Zoro Learns Some Manners

…so I’m just borrowing them for the sake of Yaoi. Once I’m done then I promise to wipe them off and give them back ;) Any resemblance to real people is coincidental - these characters are pure fantasy!


Warning: contains a lot of very strong language and steamy Yaoi / boysecks (Zoro x Sanji). Seriously, this time I mean it!


Thanks so much to everyone for reading - it’s been a pleasure having you along for the ride! Also don’t despair that we have reached the end - I have a great love of epilogues ;)

Thanks & much love to all of the writers who have inspired me *awe* everyone whose work I’ve reviewed has contributed to this story! To check out some of the incredible fanfic that has made me the writer I’d like to think I am ;) please check my rec list - in my LJ under ‘Thanks for all the fish’, or on adult-fanfiction.org under recommended reading. I also owe thanks (again!) to Saiyako for being the perfect Zoro sounding board!


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FINAL CHAPTER!!! - minus epilogue


While snowflakes swirled and sunk into the waves, the moon was hidden from view. Inside the galley it was dark and warm, the open wood stove flickering just enough to cast shadows on the entwined lovers. Zoro tightened his grip on Sanji’s wrists. He pushed them back above the blonde’s head and kissed him, hard. He bit the cook’s soft lips and then pushed his head to one side to bite slowly down his long neck. While he was on top, while he had his whole upper body strength focussed on a single point, there was nothing the blonde could do to stop him.


And he was really going to want to stop him.


Zoro knew what Sanji wanted. It was what he had been getting for weeks now. This whole thing had been in the cook’s control. His rules. His way. Everything that Sanji wanted.


No more.


The blonde wanted to fuck and be fucked. He wanted heat, friction, and aching, exploding, desperate, gasping lust. He wanted to be pinned rough and ready. He wanted to struggle, and fight, and spit until the last sweet moment - when he could scream Zoro’s name and just give in …and then call it nothing afterwards. He wanted to fuck and be fucked.


No more.


But Zoro was going to do something terrible to him.


It was his turn to have his way, and he was going to do something that Sanji might never forgive him for.


He was going to make love to him.


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Sanji’s wrists were pressed to the hard wooden floor. His legs were spread wide, knees firmly apart as the swordsman pressed heavily into him, and drew one hand agonisingly slow up the inside of the cook’s thigh.


He could feel the aching need build where Zoro’s weight pressed between his legs. His hips were tilted back, and he was already wishing that the swordsman would take his pants off and pay some attention to his throbbing cock. It was being crushed deliciously into his stomach by the swordsman grinding their bodies slowly together. He could still hear the words ringing in his ears,


…pin you to the deck, make you come so hard you scream, and then fuck you…


…Zoro’s breath hot on his neck and his body so close behind that he could practically fuck him. He always loved dirty talk. He might not be rough, but he’d certainly admit to kinky. To hear the gravel in Zoro’s voice when he said those dirty sexy words… He wanted to be slammed up against a wall right then and fucked into the next room. And now here he was, on the hard floor, with Zoro’s huge, achingly hard cock pressing into him, rubbing his pants, and making him literally squirm with anticipation. Only the thin fabric of their trousers separated him from his one true need.


What was Zoro going to do to him? How was he going to make the blonde scream? So many of his fantasies had already come true.


He’d fucked him in so many positions, hard and desperately hot… He’d been licked, teased, caressed, and fucked by pretty much every part of the swordsman’s anatomy that was capable of the task. What the hell was there left to do?


His mind filled with the delicious possibilities. He felt his cock twitch and he wished that whatever the idiot had planned, he would do it now. The cook wriggled and arched his back, grinding back against the solid hardness which tantalised him so much.


“Take your clothes off moss-head” he said, his voice catching as Zoro’s hands brushed his nipples and slowly trailed down his stomach.


The pressure on his wrists was increased and the cook waited, breathless with need. He could feel Zoro’s breath warm against his skin as he lowered his head and ravaged Sanji’s neck with hot kisses. Suddenly the perfect heat of his lips was gone and Zoro’s hips weren’t pressing him into the deck.


His eyes fluttered and he opened his mouth to throw some abuse at the swordsman to get him to concentrate. Marimo’s face was inches from his own.


“No” he said. Simple and to the point.


“What the hell do you mean, no?!?”


“I mean no. I’m not going to take my clothes off.”


“Well, it’s going to be hard to do this with them on, shit-head” the cook rolled his eyes.


