Yeah… Sorry I haven't updated in a really long time. I've been working a lot more and doing stuff to get ready for this next semester. Plus I spent the time I did have online catching up the aff version of this story so that I'd have a back up fanfiction dot net decided to get mad at me as they sometimes do. So, yeah, I'll shut up and let you read.

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Quantum Collisions

Chapter XI

Final Compromises

"So… we heading to your place now then?" Zoro asked, though it sounded more like a suggestion than a question. At the thought of finally arriving at Sanji's home his stomach fluttered and that same anxious feeling rose. He wanted to be there, with Sanji and yet he didn't as well. It was going to be nice. It was going to be fancy. It was going to be everything he wasn't and everything Sanji was. And he was going to be alone with Sanji. The whole situation was terrifying and exciting.

"Yes. I guess we are." Sanji said, remembering that he'd completely forgotten to get the place clean in any way. Damn. It was small enough as it was, it didn't need to be a mess in addition to that. Though normally Sanji would have made an attempt to keep his apartment in a fair state of cleanliness, they'd been working the staff like slaves at the hotel because of the large influx of guests over the past few weeks and he'd barely come home but for the occasional few hours sleep and a change of clothes.

He wasn't sure whether he was glad or not that the street was full of taxis looking for potential riders. Sanji signaled one with a practiced motion. The familiar yellow vehicle pulling up to the curb beside them.

When getting in the yellow taxi it was sinking in more and more that he'd actually be staying with Sanji for the next week or so. Zoro started wondering if this was really a good idea. They barely knew each other, they'd only just met the other day! They were pretty much strangers, despite how things somehow turned out. And yet he'd be living with the blonde while he stayed in New York. Zoro's anxiety was getting to him, he actually feeling his hands shaking a little. He disguised his nervous by shoving his hands in his pockets and kept his gaze to his side, staring blankly out the window. He wondered how Sanji felt about this. Was he REALLY ok with him staying?

Sanji was slightly unnerved by Zoro's silence throughout their trip, as short as it was. The only real conversation there had been was the short description Sanji'd given the driver. Was Zoro having second thoughts about the situation? True Sanji hadn't been completely sure about it at first, but the two got along so well the blond was looking forward to spending the week with the swordsman. The only thing that worried him was what Zoro would think of his apartment. Sanji gave off the air of sophistication and class, sure, but in reality he was just another white-collar waiter working in a hotel. Lost in general contemplation Sanji felt the cab break to a slow stop. Well this was it… Sanji shuffled around in the back seat slightly, attempting to get into a better position to get his wallet out from his back pocket.

Zoro had beat Sanji too it though. While he'd tried to get his wallet Zoro had already leaned forward in his seat and given the driver the pay for the drive as well as a decent tip. He wasn't willing to wait another second while Sanji fidgeted in his seat to get his money. Maybe his eagerness was starting to over shadow his nerves now that they were there? With taxi paid for Zoro got out of the car and waited for the other to get out also.

"Thanks Zoro…" Sanji said softly as he scooted out of the cab, thanking the driver simply as the exited. The apartment complex was modest, it was in a decent enough part of town and the outer façade was fairly well-kept. Pulling his keys from his other pocket, Sanji opened the outer door into the lobby. There wasn't an elevator in the building, Sanji'd always help suspicions that it might have at one point, but either way the waiter and the swordsman would be taking the stairs.

The swordsman still hadn't said a word, had only shrugged when Sanji thanked him for paying for the taxi. The nervous feeling was back, with a lot of eagerness mixed in with it, making his stomach twist and hands sweat. The feeling only for worse as they took the stairs, Zoro following Sanji every step of the way. The swordsman took in his surroundings as he followed, trying to remember things and where they were. Though how much good that would do him he didn't know, given his habit of getting lost. Easily.

The apartment complex was ten floors, and Sanji was on the very tenth. Yes, the climb up and down the stairs sucked (although admittedly it was good for keeping his legs in shape with little extra effort), but he was also the closest to the roof, which was easily his favorite thing about the place.

