ZoroxSanji ZoSan Yaoi/Lemon (ENG)

💛Better than ever💛

Sanji's view:

The green-haired swordsman looked at him from dark, lustful eyes. His face was only a few inches from Sanji's now. Zoro's eyes were glazed with desire, almost as if he were in a trance. His mouth was slightly open so Sanji could feel its hot breath on his cheeks. The swordsman's striking, scarred face came closer and closer as his lips formed words, but Sanji couldn't hear them. Panic rose in him, his heart literally bursting in his chest. "What has gotten into him? What is he up to? Why is he looking at me like that?" the questions in his head rolled over. He tried to back away, but he hit a wall. Panicked, Sanji tried to push the swordsman away from him, but the man's muscular, hot body pushed relentlessly closer. The cook opened his mouth to scream, but no sound passed his lips. Zoro's lips had almost reached his, only millimeters were missing and they would touch him. Sanji tensed his entire body, pressing himself against the wall with all his might, but it didn't help. He squinted his eyes and screamed as loud as he could.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", Sanji sat bolt upright in his bed, drenched in sweat. His breathing was rapid and erratic and he was shaking all over. "Thank God! It was just a dream!", he sighed and brushed his hair, disheveled by sleep, out of his face with his hands still trembling with excitement. His heart was pounding wildly. "That damn Marimo!" he cursed softly. What the hell was that last night? He just couldn't get the images he had seen in the forest out of his head. Actually, it was the most normal thing in the world, everyone had to meet his needs at some point. But with the green-haired man, who otherwise only thought about his training and his alcohol, it would never have occurred to Sanji that he also had such human needs. But that wasn't the worst of it. Hadn't he heard his name when he had watched Zoro indulge his needs? Or had he just imagined it? This question just wouldn't let him go. Sanji shook his head, hoping to get rid of these confusing thoughts. "I'll just get started on breakfast," the blond cook thought to himself and headed toward the galley.

But, unfortunately, luck was not with him. Just as he was about to enter the galley, he saw the short green hair peeking out from behind the open refrigerator door. Sanji stopped as if rooted to the spot. "Is he following me?" the thought flashed through his mind. Then the refrigerator closed, revealing a still slightly sleepy Zoro with tousled green hair and a sake bottle in his hand. Their eyes met and involuntarily a cold shiver ran down the cook's spine. But he quickly regained his composure and his face contorted with anger. "Get the hell out of my kitchen, you drunkard! And damn it, stop drinking so early in the morning!", he sneered at the swordsman. Already expecting a huge counterattack from Zoros, he took two steps into the galley, ready to give the swordsman a good telling off. But instead, the green-haired man seemed to ignore what he had said and just continued to stare at him in his indifferent way. Zoro's eyes seemed to pierce him, as if he could see right through him. Sanji was so perplexed that he could not avert his gaze. Then the swordsman started to move and came straight at him. Sanji's heart began to race. The images from his dream rose up in him again, which only made his uneasiness grow. To Sanji it seemed like an eternity, even if it was only a moment, no more than a few blinks of an eye. But then the swordsman had already passed him and disappeared. All that remained was the tingling sensation on his arm where Zoro had brushed against him as he passed. Involuntarily, he reached his hand to that spot to wipe the feeling aside. "Now I'm standing here like an absolute fool," he huffed at himself and began to prepare breakfast for the others. "This will finally take my mind off things," he told himself as he peeled the first apple.

Unfortunately, that was a misjudgment. The burning questions in his mind wouldn't let him go throughout the day. "Had Zoro really said my name? Why does he keep staring at me but not talking to me? Why doesn't he counter anymore when I insult him?" Something was wrong with the swordsman, Sanji realized that much the more he thought about Zoro's behavior. He hadn't been aware of it, but for a week now the swordsman had been acting differently towards him than usual. He even thought he noticed Zoro taking opportunities to casually touch him. "Or am I just imagining it?", Sanji doubted that could be true. But the morning's encounter in the galley confirmed his suspicions. "He could have just walked around me, there was more than enough space. Why did he walk so close to me that we had to touch?" the questions plagued him and his curiosity made him form a plan. "I just have to know," he said more to himself, but Nami, who had approached him from behind, had apparently heard him. The navigator leaned back against the railing next to Sanji, who had his elbows propped on the railing, a cigarette between his fingers. "What do you need to know?" asked Nami with a sly grin on her lips. "Oh, nothing at all, Nami-chan," he crooned, prancing around the woman in a playful manner. "What did I do to deserve the good fortune of your presence?" he asked, trying to get off the subject and putting on his most seductive smile. "Oh, you looked so glum, so I thought I'd check on you.... But it seems I don't have to worry, you seem to be fine," the navigator said, her tone becoming more annoyed towards the end and her charming smile disappearing. Then there was another huge slap in the face, because Sanji's hand was once again in an absolutely inappropriate place. Sanji was still rubbing his cheek when Nami ran back to Robin. Longingly he looked after her.