The swordsman yanked him into a sitting position and dark eyes bored into him. Rough hands removed the shirt from his shoulders and the tie from around his neck. The tie was then fastened around Sanji’s wrists.


The swordsman glared at him as he cinched his wrist together, tight. That was more like it… He had hoped from the first time that he had tied the swordsman up that he would take revenge. Hot-and-hard-tied-up-on-the-kitchen-floor sex sounded so fucking good…


“It’s not for your kinky shit, ero-cook,” Zoro’s voice was low and clear. Reading the cook’s mind like it was nothing out of the ordinary. Something about it made Sanji’s skin tingle, “it’s just so you can’t stop me.”


The swordsman kissed the astonished mouth as he tied the blonde’s wrists securely to the leg of the table. Now he could finally sit up and appreciate what he had caught.


The firelight flickered across the blonde’s hard toned body and his perfect hip bones cast irregular shadows. His nipples were hard due to the cold outside, his pale skin still peppered here and there with tiny goose bumps where the heat hadn’t thawed him. The swordsman trailed his hands up those long, long legs and stroked the blonde feather-light on his way up to circle his nipples. He followed his touches with light kisses, hot and breathy on Sanji’s hard nipples and then moving slowly down. He hovered, letting his kisses linger on the planes of muscle below the cook’s belly button. He could smell the hot musk of the cook’s erection. He flicked his hands over the blonde’s pants and earned a soft hiss from his lover’s red lips.


With one hand, he pushed the blonde’s legs firmly apart. With the other, he slowly undid his fly and the button on his black suit pants. He sat back and let his fingers trail idly along the soft fabric, then leaned forward and bit the inside of the cook’s thighs softly. He let his lips hover above the cook’s straining pants and brushed them gently along Sanji’s length. His hips rolled forwards slightly as a moan escaped from the back of his throat. Zoro removed the cook’s shoes and then slowly pulled his trousers off. He rubbed the tip of the cook’s weeping cock with the delicious soft cloth, and then slid them over his thighs revealing mile after mile of those gorgeous, deadly legs. The swordsman leaned close and brushed the last stray hairs from the cook’s perpetually hidden eye. He let his hands circle up the blonde’s leg as he kissed the last traces of smoke from Sanji’s lips. He took the cook in his hand and stroked slowly up his shaft, before rubbing the tip of his cock, and squeezing him tight.


“Fuck me now…” Sanji breathed as Zoro swirled his thumb across the cook’s perineum.


“No.”


Zoro kissed down the cook’s stomach and ran his fingers through his soft blonde pubic hair. He followed with his lips and then trailed his tongue slowly up the underside of Sanji’s twitching cock. He kissed the tip and then twirled his tongue around it, enjoying the taste and the sweet low moans. Slowly he lowered his lips and let the heat of Sanji’s erection fill his mouth. His fingers raked up the cook’s thighs as he flicked his tongue over Sanji’s glans. His touch lingered on the tight sensitive skin on the cook’s balls, stroking in time to his teasingly slow blow-job. He lifted the cook’s ass with his other hand and took the full length deep into his mouth. Sanji squirmed, and he held him fast, caressing him with his tongue and pressing his hips, hungry for more. He could feel the cook was close, so he slid the throbbing cock from his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue as he crawled back up the cook’s body, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses behind him.


“Fuck me now…”


“No. Don’t make me gag you.”


The look on the pervert’s face made it clear that he wouldn’t mind that in the slightest. A gag meant no screaming though…


Zoro found the lube in his pocket and poured a liberal amount on his hand. He placed the bottle within reach and spread the thick oil across both his hands, letting it drip on the cook’s stomach. He closed his lips on Sanji’s scarlet cock again and delicately rolled his tongue around, sucking gently. He slid hand up Sanji’s thigh and then rubbed between his legs, letting the tips of his fingers just brush across the dark pucker below his tight balls. He flicked his tongue slowly, and when the cook rocked his hips forward and moaned out his name, Zoro slipped just one finger inside him. He slid up to his knuckle and let his lips slide down the cook’s full length. He pulled the finger out and pushed it ever so slowly back; the cook whimpered and ground his hips at the sky. Zoro made his movements even slower, to make sure that Sanji’s didn’t come just yet… Then he put another finger with the first, and plunged it agonisingly slow into tight, warm paradise.


“Oh, fuck…” the cook was breathing heavy as Zoro lifted his head and licked the last drops of moisture from his lips. He pulled the blonde’s hips up to get a better angle and slid a third finger inside him. Sanji was hot and tight, his fingers probed deep until he found what he was looking for. He brushed that hard spot and trailed his tongue down the blonde’s cock.


