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After the travesty that was 'Fast Food', I decided to have a shot at a lemon. This is the second ever OP fic I've written, and the first lemon involving any of it's characters. And, obviously, it's a Zo/San...

I dunno how it'll turn out, but hopefully it doesn't suck too much. It would be *spectacular* if you could lemmie know what ya think ^^

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"Ahh...needed that..." Zoro groaned, leaning back in his seat and patting his full stomach in satisfaction. Sanji didn't look up from the glass he was cleaning dry as he walked over to gather Zoro's empty bowl, cigarette firmly in place between his teeth.

"You're welcome," he grunted noncommitally, dropping the bowl in the sink. Zoro glanced up at Sanji's back, eyeing him with a slight frown. His eyes slipped down to the black pants momentarily before he caught himself again and forced his gaze elsewhere.

Standing so suddenly his seat went flying, he cursed himself. That was happening way too much these days. He blamed it on the isolation of the sea; the fact that he went weeks, months without having a refreshing face to look at. That was it, Zoro declared mentally, faces. That was all that mattered.

Sanji glanced over his shoulder at Zoro's sudden destruction of the innocent chair and glared at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, working as much challenge as possible into his tone. Zoro's heart flickered for a second. Perhaps a quick fight might be a good idea; he'd woken up with extra energy to burn. Plus, he might be able to work in a subtle grope if one of them managed to deck the other.

Okay...that came out wrong...didn't it... Ahh hell, what was wrong with his mind?! Things were always so much simpler when he didn't think about them. But unfortunately, all he could to was let the fleeting thoughts pass through his head as he met Sanji's glare from across the galley.

Deciding that remaining nonchalant about everything was the best idea, he leaned back against the wall, folding his arms and staring back at the cook.

"Nothing," he answered, squinting his eyes a little to glare back and contracting his brow in his usual stance. Sanji whipped the dish cloth down on the edge of the sink and turned around to face Zoro fully, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Got a problem?" he asked, and Zoro's stomach flipped as he pushed himself from his leaning place, stalking over to the blonde idiot, kicking another chair out of the way.

"No, but are you gonna give me one?" he quipped back, coming to stop right in front of Sanji, glaring down slightly and he couldn't help but notice the way Sanji rolled the cigarette between his lips to the other corner of his mouth, chewing slightly out of frustration.

"I make you something to eat when you ask me to, even when it's not a fucking meal time, and you're still pissed off? Jeez...can ya say PMS?" he sneered, shoulders squaring minimally, but enough for Zoro to notice.

He held in his smirk at the tiny motion. He loved working Sanji up, always had. He loved the way Sanji's stupid eyebrow furrowed with it's hidden partner. The way his eyes steeled and his jaw set forward slightly, bracing itself for a possible punch. He loved the way the cook's body tensed ever so slightly, preparing him for his extensive range of kicks that he would most likely let out soon.

Sanji, apparently, wasn't happy with the silence coming from the swordsman, and started forwards with one small step, until they were almost touching, but not quite.

"I asked you if it was that time of the month," he growled, taking the cigarette from his lips and smashing it out in one of his thousand ashtrays littered around his kitchen. Zoro only shrugged, still eyeing Sanji dangerously.

"Wouldn't know. Why don't you tell me? Is Nami acting a tad more not interested in you, bitch boy?" he asked lowly, tilting his head forward a little to nudge warningly against Sanji's. Dark blue eyes widened a fraction at the name of his love.

"You leave her the hell outta whatever you're trying to start, asshole!" he threatened, voice raising with every syllable. Zoro's heart skipped again at the obvious reaction from the other. He saw a vein pulse in Sanji's temple, and a tongue flick out to wet dry lips in a subconcious motion.

"Just asking. Its not like she's gonna care anyway. Not if it's anything to do with you," he shrugged, heart beating faster in anticipation. Sanji growled somewhat and shoved Zoro away, throwing him back against the wall and stalking after him, pinning him there with both arms, and a leg trapped between Zoro's own.

"If you've got something to fuckin' say, say it, shithead," he said clearly, now completely fired up and ready to go.

Zoro didn't like this position. All back up against the wall by some psycho cook, swords just out of reach as they lay innocently on the table. It made him feel slightly chlostrophobic, and that just didn't serve well.

"Get the hell off me. Now," he warned, bringing both hands up to bunch in Sanji's stupid shirt, pressing them together in the most dangerous way possible. He considered for a second that their proximity would have excused the accidental bump of lips, and could have been passed off as the angry shakes working their magic. And he couldn't help but notice the pressing of crotches, and how strangely intoxicating the friction was when Sanji began kicking out, growling like an animal as he glared into Zoro's eyes.