"Sorry Marimo, we're going all the way to the top." Sanji stated as they pair started to climb the stairs, a few feet ahead with Zoro behind him. The stairway was narrow, but carpeted and well-lit despite the time of day. After the nine flights of stairs Sanji turned to make sure Zoro had kept-up, not too worried considering the shape that the Marimo was in.

It was a good thing too that Zoro was in good shape. He was given slight little pants though showed no sign in slowing down, still right behind Sanji. He grunted though, showing his annoyance at the amount he had to climb. "No wonder you've got strong legs," he mumbled to himself. Climbing these every day had to be one hell of a work out.

Sanji turned to face Zoro at the top of the stairs, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet slightly with his hands tucked behind him, to the general effect of making him seem much younger than he was. With a slight pout he asked Zoro. "I thought you liked my legs?"

It took a little longer for Zoro to reach him and he raised his eyebrow when seeing how Sanji was standing and the playful pout that he gave. Zoro twitched a little, instantly thinking that the other looked cute like that. Even though he wasn't meant to find anything cute. Zoro pushed that thought to the side and concentrated more on the other's comment. A smirk on his face. "I do," he replied, finally by the other's side. He leaned in a bit closer, invading Sanji's personal space. "Though I like them more depending what you're doing with them,"

"Oh really…?" Sanji asked, his voice quite a bit thicker than it had been moments before. "I'd like to know exactly what those things are… But unfortunately we're in the middle of my apartment hallway." The blond paused for a moment, then continued down the hallway a little faster than he'd been before. Eventually stopping at the door labeled '1017'. Sanji steeled himself, keys in hand. He turned to look at Zoro over his shoulder. "Uh… Zoro, don't… don't expect too much okay?"

Zoro laughed a little at Sanji statement about them being in the hallway, agreeing silently that yes, this wasn't the best place to speak about those types of things or act upon them. He followed Sanji to the short distance to his apartment door and when the blonde told him not to expect much Zoro blinked his eyes in surprise. And inside he was relieved. So… this meant it wasn't as fancy as he thought it would be? Zoro felt his nervous fade away, his eagerness and curiosity completely taking over now. "Ok, ok, just let me in," the swordsman replied, sounding more enthusiastic than he'd meant.

Sanji nodded, still not feeling completely comfortable with the initial showing of his apartment, he inserted his key and turned it in the lock slightly pushing the door open, inviting the swordsman in first before he followed. It wasn't particularly well lit, odd shadows cast around before Sanji eventually flipped on the lights in the main area. It wasn't particularly large. The main room had room for one couch and an over-sized chair, both of which Sanji'd received from Jacques when he'd remolded his own living room, the walls were a crème colour that was slightly darkened in places, for reasons unknown to Sanji, the carpet a bit worn. Such was the case with many things in the small apartment.

Zoro blinked. Twice. He was a bit surprised by what he saw, having expected a lot more. But after seeing all these, it really put him at ease. He even grinned. He instantly liked it here. "Not bad," Zoro said, actually meaning it since his own home was in worse condition. His own living space was quite nasty compared to Sanji's. It was due to having too many drinking parties with Luffy, Ace and a few other friends, they all trying to out drink the other. By the couch Zoro noticed his own bags and belongings. Luffy had managed to get here just fine. And from the lack of a loud hello, the guy must have left too.

Sanji laughed, a bit uncomfortably at the eventually display of his apartment. "Yeah… Sorry it's a bit of a mess." The blond stepped inside and closed the door behind them. Brightening slightly when he saw a small collection of bags, including the case that he recognized as containing Zoro's swords, so Luffy had managed to find the apartment after all, that comforted him somewhat.

"Don't worry about it. Not as bad as my place," Zoro confessed. Trying to make Sanji feel a little better. He didn't want Sanji to regret letting him stay here after all. Not now that he felt comfortable here and at ease. Seeing his swords case he went right over and carefully opened it up, checking to see everything was ok inside. All three were fine and Zoro tenderly caressed his favourite before closing the case back up. After checking his swords Zoro discovered a problem he'd tried to avoid since realising he'd be staying here. What now? That was the problem. What were they going to do now? There were several things that he wanted to do, and he was sure Sanji wanted to do some of those said things too but Zoro didn't want to just jump in and molest the other. He wasn't after just sex after all. He didn't want to give the wrong impression. But damn it was hard, Sanji was so tempting! Even just standing around!