“Zoro… fuck…”


“Shitty-swordsman… fuck… oh fucking…” Sanji gasped and cursed and ground his hips against Zoro’s sure fingers. The swordsman kept massaging him slow and steady, just in the right place as the cook’s swearing got louder and more desperate. He closed his hot mouth over the blonde’s cock and sucked him, the taste driving him crazy with lust. He was desperate with the sounds of Sanji gasping hard and crying out… calling his name… he pumped the blonde’s cock properly… finally giving him the burning friction which he’d been begging for with his squirming body ever since he was tied down.


Sanji went quiet for just a second, and Zoro thought he might just have broken him.


Then just as suddenly, the blonde drew in a huge, deep breath and screamed his lungs out.


“FUCK!!!


Zoro plunged his fingers hard and felt Sanji constrict against his movement. His body convulsed and hot fluid filled the swordsman’s mouth. He swallowed Sanji deep, as the cook gasped and jerked hard against his bonds. Zoro sucked and stroked him as he rode his orgasm and cried out into the winter night. Then the swordsman let his tongue collect the last drops and released Sanji from his lips.


“Now I’m going to fuck you.”


He kissed slowly up Sanji’s stomach, and then attacked the blonde’s lips again. He put his hands up to untie him, and then realised he should probably ask out of courtesy;


“Do you want me to leave you tied up, ero-cook?”


He ground his hips into the cook’s and Sanji moaned. He seemed to be slightly dazed. Zoro undid the tie and then sat back. He slowly peeled off his shirt and haramaki, and then took off his boots. He leaned back in and kissed Sanji’s slowly waking privates. The cook came to his senses and reached up to undo Zoro’s pants and hitch them off his hips. The swordsman took them off, and his boxers, and then leaned back over the blonde. Sanji lay back and looked up at him, legs spread and hair messy from wriggling all over the galley floor. He lay gently on top of the blonde and kissed him deeply. Then he rolled over, pulling the cook on top of him, never breaking the kiss.


Finally Sanji pulled away. He had a strange expression on his face, but it soon passed and then the blonde was kissing his stomach, raking his thighs… oh, fuck… sucking his cock…


He felt the sweet pink tongue circle around him expertly. He stroked and flicked and nibbled, alternating soft strokes with movements so forceful they would hurt anyone who wasn’t inclined the same way as the swordsman. Zoro arched his back and moaned wantonly, he finally didn’t give a shit about trying to conceal it. He liked the types of pain that Sanji inflicted on him; it was like searing heat that amplified every lick, every stroke… every hard, wet second of bliss.


He ran his fingers through the blonde’s hair and pulled his chin up slowly. Their lips and eyes met, and for the first time Zoro truly kissed his lover as he looked deep into his blue, blue eyes.


“Can I fuck you?” the swordsman asked, his voice rumbling in Sanji’s ear.


“I’ve only been begging you for about an hour you bastard!”


Zoro smiled as Sanji spread his coat out in front of the fire and sprawled out on top of it. The swordsman crawled across to him and kissed him deeply, rubbing his cock in the slick oil on the cook’s stomach. The feeling of his erection bumping across the blonde’s abs was enough to send tingles up his spine. He kissed softly down Sanji’s neck and rubbed the cook slowly with one hand. He positioned himself carefully and rubbed his cock against that dark kiss, Sanji’s hips raised to meet him, and the blonde’s hand closed over the swordsman’s.


Zoro looked the cook in the eyes as he slowly pushed into him.


He lifted the cook’s knee just enough to hit that perfect spot, but he made sure he could reach those soft lips. He wanted to kiss him, to taste him, to love him… Slowly he thrust deeper and the cook moaned. He was hard as a rock now, and his legs were braced tight against the swordsman’s. Zoro pulled out slow and even, and then pushed deep, he felt his tip rubbing hard. He closed his eyes.


“Sanji…” he breathed, as he covered the cook’s groaning mouth with kisses.


He lifted his hips and pulled the cook with him, plunging into his heavenly depths. His tongue caressing his mouth, his cock buried in the wet, sweet, heat. He moved slowly, his kiss becoming more forceful as he pulled back further and then sunk to the hilt. Sanji pulled him close and they ground together; Sanji’s cock hard between them, and Zoro’s even harder inside him.


