I apologise for the long wait, apparently wrapping up stories isn't high up on my to do list ^^; But here it is, beta'ed as always by Vergina-spva and Thérèse.

This really is the last part of the story, so thanks to everyone who has supported me by leaving reviews, favourites or just reading the story in general. You guys are great ^^

Please enjoy :3

Hot as Fire

Epilogue

"We also need some eggs, Marimo."

Together with his boyfriend, Sanji made his way through the supermarket. It had been four weeks since they had had their fight with Don Krieg and his men, but the blonde's leg was still wrapped in plaster. It was annoying, for several reasons, but right now it was because he couldn't push the trolley and had to leave it to Zoro, who insisted on going into the wrong aisle. Sanji could only sigh and lead the way while leaning on his crutches.

They were now living together at Sanji's place after Zoro's house had burned down. Most of the green haired man's stuff was destroyed, including furniture and clothes, but fortunately, he had received insurance money to compensate.

They stopped in front of the egg section – after somehow having passed the bread section twice, the blonde had no idea how Zoro managed to do that – and Sanji picked out a large box. After he had checked them for cracks, he smiled and looked at his grocery list. "Alright, next is milk. Why don't you get it, while I wait here. If you can manage that much."

Zoro scowled at him. "I don't see why you insisted in coming if you're only using me as an errant boy."

"Because last time I let you go alone, you were gone for two days and still managed to bring the wrong groceries. Now I can only lose you in the store… Though, seeing how you led us here, I wouldn't be surprised if you ended up on the other side of town."

"What did you say, shit cook?!" The green haired man grabbed him by his collar.

"Sanji?" a voice interrupted their fight.

The blonde froze in his place. He would recognise that angelic voice anywhere. Quickly falling back in his old habits, he twirled around with his arms spread out. "Conis-chwan~!" Behind him, he could hear Zoro snort, but ignored it in favour of the beautiful lady.

The woman behind him chuckled. "It's good to see you again. Oh, what happened?" she asked when she noticed his leg, until the thigh in plaster.

He looked down. "Oh, I had a little accident. Nothing to worry about, my dear." He smiled at her. "So how have you been?"

"I'm okay. Actually, I–" She stopped mid-sentence when Zoro rudely started to cough.

"Ah, I'm sorry. Conis-chwan, meet the marimo. Marimo, this is Conis."

"That's not my name, Curly Brow!" the green haired man snapped at him, but then his expression changed. "Wait… Didn't she dump your sorry ass?"

Sanji scowled at him. "We dated for a while, yes," he spat. "Now be polite, shitty Moss-head!"

He should have known that the bastard was up to no good when that shitty smirk appeared on his face. He grabbed the back of Sanji's head and roughly smashed their lips together. For a moment, the chef was too stunned to react, even after the swordsman had let go of him.

Zoro smirked at Conis. "Thanks for dumping him."

The blonde snapped out of his daze, furious. "What the hell, you shitty swordsman! Don't catch me off guard like that and don't ever try that again in front of a lady!" Using his plastered leg, he kicked the marimo bastard in the head. "Now go get the damn milk!"

Snickering, Zoro left them alone. Sanji's cheeks were flushed, as were Conis'. "I'm sorry about that," he muttered, scratching the back of his head embarrassedly.

"It's okay. I just didn't know you were…"

"Me neither. Until I met him…" Sanji sighed. "It's complicated."

"You seem very happy."

He looked up surprised. "Do I? Well, I guess I am. Just don't tell that smug bastard."

She smiled at him. "I won't. I heard the restaurant has reopened as well. Sounds like things are finally picking up for you. I'm glad to see you smile again."

"Likewise."

"Conis, are you coming?" a female voice called. Sanji looked up and saw a black haired woman with a trolley, looking like she was waiting.

"I'll be right there, Laki!" She turned to the blonde again. "I have to go, but I hope we can meet again soon?"

"Of course, my angel." He wrapped his arms around her as she pulled him into a hug.

When they let go, Sanji turned around to see Zoro standing with the milk. "There you are, Marimo. Didn't get lost this time?" he teased as he waved at Conis.