Zoro seemed genuinely okay with the state of his living conditions and Sanji couldn't help but feel very, very relieved. He took his keys, wallet and cell-phone out of his pocket, placing them in the small dish that was sitting on the little table beside the door, as always. Feeling quite a bit lighter than before, Sanji flopped down on the couch, closing his eyes for a few seconds in general relief. When he opened them he realized that Zoro was following his movements and staring at him in a slightly odd manner.

"Zoro? Something wrong?" Sanji asked, hoping that the swordsman wasn't feeling awkward. Dammit he'd just started to get over those feelings!

"Nope," Zoro lied, breaking eye contact and looking through his stuff again. Any excuse to not look at Sanji and to busy himself was a good one. The anxiety crept back in again as silence followed, his stomach fluttering. He knew his face was heating up too. Zoro had to try and get over this awkwardness. He couldn't stand it! Why did Sanji have to make him feel like this?!

"So…" he started, not really sure how he was going to finish before he'd even started. "… Who's getting the bed?" he quickly remembered their failed deal and Sanji's previous suggestions on how to continue that said deal.

"Well… As I recall I was winning when we were interrupted." Sanji said, the smooth and silky tone of his voice coming back in full as he sat up facing Zoro. "So I'd say it's your job to convince me that it was indeed a tie." The blond was now hunched forward slightly, his legs folded behind him, leaning on his hands and arms.

"And what'll be the result if you agree it's a tie?" Zoro asked, liking the idea of convincing the blonde but curious as to what would happened if a tie was declared. One thought came to mind, but he didn't dare allow himself to hope that Sanji had the same idea. As much as he'd like it, Zoro reminded himself that they'd only met a day ago. People didn't share beds with people they'd only met a day ago. Without even realising it, he'd leaned in closer to the other.

Sanji smile grew wider. It couldn't be that Zoro didn't know what he was implying, the swordsman wasn't that stupid. But, Sanji wasn't going to make it any easier for him even if he did know. Zoro was going to have to come out an say it, or keep playing Sanji's little games. "I think there's only one logical result…"

So Sanji DID have the same idea. Zoro was a little surprised, and had to admit thrilled at well. Though he didn't show it. He could tell that Sanji was playing around now and Zoro felt the need to play back. To annoy him. The blonde looked amusing when he was annoyed. "… Neither of us get the bed?" Zoro asked innocently, tilting his head and making his earrings ring. Zoro's innocent look failed though, since a hint of a smirk played on his lips.

Sanji quirked an eyebrow upwards, his eyelid falling slightly over that singular blue eye. "Yes… We'll both sleep on the floor." He replied sarcastically. Though his expression brightened, or perhaps it darkened, shortly there after, as he lifted his body onto his hands and knees and crawled closer to Zoro. "Then again… You do look like you'd make a comfortable pillow Marimo."

The sarcastic reply caused Zoro to grin a little. He liked Sanji's sense of humour. When the blonde proceeded to crawl over to him on his hands and knees Zoro's interest perked, his attention fully and completely on the blonde. He couldn't help think Sanji looked good on his hands and knees like that. He only wished he had a different view point. And maybe Sanji wasn't so clothed. Zoro tried his hardest to stop himself from thinking such things, not wanting his body to react to the mental images while Sanji was so close. He snorted at Sanji's comment, though smirked afterwards. "So we're gonna be doing a lot of sleeping? Nothing else?" he pushed, curious to know how Sanji would answer.

Sanji sat back on his heels, feigning confusion and innocence, a finger tugging slightly at his lower lip. "Whatever could you mean Mr. Marimo?" It was strange how young Sanji could look if he tried, with the blond hair and the blue eyes he knew full-well he could look like a 16-year old school boy if he tried hard enough.

