain 'idiots' will be distracted..."

Sanji usually preferred to take his time, too. To savour the moment, build up anticipation... Sometimes the foreplay was just as much fun as the actual sex! But it had been too long apart, and their times together so far had been too brief, and this tension he could feel along his back needed easing. Now.

He hummed at the feel of Zoro's hand on his thigh. He might have (finally!) filled out, some... but he still was NOTHING compared to the swordsman. Would never compare to the swordsman's physique; he just wasn't built for it; his muscles were used in different ways. Zoro was just... sheer power, always HAD been, and now he was like a mountain. His hand slid from Zoro's shoulder to the back of his neck, long fingers playing with his hair. The slightly-longer hair was nice, too. A little bit more to tug and play with.

Smirking, Sanji leaned in, tugging Zoro towards him with the hand on his neck. "Give me a taste, then," he said... and went in for a kiss.

(ooc: this'll be 'interesting'... as I only have 2 "kissy" icons in the whole batch x.x; Haven't really had the need for them, much. c_c;; -cough-)

The wine bottle slid down Zoro's leg and came to rest on the floor with a thump as he decided to give up on it and give Sanji what he wanted. Some part of him might have been hesitant, a little shy even, wondering if they really could recapture what had been put on hold for two years, but the instant lips met his, everything came back in a rush and he could have kicked himself for even second-guessing it.

His kiss was hard and eager, and within moments he was already leaning toward the cook, throwing an arm over his waist, diving in to grab as much of him as he could hold and ravage those lips with all the ferocity he usually reserved for fighting. Shit even the little stolen moments here and there in the last few weeks hadn't whetted his appetite one bit, he knew this time they wouldn't stop and it drove him wild. Heat colored his cheeks and earlobes, rushed down his spine, tingled in his hips and came to rest in his groin. Yes please, he needed it more than he could admit to himself.

[ooc: don't worry, I've only got 3 XD]

Oh... this was good. This was damned good... He'd missed this!

He - loathe as he was to admit it out loud - missed Zoro's forcefulness, the way he would just dive in and take charge... overwhelm him with passion. The feel of those strong arms around him, gripping him... so much stronger, now! Sanji kissed back just as ferociously, both hands coming up to grip and TUG at Zoro's collar, pulling him forward into the kiss, tongue seeking entry into Zoro's mouth. As he tugged Zoro forward, he leaned back against the couch's cushions, sliding one leg up to press up against Zoro's hips. He wanted him CLOSER, dammit! They'd been apart for too long; now he couldn't get close enough.

[ooc: heh XD And how far do we take this, too? ^^; What are you comfortable with?]

The implied demand in the tugging and pulling made Zoro growl against Sanji's lips and then part them to let him in. He wanted a taste? He could have as much as he could stand. Zoro rolled to the side to follow the momentum and chase the kiss, planting one knee on the edge of the couch and practically climbing over him. Fortunately, he had already set his swords aside so they wouldn't be in the way, but the long robe wrapped around his legs tangled with the dangling end of his sash and for a moment he almost tripped himself and pitched right over on the floor. But he caught himself in time, after a quick gasp, and then dove right back in for more. One hand slid up along Sanji's neck and found a nice place to rest along his jaw so he could tip the cook's face to meet him. His palm brushed against that new goatee, and a moment later he found himself raking along it with his lips and teeth instead. He couldn't help it! It was new and different and felt great against his skin. From there, Zoro knew he wanted to explore every inch of the cook's improved physique, and find out all his secrets.

[ooc: anything and everything, I am no smut virgin. :3 So whatever you're good with, I will follow!]

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