Zoro winced visibly as one of Sanji's heels connected with his shin, and the sudden pain brought him back down to earth from the little Sanji cloud he'd been admiring just a moment ago.

"Oi! Watch it!" he yelled, right in Sanji's face. Sanji had the decency to look affronted at Zoro's ignorance of their current position, and how he had unconciously raised Sanji to rest lightly on his tip toes. No wonder he'd started lashing out.

"You're telling ME to watch it?!" he shouted back increduously. Zoro glared and threw the Sanji down and pushed back against the wall to press them both together again.

"It's sound advice, ero-cook," he said quietly, boring down on the blonde with dangerously illuminated eyes. Sanji smirked a little, pushing his chest back to fight against Zoro's, head tilted forwards so his one visible eye was almost covered in golden hair as well.

"Like I'll ever take advice from some muscle brained marimo..." he replied in almost the same tone, applying a little sing song quality, simply to taunt.

Zoro didn't care about the remark. He was too wrapped up in the fact that Sanji seemed to be pawing at his forearm. The tiny clawing sensation on his skin felt something akin to a kitten in gentleness. He considered yanking his arm away, cursing and glaring at the idiot cook. But that would show fear, and Roronoa Zoro never showed fear. Hell, like he ever even felt fear. The slight chlostrophobia was more of a discomfort, and was only triggered by his size anyway. Besides, it wasn't like he didn't appreciate the feeling. Sanji's nails were blunt and scratched dully on his muscles in a sort of comforting way, like a reassurance or something.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Sanji asked teasingly, apparently unaware of his hand's ministrations. Zoro's mind clicked slowly at the fact Sanji was still talking, and decided to rectify that pesky little habit.

One tanned hand flew up to pull the blonde head closer, the other arm throwing the skilled hand off it and wrapping around Sanji's back, ensuring minimal escape possibility. His mouth closed down on the cooks, tongue darting out to lick away the latest curse from sweet lips. He vaguely noted that Sanji's body had gone ridgid with shock, frozen against his own as he continued to kiss inanimate lips by himself. That, he decided, would not do.

He pulled back slowly, still keeping a firm hold on the cooks body, and stared directly, menacingly, into Sanji's eyes, showing that this was just another challenge. Nothing to be scared of, but nothing to back away from either.

He waited the few seconds it took for Sanji to realise what was happening, and almost fell over from the force of the sudden kiss. Sanji's hands found their way into green hair, tugging violently, eyes clamped shut tightly in concentration. Zoro almost smirked against Sanji's mouth. This guy was too easy, he thought. All Zoro ever had to do was throw a quetioning frown his way, and Sanji's head nearly blew off. It was almost as if he was constantly begging for a fight.

Growing impatient with the simple act of lips brushing and pressing, Zoro drew out his tongue again, licking a tantalising line along the inside of Sanji's top lip. He felt Sanji's chest rise against his own with a deep breath, and the heavy fall as he exhaled, a soft 'mmm' sound resounding as he licked back, sliding his own tongue along Zoro's. His eyes flew open as he suddenly found himself pushed back on the table, Zoro on top of him, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth, glaring into Sanji's eyes once more.

"Think you're gonna get the upper hand here?" Zoro growled, moving down to bite softly at the pale, flawless neck, free hand tugging at his blue shirt as the other pinned both of Sanji's own above his head. Sanji gasped but kicked out and wrapped his legs around Zoro's waist, pulling them both closer together.

"I'll always have the upper hand when it comes to sex, moron," he said dangerously, watching as Zoro finaly worked out the buttons and began tugging the shirt away from his torso, hand brushing down on the skin, sinking lower until it reached the line of his slacks, pausing before moving up again to stroke at the lithe muscle, hidden slightly by cream skin.

"You'll never get the better of me, asshole," Zoro warned in anger, frustrated at the fact Sanji was still talking, and that everytime he moved, Zoro spotted a subtle twitch in each stretch of flesh, enticing him to lick, nip and suck, and play. Sanji's stomach quivered with his soft laugh.

"Think so? Who's the one gettin' all worked up just now then?" he asked pointedly, arms flexing somewhat under Zoro's firm grasp, and legs contracting with a gentle squeeze around his middle. Zoro glanced up with a raised brow.

