4.

It's just a typical

Hardcore

Casual Sex

We're single, but we're lovers

Crazy for each other

Sanji never thought the swordsman would taste sweet.

He'd been expecting many things, since he'd dwelled more than he'd like to admit, on the question in his fantasies of the last few months (years). He thought he'd taste like… blood, or steel or booze or – and as stupid as it sounds – onigiri. It wasn't actually any kind of flavour he knew – it was sweet but at the same time it was burning his tongue. The only way he could describe it was 'Zoro flavour'. Maybe this sounds stupid too, but he could forgive himself this once because his brains started dripping out of his ears the moment the green haired man's hand slid under the hem of his underwear to cup his ass and grind him hard on his leg.

The blonde moaned and his hands twitched on the wood at either side of Zoro's head. His nails dug into the board.

"Be good cook " Zoro chuckled in his ear. "Remember, no touching."

The bastard. Sanji could actually feel the grin in the other's voice. His cock was already sensitive from earlier ministrations and he expected to get this over soon but apparently the swordsman had other ideas. He was forbidden to do anything but take what was given, or he could have his fun on his own.

And that's certainly wasn't an option. The cook knew very well that at this rate one round wouldn't be nearly enough and he doubted he could jerk off on his own. If he could, he'd do that. He actually tried right after the battle by heading to the bathroom, but no matter what he tried or how filled his head was with images of Zoro, he had to give up. Ironically, he can't come without the green bastard's help.

He wanted to do things to Zoro too. He wanted to open his zipper and take him into his mouth, to feel his hardened length against his tongue, taste and tease him until his legs shook and breathing became heavy and panting.

This heat was unbearable.

"I have to say I'm impressed" Zoro whispered in his ear and effectively send a slight tremor through his muscles. "You look so needy. Your hair is a mess, clothes are crumbled and I don't think you could turn any redder than this." The swordsman smirked and continued before Sanji could muster a more pointed gaze. "But I'm willing to try." And he bit down on the cook's neck.

Sanji moaned and let his head drop back to give him more space to play while his hips jerked involuntary on Zoro's leg, aching for the pleasure. But the green haired man's hand was already there, on the side of his left hip, controlling the movements and his thumb caressing the sensitive skin just beside the bone. In the meantime, the other slid under his shirt, fingertips slowly finding their way up his back to the short hair on the back of his head. His own hands were shaking against the walls.

Zoro licked and kissed the abused skin and buried his nose in the crook of the blonde's neck. He smelled the usual, smoke and sweat and seafood, but there was also another overpowering, heavy scent – the scent of lust. He knew by experience the cook's body was usually cold. He'd plenty of opportunity to feel it during their fights, or doing the dishes together. He could recall the goosebumps his touches caused on his skin on that one drunken night.

"You're so warm" he whispered and tightened his arm around the cook.

Of course he was warm, thought the blonde, since he was fucking dying here. Sure the swordsman was a sadistic tease taking his time. Not to rush, but it wasn't him who was hit by a fucking ero-beam which send all thoughts to his leaking cock.

"Zoro" he panted next to the swordsman ear "fucking fuck me right now or I swear…"

"Or you'll do what?" the swordsman grinned as the cook gasped when he slid his hand on his hips under his underwear with one quick movement, and pressed a finger just next to his hole. "Attack me? I doubt you can fight me right now…"

Very well, his erection was getting quite painful now, not that he'd give the other the satisfaction of admitting it.

"Ugh… go fuck yourself shithead." But his hands clenched at the short hair at the back of Zoro's head and rocked himself harder on his thigh.

"I would" the swordsman whispered, merely inches from his lips, and the blond shifted his gaze to look at his piercing dark eye "fuck you instead, if you're still interested." He grinned and caught the blonde's lips with his teeth, kissing and biting as he pressed a knuckle into him. Sanji moaned into his mouth and Zoro grinned at the edges.

"Hope you have lubricant here cook."