The cook could feel it hitting slowly and surely. The solid heat of it inside him so deep made his cock burn, and once again, as if to read his mind - Zoro’s hand was there. He stroked and caressed as he bent Sanji’s knee back and pushed into him even deeper. He could hear swearing and he was pretty sure it was his own voice. Zoro’s mouth closed over his and his kiss was forceful and passionate.


He pulled the swordsman into him and Zoro pulled them hard together.


“Fuck! Do that again!” Sanji gasped.


The swordsman nibbled the cook’s lips gently and used every bit of his self control to pull slowly back - he could feel Sanji’s tightness closing around his tip as he groaned and leaned back.


He thrust into the cook, hard and deep. Sanji cried out under him and he ground the cook’s weeping cock between them. The blonde screamed his name and dug his nails hard into the swordsman’s ass. He gasped at the pain and bit his lip, he felt so fucking perfect… so incredible… He could feel every part of Sanji tight against his body, his heat and his smell, and his hot kisses. His every muscle was braced against this rough embrace; giving in, but also fighting every hard thrust.


He could feel Sanji’s cock start to twitch, and he pulled nearly all the way out to lean back, so he could go as deep as either of them could handle. He looked down at the messy blonde hair and glazed eyes and started to feel the delicious ache build as he drove back into bliss. His vision blurred as the sensation overwhelmed him, gasping at how deep and perfectly tight the blonde was. The delicious friction was too much… He could feel Sanji’s cock start to throb as he lost control, and he slammed into the blonde hard; pulling back and then grinding mercilessly as he felt Sanji tight all around him as one, but probably both of them, screamed.


Zoro drew his fingers through the come on his lover’s stomach and then sucked his fingers as he drove back, deeper, harder, more desperate… The taste and smell was all around him as the cook’s orgasm seemed to last forever. Time stood still as the perfect heat closed around him, and finally Sanji pulled Zoro’s down into an embrace. He let the long arms drag him down, and collapsed, shaking with the force of his own climax, whispering the cook’s name over and over and he let himself dissolve into perfect pale flesh.


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Sanji stood on the deck and felt the icy breeze across his skin. The coat was drawn tight around him as he puffed a well deserved cigarette, but somehow icy fingers still managed to creep up his sides. Zoro stood beside him, still painfully under-dressed, and looked out into the swirling snow. His face was blank and Sanji wished that he could read Zoro’s mind just as easily as Zoro seemed to read his. But what the hell would a meat-head like Zoro be able to say to make the cook feel less…


Afraid.


Zoro might have a limited capacity for emotions, but his conversations were still made up largely of grunts. How the fuck could you get close to that? He acted like it was all just the same as it always had been.


No, that wasn’t true. He’d been grumpy and on edge and pissed off for weeks. He acted like it was worse than before. Sanji had never seen him so damn moody, and for marimo, that was a scary thing…


“Zoro,” he asked softly, wanting to know, but not wanting to hear the answer, “do you wish this hadn’t happened?”


“I never regret anything” the blonde looked at him with unwavering blue eyes, seeming to ask for more even though Zoro knew he didn’t want it, “especially sex” the swordsman finished. He grinned to cover his embarrassment. Damn shitty-cook probably didn’t even realise what an idiot he was being.


Maybe his feelings had started to change…


Was it too much to hope that something he could do could turn the cook’s fear and confusion all on its head?


He was Roronoa Zoro. He said he’d do it, so it had to be possible.


The logic was close enough.


“Why, do you?” The swordsman asked. He kept his eyes front and his face level, eyes searching the sea for that elusive something…


Sanji looked shocked.


“Well, I… no. No, I don’t...”


The swordsman’s posture stiffened and he leaned a little out over the railing and squinted, his face a picture of concentration. His left hand went to his haramaki and closed down on his swords. His right went to the rail, and, in an instant, the swordsman had vaulted over it and disappeared into the dark icy waters below.


What.


The.


Fuck!?


Sanji watched the snow sink into the waves where Zoro had disappeared. It had finally happened. The dumb fuck had actually decided that it was better to risk his life by leaping overboard than stay and have a deep a meaningful.


He had always expected it to happen, but he had never expected it to happen. He stared out into the waves in horror and disbelief.


The ASSHOLE!!! Fucking come here in the middle of the night, leave me in the cold, fuck me and then jump fucking overboard when I ask you a fucking QUESTION?!? He was so embarrassed and so angry that he could feel the hair standing up on the back of his neck. He was dead.


The fucker was dead.