The green haired man scowled at him, but didn't respond, much to the blonde's surprise. However, when he saw the carton, Sanji couldn't help but sigh. "Dammit, shitty swordsman. You got the wrong one again!"

On the way home, Zoro kept quiet. Sanji frowned, but didn't comment on it. They had gotten the right kind of milk and paid at the register, where Sanji couldn't help but flirt a little with the female cashier. Usually, Zoro would call him an idiot and pick a fight, distracting the blonde from the lady in question, but nothing came today.

When they got home, the blonde started to sort out the groceries. For the lower cabinets he had to bow down awkwardly, so he called the swordsman for help. "Oi, give me a hand here, Moss-head."

Again, Zoro did as he was asked, without saying a word. Sanji frowned. "What's with you suddenly? I'm sure one day you'll get the right milk in one go," he added jokingly, hoping it would lure out a reaction.

Zoro just grunted and left the kitchen again. Annoyed about being ignored for the umpteenth time, Sanji marched out of the kitchen as much as his crutches allowed. "Oi, shithead. Answer me!"

"Why the hell do you care? I don't have boobs I could use as a table!" the green haired man snarled.

Sanji was taken aback a little for a moment. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"What the hell do you think?! Your ex in the store! You were awfully friendly with her." Zoro crossed his arms before his boobless chest.

For a moment, all Sanji did was stare at him. Then, without saying a word, he turned around and entered the kitchen again. The green haired man watched him go and sighed. Maybe he made too big of a deal out of this. But despite Sanji's annoying flirtatious behaviour around women, he never touched them. So seeing him hugging a woman, his ex no less, something snapped.

Despite the fact that they were living together, they didn't see much of each other lately. As soon as he was allowed to walk, Sanji started working again, leaving in the morning and coming home late. After losing his office, Zoro decided giving up being a private investigator and started the police academy. Both worked long hours, so they always went to bed exhausted. In fact, they hadn't had sex since Sanji broke his leg and kissing was rare as well. And him being denied to touch his cook, but a random blonde could? No way.

Still, he shouldn't have made Sanji mad. After all, this was the rare time they both had the day off, so they should enjoy being together. Though fighting with Sanji was usually enjoyable, that only was the case when it came to physical fighting. Not the cook refusing to talk to him.

He was debating going into the kitchen to apologise, when the blonde came out again, balancing a tray with two plates on it on one hand, while he used the other to lean on his crutch. With a smack, he sat the plates down on the table. "Eat," he snapped.

Zoro stared at the plate in front of him. He had learned a long time ago that the greener the food, the more he had been on the cook's mind while he made it. Right now, he was looking at a green curry with green peas and green beans. The chicken in it was greenish due to the curry. It surprised Zoro that the cook hadn't add green food colouring through the rice.

It was safe to say that the blonde was very, very pissed.

While he was eating, Sanji didn't say a word, so Zoro decided not to either. The blonde would explode sooner or later anyway and he'd rather die with a full stomach.

Despite his anger, Zoro saw the thinking expression on Sanji's face, tasting the food and making mental notes what to change next time. He never understood what or how his lover did it, but every time it tasted better than the last – even if he didn't think it could be better the first time.

Finally, Sanji placed his fork and knife on his plate and his blue eyes flicked up to Zoro. The anger was evident and the green haired man swallowed involuntarily.

"You've got some fucking nerve, you know that? You know what I went through before I could admit that I was attracted to you. What the hell are you even accusing me of? Being nice? Fuck you! I'm going to take a shower." With that, Sanji left the room, without looking back.

Sighing, Zoro picked up the dishes and walked to the sink. He didn't get the chance to say something back, so he could better wait until the blonde had cooled off a bit.

Slowly, he started doing the dishes. Sanji had cleaned up most of the mess already, as he always did, so there wasn't much to do except wash the pans and plates.

While he was rinsing the last plate with hot water, a loud bang sounded from upstairs. His eyes widened in shock, Zoro barely remembered to turn off the tap before he ran up the stairs, his hands still wet. Out of breath, he knocked on the door of the bathroom. "Sanji. Oi! Are you okay?"

