Sanji was leaning against the door to the lower cabin, stretched across the frame enticingly. He was missing his normal cigarette but Zoro seemed to take notice more of the blonds heated gaze and suggestive come hither twitch of his head, indicating for the swordsman to follow him.

An unnoticed spider watched in horror as Zoro walked up behind the cook with a look of suspicion and yet hopeful lust slipping through. Before the marimo could check to verify Sanji's intentions the blond unbuttoned a button, then another, started for the door, and when Zoro followed a little too fast spun around to lock the swordsman in deep heated kiss.

The spider attached himself to Zoros shirt as the man began to rip off Sanji's, all the while urging him back to the boy's bunks. More kisses, more touches, tongues getting involved.

A furious spider watched from the borough as the swordsman did so many naughty and pleasurable things to a writhing Sanji on the bed. The fury seemed to be based unexpectedly in the unfairness of it all. That was his body…he should be the one feeling it. The one there in the bed touching that strong muscled body above him.

But then again, it was something he had never considered nor thought would be so easy to have.

The spider was warm whether from anger and arousal at the situation or embarrassment as his body mewled in pleasure in a very unmanly fashion or indignation because the shitty spider wasn't utilizing his flexibility or skills he possessed, he couldn't say. Sanji was better than this though and for the first time he wished he could show the marimo what he was really capable of in this respect.

Of course he was currently a disgusting thing that had the situation be different would prefer be crushed under the heal of his shoe.

For the first of many times that day he watched awkwardly from the sidelines, helpless as his body orgasmed without him.