Welcome to the final chapter of the story :D

First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who read, reviewed, followed and favourited, but most of all I'd like the people who sent in prompts. Without you, this story wouldn't have existed.

I've tried my best to use every single one of the prompts, but some I haven't been able to put into the story.

This whole story has been a fun experiment, and I thank you all for particpating in one way or another.

Prompts used:

Kiz (Guest): I really would like to see how [Zoro] would react to […] flirting; I mean does he encounter that on a daily basis too during work? If he does, how does he deal with it?

ZorinDemontie: If Sanji actually sees him working, it stands to reason that he would also more than likely see somebody making a strong advance for the precious mossball?

Warning: this chapter has sexual content

A Night to Remember

Zoro crossed his arms before his chest as Sanji slowly turned around, looking like a kid who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He reached to his pocket, hesitating, no doubt contemplating taking out the fake beard he had been wearing during Zoro's performance. Why he had thought that he could fool anyone – his beard was white while his hair was still blond and he didn't have any wrinkles anyway – was beyond Zoro.

Tapping his foot impatiently, he tried to keep his face neutral as Sanji started to squirm and stammer excuses. Eventually, though, it wasn't as funny anymore, and he shot Sanji a deadpanned look.

Sanji immediately shut up and then sighed. "I just wanted to see you work, without you knowing I was there."

"And that fake beard was the best disguise you could come up with?"

Before Sanji could reply, though, someone tapped on Zoro's shoulder. "I'm here for a lap dance."

"I'll be with you in a minute," Zoro replied without taking his eyes of Sanji.

"Oh really?" the customer said indignantly. "It doesn't look like you're working now." He placed a hand on Zoro's ass.

Suddenly, Sanji snapped. "He said, in a minute!" he called and kicked the customer in the chest. Unfortunately, he put a little too much strength behind it, and the man was launched backwards, falling into a table.

There was a loud crash.

Zoro looked at Sanji, who looked guiltily at the customer who tried to scramble to his feet. The other costumers and strippers had stopped what they were doing, and they all looked at Zoro and Sanji.

Apparently, the crash had been so loud, even Shanks, the owner of the strip club, had heard it in his office, and he poked his head around the corner. Benn, the head of security, also made his way over.

"What the hell happened?" Shanks asked, though he seemed to understand the situation quite quickly, especially since Sanji had his leg still raised. "Is he one of mine?"

"He's not," Zoro hastily said.

"Oh, good. Well, for liability reasons." Shanks eyes Sanji up and down. "Would you want to work here, though? You'd fit right in."

"Shanks," Zoro growled dangerously. "He already has a job as a chef."

"Alright, alright." Shanks raised his one hand defensively and then turned to the customer, who had finally managed to scramble to his feet and was looking ready to murder Sanji. "Let's settle this like gentlemen, shall we? How about a drink and a lap dance on the house, eh?" He beckoned a shorthaired stripper who was covered in tattoos.

The customer growled something in Sanji's direction, but took Shanks' offer anyway.

"Oh, and you remember the policy, right?" Shanks called over his shoulder to Zoro as he led the man away.

"What policy?" Sanji asked confusedly.

Zoro smirked. "Shanks allows one free lap dance for a boy- or girlfriend per night, to prevent them from hogging us." He held out his hand.

"Really?" Sanji looked at Zoro's hand, but didn't take it. "So, you're not mad?"

"I'd preferred it if you didn't spy on me, but then again, you did a terrible job at it. Besides, it did look like you were enjoying the show." Zoro's smirk grew wider.

Sanji mirrored his expression. "I sure did."

"Then you're in for a treat."

Zoro led Sanji to a private room. In the middle, a chair was standing, and Zoro gestured Sanji to sit down on it.

When he did as he was told, Zoro leaned in and whispered, "It was pretty hot the way you kicked that guy. I'd love to find out how flexible you really are."

"Then you're in for a treat," Sanji echoed Zoro's own words with a smirk, but then he frowned. "I hope I didn't get you into trouble, though."

"Don't worry about it. Shanks is an expert in smoothing things over, and Law is more than adequate to make the guy forget all about it." Zoro straightened and turned on the music. "And now, I'm gonna give you the same treatment."

Sanji placed his ankle on his opposite knee and cocked his head, a small smile on his lips. "It's about damn time."

"Shut it, Cook."

Still, Zoro smirked as well. Sanji was right; this was long overdue.

In time with the music, he started dancing in front of Sanji, rolling his hips and showing off his body by slowly turning around. He didn't have to watch Sanji to know that he had his attention. His smirk still in place, Zoro turned until he was facing Sanji again, never stopping to dance.

Then, suddenly, he stepped forward, knocking Sanji's foot off his knee not too gently. Zoro then took another step, until Sanji's legs were between his own. There, he continued rolling his hips, his crotch close to Sanji's mouth, and he noticed that Sanji was chewing his lip, his eyes fixated on Zoro's groin.

Zoro pulled up the shirt that he had put on after his performance, and Sanji's eyes immediately flicked up to his abs, dancing mere inches away from his face.