The door wasn't locked, so he opened it. The blonde was lying naked on the floor with a painful look in his face, his plastered leg half covered by the plastic bag that should protect it against the water and the shower already running.

"I'm fine. Stupid leg," he muttered.

"Let me help you."

Sanji scowled at him, but didn't protest when Zoro lifted him up on the toilet seat he had fallen off of. The green haired man pulled the bag up and tied the string around Sanji's leg, tight enough that the water couldn't get in, but not so tight it would pinch off the blood flow.

"Why are you suddenly so insecure, anyway?" the blonde asked softly.

Zoro sighed, but didn't look up from his task. "I'm just… frustrated, I guess. You never touch girls, so seeing you hug her like that… We hardly see each other lately."

Sanji looked at him and sighed. "Idiot Marimo."

Zoro helped him stand up, but much to his surprise, Sanji wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. It was slow, but the swordsman's brain wasn't fully functioning yet. Still, he opened his mouth when Sanji demanded entrance.

The blonde's hands roamed his body, lifting up his shirt and they only parted to fully pull off the fabric. Sanji gave Zoro a teasing smile before he disappeared behind the shower curtain. A pale hand poked out and a slender index finger beckoned him closer.

Zoro's eyebrows shot up and he had never undressed faster in his life. He jumped into the shower and pinned Sanji against the tiled wall, hardly noticing the hot water hitting his skin. Sanji chuckled, but wrapped his arms around his lover anyway and passionately kissed back.

Zoro moved his lips to Sanji's slender neck and enjoyed the feeling of the blonde arching his back so their bodies made more contact. "I do know what you went through," he muttered against the pale skin. "'m Sorry."

"Shitty swordsman," the chef mumbled before he pulled Zoro's head back up to kiss his lips again.

Zoro hadn't realised how much he had missed his shit cook until now. Sure, he had trained and meditated a little more often with the lack of other physical activities, but Sanji hadn't been around much, so no temptation, but now that he had his lover here, hot and wet, he wanted nothing more than to be inside him and show him how much he missed him. His hands wandered to the blonde's lower back, cupping his ass and looking at him questioningly.

Sanji pulled him back in a heated kiss, which Zoro took as a yes. He pulled away the shower curtain and jumped out from the hot spray, uncaring how he made the floor and their clothes that were still scattered around, wet. He looked over his shoulder. Sanji was still standing against the wall the green haired man had pinned him against, holding himself upright by the handle they had installed after Sanji broke his leg. His cheeks were stained with a flush that wasn't just caused by the warm water that still ran over him and his excitement was clearly visible.

Hastily, Zoro rummaged through a drawer until he found the small bottle of lube they kept there. He only noticed how cold he was when he pulled the curtain close behind him and Sanji's heated body pressed against him.

Zoro sank to his knees, looking up to the blonde's flushed face before he took his lover's erection in his mouth. With one hand, he opened the bottle of lube and poured some on his fingers, using Sanji's body as a field against the water, so the lubricant wouldn't wash away. While he worked the chef with his mouth, he pressed the first finger inside. Above him, Sanji moaned, but did have the sense to readjust the shower head so it wasn't spraying in Zoro's face anymore. Next, he almost pulled it off the wall when the green haired man started moving his finger.

Even though it had been a while since they had sex, Sanji's body seemed to welcome him with open arms. Soon, Zoro could add a second and a third finger, which was a good thing, because he was getting impatient. Hearing his boyfriend make noises like that made it harder and harder to concentrate on his task, no matter how enjoyable it was. He could feel the blonde's stagger for a moment and he decided it was enough. Letting go of his lover's erection, he rose again, only allowing a few seconds without any contact.

Sanji pulled the bottle of lube from his hands and coated the green haired man's cock, thicker than usual because the water washed part of it away. Zoro noted that the blonde's knuckles of the hand he used to keep himself up were white. Lifting the chef a little to gain easier access, he finally pushed inside the paler body with a satisfied groan. Slender hands made their way up his neck and entangled with his hair. Zoro lifted him higher and Sanji let go of the handle, entirely leaning on the swordsman now. He wrapped his healthy leg around the green haired man's body, his broken one poking out of the shower curtain, but neither of them cared if the bathroom became wet — or wetter, after Zoro's action from earlier.

