Sanji loves taking care of his boyfriends.

He cooks, he cleans, he shops, he massages.

He's the best boyfriend.

But sometimes he dosent know when enough is enough. He's a worker bee. Always has been. You have to make that bread so you can eat, after all. And food is life.

After a particularly draining battle, he got his 10 minutes of rest as they walked their way back to the boat. Not that this counted as rest in the slightest, but at least he wasn't running on air 30 miles an hour anymore.

He walked straight for the kitchen and got to work cooking, making a huge meal for his nankama who have been living off bento box meals and a whole lot of nothing.

Working for hours, and two pig carcasses later, he delivered a feast for his crew. It was his job. It was his life. He made sure to leave himself a plate so luffy wouldn't take it. Once done servi bc and refilling the first round of drinks, he sat down, brining said plate to the table, eating his helping. He was inturrupted so many times though. By grubby food driven hands. By pleas for more drinks. By the spills. By the random chunk of meat flying away from the table, calling out his name, praying to be caught and fed to someone as it should be.

Zoro wasn't doing too hot after the battle either. He didn't want to party and have sake so Sanji knew that he was beat. It surprised him that he wasn' napping in his chair right now. So he quickly finished his food and went to go take care of his lover, telling him to lie down on the couch and catch a good nap. He knows that sending him off to sleep alone in his bed would not help his post-fight needs to be close to the crew. To know for certain that they are all okay and accounted for. Gently kissing him, he ruffles his moss of hair and gets up from his spot beside the man now relaxing on the dining room couch. He starts removing empty serving trays, scraping off the lingering flavors onto one plate, making it easier for luffy to lick it clean.

Ussop was one of the first to succumb to the food coma, bringing down luffy with him. "Luuuuuuffs I wanna cuddle. The food was so good that I may never stir awake. I want to be holding on to you while I'm this paralyzed state of mine!" He would say, shaking his shoulders, trying to move him better to start hugging already,

Next was brook, seeing as the swordsman is asleep, he should sleep too as a fellow swordsman. Many followed after that, and Sanji would never EVER let Nami and Robin do the work of a bus boy. So when they asked, "You sure you're okay cleaning up?" He answered, "Of course, madamosille. I am but a humble worker." He said bowing to the princess' who went off to bed.

Once the doors would shut, he would sigh, realizing that he'd have to clean all of this up tonight if he didn't want to fight with the grime tomorrow. That's his least favorite thing to do, and he hated seeing his kitchen in that state, so awake he stayed washing dishes and staying on watch since he was the only one awake and going to be. He kind of thought it was his fault. Giving them such good food that he comatose's his crew.

The next morning, Brook and Robin had taken watch. Sanji, as usual woke up before everyone else, well expect Robin who was still awake from watch.

He greeted a pleasant good morning up to the crowd nest, not finding it in himself to fawn over her when he woke up two minutes ago.

Getting to work on breckfadt, the same pattern occurred. Just as he sat down, done with dishes and finally going to relax, they got ambushed by a submarine, finiding a few haki users of all things to fight. So of course, he had to join the battle.

He was off.

Not in any way we're his kicks weaker, but he was slower to notice. Slower to react. He took a few more hits from the guy than he would have wanted. At the end of it, Ussop had pulled a muscle trying to get out of the sea he was knocked into and seeked the only masseuse on the ship. Only wanting to relive his poor partners pain, he took it upon himself to relive him. Ussops heart always warmed as well as his libido when feeling the fantastic touches of his lover. He was so caring and loving. He adored him. He wanted to make him feel good.

So he did.

And again.

And again.

Up until luffy demanded food. They had skipped lunch. Again. Sanji was starting to get upset at his lack of planning. They were missing more meals that he would have liked.

So again, he cooked well. And washed well.

Picking up dishes, his muscles ached. His head spun a little. Of course, ignoring it, he continued on, picking up the three plates as he usually does, only this time a stale knife fell off on of them and onto the floor. He jumped back with a yelp but was careful not to loose control go the balance of the plates. The action earned a nice laugh from the table and some bickering with zoro, but all was well.

Everyone, heading off to bed or to activities, left sanji alone in the kitchen washing dishes once again. His mind could happily blank out, this being a task he had much practice on.

"You're-"

Sanji jolted up, not realizing the man had gotten into the kitchen. Not just that, but forgettting he was there entirely.

Zoro frowned at the action, "What I was going to say is you're nodding off."

"Am not." He side glared him and continued his work, almost done with it.

Zoro tutted him and washed his hands before grabbing a clean towel, holding his hand out to sanji for a plate.

Reluctantly it was given to him. They worked in silence as they passed on each plate, zoro taking the stack and putting it away unlike usual.

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to." He said, throwing sanji the hand towel.while using it, zoro continued, "And because I was so nice and helpful you're going to come here." He opened his arms out and revived a hug. His hands roamed down to sanjis thughs, tugging on them. "Up."

Sanji blushed madly but did so, expecting to get turned on. He was surprised when he didn't however. He let the feeling pass and simply clung to his boyfriend. "You do so much for the crew. Thank you."

"Mmm..." he forgot how nice and warm zoro was. How sturdy his chest and shoulders felt against his body. How the whole world could just melt away when he was in his arms.

Zoro felt as his head lulled and rested on his shoulder, growing heavier as he drifted off to sleep in his arms, "Idiot." He'd never admit it's cute when this happens.

Off to bed they went to sleep the night away.