chapter 13

Zeff parked his car on the curb in front of Sanji's apartment building. Who cared anyway? If it wasn't for the 24hour store located on this street no one but the residents would even know it existed. Zeff got out of the car, huffing as he reached out to grab the tray of dessert out of the passenger seat.

With a deep breath and a determined grunt, Zeff began making his way up the stairs to Sanji's apartment, cursing the icy steps as he held tightly onto the handrail just in case his peg leg slipped off the edge. The tray of Tiramisu was balanced perfectly in his hands nonetheless, decades of restaurant experience making his hands more steady than his worn old legs.

He made it up to Sanji's door, glaring at the lady who'd been watching him with suspicious, narrowed eyes through her curtains. The eye contact seemed to scare her back into her apartment, and Zeff pressed a finger into the doorbell.

Nothing happened. Not a light or a sound, it had to be broken, or perhaps unplugged. Zeff's blood pressure started rising. He'd been concerned about this, he hadn't heard a word from Sanji since he left for work two days ago. Zeff beat on the door.

"EGGPLANT. It's me! Open the door." Zeff barked at the door, hearing something from inside. He waited for Sanji to answer, but when he didn't hear any footsteps, his patience ran out.

"You brat! Where's your respect for your elders!?" Zeff beat on the door again, frowning at the doorknob as he tried to turn it; the door was locked. His mustache was standing on ends by this point, Sanji was in there, he could HEAR it. How DARE the brat leave him out here in the cold!? Zeff huffed angrily, he couldn't kick the door in, the steps were too slippery with ice for him to risk it.

"You better be having sex in there or else I'll have your hide!" Zeff angrily beat on the door again, and this time he could hear a really loud laughter erupting from inside, followed by Sanji's familiar snarks of anger. There were a few thuds and rushed heavy footsteps, and a moment later the front door opened slightly, Sanji's completely red face visible through the crack.

"Why do you live to embarrass me?" Sanji hissed through grit teeth, his hair disheveled and lips flushed. "I'm very busy right now."

"You boys can fuck after dessert." Zeff declared loudly, elbowing the door open and kicking his shoe off in the front hall. Sanji was standing there in his underwear, and Zeff thrust the freezing tray of tiramisu into his arms as he wiped his prosthetic on the mat. "We'll need some coffee and plates, eggplant."

Ignoring Sanji's shocked and half-audible protests, Zeff hung his scarf on the oven and rubbed together his cold hands as he entered the apartment. Sanji angrily stomped his way over to the kitchen with the tray of dessert, cursing Zeff's sudden visit as he started making coffee. Zeff ignored his idiot eggplant's foul mood, walking into the living area where Zoro was staring at him in slight apprehension, only in his underwear and halfway through pulling his pants on; backwards.

"Don't bother grass-head. You'll just have to take them off again when I leave." Zeff shrugged, making his way over to the chair and sitting down with a grunt, fishing a remote control out of the seat with slight effort before he got comfortable. "So the brat finally got into your pants then?"

Zoro's brows rose up on his broad forehead at the suggestion, amused smirk curling his lips. He glanced to the kitchen briefly before turning back to the old chef, laugher in his voice as he nodded once. "Just last night actually."

"Good." Zeff huffed, nodding in approval. "You were both acting so terribly stubborn I was worried you'd end up dancing around it until spring." Zeff crossed his pegleg over his knee, watching as Sanji stormed back into the conversation, red in the face.

"What exactly are you two bastards talking about?" Sanji huffed, cigarette dangling from his lips as he glanced from one man to the other suspiciously. He was carrying properly divided desserts and a pot of coffee, somehow balancing all of it on a tray confidently.

"Nice limp you got there, eggplant." Zeff huffed casually, watching Sanji freeze on the spot and turn scarlet, smoke practically coming out of his ears. Zoro howled in amusement, head thrown back and ears reddening slightly as Sanji slammed the tray of on the table and threw Zoro's pants at his face.

"STOP LAUGHING AND PUT ON SOME PANTS, YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS YOUR FAULT." Sanji snarled, red down to his chest as he exhaled the smoke through his nose threateningly. "-and YOU!" Sanji huffed angrily, voice rising slightly in pitch as he pointed at Zeff, who casually reached out for his coffee.

"Hm?" Zeff didn't even bat an eye to Sanji's anger, he'd survived the brat's hormonal teenage tantrums, sexual frustration and embarrassment didn't even faze him.