The green haired man made sure he was standing steady when he pulled out, only to push back in again. Sanji let out a pleasured sigh and the swordsman repeated his action. Neither of them felt the hot water on their heated skin anymore as they moved in rhythm. From this position, there wasn't much Sanji could do, but still his wiggling added to their pleasure. Zoro pressed his forehead against the blonde's. Sanji was being sandwiched between him and the wall, but the chef hardly minded.

The swordsman could hear his lover pant in his ear and he himself wasn't in a better state. As much as he wanted to prolong it as long as he could, Zoro could feel that he was close. He adjusted his position a bit so he could free a hand to start stroking his lover's cock, but thanks to his changed position, the shower took care of that for him. The small sprays hit the sensitive skin and it only took a few seconds before Sanji started to squirm. His body clenched around Zoro's erection, making it almost impossible to keep up his rhythm. The swordsman managed a few more thrusts before he couldn't hold back anymore. Whispering Sanji's name in the blonde's ear, he came.

They both needed a moment to catch their breath. Zoro leaned with his forehead against his lover's, his eyes closed and smiling.

After a while, Sanji gave him a push against his chest and the green haired man took the hint. He pulled out, placing the blonde back on his own feet – or rather, foot. Sanji's leg gave in and Zoro could catch him just in time. "Careful now," he grinned, "we wouldn't want you to break your other leg as well."

"Shut up," Sanji replied and grabbed the shampoo bottle. "You know," he continued as he squirted some of the substance on his hands and started to massage it onto Zoro's scalp, "I notice all the things you do since I broke my leg and I do appreciate them, you know."

The swordsman hummed, enjoying the feeling of Sanji's nimble fingers on his head. It was as close as he would get to a thank you.

The blonde pushed his head under the spray to rinse out the shampoo and Zoro closed his eyes to prevent it from dripping in his eyes. For a moment, the green haired man could feel Sanji's finger tracing the scar over his eye.

"I love you."

When Zoro opened his eyes again, Sanji was busy opening the bottle of conditioner and pretending really hard he didn't say anything just now.

Zoro smirked. "Love you too, Curly-brow."

After their little adventure in the shower, Sanji and Zoro made sure that they made time for each other more often. Whether it was going on a date, stay at home and watch a movie or having sex, at least now they saw each other on a regular basis.

Two weeks later it was time for Sanji's plaster to be removed, despite him ignoring doctor's orders and kicking the crap out of his asshole of a boyfriend when he deserved it. His leg felt a little weird, but the doctor assured him if he used it normally – but not excessively – it would go back to normal.

Right now, however, not using his leg excessively was the last thing on his mind. He was planning dinner tonight, as they had invited Koshiro to come over to be properly introduced, under better circumstances. And for some reason it had seemed like a good idea to invite Zeff as well, so the fathers could become acquainted. Sanji was sure he had acted in a fit of madness, because it was never a good idea to invite Zeff to anything. However, it had happened and as Zoro was a useless bastard, the planning, preparing and cooking all rested on the blonde's shoulders.

Said useless bastard was lying lazily on the couch. "Quit fussing, would ya? You already met Koshiro, so what's the big deal?"

Sanji stopped mid-pacing. "That time I had other things on my mind, since you were in a coma. Which I'm going to kick you back into if you don't move your ass and get some more eggs from the store."

Zoro got up and snickered. "You're so cute."

"Fuck off!"

"Not right now." Zoro pulled the struggling Sanji next to him on the couch and started kissing him. Slowly, the resistance faded away and the blonde gave in. He allowed himself to be kissed, but after a while he stopped his boyfriend by placing a hand on his chest. "But what if he doesn't like me?"

"Then I'm afraid we'll have to break it off." Zoro stared at him with a serious face for a moment before sighing. "Will you lighten up already? Koshiro's already met you and he's a good judge of character. Though that might mean you're in trouble," he added with a smirk.