"I believe that'd be you," he replied, hand moving down to Sanji's firm crotch and giving a harsh squeeze, causing a chain reaction of events in Sanji's response, starting with the breathy whine, to his eyes rolling back, to his brow clenching and relaxing just as fast. Zoro only grinned and shook his head. "And here I thought you'd have a bit more reserve, but you're just a slut, ain't you?" he said softly, rubbing his groin against Sanji's in a gentle rhythm, never letting up on the exploration of his hips as his fingers traced the just visible bones, squeezing at the flesh. Sanji glanced down to his hips, watching Zoro's hand move silently across, then up to his face, wetting dry lips once more.

"Got something to say, asshole?" he questioned, glaring darkly as he could with a hot blush staining his cheeks at a rapid rate. Zoro only shook his head, watching as his hand slipped lower, caressing Sanji's groin once more.

"Just wish you'd shut up for once..." he grumbled impassively, tugging at the fly and slipping his hand inside Sanji's underwear to tug at the heated flesh gently. Sanji's breath hitched, and Zoro was suddenly very aware of how quiet their voices had become. If this was a normal fight, they'd be screaming at each other, so how come they weren't now? This was just another challenge, to see who backed out and ran away first. Completely normal, right?

"How about you try and make me instead of hangin' around, feelin' me up all day?" Sanji replied, his voice a little louder. Apparently he was thinking the same as Zoro was. Figures, Zoro thought, they did run on pretty much the same mind track most of the time. The main reason they fought was because they were so similar. Zoro glared at the comment, and sank his teeth into Sanji's throat, lapping at the quick-forming bruise. Sanji let out a strained cry, eyes squeezed shut, and panted when Zoro's hand moved faster. "P-pussy..." Sanji gasped, rolling his shoulders back, pushing his chest up, creating an arc forming off the table. Zoro blinked at him.

"Ain't none of that here. Unless you have one. Which I don't think you do..." he commented with a shrug, tugging harder on Sanji's erection for emphasis. Sanji glared up at him, one eye almost closed and teeth bared.

"You are one...that's why you ain't lettin' me up, right? You're afraid of what I'll do," he sneered, hips rolling involuntarily up into Zoro's hand. Normally, Zoro would take the snide remark, and give in, simply to prove who was the bigger man. Now though, he knew Sanji was only insulting him for his freedom, and like hell he was going to give the bastard cook what he wanted. He snickered a little, licking a hot trail up Sanji's neck, coming to nip gently at his earlobe.

"Sure I am. You're such a threat to me, y'know..." he whispered, breath hot on Sanji's sensitive ear. Sanji growled and twisted violently, trying to untangle himself from the body on top of him, but Zoro only laughed more. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be in control...but you don't always get what you want," he explained. Sanji, apparently, decided to give up his wasted efforts of struggling, and instead went for verbal attacks, which he was rather talented at, having grown up surrounded by pirates.

"So how long you been planning this? Don't think I ain't seen you, checking out my ass and shit. It's pathetic, y'know. I wonder how long you'll be jerkin' off about this later," he almost spat in anger, body grinding against Zoro's harshly of it's own accord. Zoro blinked a little, leaning down heavier on Sanji's slightly smaller body to feel more, still breathing directly into his ear. "How do I look, all wrapped up underneath ya? Better than whatever sick little fantasy you got in your head?"

"Shut up..." Zoro growled, tugging Sanji's slacks off fully, his heavy belt clattering to the wood floor. Sanji smirked, and turned his head to take the shell of Zoro's ear between his teeth as he continued.

"You sad little shithead...don't try to pretend that this ain't what you've been drooling over ever since you met me. And don't pretend this makes you more of a man. Just makes you even more pathetic..." he muttered, whrithing rhythmlessly against Zoro's panting body ferverously, catching a droplet of sweat as it rolled harmlessly off Zoro's neck to his tongue. Zoro growled, the words striking him somewhat. But hell if he ever took anything that damn stupid cook seriously.

"Yeah? Well, how much of a man do you feel knowing I'm about to fuck that stupid ass of yours?" he quipped back, leaving a trail of hot open kisses down from Sanji's ear to his chest, staring up into his eyes as he licked a wet line down to his stomach, dipping into his navel and tracing the fine line of soft golden hair leading downwards. Sanji's breathing quickened as he watched and he fought even more against Zoro's hand, trying to lean up and watch as Zoro took half of him into his mouth, sucking harshly, free hand tweaking Sanji's left nipple. The cook bit his lip to muffle his groans, thrashing his head from side to side, panting loudly and the occasional moan breaking free to acsend with the heat in the room.

Zoro had to smirk. The damn cook was trying not to enjoy himself, which made Zoro feel something close to powerful. Both knew he was doing something to the stupid guy which he was trying to deny. Letting Sanji's erection slide from his mouth with a soft sound, he slid back up to press his tongue against Sanji's already open mouth, letting him taste himself vaguely. He sucked slightly on Zoro's tongue before biting down on his bottom lip gently, gazing hazily into dark eyes through half lidded blue ones. Zoros hand slid up between them to push two fingers into Sanji's mouth, waiting for him to swipe them with his tongue and suck lightly to coat them in saliva.