~~o~~

Technically speaking, it wasn't the heat that was the problem. The heaters were functioning properly, and the blankets were thick and soft enough to keep the freezing winter outside of the house.

I was …a different kind of warmth was missing.

Encountering a winter island, the Straw Hats acted on a tradition in the boys' quarters. It started as an accident, when once they'd all stayed up nearly all night drinking and playing cards around the new kotetsu – requested by Zoro - until everyone passed out where they were, on the floor, succumbing to the warmth. It was a little crowded, but they managed somehow.

Somewhere around dawn his inner clock woke Sanji up. He hadn't needed an alarm for years to wake up in time to prepare breakfast.

He shifted groggily and tried to get up but something heavy was holding him down. The cook frowned and shuffled around a little more until he heard a grunt coming from the darkness and the weight increased, pinning him down to the floor and against… something. The blond's eyes widened and he shifted his hand to the thing around his torso. It was smooth and warmth to the touch. He could feel veins under his fingertips and as he moved further, he found a hand and long, thick fingers clenching to his shirt. He turned his head a little to peer behind him.

He was right. It was… Zoro's arm. The stupid swordsman probably hugged him in his sleep and was now using him as his personal teddy. So the thing he was currently pressed against could be nothing else than the marimo's chest.
His first reaction was to panic and flee but… it was really warm. And comfortable. And felt a tiny bit safer and more comforting than it was supposed to be.

The cook felt his heart rate slow down again and his eyelids slid shut. Maybe the marimo will move in his sleep, or they could play it off in the morning. Until then Sanji could allow himself to enjoy the strange calmness in the man's embrace and he let it drift him back to sleep, hoping his nakama will forgive him if breakfast will be a little late.

Strangely, from that night on, breakfast was always late when they encountered a winter island.

~o~

Sanji felt his toes curl inside his shoes. Zoro played with him a little more, angling his finger inside before withdrawing.

"Uh.. On the left shelf… the olive oil…"

"Then what are you waiting for?" The swordsman whispered. "Go get it."

The cook grunted and turned, quickly grabbing the handle and opening a door, hand rummaging through the items. He was startled when two hands slammed on the surface of the kitchen counter on either side, effectively pinning him against it. Sanji's breath hitched as Zoro's hot breath cascaded against his ear.

"I hope you've found it." The swordsman whispered, pressing his body further against Sanji's so the blond could definitely feel his hard erection rubbing against his ass. He rolled his hips back, smirking when a muffled grunt escaped Zoro's lips. "Do you ever plan to take those damn pants off?" he asked cockily and slammed the dark green bottle on the surface next to the swordsman's hand. The large hands just flew to his zip and Sanji's pants were around his ankles in no time. The blonde waited for the sound of the other's zip but when it didn't come, he glanced back irritated only to see a very preoccupied swordsman openly staring at his ass and legs.

"Fucking drool on them later you asshat" he snapped, one hand leaving the counter to palm the green haired man's crotch.

Zoro sucked in a breath and Sanji chuckled.

"Motherfucker" Zoro hissed out and batted his hand away, however good it felt. The swordsman would be lying if he'd say he'd never been thinking about what those long and skilled fingers were capable of outside of cooking. However this was a different situation right now. With the bottle in one hand, Zoro pulled the underwear down. Lifting the blue shirt a little, he kissed a quick path down Sanji's spine.

"Spread your legs a little." The cook did and Zoro opened the bottle, pouring a generous amount of the greenish oil on his fingers. He watched it and chuckled.

"What" Sanji asked, impatience in his voice and maybe… a hint of vulnerability.

"Nothing" said the green haired man and rose to the cook's ear. "I just never thought fucking you would include any kitchen ingredients. But now that I think about it… it's kind of hot." Zoro whispered and pushed in one finger. The cook shuddered and gasped. Well, he'd be lying if he said the same. The kitchen was his territory so it was only natural to know every possible – and extremely possible - way to use the things inside it. He'd a wide range of fantasies about them, thank you very much.