"What are you doing here!?" Sanji frowned, lighting himself another cigarette as Zoro slowly reached out for the nicely arranged dessert cups on the table. Zeff casually gestured to Zoro to pass him one of them, but Sanji refused to stand down even as the other two began eating. "-and don't say this is leftover Tiramisu from the restaurant! You made this yourself."

Zeff's brow furrowed, his excuse swiped from him before he had a chance to use it. Damn that Sanji and his ability to tell Zeff's cooking apart from all other foods. He trained him too well it seemed.

"I came to see how it went; the boss-seducing that is." Zeff shrugged, looking at Zoro who almost choked on his spoon at the words. "I figured either it was a success, or it failed and you were shutting yourself away from the world and moping." Zeff hummed, taking another sip of his coffee as he avoided eye contact with his idiot son. "-Tiramisu seemed to be appropriate for both scenarios."

"I don't mope." Sanji muttered under his breath, his ears remaining bright red, but his eyes fell down to the dessert with slight regret. "-and I don't have an obligation to update you on my love life."

"That's why I'm here. To keep myself updated." Zeff watched Sanji fiddle with his cigarette for a moment, finishing it off and taking a sip of coffee before he joined them in eating. Zeff huffed and rolled his eyes theatrically at Zoro, who fought back a smirk under the angry glare of Sanji. Making fun of his baby eggplant was much more satisfying with an audience.

"I'm assuming you two are going out now?" Zeff hummed with a rub of his bad knee. "After all that drama and stupidity you two made me go through; this better be more than casual fucking."

Sanji made a choked noise of embarrassment over the edge of his coffee, staring at Zeff in a mix of horror and utter mortification. Zeff watched the two idiots exchange glances and apparently read each other's mind, because both of them managed to huff out an embarrassed confirmation in unison.

Zeff sat back and watched them for a moment, both of their gazes fixed to their desserts as their faces reddened considerably. The silence was almost thick enough to cut, and Zeff's old heart felt a little lighter when he watched Sanji's lips twitch in a smile. At least his idiot son was happy. If Sanji was happy, he was happy.

"Just don't mess this one up, eggplant." Zeff huffed, pointing at Sanji with his spoon, the blond glancing up at him with eyes narrowed in annoyance. Zeff could tell his son was about to argue something, so instead he ignored him and turned to Zoro.

"I mean it. Don't let this idiot mess this up, y'hear me?" Zeff huffed, pointing to Sanji with his spoon as he turned his full attention to Zoro, who seemed confused. "Don't give me that how-could-he-ever-mess-up-he's-perfect look!"

Zoro's suddenly burst out in a violent coughing fit, wide eyes trained to Zeff in almost terror as he tried to get the cream he just inhaled out of his lungs. His face was completely red, a mix of embarrassment and lack of oxygen Zeff assumed. Sanji rushed to the kitchen to get a glass of water, cursing the entire time until he returned, cheeks red as well.

Zeff waited for Zoro to stop coughing his lungs out before he continued. "Do you know why this brat doesn't have his professional cooking permit?"

Sanji immediately started making sounds of disapproval, standing up and arguing until Zeff raised a hand up to silence his son. His eyes fixated on Zoro, who was looking back intensely. Sanji sat back down, hands shaking slightly as he lit himself another cigarette.

"He told me you got sick, so he had to leave before he finished his exam." Zoro nodded and Sanji guiltily glanced down at the floor, hands buried in his jeans pockets.

"He didn't have to leave. I came down with pneumonia and because of my age and heart condition they wanted to keep me overnight at the hospital." Zeff frowned, looking at Sanji who was staring at the floor by this point. "I asked them not to call this idiot, but they did and he rushed back the day before the exam."

"I was worried." Sanji grit his teeth, glaring at the floor. "The doctor mentioned your heart condition and talked about how pneumonia can affect older people and-"

"You rushed back for nothing." Zeff said harshly, and he could see Sanji flinch on the couch.

"IT WASN'T NOTHING." Sanji stood up, grabbing the coffee pot. "I DON'T REGRET IT. I'M GOING TO GET MORE COFFEE."

Zoro watched Sanji leave with a tense look on his face, his brow slightly furrowed when he turned to Zeff. The old man's mustache twitched slightly in annoyance at the angry look on Zoro's face. Zeff scoffed.