He ripped the fingers from the hot mouth after a few minutes, the stimulation causing the heat to curl and lick at his groin. He lifted Sanji's leg to rest over his shoulder, and pressed the first finger to his tight entrance. Sanji froze for a moment, but after a patronising glance from Zoro he glared and spread his legs wider with ease. Ignoring how erotic the image was, Zoro continued on, pushing his finger inside, gently at first and then harder, causing Sanji to mewl slightly and raise one leg a little higher.

At the second finger Zoro hit something which made Sanji shoot up, hands still held up by Zoro, into a sitting position, staring madly down at Zoro's hand. Raising a green eyebrow, Zoro tickled at it again, making Sanji groan loudly, his back arching, head rolling back, eyes closed and mouth wide. Quickly deciding enough was enough, he tore his fingers from the inviting heat and brought his hand round to support Sanji at the small of his back, pressing in subconcious reassurance. Sanji finaly broke Zoro's hold on his wrists, kissing frantically at his panting mouth enough to distract, and threw both arms around his neck, pressing them closer than ever, trapping his desperate erection between them, clawing up Zoro's tanned back with fierce curses hissed into his ear, daring Zoro to go the distance.

Yanking both legs up over his shoulders to join the arms, Zoro found his way inside, and slammed in for the first time, hard. Sanji chocked on the latest hurried, meaningless insult and bit his lip, silencing the pain from reaching Zoro's ears.

"Ahh...God, I even hate you on the inside..." he growled, neither taking the other seriously in verbal taunts anymore. Sanji glared through wet eyes that were still to drop a proper tear.

"You're the one who wanted it so badly, asshole," he reminded him. Zoro paid the comment no heed and moved out slowly, watching Sanji's mouth stretch in a silent scream. He smirked a little and kissed him uselessly on the corner of his mouth. Sanji growled and scratched angrily at Zoro's shirt, wanting it off but being denied by his own legs.

"God damnit..." he half shouted in frustration. Zoro groaned at the desperation in the other's voice and lifted his legs to stick up in the air as Sanji's hands flew back to support himself on the table. From there Zoro removed his own shirt and pulled Sanji's legs back down, grasping his thighs tightly as he slammed in once more, body yearning for more friction and silently searching for the spot which made Sanji curse even more than usual. Then he found it.

"Jesus fucking God! Shit!" he moaned, head back again, arms wavering slightly behind him. He opened his eyes and stared down, watching Zoro move out and in, and his own arousal, practically begging to be touched.

Zoro panted, leaning forward to rest his head on Sanji's shoulder and stare down as one of Sanji's own hands slid down his body, teasing at a nipple briefly before grasping himself, working slowly in time with Zoro's paced, but hard thrusts. With each one Zoro let out a grunt, animalistic and primal. All he could focus on was the way his body seemed to be doing whatever it wanted. He cursed mentally. He normally had so much more control over himself...what was happening? It was Sanji's fault, he decided.

With yet another whined moan from the cook, he snapped his head up and kissed Sanji desperately, circling completion. From the way Sanji responded to the kiss, with as much passion as he could, Zoro figured he was about the same.

"Ahh...shit..." he panted as the kiss broke, Sanji's free arm wrapping around his shoulder again, the other still stroking himself, though faster now. Resolve snapping completely, he gripped Sanji's thighs so hard it created bruises, and rammed in, harder and faster than ever. No one had ever made Zoro lose complete control of himself, that he noted. What he didn't notice was the fact that one hand left Sanji's leg and joined the cooks own on his cock, stroking along with him, tugging gently and then harshly, just managing to catch Sanji's mouth in time to let out an almighty savage roar as he came deep inside, rocking back and forth throughout.

He barely registered Sanji coming too, a string of violent curses, swears and threats screamed out only to be swallowed up by Zoro's awaiting mouth.

With a giant heave of air, they parted, leaning against one another, breathing heavily and holding each other, sweating and tingling in the afterglow of particularly angry and passionate sex.

Zoro, surprisingly, was the first to talk. Mouth pressed against Sanji's glistening shoulder and still inside, too worn out and lazy to move.

"God, I hate you..." he sighed sleepily. He felt Sanji let out a lazy snort of laughter.

"Me too..." he replied quietly, the faint touch of affection completely missed by them both.

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...Sooo...yeah, there it is...

R,R + R anybody?

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