Sanji shouldn't be allowed to look that like. It should be damn illegal! Zoro's eye twitched a little and he strangely felt a bit aroused by the whole trying to play innocent thing. The swordsman tried his best to ignore his urge to molest Sanji there and then and attempted to continue this little game they'd created. Their teasing match as it were. "Hmm… not sure I should tell you," he told the blonde, smirking mischievously. There was a small hint of desire in his eyes despite his tries to hide it. "I could show you what I mean, if you really want…"

"Oh please do…" Sanji said, the innocent façade slipping slightly in anticipation of their next move. He was slightly disappointed that his school-boy act didn't throw Zoro over the edge immediately; perhaps he was loosing his touch. He moved a bit closer to Zoro, although their bodies still weren't touching, Sanji may have been growing impatient, but he wasn't about to loose this game.

Zoro was more impatient though, he losing the will to continue this game. He craved Sanji like a drug, he becoming addicted the second their lips touched for the first time. Zoro's hands reached out to the blonde and while one tangled fingers in Sanji's silken blonde hair the other rested on his cheek. Zoro's rough thumb teasing ghost over Sanji's bottom lip. "You really want me to show you…?" Zoro teased, leaning dangerously closer. Still not close enough.

Sanji eyes were lidded heavily, barely able to see Zoro between the lashes that obscured his blue eyes even further. They were now close enough that he could feel Zoro's breath on his face when the other spoke, practically sense the heat falling off of his body. "I really, really do." When he spoke he could feel Zoro's fingers brushing against the soft, sensitive skin of his lips.

He couldn't help but give a deep groan in response, everything about Sanji right now arousing him; and they were barely touching! His voice, his body language, his breath, the look he was giving him, everything excited Zoro beyond belief. He was the first to snap, surrendering complete and declaring Sanji the winner. Zoro closed the small distance between their lips, crashing theirs together and groaning with satisfaction at the contact.

Sanji's lips smirked against Zoro's, he knew he was the winner. Although he also knew that it hardly mattered at the moment… Of course, later he might bring it up to tease the Marimo. But, Oh god, those moans. The blond took the opportunity to push his tongue against the small part between Zoro's lips, forcing it open wider and deepening their contact.

Zoro complied, parting his lips more and allowing Sanji's tongue entry, his own eager to meet it. His hands gained a life of their own, they moving all over the blonde. One finally rested back in Sanji's hair, tugging slightly at the strands while his other hand fled down to his backside and proceeded to squeeze. Much like when they'd been in Zoro's hotel room.

The blond was craving more friction between the two bodies, and since Sanji's body was already arched into Zoro's making the option of pushing the Marimo over physically impossible the blond hands snaked behind Zoro's neck taking tight fistfuls of his shirt collar and pulling the Marimo towards him, over him.

The swordsman didn't notice at first, until he found himself laying over Sanji, his lower half now laying between the blonde's long legs. The slightest movement caused friction between them and Zoro was unable to stop himself from moaning into their kiss as waves of pleasure washed over him. His pants, which were firstly merely a little too tight were now unbelievably tight, to the point of almost painful. Yet Zoro was unable to hold his hips still. The green haired swordsman pulled away from Sanji's lips, kissing hotly down to his neck and lower, proceeding to undo Sanji's shirt buttons with his teeth when there was no more new skin to kiss and lick.

Sanji let out a little mewl of protest as Zoro's hot lips left his, although the sounds turned to sharp gasps of surprise and pleasure as Zoro's mouth traveled down his neck and collarbone. His hands moved slid from the swordsman's neck and moved to assist him in the undoing of the buttons.

"I happen to like this shirt. I'd like the buttons to remain attached." Sanji managed to speak, the words coming out a bit harsher than he felt.

Zoro grunt and gave a look that showed annoyance and impatience as Sanji helped in undoing his shirt, so Zoro didn't ruin it. It was good that he did though, since the swordsman was all for clothes ripping. He didn't care how he got to the skin beneath! As each button was undo and new pale skin exposed Zoro leaned down to explore with his mouth, kissing and licking and waiting eagerly for Sanji's responses. Zoro'd quickly found that the blonde's simple moans were a huge turn on for him. Though, everything about Sanji was one big turn on.