"He's my idiot son. I only tell him what he has to hear." Zeff leant forward, looking Zoro dead in the eyes. "Now tell me grass head... What if he'd given up something that important for your sake?"

Zoro seemed to think about it, the anger on his face mellowing out slightly as he tried to read the old man's face. Zeff watched him contemplate it, the way the swordsman glanced towards the kitchen and idly scratched at his temple.

"I'd punch him in the face." Zoro confessed with a sigh, rubbing his face and leaning back on the couch. Zeff smiled wide, laughing merrily at the swordsman's exhausted expression.

"That's exactly what the idiot needs." Zeff hummed, glancing towards the kitchen where Sanji was angrily glaring at the coffee drip into the pot. "He tends to put others first no matter what. Like you and your job at the store."

Zoro's eye opened wide, he stared at Zeff as Sanji reentered the room, putting the coffee pot down as he took his seat next to Zoro. Sanji glanced from boyfriend to his old man, curled eyebrows narrowing in distaste.

"What did you just say to him, old fart?" Sanji huffed, his mood clearly sour from the earlier exchange.

"I just mentioned how you didn't want to ruin his career by dating him." Zeff said casually, refilling his coffee cup and sitting back to watch Sanji pale slightly, turning to look at Zoro, who was glaring back at him.

"It's a completely legitimate concern!" Sanji huffed, shaking his head as he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "I mean, if people found out about us, you could get fired. I don't want you to lose your job because of-"

"-It would be an excellent reason to get fired actually." Zoro interrupted, jaw tense. "It's not like there's a lot at risk here. Even IF someone gave a shit; it's just a shitty position at a shitty little store."

"Well it's still something! It's your JOB." Sanji argued back, kicking Zoro in the shin. "-and it didn't actually stop me! I kissed you first and you're practically naked on my couch right now, at least take in all the facts before you get pissy!"

Zeff cleared his throat loudly, and both men jolted on the couch as if they had forgotten he was there. Zeff sighed as he stood up, nodding towards the door. "I'm too old for all this sexual tension, I'll see myself out."

Sanji jumped to his feet hurriedly, following Zeff to the front door and awkwardly plugging in his doorbell as Zeff worked his shoe on. As soon as Zeff was done wrapping his scarf up Sanji held out his coat for him, frowning at him over the neckline.

"Call before you visit next time. I have a boyfriend now." Sanji huffed, awkwardly shifting on his feet as he glanced over to Zoro eagerly. "Things would have been VERY embarrassing if you'd shown up 15 minutes later."

"You are making a fuss." Zeff huffed. "All you had to do was tell me you were having sex."

"Why? WHY are you such a giant embarrassment?" Sanji looked like he wanted to collapse in on himself at the thought, face red and his expression pained. "-just, from now on call before you come over."

"I want you to come over for dinner tomorrow." Zeff ignored Sanji's request and turned to Zoro, who was busy scraping the dessert from the corner of the container with his spoon. "Did you hear that grasshead? Dinner at Baratie tomorrow. 7pm. Wear pants."

Zoro's brows rose with his spoon frozen in his mouth, eye glancing from Sanji to Zeff. Then he nodded once in confirmation and Zeff turned back to Sanji.

"I like this one. Don't mess this up." Zeff said as low as he could, patting Sanji on the shoulder before he pulled the door open. Sanji watched his old man make his way down the stairs, peg leg leaving marks in the ice as he made his way to his car.

"I won't." Sanji said confidently, waving once before closing the door to his apartment.

Zeff smiled. What a spectacularly idiotic duo.

"He's gone." Sanji watched his old man drive away through the living room window, letting the curtain fall back as he walked over to the couch to sit himself down next to Zoro.

"Your old man is hilarious." Zoro chuckled, tossing the spoon into the bowl as he licked dessert of his lip. Damn that Zoro, Sanji had been planning to do that for him. "But was he serious about you keeping away from me because of my job?"

"Why do I have a feeling that you two getting along is just going to make my life a giant pain in the ass?" Sanji huffed, lighting himself a cigarette. "-and yeah, I never really thought about it because you were my boss."

"That didn't seem to be a problem for you earlier today" Zoro helpfully suggested lecherously, smirking at Sanji who exhaled smoke through his nose angrily, pulling his legs up onto the couch. "If I remember correctly, you got off on making out in my office."

"So I did." Sanji sighed angrily, flicking the ashes off his cigarette. "They make porn about that stuff for a reason I guess."