"Kinky cook" the swordsman chuckled as if reading his mind – which the cook had a reasonable suspicion he just did – and bit his earlobe, slipping another finger in.

Okay it was different now, maybe a little painful, but nothing Sanji couldn't take. His cock twitched, begging for release.

"Fucking speed up shitty swordsman, I can take a lot more" the blond hissed.

"Oh you can? So you're already used to this?" but he obeyed, putting in a third finger and started scissoring them. He could feel the cook's legs trembling – those strong legs going weak, damn – and licked his neck while the other hand went to play with his nipples. "That's interesting information. What happened to you, you womanizing freak?"

Sanji was beyond answering at this point. Zoro's fingers curled inside him, stimulating his already sensitive parts. When they suddenly withdrew they left a strange empty feeling inside the cook.

The swordsman slicked up his member and then positioned himself against Sanji's entrance.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

Zoro pushed in, slowly, listening to any sound of discomfort. The blonde grunted and tensed around him. His hands seemed to be trembling on the counter.

"Ya' alright Cook?" he asked, drawing small circles on either side on Sanji's hips with his thumb.

"Yea… I'm fuckin alright just… get on with it already."

The swordsman raised an eyebrow at this, yet continued to push in, until he was fully inside Sanji. He wanted to give some time to the cook's body to adjust and looked down. There was something entirely hot seeing himself inside, and so deep into the blond. Even now, he wanted to grab and squeeze that ass, hard. He couldn't be blamed though, the stupid blondie had an awesome ass, no matter what he was wearing.

"I'm going to move" he whispered to Sanji's shoulder and the cook nodded.

Zoro rolled his hips, quickly building on a steady rhythm.

Sanji shut his eyes and bit on his lips to prevent a moan from escaping. The swordsman felt so big he could barely take it. The situation was already embarrassing enough without him yelling „harder" and „faster". Like a cat in heat, which he already was, and not like the mosshead didn't know that already, but still. Pride was pride.

It wasn't helping that Zoro's body was different than he remembered, not like he should have expected it to stay the same after two years of training separately. He knew he himself had changed too, but damn Zoro felt bigger and when he first saw those sculpted arms and chest at their reunion on Sabaody, the first rush he couldn't prevent was jealousy and a wave of lust, which he immediately stomped to the ground with imaginary shoes.

He'd cursed himself for wanting those arms embrace him and bit harder on his lip, 'til he tasted copper in his mouth.

As if reading his mind, the swordsman's left hand left his hips and trailed upwards, making the muscles in his stomach jump.

"What is it Cook, you didn't use to be this quiet." It was true. If anything, subtle wasn't in his vocabulary when it came to sex.

Then the swordsman's hand reached his nipples, but instead of harassing them as he was expecting, the marimo hooked it around his chest and drew him closer. He changed the pace, thrusting up harder and faster, fucking the blond roughly against the counter. The cook cried out in surprise when the new waves of pleasure set his nerves on fire but his breath hitched in his throat when the swordsman's teeth sank into the flesh between his shoulder and neck.

"Damn I want to see your face" Zoro murmured into the soft skin and Sanji lost it. He let out a harsh breath and reaching back he grabbed at the green hair, yanking the swordsman's face to his and crushed their mouths together.

He smelled like sweat and heat and musk. Sanji rolled back hard as Zoro thrust his hips up, going in deeper. The cook moaned and his hand slid down on the tanned neck, letting his head drop on the swordsman's shoulder. Still standing, they moved together, breathing in each other's breath as sweat pooled between their bodies.

"Zo-Zoro… haaah… deeper… I want to…"

The swordsman grunted and obeyed, fucking him harsher. He'd gladly do anything to bring that sound out of the cook again. His other hand let go of Sanji's hips too, and wrapped around his cock. It was already bright pink and slick with precum. He pressed a thumb on the top and felt the cook's nails dig into the back of his neck and a jolt running through his body. Zoro licked his lips and watched as his hands moved up and down, quickly jerking Sanji off. The blond man started panting and the green haired man knew he was getting closer.

