When the sky is no longer blue...

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Just before dawn rose in the sky, the alarm clock began to ring continuously, causing the blond boy to wake up, lying on the bed next to a green-haired boy. The blond boy had his arm wrapped around his hips, his head was resting on his arm, and one leg was between his own. It was still very cold so he moved closer to the other to receive more warmth, his body was really warm despite sleeping without a shirt. Slowly he tried to open his eyes to get used to the light, but being too strong he was forced to rub them with his fingers.

His body was still sore and the position he was in was fortunately comfortable, but it was obvious, Zoro always took very good care of him. Despite not being a very sweet and romantic person she treated him like a prince and he certainly didn't mind. He looked up at him to observe him, his face was relaxed and he was still snoring very loudly.

"He's really cute." A thought fluttered in Sanji's mind, and for a second he hid his face in the other's chest. The green one's body was very muscular and tanned compared to his own, and his chest was so big that he sometimes thought it was bigger than Nami's. He then decided to move closer to his face to get a better look at it, too bad he could not refrain from making yet another gesture that was wrong for him at that moment.

He laid his lips on his rough skin, it was not delicate, not even smooth, and there was some badly trimmed beard; but he liked it that way, he liked it so much that he did not understand why, he wanted to skincare him or offer to shave him, and yet his face was home to him. Just a little look at Zoro was enough to make him feel better, his anxiety disappeared in an instant, and his body quivered with happiness.

Sanji was always happy, smiled often, and always did so with Zoro.He was unaware but in a small part of the depths of his heart something was beating, too bad it was too far away from him to be felt. He ran to the bathroom, afraid that the other might wake up and see his flushed face. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, his body was covered with red and purple marks, bite marks were everywhere, especially on his thighs. His nipples were swollen and red, and if he almost touched them they really hurt.

"That bastard of a marimo, not even the best concealer in the world can cover that up."

But then he thought again of his relaxed face, his body lying next to his, the breath in his ears and the warmth he radiated. 

It took little to calm him and make his cheeks blush. Then again, there was no need to cover up all those marks; Zoro was the only person to whom he had given his body, the only one who could touch him whenever and wherever he wanted.

There was something wrong with him, he wanted so badly to find his soulmate but being with Zoro was already so perfect, even though there were no feelings between them.

He rested his hands on the sink to bring his face closer to the mirror so that he could get a better look at the situation; his lips were tremendously swollen and red, at least as red as the dark circles under his eyes. His hair that had once been perfectly straightened and arranged was now a complete mess. At least his face could be fixed, he certainly didn't want to look that way, already observing Zoro had taken away crucial minutes to get ready, that was all that was missing; and it was only five in the morning.

He washed very quickly, even managed to get masks on and cover his dark circles with concealer.

Finally he was ready to cook his friends something delicious. He ran to the kitchen and grabbed his beloved recipe book that he would have loved to print someday.

"Cream puffs, surely the boys will love them, too bad Franky, Robin and Brook are not here."

Brook was a musician and although he was not very famous he still had to travel a lot to make his music known.