"So what is the problem?"

"Listen moss brain, I might be dying to suck you off during work hours, but I don't want you to be fired because of me." Sanji prodded a finger into Zoro's chest menacingly. "I'm not going to break up with you over it either, so just work with me and keep it a secret until we work stuff out."

"Until we 'work stuff out', huh?" Zoro hummed, head tilting back slightly. "-like what stuff?"

"Ugh, you know! Until you get a contract you like or I get my certificate or whatever, are you stupid?" Sanji rolled his eyes. "I'll take the test in about half a year, so surely you can keep your mouth shut until then?"

"I'm not a fan of hiding stuff. Lying and pretending is just going to make things complicated and dramatic." Zoro huffed, crossing his arms. "-besides I already told Luffy."

"YOU ALREADY TOLD SOMEONE?" Sanji yelled and slapped Zoro's shoulder. "ARE YOU A TEENAGE GIRL? WHEN!?"

"Today at work? He came by to buy up our stock of pepperoni rolls and asked why I-" Zoro stopped talking, reddening slightly as he grabbed his cup of coffee, forcing himself to drink the now lukewarm brew.

"He asked why you what?" Sanji prodded, eyebrow arched, "I thought you just said you didn't want to hide stuff."

"Arhg fine!" Zoro huffed, grimacing around his cup. "-he asked why I looked so happy, so I told him."

Sanji face-palmed with both hands. He had to, how else was he going to hide the rush of emotion on his face. He could barely control his lips and his face was heating up like crazy. How the hell was he supposed to respond to something like that!?

"Besides, Perona probably knows." Zoro hummed contemplatively. "Usopp probably knows too, since Perona likes to try to get a rise out of him."

"Ugh." Sanji sighed, rubbing his face in attempt to regain control of it. "So everyone knows?"

"I don't see why this bothers you so much-"

"I don't want everyone to know I'm sleeping with my boss!" Sanji grit through his teeth, sitting up to grab onto Zoro's shoulder in agitation. "My reputation will-"

"Are you ashamed of me or something?" Zoro's brow furrowed and Sanji sank back, shaking his head.

"No. I probably should be, you're really stupid and your hair is ridiculous after all, but no. I just..." Sanji sighed, running his finger over Zoro's forearm. "What if you get fired... and the others blame me? The staff really likes you Zoro, you're a... pretty good boss. They'd get pissed off at me if you got fired."

"I'm a good boss?" Zoro's brow arched. "Huh. I had no idea."

"If you were a shitty boss I wouldn't be sleeping with you." Sanji commented coldly, rolling his eyes at Zoro's stupidity. He scooted over to Zoro's lap, attempting to resume where they left off when Zeff interrupted them. He pressed a gentle kiss to Zoro's neck, earning a hum from the older man.

"So now that you understand what's at stake, let's keep it a secret for now." Sanji suggested, speaking against Zoro's neck. He was so emotionally frayed he just wanted to stop thinking for a bit. Just relax and enjoy Zoro's presence.

Zoro's hands ran down Sanji's body, over his shirt and then underneath it at the small of his back. Sanji hummed contently as Zoro's fingers slid under the hem of his pants, pressing into faint bruises from the night before.

"Is this why you wanted to move our date here?" Zoro said seriously, and Sanji stopped breathing for a bit, closing his eyes in shame as he rested his forehead against Zoro's collarbone.

"Yeah." Sanji confessed, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. How could he have thought that he'd be able to sneak his way out of public dates for half a year? Zoro rumbled in what sounded like disapproval, but he didn't push him away or stop touching him, so Sanji placed a few apologetic kisses on Zoro's shoulder.

"Why can't you just take the exam and get your certificate now?" Zoro huffed, his hands returning to the small of Sanji's back. "I'm sure they'll make an exception if you explain why you ran off and offer them some cash."

"It's more complicated than that." Sanji hummed with a terribly exasperated tone, sighing against Zoro's body as he ran his hands down his scarred chest. "The only one who can give out the certificate is Ivankov. He's a famous Chef; so he's extremely busy and not even in the country most of the time."

"Can't you get someone else to grade you-"

"NO." Sanji snarled, fingernails scraping against Zoro's stomach as his gaze snapped up to Zoro's eyes. "Ivankov is the best. I want to serve my original meal to the BEST and hear that it's the best he's ever had. I'm going to get the bastard's name on my certificate. I will settle for NO LESS." Sanji was panting by this point, staring at Zoro with such fire in his eyes. Zoro's breathing got a bit harsher, his eyes glazing over with lust.