The blond gasped, the sounds began to tumble out from between his lips as Zoro's ministrations returned with renewed zeal. Shifting slightly underneath the larger man Sanji pushed the fabric of his shirt from his shoulders, pulling each arm out respectively, the light, silky fabric slipping out from underneath him to pool on the floor beside the sofa. With the shirt gone, Sanji realized how constraining the rest of his clothing seemed, begrudgingly pushing Zoro's mouth off of his chest, the blond wriggled out from beneath the swordsman. He stood, a bit shakily. "Ne… Marimo, wasn't this supposed to be about the bed?"

An annoyed and almost desperate grunt escaped the swordsman when Sanji forced him to stop and move off of him. He sat back on his heels and watched Sanji stand, small and barely noticeable pants came from Zoro. When hearing what the blonde had to say he sat there for a second and then let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, it was," he admitted.

"Well then…" Sanji leaned forwards to leave a light kiss on Zoro's lips before recoiling back to his standing position. "Second door on the left." The blond said with a smirk before he turned and moved quickly down the aforementioned hallway, attempting to push the remaining, restraining clothing off of his body and moving towards the bedroom at the same time. By the time he stumbled through the door, he was happily lacking in clothing. The blond fell onto the sheets, enjoying the cold feel of the light cream-coloured sheets on his body… at least until he could have the warmth of Zoro's body against his.

It had taken a few seconds for his brain to register what Sanji had told him, his mind not functioning well since he was high on Sanji and most of his blood had seemed to gather to his groin. A few seconds later however he swiftly followed suit, practically ripping his t-shirt from his body and throwing it aside. He only stopped long enough to discard his shoes and pants. Once rid of them he was completely free of clothes. When reaching Sanji's bedroom he stood in the doorway and just admired the view for a brief moment. And groaned deeply at the sight.

Sanji smiled, his body propped up slightly on his elbows, watching the Marimo and taking in the sight of all that tanned skin and ropes and cords of muscles underneath.

"Well Marimo… convince me."

Zoro gladly accepted the challenge, a smirk forming on his face as he stalked over like a predator approaching its prey. He climbed onto the bed and wasted no time to rest his body against Sanji's; hot skin against hot skin. He trembled at the contact, his body burning even hotter. Zoro kissed the blonde's lips briefly then trailed kisses across his cheek to each his ear, nipping his earlobe. He groaned purposely against his ear as he rubbed himself against him. "Want more convincing?" he breathed hotly and prayed that Sanji said yes!

Sanji groaned deeply, the feeling of their bodies against each other, this time without the barriers of clothing was making his entire body heat up. Shocks dancing down his body as Zoro's lips wrapped around his earlobe.

Zoro's breath made him shiver, despite the obvious heat. "I'll take anything you can give me Marimo."

Zoro laughed a little after hearing that and gave Sanji's neck a harsh nip at the use of the nickname he'd given him. He'd been using that damned nickname a little too much he felt. Zoro made up for the nip however with his later actions, he kissing and licking his way down to Sanji's chest, his hands, roughened by years if sword fighting and over usage, ghosted up and down the blonde's sides.

Sanji's hands found purchase around Zoro's neck once again, although they stayed for only a short time before running down the swordsman's back, tracing the lines of his shoulder blades and the strong muscles that ran under the skin.

The way they were lying, Sanji could feel Zoro's growing arousal pressing against his thigh, so near to his own. The blond shifted his hips, one leg entwining with Zoro's to bring their two stiffened members together in delicious friction.

The swordsman arched his back up into Sanji's touch, his finger tips leaving hot trails where they'd been and making Zoro shiver. He continued to kiss and nip at Sanji's flesh, though halted and hissed in pleasure when their erections rubbed against each other, the friction causing wave after wave of pleasure to wash over him. His hips gained a life of their own, he now grinding against him, causing more friction that they both craved. His breathing turned into slight panting, he resting his head by Sanji's shoulder and breathing hotly against his neck, he kissing and sucking it between pants.