"Shut up, shitty Moss-head!" Sanji dove on top of him, glad that he could bend both legs again to pin his boyfriend down. "You're only this calm because you're at the same level as the shitty old fart and you can conspire against me."

Zoro let his hands run up the blonde's strong upper legs. "Just sit down and look pretty and everything will be fine. As soon as you open your mouth, however…" He was kind of surprised his neck wasn't snapped like a twig.

The doorbell rang and immediately Sanji started to fumble with his clothes again. "How do I look?"

The green haired man observed him a little too intensely, but just when the blonde was about to yell at him, he tapped against his temple. "You got something here."

"Why would there be anything–" Sanji was actually reaching up when he saw the smirk on his boyfriend's face. "Are you talking about my eyebrow, you shitty bastard?!"

Snickering, Zoro dove under his leg. "Easy now, we have company." And he opened the door.

Sanji immediately lowered his leg again when he recognised the elderly man with the glasses. "Ah, please come in, Mr…"

Koshiro raised his hand. "Like I said last time, call me Koshiro. Or sensei," he added as he made his way into the living room.

Sanji was about to follow him, when Zoro stopped him. "Will you get that stick out of your ass?" To emphasise his words, he slapped the blonde's butt before entering the living room.

Sanji decided not to kill him – for now – and went to the kitchen to make tea. When he came back, Koshiro was sitting on the couch, with Zoro next to him. Noticing the blonde, the elder man looked up from their conversation and smiled friendly. "So I understood that your father will be joining us too?"

"Yeah, sorry about that," Sanji muttered as he placed the teapot and the cups on the coffee table.

Koshiro raised an eyebrow. "What for? I'd be delighted to meet him."

"He can be a little… difficult to deal with." It was tempting to start a rant about the shitty old bastard, but the colourful language he would have to use would probably not be appreciated. So he just took a seat and picked up a cup. "He is working today, so he'll be joining us around dinner time."

Koshiro nodded and an awkward silence fell in the room. Not knowing what to say, Sanji pretended to take a long sip from his tea. It would have been better if Koshiro had been a woman. If there was something he could do, it was talk to women. With men, however, he never knew quite what to say and Zoro wasn't really helping. And he was trying so hard to make a good impression!

"So, I hear the restaurant is back in business," Koshiro helpfully offered.

Sanji perked up. The restaurant, that he could talk about. He started telling about their new place and he was so engrossed with his story, he hardly noticed it when Zoro got up to refill the teapot until the green haired man placed his hand on the blonde's leg for a moment.

When Zoro came back, the topic changed to him joining the police academy. Sanji had to admit that it was a pleasant afternoon, though it disturbed him a little that there was no yelling. Both the blonde and the swordsman didn't piss each other off like usual. Despite Zoro telling him he didn't have to behave any differently around the elder swordsman, the green haired man himself was slightly politer than usual as well. It shocked the chef a little that the marimo was capable of that, but he realised Koshiro was his old sensei, so he must have a lot of respect for the man. But it was nice to have a pleasant conversation like this. Sanji dreaded the arrival of his old man.

Zeff arrived when Sanji had excused himself to start dinner – insofar he hadn't prepared it beforehand. The blonde could hear the gruff voice in the hallway despite the cooker hood being on. Quickly, he washed his hands and not even bothering to take off his pink apron, he hasted himself to the living room to prevent direct contact between Koshiro and the old fart without his supervision.

"Eggplant," the elder chef greeted him gruffly.

"Old man," Sanji said in the same tone.

"Koshiro." The elder man held out his hand to Zeff.

"Zeff."

"Marimo," Sanji growled dangerously when he saw that Zoro had trouble holding back his laughter.

The green haired man straightened. "Curly-brow."

Again, a silence filled the room until Zeff sniffed the air. "Are you burning something, string bean?"

"Of course not, shitty old…" He trailed off and brusquely turned around to march to the kitchen.

Zeff folded his arms before his chest and huffed. "What's the matter with him? Why's he got a stick up his ass?"

