Revenge Doesn't Have to be Given Cold. Sometimes it's Quite Warm

Sanji sucked on his nicotine-filled stick of joy as he leaned against the ice-cold railing. He focussed on his cigarette instead of the bastard he hovered over. Eventually, he glanced down at the crop of moss and sighed. "Okay, what is your question, you big baby?"

"I wanted to know why you're so good at speaking Spanish," the first mate replied with interest.

"Span...ish? The hell are you talking about? I don't know a lick of it," Sanji answered, Zoro's eyebrows receding into his hairline apparently going unnoticed. Wow, what the hell did Sanji dream about to make him unaware that he knew a whole new language?

"Well, all random thoughts out of the way, come to bed."

"No."

"C'mon I'm sure it's already two hours after midnight."

"No."

"Are you tired?" Sanji annoyingly quipped.

"Yes."

"Then come to bed, idiot!"

"No."

"Why are you acting so damn stubborn?" Sanji spat, throwing the cigarette filter overboard. Zoro sat against the railing with closed eyes, listening to the cook's complaints. Sanji must really not want to sleep alone, considering his reaction when Zoro announced he'd be sleeping outside. Yes, the swordsman couldn't think of anything else other than camping on the deck, and he didn't think Sanji would try to convince him into bed so hard. Zoro already set the blankets and pillow by the mast, as it was a few hours after dinner. He was very sleepy, but the idea of sleeping out in the open for more than fifteen minutes didn't sound too promising.

"I'm not stubborn," Zoro defended.

"Then why won't you just come to bed, shitty mosshead?"

"I just wanna camp. I've...lost touch with...nature."

"I'm pretty sure sleeping outside, on a ship, in the middle of the fucking sea isn't going to help regain your touch. You suck at lying, so tell me your real reason. Do you...not like sharing?" Sanji guessed. Almost immediately, Zoro quickly sprung to his feet and gathered the blankets and pillow, wrapping them up in a bundle before grabbing the confused cook's wrist. Hell no, it was best to avoid that topic all together. The swordsman guided him to the men's quarters and, as Zoro expected, the huge gaping hole was boarded up like it was never there. Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper were snoozing loudly, each mumbling about things Zoro didn't try to decifer. Sanji took his own hand back once they entered. He couldn't figure out what the damn marimo's problem was suddenly, dragging him barbarically like that.

The swordsman plopped down on the mattress and absently got comfortable as Sanji watched him. After a moment of silent irritation of being stared at, Zoro growled lowly in a whisper while scooting over, "Are you gonna fucking sleep standing up like some damn flamingo?"

The cook rubbed vigorously at his eyes to snap himself out of whatever unknown trance he was entangled in. His suit jacket was casually removed, followed by his orange dress shirt and dress pants. He joined Zoro and pulled the blanket over their bodies, capturing Zoro's waist with one arm lovingly as he nuzzled the smooth back of the other. Of course, it started out like this every night; loving, gentle, and fucking organized. Somewhere along the hours of the night, during the shifting and sleeptalk, Sanji ended up in the opposite direction carelessly sprawled out. The first mate mentally prepared himself for this new night of violent foot battles.

Many minutes passed before Zoro noticed that Sanji hadn't began moving like a maniac or snoring. He kept perfectly still in case the blonde was on the verge of drifting off or not. Suddenly, Zoro felt extremely hot breath between his shoulder blades as Sanji's low voice spoke. "Oi, Zoro. I can't sleep. Are you awake?"

The overly loud snore he made was complete instinct on when he wanted someone to leave him alone while he napped outside. Zoro felt the chef sigh in disappointment as the arm around him tightened. He faintly wondered why Sanji couldn't sleep, but those sympathetic thoughts were soon cast aside by a clever idea, and a broad shit eating grin.

Zoro kept his eyes shut as he groaned, throwing a dead weighted arm over the blonde's face. Sanji winced and growled, but otherwise let the limb be. Next the swordsman turned over entirely, laying on top of the other and knocking the breath out of him. While Sanji gasped for air and attempted to roll him off, Zoro changed positions again without much thought. He was letting his body do what it felt right doing. Now, he was completely flat on his back directly across Sanji's stomach, his bottom half and top half limply hanging. Having about 150 pounds on only your stomach is bound to motivate you to claw your way from under.

"Fuck, Marimo, shit. Y-you're going on a diet," the blonde wheezed. Zoro mumbled something even he didn't understand as he moved towards Sanji's legs, turning the same way Sanji did when his toes wanted to pay a visit. He wrapped his arms around the blonde's weapons and squeezed them together tightly while nuzzling Sanji's knees. Zoro knew the cook was protective about his lower body, which was exactly why he lightly bit the side of his calf. Sanji jolted instantly while Zoro let a degrading "Yummy~" slip out for good measure.