Sanji smiled through his moans and gasps of air when Zoro began to grind their hips together. The motion seemed, to Sanji, to reveal the blind lust that was taking over Zoro's body. Turning his head to kiss the Marimo's neck, Sanji hands moved to Zoro's shoulders and pushed him off of his body, finding a lot more resistance than he expected but he managed to get the Marimo to his side. Firmly planting a hand on each side of Zoro's hips.

Zoro had growled like a irritated animal when Sanji tried to push him off, resisting at first but finally gave in. He was still panting, though his breathing was becoming more under control now that he was no longer grinding against the other. His entire body was buzzing, his face and body burning and was throbbing almost painfully between his legs. They'd barely really done anything and he already felt like this, Zoro couldn't help but groan at imaging how good it would feel later on. For now he didn't try to touch Sanji or do anything, awaiting to see what Sanji wanted to do.

Sanji offered Zoro one more smirk before he bowed his head ran his tongue from the base to the tip of Zoro's erection in a single tantalizingly slow motion. Supporting himself with his elbows, Sanji's hands crept towards taking hold of Zoro's member lightly as Sanji's tongue played over the tip.

Zoro gave a hiss when feeling Sanji's tongue run up his length, his hands going down to tangle his fingers in blonde hair. One hand went and moved Sanji's hair out of the way, allowing him to see all of his face for the first time and to get a better view of what that hot tongue was doing to him. When Sanji's hands touched him his body trembled and he his hips instinctively moved up, off the bed and closer to Sanji's hot mouth.

One of his pale hands wrapped around the base of Zoro's erection, the other splayed over the swordsman's tan hip. He took one more lick of weeping tip, before taking it completely in his mouth, his tongue still working against the hot flesh. He worked his head over Zoro's hips, taking more of the swordsman into his mouth and beginning to suck as he bobbed his head up and down on the swordsman's shaft.

A deep throaty groan escaped Zoro and his head tilled back as a result. He brought his head back down though, determined to watch the blonde as he worked on his hard member. He'd never seen anything more arousing in his life. His legs spread a little against his will, his hips twitching upwards when the pleasure was almost too much. Moans became more regular from him, curses and Sanji's name slipped here and there between. "Ahh…. Shit…. Sanji,"

Sanji glanced upwards, eventually Sanji withdrew, taking his mouth off of Zoro.

"Hold on Marimo, don't get so excited." Sanji shifted, reaching into one of the small drawers in the little wooden table beside the bed. Groping blindly inside the drawer Sanji eventually found what he was looking for, a small vile of oil which he opened and poured a fair amount onto his palm. Moving back to Zoro he allowed his oil-slick hand to run up and down the length, coating Zoro's erection.

Zoro had given a small growl when Sanji pulled away, instantly missing the warmth and skill of his mouth. He snorted at the comment and the nickname, though didn't punish the blonde for using it like last time, letting it slide when seeing him retrieve something. Seeing the oil Zoro felt his body grow even hotter and his member gave a twitch in anticipation. While Sanji coated his erection, he unable to stop himself from thrusting into his hand a little, Zoro leaned up, resting on a elbow and reached up with his free hand. He held the back of Sanji's head and pulled the blonde closer, kissing him deeply though slowly.

The blond savored the kiss, moving to straddle the Marimo's waist while Zoro's mouth worked against his in a way that was much more passionate than their previous ravages. Sanji appreciated the gesture, slightly surprised at the sudden sensitivity. Lifting his hand from Zoro's erection he used the excess oil to lubricate himself then lowered his body down just enough for the tip of Zoro's member to push against the small, muscled ring of his ass. Sanji had done this enough times before not to need the stretching and preparation before hand, he knew when to relax his muscles and when to tighten them for Zoro's pleasure.

Both hands splayed across Zoro's muscled abdomen and kneeling above the swordsman's hips Sanji spoke, his face flushed and his breath becoming slightly ragged, but smiling that smirk all the same. "Ne… Marimo. You can move now."

