They reached an island not too long afterwards and made plans to go out and restock all the supplies, plus just chillax for a while. I can't believe I just said that. o.O

Sanji found Zoro in the men's bunk wearing something he didn't know Zoro owned: a black silk collared shirt. The blonde stared for a moment before he finally remembered how to breathe.

"You alive?" Zoro smirked. He strode over to Sanji and pulled him into a kiss. "So where do you want to go?" he whispered, nipping playfully at the blonde's ear. A grin crossed Sanji's lips.

"I have it on good authority that the ship will be empty for at least a few hours," he said with a lick at Zoro's earrings. "So unless you were planning to go somewhere specific, we could just stay here."

"... on good authority?" Zoro said skeptically.

Sanji chuckled at his confusion. It really was kind of... cute. "Vivi told me she and Nami will keep the others busy so we don't need to worry about getting interrupted."

"Doing what?" Zoro asked with an amused smirk. Sanji blushed lightly and nuzzled into Zoro's neck. "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing," Sanji whispered truthfully. "I'd be as embarrassed if someone walked in on us kissing as I would be if someone walked in on us about to--" His cheek grew hot against Zoro's neck. "Not that I'm saying I'm expecting that to happen..."

Zoro smiled. "I'm just teasing you, sweetheart. You know I am."

"Oh, you!" Sanji pushed him playfully. Zoro shoved back. Fun ensued. The swordsman pounced on Sanji, teeth bared in an animal-like grin. Sanji laughed jubilantly and wrestled to gain dominance but kind of failed. Eventually the play-fighting died down and they were left on the floor, holding each other, laughing, trying to breathe, kissing at random intervals. Their eyes met and they calmed down, Sanji snuggling into Zoro's warmth.

"Is it just me, or is it, uh... really hot in here?" Sanji said, tugging awkwardly at his buttons.

"Here..." Zoro carefully slipped the buttons from their holes. Sanji could tell it took every shred of patience for Zoro to do this, that he'd rather rip the shirt off and be done with it. But the fact that Zoro was persevering for him made him just melt. As Sanji sat up and let his shirt fall to the floor, Zoro blushed something fierce.

"... What?" Sanji asked, cheeks going a little pink as well.

Zoro remembered he had to breathe. "I... I just... I've never seen you without a shirt before..."

Sanji chuckled sheepishly. "First time for everything, ne?" He took hold of the hem of Zoro's shirt and pulled it up over his head, and Zoro held him close, kissing his pale pink lips, feeling this strange new sensation of bare skin to bare skin. The chef moaned softly in pleasure and let himself be dominated, enjoying the harmonious balance of tenderness and force that was Zoro's affection. He melted into a state of bliss not unlike a dream, just feeling the connection, the sweet movement of Zoro's lips, the warmth radiating from his skin. Every cell in Sanji's body was acutely aware of every sensation. It was oddly familiar. Oh yeah... the time that one shitheaded waiter tripped me out of my mind... ah fuck, that acid was powerful shit... Every breath had a different feeling, every touch had a smell, every taste was infinitely multi-faceted, and every sound was like the sweetest symphony. Sanji tore himself away to whisper, "do you... feel that?"

Zoro paused for a moment. He buried his face in Sanji's hair and smelled a lingering essence of nicotine, vaguely of mint, and something of a fruity nature. It felt like it flowed in through his lungs to his heart, tickled his senses, filled his consciousness and soothed him so completely... Sanji breathed, sending soft warmth across the skin it caressed. "Yeah," the swordsman murmured as he moved to kiss the sweet blonde again. "I feel it." He took Sanji's hands and pulled him to his feet, where they stood kissing for another moment.

"I love you."

The words wrapped Sanji in comfort as Zoro's arms wrapped snugly around him. He felt himself weaken for this man he'd never thought could love him so deeply; the man he had once viewed as a rival, almost an enemy.

"I love you too."

A smile lit up Zoro's eyes and he hugged Sanji close, subconsciously trying to press every inch of himself against the chef's body.

"This... is the world," Zoro breathed. "This is heaven. This is everything." He kissed Sanji's lips softly. "You're everything."