"Hhhhh… You're sexy as hell." He breathed, placing a kiss behind the cook's ear. "You look so delicious I fucking want to suck you off right now."

And that was enough. Sanji's body went rigid for a moment as he came with a cry, his left hand grabbing the edge of the counter so hard it turned his knuckles white. It didn't take long for the swordsman either as the cook squeezed around him and with a few hard, disoriented thrusts he came too, and leaned against the other man's back. They stayed like that, panting for a while before Zoro slid out and went down on the floor behind the blonde. Sanji looked back over his shoulder, considering, then sat down too, right next to the swordsman. The sweat was rapidly cooling on their skin but the marimo's body still radiated heat. Sanji wanted more of it, his high mind not registering how sentimental it might have sounded.

But what now? Everything stilled for a while and nervousness hit Sanji's stomach like a bullet. It seemed the silence was stretching in the air and he'd no idea how to get rid of his jumping nerves.

Nicotine.

It was a good idea, and he grabbed on it like a last straw. The cook rummaged down his discarded pants and – halleluiah it's fucking Christmas!

He flicked the lighter alive and inhaled the smoke with a pleased hum.

"You're so typical" he heard the swordsman chuckling. Sanji turned his head to look at him. The green haired man's eyelids slid shut and a faint pleased smile was playing on his lips. He watched him as the last rays of the afternoon sun came in through the porthole and played on his jaw, glistening on the sweaty skin of his neck when he turned his head slightly towards the light. The sight made something stir in the blond's stomach and he took the opportunity to stare, now that the swordsman couldn't see him. Now that the usual scowl was gone, he seemed younger than he usually did. The green locks were longer and messed up from his grasp, some of them falling onto his broad forehead, creating small shadows around his eyes. His lips were still a little red and swollen, the edges slightly tilted upwards as he enjoyed the afternoon sun.

The cook followed the line of his arms, from the broad, powerful shoulders down to the upper arm and biceps. His lower arm was covered with light hair, shining golden from the sunlight, standing out on the tan skin. It shouldn't be surprising knowing he spent almost all of his time outside, training, very shirtless and always oblivious of wandering blue eyes.

He looked so peaceful now, lounging like a fuckin' big cat, arm on his lap and legs. He hadn't even bothered to put his cock back, for fuck's sake.

Well, Sanji thought, finishing the cigarette, not like he needs to. Did he close the galley door after himself? He really hoped he did.

"Pervert."

Sanji snapped his gaze back to see that the swordsman's eyes opened in the meantime and was looking at him with a wide shit-eating grin. It said that he knew perfectly well what was going on in the blond's head.

Sanji felt himself blush. It didn't make it any easier that they just had sex and the green haired bastard found him already ogling his body again.

"Fuck off you shithead!" he blurted out without thinking. "You have no right to say anything! What the heck was that dirty talk anyway? Who the hell are you, you emotionally deprived stone-brain marimo piss!"

But Zoro's grin only grew wider. This was amusing. Black trousers discarded, his crumpled, half-torn shirt barely hiding his awaking arousal. Blond hair a mess and he was red from mid-chest to the top of his head, but he was barking stupid insults at him nonetheless.

He rose, and slowly climbed over him. The cook's back connected to the drawer door with a dull thump! He kept his eye locked onto the cook's visible blue one, watching it widening as he moved closer and positioned himself between his legs.

"What-" started the cook but the swordsman kissed the question off his lips. His left hand came up to cup the cook's cheek, tilting his head a little. The blonde let out a sigh, leaning in the warm skin, but a moment later it was gone, only fingertips lingered on his skin. He opened his eyes but Zoro wasn't looking at him – his eye was fixated on his hand on the cook's cheek. He glanced to the side too, feeling as a thumb gently caressing his skin. Then the swordsman moved his hand lower – small caress on his neck and collarbone. The cook was surprised when the green haired man leaned in, and followed the line with his lips. The gesture itself was too gentle and foreign coming from the man he usually tried to kick the shit out off.