"I see. The best, huh?" Zoro said calmly, his hands resumed sliding down the back of Sanji's pants. "I can relate to that."

"Yes." Sanji seemed to catch himself, arching his back slightly as of Zoro's hands popped the button on his jeans open. "Even if I have to wait another 7 shitty months, I'll do it."

"That Ivankov name sounds familiar." Zoro mused after a moment of contemplation, the words spoken into Sanji's neck, his tongue following Sanji's artery, tasting his rapidly rising pulse.

"Duh." Sanji rolled his eyes, grinding down on Zoro's lap as the older man started working Sanji's pants down. "He's famous. He has like, three TV shows, his own line of appliances, and we sell his special brand allergy-free Almond Milk at the store. If you HADN'T heard his name, you'd be blind and stupid."

"You can't expect me to remember every single brand of milk in the store." Zoro hummed against Sanji's neck, biting on the skin slightly as he gripped his hips firmly. "Raise your hips for me."

Sanji did as he was told, rising up on his knees so Zoro could pull his pants down to his upper thighs. Zoro's lips trailed down the skin of his chest, kissing and nibbling on the pale skin as he worked Sanji's erection free and wrapped his hand around it, teasing the head with his thumb.

"You would remember if you worked a register." Sanji moaned and leant forward, draping himself over Zoro and supporting his weight on the back of the couch. He panted into the top of Zoro's head, grinding into his hand as he shuddered from the pressure. "Where did you hide the lube?"

"I've been sitting on it since your old man burst in, it should be warm." Zoro shifted, pulling the plastic container from under him. "Your ass is still sore, right?"

"Just a bit… I can take-"

"No penetration, got it."

"Damn it Zoro, you could just-"

"No penetration until you're not sore anymore."

"At least use your fingers." Sanji sighed against Zoro's fuzzy green head, moving his hands over to Zoro's shoulders as he heard the container open. "But about work, you'll keep it a secret, right?"

Zoro huffed, he didn't sound happy about the question as he slid lube coated fingers along the head of Sanji's erection. "We shouldn't have to."

"But you will, right?" Sanji said again, sitting down on Zoro's lap slapping his hands away from his dick.

Zoro sighed, bringing a hand up to rub at his scar, but realizing his hand was dripping in lubricant just a moment too late and smearing it over his eyebrow with a sudden disgusted sound. Sanji erupted with laughter, clutching his stomach and leaning forward, watching Zoro attempt to wipe the lubricant off his closed eye with a surly frown.

"You are such an idiot, holy shit" Sanji snorted, pulling off his shirt and wiping Zoro's face clean of the slippery substance. Sanji watched Zoro's expression soften slightly, eyes narrowed in thought.

"Just until either of us gets a better job, right?"

"Keyword being: Better. Don't quit your job because of me Zoro. If you do I'm going to beat you to a pulp." Sanji threatened and Zoro's eyes narrowed slightly, then he sighed audibly and planted a kiss on Sanji's shoulder.

"Fine. Since it's that important to you." Zoro huffed and Sanji settled back on the older man's lap, planting kisses on his neck as Zoro's hand returned to his throbbing erection. Sanji's breath hitched when a calloused finger slid across the slit, following the vein along the underside until it was pressing against the base.

"Thank you." Sanji sighed against Zoro's pulse; he'd never really asked anyone he'd dated for a favor that inconvenienced them as much as this. He felt a bit guilty, making Zoro do something so against his nature, but this was better in the long run. The guilt was instantly wiped away by Zoro's hand wrapping firmly around his erection, sliding upwards and pulling at the skin just enough to make Sanji's entire body shudder.

Zoro's hand felt magnificently unlike his own, firm and rough. Sanji's stomach tensed as he moved his hips against Zoro's hand, breathing hard against Zoro's face as they kissed. Sanji groaned, swallowing thickly as Zoro's hand tightened and slowed even further.

"You are going slow just to piss me off-" Sanji hissed against Zoro's lips, pulling at Zoro's hair in exasperation. "You are such a bastard-"

"Maybe I'm enjoying the view." Zoro's voice rumbled against Sanji's mouth, words sending a shudder down Sanji's back. It should be criminal how guttural that man's voice could get. "-or maybe it's revenge for getting me all riled up at work."