His hands went to rest on Sanji's hips once the blonde began lowering himself on him, Zoro gripping tightly as he was slowly engulfed by maddening heat and tightness that was all Sanji. He gritted his teeth together, using all that was left of his will power and self control to stop himself from just ramming the blonde right from the start. He didn't want that, he didn't want to rush this. For some reason he wanted to savour every bit of this, make it last as long as possible. Give Sanji so much pleasure that the blonde would think he'd died and gone to heaven.

The swordsman's grip didn't falter when Sanji told him he could move. He breathed heavily, a small groan mixed in and gave a smirk back. He didn't reply with words, he merely pulled out of the blonde, agonisingly slow for the both of them, and then thrust back up into Sanji. Hard. Well, Eyebrow said to move. Didn't say he had to be gentle. It was clear Zoro wasn't so blinded and maddened by lust that he couldn't play a little with Sanji still.

Sanji's breath caught in this throat as Zoro moved out of him, only to burst from his lips in an excited cry moments later as Zoro pushed back into him violently. His elbows buckled for a moment from the sudden force although he righted himself quickly as the surprise of the action began to wear off. He'd done this before, certainly, although not particularly recently. He was going to be sore in the morning that much was assured.

Not that Sanji cared. After Zoro's initial move Sanji began to himself more or less, making sure to avoid the instinct to tighten his muscles else they'd both be in pain.

After the first invasion Zoro lessened the force behind his thrusts, being more gentle. As much as he wanted to just give in and enjoy he was determined to extend this as long as possible. He also wanted to try and get Sanji to beg. To beg for him to quicken his pace, his roughness, when gentle touches and movements became not enough to sate him. His hands stayed on Sanji's hips, his grip weakened slightly and he helped the blonde move above him, keeping him at the pace he wanted. Zoro's gazed travelled all over Sanji as he moved in him slowly, his eyes darkened and heavy from desire and he licked his lips at the sight moving on top of him. Sanji was beautiful. And if Zoro's mind had been working, he would have been very alarmed at that. He'd never thought anyone was beautiful before.

Sanji opened his eyes, not really realizing that they'd been closed, taking in the sight of Zoro beneath him much as Zoro was looking at him writing above. He wondered if Zoro knew how good he looked with that lusty smile on his face, licking his lips as he stared at him.

The blond had noticed Zoro had slowed something considerably, from the force and speed he'd possessed before.

"You know Marimo, I'm not going to break."

Zoro expected something like that and smirked up at him, still not changing his pace despite Sanji's comment. If anything, just to tease the blonde, he moved even slower, agonizingly so. One of his rough hands moved up from Sanji's pale bony hip, caressing up past his chest to stroke up his neck. It then traveled back down, repeating the journey a few times as Zoro spoke. "Ask me nicely Eyebrow and I might go faster," he teased him.

Sanji frowned slightly, though his face was still flushed with lust and red with passion. But damn if Zoro was going to be this stubborn.

"Aren't you supposed to be convincing me to share this bed with you?"

He stopped completely for a moment, rolling his eyes and looked as though he was even sulking a little. It seemed that he wouldn't be getting Sanji to beg any time soon. Not this time at least. Zoro's wondering hand came to rest back on Sanji's hip, holding him firmly. "Don't worry, I'll convince you easily," Zoro said with much confidence. He then suddenly began moving again, only this time hard like before, and his pace much faster.

Sanji smiled, although the expression became lost somewhat through the muttered moans and hasty breaths that picked up with Zoro's pace. Through muttered words and gasps, Sanji's began to move faster to meet Zoro's quickened movements. Sanji's hands moved over Zoro's muscled stomach and abdomen beneath him, feeling the slight sheen of sweat that was beginning to form over the tan skin, knowing that the same was slowly beginning to cover him as well.

Groans and heavy pants escaped his lips as they continued their hard and fast pace, growing more violent still as they went on. Zoro shivered when feeling Sanji's hands roam, more so when his fingertips touched his long scar. He tilted his green head back into the pillow, eyes shut and losing himself in the pleasure that was Sanji's body.