Zoro was breathing slow and deep, his hot breath cascading down his body as he followed the line. He laid kisses on his shoulder. Down his chest and stomach, the sensitive skin next to his hipbones. He left small fluttering kisses on the inside of his thigh and Sanji felt his nose brush against it when he spoke.

"Can I taste you?"

Sanji was shaking. This was so far from the rough and dirty sex they just had, and if he looked a little harder he maybe could detect some uncertainty on the swordsman's face. He gulped and nodded.

This was something he never really had the chance to experience before. And the thought of those lips wrapped around him did wonders to his hardening erection.

Zoro however took his time to get to the point. He kissed his way up the cook's thigh, slowly moving his hands up his legs, drawing out small whines from the blonde. Even if he used them mostly to fight, his feet were just as sensitive to sexual stimulation as his hands.

He shuddered, a small tingling starting in his fingers. He clenched his fists to soften the ticklish feeling in his palms but it was not much use. He wanted to touch, grab at something and at the speed the mosshead was moving he might as well, could give him a small guide.

He buried his fingers into the green mop and tried not to apply as much pressure as his nerves were screaming for. He heard a low, amused chuckle from the other man and opened his mouth to snap at him – though what he was intending to say, even he wasn't very sure – but it was cut short when a swordsman placed a quick kiss on the underside of his member. Even he had to admit the sound that came out of his mouth wasn't the manliest he had ever made. And damn if he wasn't feeling the evil mosshead grin spreading right over the vein in his cock.

"Fuck you" he panted out, yanking on a handful of Zoro's hair.

"Not right now" the swordsman grinned, and locking his dark gaze on Sanji's blue eyes, he licked one long trail, from base to top. The blond's breath hitched and Zoro took advantage of his surprise by wrapping his mouth around his length and taking him in as deep as he could.

And damn it. Even if Zoro was sure it wasn't as great as he wanted it to be, it was enough to make the cook's toes curl and snap his legs to his sides. He considered it as a small victory and sucked him of, hard, his cheeks hollowing. He felt the squeeze around his sides but it was more of reflex than the cook trying to hurt him. He knew the power in those legs after all and… well, he was already forming ideas about how to use that power in a whole different fight than they did before. Anyway, he'll store those thoughts for a later time, and focus on making the cook fall apart as much as possible.

Sanji's nails scraped his scalp helplessly as he tried to grab onto something for support, but there was nowhere to hide from the swordsman's flicking tongue. His nerves were tingling with electricity as if they were ablaze. Either it wasn't the mosshead's first time doing this or… well from a man who could speak with a sword in his mouth it was expected to have such a talented tongue.

The blonde whined at the barest scrap of teeth and the cold air hitting his skin. Sanji opened his eyes and scowled down, panting, to see the swordsman grinning up at him nuzzling his face to his wet erection.

The view was so strange, and obscene and… damn.

His cock twitched and the swordsman held up his index finger. He dragged it down his length, pulling on the tight skin, and pressed it lightly at his balls.

Sanji whined at the tease. He wanted that tight warmth back on himself, wanted to lose himself in it again.

So it was only natural from the bastard to do the exact opposite.

The green haired man lowered his head to lick and suck his balls. His fingers wandered over the cook's entrance, finding his own come dripping out. Smearing it on his fingertips, he pressed and massaged the tight ring of muscle, making the cook tremble and pant harsher.

Sanji squeezed his eyes shut. His whole body felt hot now, and he didn't know which he wanted more – Zoro's lips back or those fingers inside him.

Both would be preferable though.