Zoro took a step back and turned around, before moving back to the space he had previously occupied – in Sanji's face. He could almost feel Sanji's eyes glued to his ass. Zoro leaned back, looking over his shoulder.

He took Sanji's hands and placed them on his upper legs, earning a surprised gasp. Usually, he preferred if clients kept their hands to themselves, but Sanji was an obvious exception.

Sanji let his hands be moved up and down Zoro's legs for a moment, but he soon caught up again and started to let them wander Zoro's body on their own.

Zoro kept up his movements while Sanji's hands roamed his chest, his ass almost in Sanji's lap and only two or three frustrating layers of fabric away from the part he was most interested in.

Finally, he moved away from Sanji again, much to Sanji's chagrin. Zoro turned around again, sinking to one knee and pushing Sanji's legs apart. The bulge in Sanji's pants had grown quite a bit since the start of his show.

Zoro rolled his upper body, arching his back as with each movement he rose higher, until he was standing straight up again. He grabbed Sanji's hair, pulling his hair back so he was forced to look up.

Sanji's pupils were blown with lust, a look not unfamiliar to him, but with Sanji, he would gladly indulge.

He leaned in, and Sanji didn't give him the chance to pull back, even if he had wanted to. Sanji smashed their lips together, clutching to him like a drowning man to a life buoy.

At some point, the music had stopped, but neither of them had noticed.

"Fuck, that was hot," Sanji said panting when he finally let go. His lips were red and swollen. "What time do you get off?"

"I was hoping later tonight," Zoro said with an eyebrow waggle.

Somehow, Sanji managed to shoot him a glare, even in his aroused state. "Off work," he said.

"Usually, about four."

Sanji groaned. "I'm not sure if I can wait that long. I guess I'd better go home to get some sleep, though."

Zoro hummed. Sanji did look exhausted. No doubt he had worked all day like usual.

"Tomorrow I have the day off," Sanji said in a meaningful tone.

Zoro's eyebrows rose in interest.

"You're really good," Sanji concluded, pulling Zoro into another heated kiss. When he let go, he whispered in Zoro's ear, "Have fun tonight. But, you know, not too much…" As he left, he smacked Zoro's ass.

Sanji woke with a start. He had been woken by something, but he didn't know what.

With a groan, he pulled his alarm clock closer. Five o'clock. That was when he usually got up, so why didn't his alarm go off?

Right, it was his day off. So what had woken him?

His answer came soon enough when there was a loud banging on his front door. Hastily, he rolled out of bed and opened the locks.

His eyes widened when he saw Zoro standing. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"You said you had the day off."

"Yeah, but I meant for you to come by during the day," Sanji protested.

"It is day," Zoro growled.

Sanji smirked. "Impatient, are we?"

"I came straight from work."

"It's not an hour walk from there to here… Wait, don't tell me you got lost on your way home?" Sanji teased.

Zoro didn't allow him to make more fun of him, as he pulled Sanji into a kiss.

Sanji pulled him close as he led him to the bedroom – if he left it to Zoro, they would get lost in his own apartment.

They barely made it to the bed before Sanji's boxers were pulled off, and Zoro's coat and shirt were lost somewhere along the way as well.

"You sure your all healed down there?" Sanji panted as Zoro attacked his neck.

Zoro merely nodded, which Sanji felt rather than saw.

"Then show me." Sanji flipped them over so he was straddling Zoro and smirked at him. He opened Zoro's pants, taking out his erection. "Hmm, looks fine to me." He leaned down and licked the shaft.

Zoro groaned and bucked his hips.

Neither of them was in a state to drag this out, and Sanji decided there would be other opportunities to tease Zoro some more. He aligned their erections and started stroking them both, encouraged by Zoro's frantic hip movements.

It didn't take long for either of them to reach their climax. Sanji collapsed on top of Zoro before rolling off him.

Zoro pulled him into a kiss while he kicked off his pants, which they had never bothered to take off entirely.

"I'm glad you stopped by," Sanji said with a smirk. "And that you could find my house," he added in a teasing tone.

"Fuck you," Zoro spat.

Sanji yawned. "Perhaps in a few hours." He turned his back to Zoro, snuggling up against his chest and pulling his arm over him. "Night, Marimo."

"Night, Cook."

Zoro awoke from delicious smells hitting his nostrils. Light was already peeping through the curtains, and slowly, he opened his eyes.

Sanji was standing next to the bed, already fully dressed. In his hands, he was holding a tray filled with all kinds of food.

Zoro's stomach growled.

"I see I'm just in time," Sanji said with a smirk. He put down the tray on the bed and sat down on it. "Enjoy."

"I will." Zoro immediately started stuffing his face with pancakes, despite Sanji's disapproving face about his eating manners. "Oi, Cook," he continued after he had swallowed, "you'd better take those clothes off again."

"Oh really?" Sanji asked with a smirk.

Zoro grabbed his tie and pulled him close. But before their lips could touch, Sanji pushed away.

"Watch it, Marimo!" Just in time, he had grabbed the mug of piping hot tea that had been standing on the tray and had been sloshing dangerously. He smirked. "We wouldn't want any more accidents now, would we?"