Zoro chuckled. "I said the same thing. But he's desperate to make a good impression." He looked at Koshiro.

"I can hear you, you damn Marimo! Now get your butt here and do something useful for once!" Sanji's voice sounded from the kitchen.

"I was wondering when that famous temper I heard so much about would show," the elder swordsman said smiling as Zoro hurried to the kitchen.

Zeff huffed again. "I do wonder where he gets it from though…"

The evening progressed more pleasantly than Sanji had expected, though he did lose his temper more than once, but so did Zoro and Zeff. During dessert it went even as far that the two blonde's had to be separated, but in all, it went well.

When Sanji went outside into the garden for an after dinner smoke, he was surprised to be joined by Koshiro. He looked at his cigarette. "Does it bother you? I can put it out…"

But the elder swordsman waved his words away. "If I was here for the fresh air, I would have stepped out the front door. You can relax around me, you know."

Sanji didn't respond, instead took a long drag from his cigarette.

"Zoro isn't the easiest person to be around," Koshiro suddenly said. "He never was, but after Kuina's death he started to shut everyone out. He doesn't make friends easily, aside from Luffy, so I was surprised to hear about some blonde he had helped out."

Sanji looked up, his eyebrow raised.

"He tried to hide it, but it was pretty obvious he was smitten." Koshiro smiled. "He doesn't tell me much, but he doesn't have to. I know he isn't into women for a long time, probably even before he realised it himself."

"He was pretty slow in figuring that out," Sanji muttered.

The elder man smiled again. "He usually doesn't care much if he's in a relationship or not. I never met any of the people he went out with, but none of them were long term anyway. Zoro cherishes his friends and that seemed to be enough for him, until you came along."

The blonde took another drag.

"I can't tell you how happy it makes me that you return his feelings. I saw how much it ate you up when he was in that coma. So you can stop trying to impress me – though dinner was delicious – because I know you care deeply about him too." He smiled and placed a hand on Sanji's shoulder. "All I want is for him to be happy and no matter how strange your relationship may seem to the outside world, I know he is. So you have my blessing."

Zoro looked up when Zeff flopped next to him on the couch. "It's good to see you running around again, Grasshopper," the latter remarked.

Inadvertently, Zoro touched the scar over his eye. It didn't hurt anymore, but according to the doctor he would never be able to see again. He didn't mind that much, he could still swordfight as soon as he got used to it and the bonus was that he looked even more intimidating than before.

"Yeah," he replied.

"You've given the eggplant quite a scare, you know. He even dared to accuse me of being responsible." The chef huffed.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "So I assume you kicked that idea right out of him?"

"Damn straight." Zeff plucked his braided moustache. "You listen to me, boy. Admitting he had feelings for you was the hardest thing the eggplant ever had to do, so you better not screw this up, you hear me? Hurt him and I will shove my foot so far up your ass you will never walk without a limp again." There was a moment of silence. "This conversation never happened." With that, the chef made his way to the kitchen like he owned the place.

Sanji brought two glasses of wine into the living room and tiredly flopped down on the couch after handing Zoro one. Koshiro and Zeff both had left, the former had to attend a kendo tournament in a nearby city in the morning, so he stayed there in a hotel.

"So, that didn't go horrible," Zoro said as he wrapped an arm around his boyfriend.

"I suppose it could have been worse." Sanji smirked. "I got his blessing."

"Really? I got a threat to have a foot shoved up my ass."

The blonde chuckled. "You have the worst in-law here. Good luck with that!"

"And whose fault is that, hm?" Zoro climbed on top of him and started to kiss him.

Sanji laughed, but suddenly cursed when his wine spilled over the edge of his glass onto the marimo's shirt. "Fuck."

"Huh." The green haired man tried to see the stain on his back, but despite the fact that his shirt was ruined, he chuckled. "Doesn't that bring back memories."

It did, as it reminded the blonde of the night they met, when he had done the same thing, but that night he was drunk and had offered Zoro the green haired man's shirt the blonde was wearing at the time, which had led to… other events. He flushed. "Just take it off and I'll get the stain out, Marimo."