He completely forgot about the man's other hand until he pressed a finger to the head of his leaking member while the others were still working lower. The cook whined as the callouses irritated the flushed skin and played with the slit, smearing precum.

"Zoro… for fuck's sake…"

The green haired man looked up, mischief in his eye. The cook swore he was an even bigger, kinkier pervert than he was, the sneaky bastard.

"You what shitty cook?"

Sanji bit on his bottom lip and pressed them together, preventing to spill the words which were building on his tongue.

"You wanna come don't you?" he grinned, tilting the blonde's hardness and placing a kiss on the underside. The cook let out a deep, guttural groan – that shithead just slid a knuckle inside him!

He began to move it in and out, pressing lazy kisses on his shaft - the length, the head, over the bulging vein, everywhere – and hooked it over so slightly, close but never near enough to touch his prostate.

"Zoro – " he panted, eyes rolling back to his skull. "Fucking suck me off…!"

And to his utter surprise the swordsman obliged. He took him in without warning, with one swift movement. The green haired bastard took him in so deep he could feel the back of his throat.

In that exact moment, the swordsman crooked his finger just right, and Sanji cried out from the bottom of his lungs. There was no way the others couldn't hear him, but that was beyond his recognition and for now, held no importance.

The swordsman added another finger, gently stroking over his sweet spot and pushed down again. His other hand was caressing his thigh, then slid up to cup his balls, rolling them on his fingers.

Sanji's muscles were trembling in his stomach. He tried not to thrust up into that tight wet heat, tried not to roll his hips further on Zoro's fingers, but controlling his voice and all of that shit was getting the better on him.

The swordsman let out an amused hum and the cook could feel it vibrate through him and that was almost enough to push him over the edge. His body was practically screaming, and for a moment everything became to focussed – the wet hair clinging to his sweaty forehead, the muscles in his face and jaw forming his mouth to silently scream, his grasping fingers in the soft green hair, the tensing muscles in his legs right next to the man's sides, and the tight heat which squeezed around him as Zoro sucked him harder than ever before. The swordsman twisted his fingers inside him turning Sanji's vision white. He came with a shuddering scream, holding the swordsman's head close and curling around him.

The cook panted and unclenched his fists, allowing Zoro to raise his head. The swordsman's face was flushed too, his lips swollen as he licked the last of his come off the edge of his mouth. The cook's exhausted brain took a moment to realize that the man had swallowed it all.

"You… swallowed."

"Well I didn't have much choice since you were choking me with your dick."

Sanji's face reddened. Not only because of embarrassment but well… because it was true.

"Shut your shitty mouth you asshole!" He yelled and swatted Zoro's head with the palm of his hand.

"You know I wouldn't speak about assholes in your place" he said and slowly removed his fingers from the blonde, making sure he felt it well enough.

Sanji hissed and kicked Zoro on the side and the marimo fell over, laughing.

~o~

"So, this will be all Robin" said the little reindeer scribbling down something on the paper in front of him. The dark haired woman smiled and took the tablets from the edge of the desk.

"Thank you, Doctor-san" she smiled "I don't think I need any further explanation how they work."

She smiled watching Chopper trembling as the little doctor tried to resist the happy dance after the compliment.

"Don't call me doctor you shithead it doesn't make me happy at all" he muttered and bowed his head, but Robin could see the bright blush colouring his cheek under the brim of his hat. "But I was sure you don't, Franky couldn't be your first lover after all" he continued in even lower voice.

The archaeologist blinked, then his smile widened. Could it be the little doctor just complimented her? It was really cute. Maybe he intended it as a comeback after her calling him a doctor.

Robin was rising from the chair when there was a knock on the door.

"Can we come in?"

"Yeah Sanji, we already finished. Come in I'll be back in a minute!" Chopper hopped out of his chair and went to the bathroom to get prepared for the new patient.

The door opened and the blond came in, with the swordsman on his toes. Sanji's face lit up when he noticed the archaeologist. He held the door and looked back over his shoulder.