Zoro suddenly flipped them, forcing Sanji on his back and lifting one of his long legs over his shoulder. The swordsman moved with greater force, instinct and senses taking over. All he wanted was to pound into Sanji over and over and hear the other's moans and pants. And see him in just as much pleasure as he was feeling.

Though the sudden change in position surprised Sanji slightly he was far too past the point of lucidity to care so long as Zoro didn't slow. With one long, pale leg hooked around Zoro's neck and shoulder, the swordsman was thrusting into him at a different angle than before and now hitting something inside him that was causing his vision to start to blur into a blissful whiteness around the fringes of his sight and now the blond was moaning and crying out without restraint.

Hearing his moans and seeing him writhe in ecstasy caused Zoro to lose all thought, giving in completely to his senses and desires. He ravaged the blonde, leaning down to kiss him hotly between his own moans and pants, his hands gripping Sanji's form like a lifeline. His hips slammed quick and hard against Sanji over and over, keeping that angle that seemed to drive the blonde wild. His movements grew frantic, Zoro close to finishing already. His hand flew down between their bodies; wanting to make sure Sanji joined him and began stroking the blonde, his hand just as frantic as his hips.

The combination of everything seemed to drive Sanji over the edge, that white-hot light he'd felt encroaching upon his body and sight now consuming him completely. He came calling Zoro's name against the swordsman's lips, sticky white covering his stomach and Zoro's hand, his muscles tightening around Zoro's member inside him.

Zoro practically roared when he came mere seconds later, it mixed with something that sounded like Sanji's name. While Sanji tightening around him had felt amazing, what really undid him was having the blonde call out his name against his lips; hearing and feeling it had been too much. He came deep inside Sanji, his form shivering at the force of his orgasm.

Afterwards he near collapsed on the blonde, only just managing to make himself fall more to Sanji's side, so not to crush him under his weight. He panted hotly against his pale sweat soaked neck. His heart raced in his chest, beating so hard and fast it was almost painful. If not for their panting, Zoro was sure Sanji would have been able to hear it.

Sanji was attempting to recover what was left of his shattered and ragged breaths, his heart nearly matching the ferocity of Zoro's in its own beats. The blond shifted slightly, thankful that Zoro hadn't fallen on him, although the swordsman being beside him was nearly as discomforting due to the position they'd been in moments before. Luckily Zoro hadn't fallen on top of Sanji's leg and the blond was able to slide the long, pale limb off of Zoro's shoulder and into a more comfortable position. Though moving didn't cause him any pain now, he severely doubted that would be the case come morning.

Once he gained better control of his breathing he shifted slightly and grunted as he gently slid his softening member out of him, allowing him to properly move away, giving Sanji his space if he wanted. Though he stayed by the blonde's side, a muscled and tanned arm draped over Sanji's chest. He could feel his heart, though felt it was slowly steadying. Zoro's smirked while he panted, which were lessening to normal breaths. "Convinced?" he asked.

Sanji made a soft sound of discomfort as Zoro pulled himself out of his body, but the blond quickly quieted feeling Zoro's arm fall across his chest. The blond moved into the contact, feeling the warmth that was still emanating from Zoro's body. Sanji smiled up at the Marimo beside him. "Yes. At least for tonight."

The said Marimo gave a small laugh, grinning at Sanji's reply. "For tonight at least?" he questioned. He scooted closer, the arm draped over the blonde now wrapping itself around him, as if cuddling. Sanji was able to discover that despite Zoro's rough and intimidating looks, he was a cuddle person. Especially after sex. The green haired swordsman knew that Sanji would probably tease the hell out of him for this, but he was too content and satisfied to really care. "You want me to convince you every night?" Zoro asked and kissed Sanji's neck. He smirked hugely. "Don't think you'll be able to handle it every night Eyebrow,"

"Because there obviously aren't any other ways to convince me besides sex." Sanji jibbed, although he knew as well as Zoro that, for tonight at least, they'd both known 'convincing' meant exactly that. The blond reached for the down-comforter and pulled it up higher on his body, now that his body was beginning he realized how cold it actually was. But it wasn't until he shifted back against Zoro that he realized how warm it actually was.