Pairing: Sanji x Zoro

Warning: Yaoi- ish, sex, Namis bad habits!

Word Count: 872

„My drabbles are getting longer and longer… SIGH!

Betaed by Princess Darkcloud! YESSSSS!!!!"

Namis first time not using the chances of blackmail

As Nami awoke in her chair, the sun was still beating down on the Sunny. She sighed deeply. They'd been close to a summer island for about two or three days, but she'd already had enough. It was beyond warm, it was even beyond HOT!

It was as if the devil himself had decided to open the gates to hell right around their ship to burn everything and everyone outside on deck to tiny little pieces of charcoal. She raised her head and looked over at the deck where Luffy, Chopper and Usopp were lying in the sun, almost readily cooked. Robin was lying next to her in a chair, not really reading a book, more napping than anything else. Franky and Brook stood on the other side of the deck on the railing, maybe still discussing Brook's "wonderful" birthday present. Franky suddenly turned his head into her direction, smiling one of the dirtiest smiles she'd ever seen, waving his hand.

A sick shade of green suddenly crossed her face at the memory of Brook's birthday would even have made the Marimo jealous.

Deciding it would maybe be better to get more sun lotion on her skin—without anybody watching her—she stood up and walked into the depth of the ship. Maybe also a little cold shower would help her to finally cool down and wash the ugly thoughts out of her mind.

She stopped in front of the door to the bath. Weird noises were coming out of the closed room, she couldn't really hear what or who it actually was. She gave a start when she heard a low moan from the other side. Sanji-kun? What the hell was he doing in there…?

Oh no… Not THAT, PLEASE! She would never be able to take a bath again if she would know that he maybe was jerking himself off in the bathtub, surely thinking about her in her bikini she was just wearing…

Disgusted she turned around, seriously deciding to leave the ship of perverts at the next port as a low cry of pain let her turn around again. What the hell? Sanji-kun? That wasn't HIS voice, was it?

Curiousness getting the better of her she turned the doorknob ever so slowly. It wasn't locked so no one could blame her afterwards for her "accidental" glimpse…

As she peeked into the room, being as quiet as possible, she almost had a heart-attack, her face flushed in a deep shade of red.

There, on the floor, on a beach towel, were laying two naked figures, moaning and panting in pleasure…

As her brain finally switched back to life she took in the whole scene, her evil grin widening. She closed the door again as quiet as possible, ran to her room, snatched her camera and ran back as fast as she could to the bathroom.

As she opened the door the scene barely had shifted. She raised her camera and started to take photos which would earn her later a hell of a lot of belies!!! Just think about the options!!!

The cook was still lying between the swordsman's legs, thrusting into him slowly. As he shifted just the slightest, thrusting a little harder, a long, deep moan left the swordsman's mouth.

"There…?" the cook almost whispered.

The swordsman looked up to him and cracked an eye open, nodding.

The respond of the cook was a gentle, lovingly smile Nami had never seen on him…

She took the camera down and started to watch the scene in front of her more closely.

There was Sanji: in between Zoro's thighs, thrusting slowly, gently, into Zoro's ass, making the man moan and squirm in pleasure. Sanji had his hands beside Zoro's shoulders on the towel, never leaving his face with his eyes, also gasping and moaning quietly.

And then there was the ´demon Roronoa Zoro´, lying on the floor panting and writhing, completely vulnerable in the moment, leaving himself, his soul, his heart, in the hands of one of his greatest rivals, running his hands over the sides of the cook, caressing him gently…

Suddenly Sanji bent himself down, embracing the swordsman, kissing him passionately. A hard thrust of both of their hips made both men moan and break the kiss.

"Sanji…" Nami widened her eyes in surprise, she'd never heard the cook's real name come from the swordsman's mouth before.

"Faster, harder you bastard! Stop being a tease!"

The cook smirked and grabbed Zoro's left leg and placed it into the right crook of his arm, propping himself up onto his knees to get a better angle.

As he started his fast, hard pace Sanji moaned Zoro's name as Zoro's hand reached out for his left hand, to intertwine his with the swordsman's.

Nami still watched with widened eyes before she finally snapped out of her trance.

She closed the door quietly and walked away slowly.

In her room she opened the camera and pulled the film out of it, with this action, ruining it forever.

Nami was not an oaf.

Nami knew the difference between a release and real love.

And with real love even she would never blackmail anybody…