"Move out of the way shithead, Robin-chan can't get through because of your thick Neanderthal skull."

"I thought you liked my head" said the swordsman in nonchalant tone but moved out of the way, letting Robin pass. The archaeologist looked at them – she only needed one glance at the stupidly grinning swordsman and the rapidly reddening cook. Her smile promised fun times and torture, but she kept the knowledge to herself, for now. She closed the door with a soft click after leaving.

The bathroom door opened and Chopper came into the room, drying his hooves with a white towel. "Sorry that I couldn't check on you earlier, we all have been affected by the beam too. I still need a break sometimes." Sanji noticed the faint redness in his eyes. "But I'll do anything to help you get through this. It's good that you came too Zoro, I want to check everybody, just to be sure that everything is alright."

The swordsman grumbled and leaned back on the doorway.

"So" continued the little reindeer as he climbed back onto his chair. "It seems like it'll take a short period of time to get rid of the effects of the beam completely, so what's your-" the little doctor stopped in the middle of his sentence and looked at Sanji. His eyes seemed to wide a little and his arms froze in the air with the stethoscope halfway around his head.

The cook waited and held his head a bit to the side.

"Chopper? Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah everything is fine. Just give me a moment." He rummaged through his drawer and placed a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube in front of the blonde. "That's all, you can go now, unless if you have further questions…"

Sanji stared at the object in front of him and felt the icy dread forming in his stomach.

"Ch-Chopper what…?"

Chopper lowered his voice but didn't turn away. He was a doctor after all, even if the situation was… well… touchy.

"You smell like sweat. And Zoro."

"W-we…" Sanji stuttered, feeling his blood heading to his cheeks again "…we were fighting and…"

"You smell like Zoro in a very specific way."

"But we—we don't" he gestured vividly between Zoro and himself, unable to stop glaring at the items on the edge of the table. "We haven't… I grabbed him and threw him over the kit-"

"Sanji you smell like sex" the little reindeer cut in in using his no nonsense voice. "And come. And…" he took a tentative snip before the cook could flinch away "…desire. You reek of it even now." He turned his head to the swordsman's direction. "And he's just the same. I can smell you all over him."

The green haired man step closer and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Cook don't make this harder for the kid than it already is." He turned to Chopper since the blond was seemingly beyond answering. He looked like his mind just… shut down. He grabbed the packet and shoved it in his pocket. "How much time will it take to get rid of… this" he asked gesturing to the cook.

"I'm… not sure. A couple of days. Weeks maybe. I think it depends of the strength of the emotions the one who was supressing it. And he got hit with the full force of the beam… a couple of days at least. Maybe a week or two." he glanced at the cook, but Sanji was still non-responsive.

"Oh come on Sanji it's not a big deal" the doctor patted his arm, using a more cheerful tone to try to lighten his mood. "It's not like I couldn't smell it before!"

This finally seemed to work. The cook's eyes snapped up in an instant.

"What?!"

"Well, you know…" the little reindeer trailed off, scratching his chin "…years ago, the next morning after Luffy's birthday party…"

"No way."

"I wasn't… I was sure, my nose was full of the smell of alcohol after Usopp splashed a glassful on me at some point but… I've learned so much in the past two years… and now that you again…" he gestured wildly to the cook and dropped his hands. "So yeah, I'm sure now."

The silence was hanging heavily over their heads again. Zoro sighed and stepped closer.

"Come on cook, it's almost dinnertime. Better go before Luffy robs the kitchen." He hooked a hand under the cook's arm and made him stand, turning both of them towards the door. He reached out, but before opening it, he looked back over his shoulder.

"Chopper… can I ask you not to-"

"Medical confidentiality" said the doctor, like it was supposed to mean something to Zoro, but the swordsman nodded and turned anyway. They can trust the kid to keep their secret. So, with one hand clasping the cook's arm, they stepped out onto the deck.

TBC

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