Zoro rose and did what he was told, though he did it slowly and teasingly, and Sanji couldn't help but enjoy the show. Once the shirt was tossed at him and all those nice abs were revealed, the blonde took one longing look before he remembered his task. In the kitchen, he poured some white wine over the stain to neutralise the red colouring in the wine and after that, he went upstairs to wash the wine out of the shirt.

When he was done with the stain, he went downstairs again. "After washing, your shirt will be as good as ne– Woah!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was pulled onto the rug and straddled by a very naked Zoro. He considered complaining, but then decided against it. Not that he had much choice in the matter when hungry lips were pressed against his own. Despite everything, Sanji couldn't help but chuckle and as the swordsman's lips moved to his jaw, he said: "I'm starting to think you made me spill my wine on purpose."

Zoro hummed. "It just brought back memories."

Sanji's eyes flicked over to the fireplace and a smirk appeared on his face. "I'm not drunk now, though."

"Now you don't need to be." Zoro started kissing him again.

Sanji wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck and moaned pleased. His shirt was unbuttoned in the blink of an eye – Zoro had become very good at that and didn't even rip off any buttons anymore, though Sanji had made him reattach many of them while he was still practising – and impatient hands undid his pants.

Sanji's hands slid along the swordsman's thighs, loving the feeling of hard muscles beneath them. Suddenly, Zoro moved away and Sanji was about to complain when the man returned with a bottle of lube. He took his seat again on the blonde's lap and Sanji took over the bottle of lube while the green haired man attacked his lips again. The chef coated his fingers with the lubricant, spilling some of it on the carpet, which he didn't particularly care about right now, and brought his hand to Zoro's back.

The swordsman flinched for a moment when the cold fingers entered him, but relaxed soon enough. After Sanji was done prepping and teasing him – taking longer than necessary to get Zoro all flushed and on the verge of begging – the blonde pulled his fingers out and the green haired man lifted himself to give Sanji a chance to lube his cock and align himself before Zoro lowered his body again. When he was fully sheathed, he slowly started to roll his hips.

They tried out this position when Sanji's leg was still in a cast, because it meant the blonde didn't have to do much – though he tried – and his leg wasn't stuck awkwardly in the air as when Zoro fucked him. The blonde was quite fond of the position, as it gave him a nice view of Zoro's flustered face, pleasure written all over it, his abs contracting and relaxing with every move. He reached up to pull the green haired man close, their tongues intertwining when they deepened the kiss.

Sanji could feel the other's movements becoming erratic and he reached between them to stroke him to completion. Zoro's body started to shake and Sanji snapped up his hips a few times until he was in the same state.

The green haired man collapsed on top of him, his heavy breath blowing against his neck. "Oi, Marimo, don't fall asleep on me like this." He knew his lover all too well.

Zoro hummed and rolled off of Sanji, causing the blonde to flinch when he was pulled out. He rolled onto his back, lying close to the fire. "Fuck, I think I have rug burns on my shins."

Sanji let out a laugh. "I've got them on my ass. This was your idea, anyway."

"Didn't think you'd let me. You yelled for half an hour when I dropped my plate onto it."

"Because it was laden with spaghetti in tomato sauce! You know how hard it is to remove those stains?" Sanji sighed and shook his head. "But you were right, it did bring back memories."

Zoro didn't respond, but slipped his hand into Sanji's as they lay next to each other on the rug, the fire keeping them warm.

They had come a long way since that first night when Sanji had become drunk and the green haired man had 'relieved' him in front of the fireplace in his house. That night Sanji had thought it was the worst night of his life, with his girlfriend breaking up with him, the Baratie burning down, his stolen wallet, the rain…

He noticed the soft tapping against the glass and smiled when he realised it was raining now as well. Yes, all that time ago, he had thought he hit rock bottom. Only now he realised he hit the jackpot that night. He had met Zoro, the person who had changed his life.

"What are you smiling about?" the green haired man asked a little suspiciously,

"Nothing." Like hell he was going to tell the marimo that.

~ The end