"Bastard, that was your own damn fault" Sanji groaned, grinding his hips against Zoro's palm until a firm hand on his hip stopped him forcibly. "You were the one who called me into your shitty office."

"I didn't know you'd get so into it." Zoro hummed, thumbing the slit. "Straddling me in the chair like that, do you have any idea how hot that was?"

Sanji moaned, he did remember. The creak of the office chair, the feel of the leather and the look on Zoro's face when he was robbed of all control in his own office. Sanji cursed under his breath, his hips jerking instinctively.

The heat was starting to get to him, his skin was flushed from arousal and it almost pained him that Zoro still had his underwear on. He wanted more heat, more contact. He sighed against Zoro's neck, his hands sliding down the older man's body and pressing against warm muscle, hand sinking into flesh as Sanji dragged his tongue along Zoro's artery.

"Zoro… I'm really not that sore..." Sanji suggested, kissing teasingly along his adam's apple. He could see it move as Zoro swallowed thickly. Sanji glanced up, he could see Zoro's eye narrow in temptation. Sanji licked his own lips greedily, pressing their bodies together as he wrapped his arms around Zoro's neck, kissing him heatedly.

He dominated the kiss completely, grinding down on Zoro's clothed erection until the older man moaned loudly into Sanji's mouth. Then Sanji pulled back, moving his full attention to Zoro's neck, sucking down on the skin as he let Zoro regain his breath again. He could hear the larger man's breathing, ragged and peppered with muttered curses.

"Are you sure?" Zoro sighed, almost in defeat. "I don't want to accidentally cause damage just because you're stupid and don't know your limits-"

"Then just sit back and enjoy the show. " Sanji hummed as he pulled back, reaching for the lube. He made sure Zoro was watching as he coated his own fingers, sliding his hand behind him and prodding at his own entrance. Zoro's eye widened slightly, hands stilling on Sanji's hips, grip tight and borderline desperate.

Sanji moaned loudly, the slight sting was rapidly fading, overshadowed by Zoro's fingers digging into his flesh. He felt so wanted, so sexy. He leant forward, resting one hand around the back of the couch behind Zoro's head, his mouth right by Zoro's ear as he prodded and moved his hand. He could feel Zoro's breathing on his shoulder, see the shudder run down his body as Sanji let out a soft gasp right against Zoro's ear.

By the time Sanji deemed himself ready, Zoro was a shaking mess, body tense and his breathing coming out in shallow ragged groans. Sanji pulled his fingers out, wiping them off on the throbbing bulge on Zoro's boxers. Zoro twitched visibly at the contact, jaw tightening as he grunted needily.

"Take off your pants." Sanji demanded, rising up to his knees to give Zoro enough room to wiggle out of his underwear. Zoro obeyed immediately, shedding his underwear with a roll of his hips that Sanji wanted to ride out so bad it ached. Zoro sat back down on the couch, hands running up Sanji's sides almost reverently as he watched the blond with one hazed lust filled eye, Zoro's hands ran back down Sanji's body and down to his thighs, clawing at the skin as Sanji leant forward and reached behind him to position Zoro's dick.

"Pass the lube." Sanji hummed softly, and Zoro scrambled for the lubricant, flicking it open as he passed it to Sanji. The blond let the lube drip onto Zoro's erection straight from the bottle, causing the larger man to groan at the cold, arching his back slightly and gritting his teeth. Sanji chuckled, tossing the bottle onto the couch as he lined himself up with Zoro.

The slight press was welcome, Sanji's body seemed to meld with it, the slick head pressing inside and making Sanji's eyes roll back as he slowly sank down, sigh of relief and arousal slipping from his throat. He seated himself fully, arching his back slightly and rolling his shoulders back, waiting for the subtle sting to fade. Zoro was looking at him with hazed, reverent eyes, hands rubbing soothing circles on his upper thighs as he waited.

"You like it when I ride you, huh?" Sanji purred, leant down to plant a kiss on Zoro's lips. Zoro moaned and kissed back, nodding as he did so and making the kiss slightly clumsy and awkward. Sanji embraced it fully; clumsy and awkward was perfect.

Sanji started moving, letting his legs do the work as he raised himself slowly, watching Zoro's eyes fall on his leg and thigh muscles, fingers tracing the tense curves reverently before Zoro settled back, eyes fixed to Sanji's face as the blond slowly lowered himself again. Zoro's breathing was calm and deep, his shoulders relaxed as Sanji worked himself up and down, getting used to the motion and the feeling of being filled.