It seems like Sanji was in his shoes now; the cook not wanting to interrupt his sleep and endure all the awkwardness and torture Zoro put him through. The swordsman forced his foot to brush across Sanji's nose roughly while twisting his upper body in a secretly painful way, but he played it off with another snore.

"OW! Just what the fuck are you dreaming about?" Sanji said mostly to himself. On cue, Zoro slipped his big toe into the other's ear, earning an irritated and quiet inward groan. He smirked lightly, deciding to make this moment goddamn hilarious than it already was. He raised Sanji's flexible leg with his head and settled under the back of his knee. The cook's shin rest on his far shoulder without any resistence whatsoever.

"Mm, Sanji," Zoro muttered, a huge grin of smug satisfaction glowing on his lips.

The cook replied half-heartedly, probably thinking the swordsman was sleeptalking, "Yeah?"

"Dance with me, Papi."

"...the hell?"

XVX

Luffy excitedly demanded his usual serving of sausage the next morning while Usopp and Franky had to defend their plates from grubby hands. Zoro was quite satisfied to see how his plan turned out, but so far Sanji had been avoiding all contact with him. The swordsman was starting to think Sanji was sick of him for some reason, and ignoring him was the best way to end it all. That thought made the warm fuzzy feeling inside his stomach ache if it was possible. Would the cook really stoop to that level? Zoro doubted it, but the fear didn't fade. He reassured himself that the blonde wasn't that inconsiderate countless times, but the ache only intensified.

As soon as breakfast was finished, Sanji gathered the plates crowding the table and set them in the sink. Zoro hadn't left his seat yet, and the cook didn't even glance at him. No insult, no nickname, no snide demands that he help wash. Nothing. Finally, the pressure and unbearable tension was too much for the first mate to take. He willed his voice to be steady as he spoke, "Cook...?"

Sanji didn't look back, "What."

"What's wrong?"

A deep and unpleasant sigh later, Sanji continued washing the dish in his hands. "I just...realized something stupid, is all."

"Stupid as in...?"

"As in something that shouldn't make me feel the way I've been feeling lately. The past few months, I've been having this...odd dream over and over again. And it's pretty clear that you know somewhat about it considering how bad you faked last night to probably get back at me. I just didn't know that I moved around like that and talked. You and I, were on a random island with decorations and music, dancing as the sun sets on the horizon, and the crew is having a blast somewhere in the distance, but in my head it's only us. I'm teaching you how to Salsa dance and we all...party for hours on end. Then we finally fall alseep together on the beach, having our privacy away from everyone and just sleep in each other's hold. When we dance in my dream, when we laugh and drink in reality, hell, even when we bitch and complain it makes me so happy that I can't explain it. It's like a...it's like a..."

Warm fuzzy feeling, Zoro thought with a smile.

"Exactly," the cook confirmed, telling the swordsman that he accidentally said that aloud, "And that feeling makes me all giddy and hopeful whenever we share one bed. It's almost as if apart of that dream...came true." Sanji chuckled with little humor contained in it, putting away the plate he's been washing for ages. "Listen to me, getting all sappy over a damn marimo. You must think I'm clingy. If you want to start sleeping alone again, I can-"

The galley door shut. Sanji glanced at the table to find an empty slid out chair.

The cook continued to wash dishes in silence, his mind free of thoughts. That warm fuzzy sensation he got whenever Zoro was around was completely gone. How could the bastard just leave when Sanji was telling him about his embarrassing dream? It's not like it was easy to say how happy the shit swordsman made him, especially with his stubborn pride. Fuck Zoro; if he wanted to be an insensitive jerk about it, Sanji'd let him.

As the last bowl was put away, the galley door opened and closed once more. Sanji didn't have to look back, he could hear the boots colliding with the floorboards. The steps neared closer, and the blonde felt a bit of anger seeped into his body. How could Zoro leave and just come back like nothing happened? Tanned arms wrapped around his neck from behind, and he stiffened slightly. He was definitely not in the mood to be touched. The swordsman must have noticed, considering the immediate "What's the matter?"

"You shitty bastard," the blonde growled, much to Zoro's surprise, "How could you just leave the room like that? I'm telling you all this personal shit, and you abruptly leave the room to-"

"Help your dream," the first mate finished, feeling smug at the other's sudden quietness.

"Wh-huh?"

"I told Nami that she didn't need to buy me another bed at the next island so we could keep sharing. Oh, I'm such a shitty bastard indee-Mmpf!" Sanji's soft lips pressed hard against his own, cutting him off rather rudely but it was welcomed with open arms.

That night, a certain blonde's rowdiness was gone, giving Zoro a perfect night of uninterrupted sleep. Turns out sleeping with Sanji isn't so bad when he has embraced the warm fuzzy feeling.