Primal Instinct (Zosan)

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Although, he was a bit puzzled by what both Robin and Nami had said. Why wouldn't Zoro be pleased? Perhaps he'd be a bit snappy at the fact that Sanji disappeared without saying anything to him beforehand, but only on the condition that Zoro woke up before Sanji managed to get up in the crow's nest again, and he highly doubted that would happen. It's not like he needed to be there all day long and attend to Zoro just like the first day, as he now had his full senses.

And what did Nami mean by giving him a push towards the right direction? It's not like they were in denial about their feelings for each other, as Sanji was literally helping Zoro to get through his mating season, so what was the catch?

Sanji brushed the thought aside, as it must have probably been an inside joke between Robin and Nami. He started humming as he continued cooking from where Nami and Robin had left off, losing himself into his beloved craft, only realizing now how much he had missed it as his hands flew gracefully over the kitchen counter.

When he was finished, he called the others in for lunch, and prepared a different plate for Zoro. He gave a brief greeting to the rest of the crew and then headed towards the crow's nest. As he climbed up and got through the hatch door, he found Zoro still sound asleep on the futon, and huffed.

"As if there was any chance this idiot would be awake," he mumbled under his breath and placed the plate on the bench. Then, he walked over to Zoro, and cursed as he tripped over a weight that stood in the middle of the floor. "What the fuck is this doing over here? Franky built a rack for a reason!" Sanji bent down and grabbed it with his one hand, but the weight refused to budge.

The hell?

He wrapped his other hand around it, too, and then tried to lift it off the ground, but it barely budged an inch. "How the fuck does he even lift these things? What is he, a monster?" he tried again, but got the same results, and his blood started boiling.

Sanji stretched his leg behind him and kicked it with all of his might, sending it crashing against Zoro's other weights in the corner. "Fucking finally!"

"Wha..."

"Well, well, well, look who decided to finally wake up!" Sanji turned towards Zoro, hands placed on his hips. "Did you enjoy your ten-hour nap, your highness?"

Zoro pushed off the floor and came up to a sitting position, dazingly blinking his eyes open, glancing around. "The fuck— what the hell did you do to my weights?!"

Sanji turned to the side and inspected his fingernails, "I have no idea what you're talking about— why are you accusing me anyways? It could have been anyone."

"You're the only one up here, dumbass!" Zoro exploded.

"Ah, well...oops?" Sanji held up his palms and shrugged his shoulders, a sheepish smile on his mouth.

"You—" Zoro stopped mid-sentence, and Sanji squirmed as the swordsman bored his eyes into him without saying a single word. Before he knew it, Sanji found himself hauled forward, as a hand fisted at his hair and yanked his head to the side, exposing his throat, lips grazing over his neck.

"Oi! What the fuck are you doing, asshole—"

"What the fuck did you do?" Zoro growled, "All of my scent is wiped clean from you and the only thing I can smell is Luffy and...that god damn fucking sea witch," Zoro spat, grip tightening. "You couldn't wait for one fucking week? You just had to throw yourself at her feet, didn't you?"

Sanji saw red, jaw clenching, "Be careful on how you address Nami-san, bastard! My sweet angel did nothing to deserve this slander of yours!"

Zoro's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes, and Sanji immediately felt the change in the atmosphere.