"Alright, I'm going to start." Sanji moaned softly, hands settling on Zoro's shoulders in a firm grip. He could see the larger man's entire body tense up, he could feel it in the muscle under his hands. Sanji licked at Zoro's lower lip, coaxing a moan from the older man. A shudder travelled down Sanji's spine, a thrashing heat building in his lower abdomen at the sound. Sanji moaned back, biting on Zoro's lip. Fuck, he was going to ride this bastard into an incoherent mess.

Zoro swallowed thickly, kissing Sanji's neck as the blond started moving faster, bracing himself on Zoro's broad shoulders and rocking his hips forward and back as he raised himself. The couch creaked subtly, the slick sounds were drowned out by Sanji's pleasured panting, soft 'ah's and 'oh's escaping his mouth with each roll of his hips. Zoro groaned, shuddering breaths and occasional grunt of "oh fuck" drowning out the increasing urgency of the couch springs.

Sanji could feel Zoro's hands roaming across his body, never controlling just caressing and encouraging, clawing at his skin and desperately kneading at muscles and curves. He could feel Zoro's palms grinding into his stomach, sliding up his sides until his large hands groped at his chest. He could feel Zoro's fingers digging into flesh, clawing at Sanji's chest slightly before giving his back the same treatment. Sanji bit his lower lip, grunting subtly as he moved faster, urged on by Zoro's voice.

Zoro was getting louder, Sanji loved that he was able to get Zoro this loud. Soft grunts became snarls, huffs of breath became gasps and curses. He could feel Zoro's hips roll upwards, grinding into Sanji's rhythm desperately. Sanji moaned loudly, riding out the movement with ease, drinking in the friction as he let go of Zoro's shoulders. He sat up straight, letting his legs do all the work as he arched his back, watching Zoro's pleasure hazed expression.

"Mmmmh….fuck…." Sanji let the words come easily, pulling at his own hair as he ground down and gyrated his hips greedily. Zoro's hips were moving against him, hands desperately clawing at his thighs. Sanji could see the reddish streaks on his skin; he could feel the need on his flesh. Zoro was practically screaming by this point, head tossed back and sounds spilling out into the air uncontrolled. Sanji was sure some of those sounds were meant to be words, but most of them were so garbled with pleasure he couldn't tell. The urgency and need sent a shudder down Sanji's back, the heat was becoming unbearable and he tightened, watching Zoro's face tense and teeth grit in pleasure.

"SANJnNnnh" Zoro snarled through grit is teeth, body jerking upwards almost violently as he came.

"AHG-FUCK" Sanji grabbed onto his lover for balance, clawing at Zoro's skin as he came over Zoro's chest and stomach unapologetically, riding out his orgasm and catching his breath as Zoro seemed to go limp on the couch. Sanji felt a wave of relaxation wash over him. Heat was rushing down into his toes and up to his head as the overheated blood left his dick and rushed to other parts of his body.

He sighed in satisfaction, a shudder of pleasure still running through his body with no intention of stopping. He felt like sunshine on the inside, warm and sticky and gross and also exhausted. His ass was hurting slightly, but there was no way he was going to tell Zoro that. Not that Zoro seemed capable of processing much at the moment.

Sanji nudged Zoro over to the side of the couch, kissing him gently as he curled comfortably on Zoro's body. He could hear Zoro's breathing slowly stabilize, and as he leant down to rest his head against Zoro's chest, he could hear the older man's heart hammering in his chest. Sanji smiled to himself, tugging the blanket over both of them to protect them from the chill in the air.

"You're going to be the death of me someday." Zoro grunted, hands roaming up and down Sanji's torso, caressing everything he could touch, he nuzzled Sanji's hair gently, inhaling the scent of his shampoo-

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?-" Sanji moved to look up at Zoro, accidentally smacking the top of his head into Zoro's face.

The next 5 minutes were spent trying to ice down Zoro's bleeding lip with an orange flavored popsicle, while arguing about the movie Zoro brought. Sanji didn't actually mind that Zoro brought an action comedy to their supposedly-romantic date; he was mostly just annoyed that Zoro assumed it to be the standard. Everyone knew romantic movies were date standards!

Sanji contemplated his horrible fate, what sort of uncultured savage had he fallen for?

this chapter was Beta'd by MistressHasty!