The water swirled against the hull, deep, black, and cold. Sanji was just about to ditch his coat and dive in after him to make sure the bastard drowned when a deep voice rumbled behind him,


“Looking for someone?”


He could hear the waves of smug positively rolling off the swordsman. When he turned, the bastard was leaning against the galley door with his hands held behind his back. He was smirking that awful self-satisfied smile. And he was blue. From head to toe.


“You trying to kill yourself?! ‘cause you’re about three seconds away from death!”


Zoro just lounged and smirked some more.


“What the fuck were you thinking!?!”


The swordsman shrugged and pulled his arms from behind his bulky form, revealing the perfect yellow and blue alternating spots of the cold water variety of the Yellow Spotted Dragon Fish. It couldn’t be… The cook stepped closer, one hand hovering above the scales as he noted all of the marks of the species that the book he treasured had told his he would see if he ever, ever found a fish as rare as this.


How the fu…?


He took the Dragon Fish from the swordsman’s hands in a daze, walked past him, and put it in the ice locker. He stood over it just staring at it, lying there… perfect colour, perfect size… He had never dreamed that he would see a fish this beautiful before he had made it to All Blue.


And it was so beautiful…


A loud clicking noise disturbed his revere and he turned to see what was interrupting his perfect moment getting to know his new love.


Zoro was sitting in front of the fire. Still blue and still in his wet clothes. Little wafts of steam rose off him. The offending sound was produced by his teeth clicking together as his body was wracked with shaking from the intense cold.


Idiot.


“S…s… s… so it’s the r…r…right one th… th… then?” The swordsman clattered out.


Sanji had a sudden urge to hug him until his eyes popped out and rolled around on the galley floor.


Only Zoro would kill something as a romantic gesture.


Only Zoro would risk his life for a fish, because he knew just how much it meant to Sanji.


When had he started to notice? When had he started to care?


“It had better be…” the grumpy swordsman huffed.


Sanji strolled over to the booze cabinet and fiddled with the clasp, trying to give his face time to relax from its current insane grin to a slightly more natural smile. He finally grabbed a bottle and shoved it at Zoro.


“It’s the right one.” How the hell did he know?


In all the years the cook had lived, no-one had ever given him such a perfect, tender, gift. He shoved the bottle at Zoro,


“Here, drink this.”


Zoro smiled up at him,


“Thought you said that my ration was done.” Emerald green eyes sparkled in the dancing firelight.


“I was just fucking with you,” Sanji said. Zoro snorted and the cook continued, “I got extra, remember? This one is special just for you.” He mumbled the last bit and then huffed, “drink it or you’ll freeze to death, you moron.”


Zoro popped the top off the offered bottle and took an experimental swig. He swirled the sake around his mouth and swallowed it, grinning, and checking the label. The cook knew it wouldn’t mean anything to the idiot. He had no class, so there was no way he’d ever seen this stuff before.


“’S good.” Zoro mumbled, before tipping the bottle back. Sanji watched in horror as a month’s worth of savings disappeared down the swordsman’s clenching throat in less than three seconds flat.


“Mmmm.” He sighed contentedly and sat the empty bottle next to him; the colour began to return to his cheeks.


Sanji rolled his eyes and then smiled. It didn’t matter really. Zoro liked it, and that was enough.


“You should have some more” he said, reaching out to get one of the bottles of regular sake from the cupboard.


“Why, so you can shave my damn head?” Zoro laughed.


“It’s to raise your body temperature, baka. You’re blue!”


“I thought you’d like it. I match your stupid flowery shirt.” The swordsman’s eyes danced with mischief and Sanji felt something well up in his chest and threaten to choke him right then and there.


He wanted this moment to last forever.


He couldn’t bear going back to the way things were, always fighting and never being able to say… thankyou. Or…


Fuck…


And in that moment, like a bright light in the emptiness of his life, he knew.


Sanji took his heart rubbed it on his sleeve and then put it, and the rest of his fragile, meaningless life, on the line.


“Zoro, can we just be serious for a minute?”


“What do you mean, serious?” The swordsman made the last word sound like an infectious disease.


“We always kid around and shit but…” Sanji didn’t know what to say.


How was this going to work if they couldn’t say two decent words to each other? He liked their rough friendship but he wanted something more… and he didn’t know if Zoro understood. The cook fell hard when he fell… and he didn’t want to break his heart when he hit the ground.


Did someone like Zoro ever just want to be held?


“What?” The swordsman’s voice was softer now, more encouraging.


“…I… is this for real?”


Well, that sounded stupid.


Shit.


“You want chocolates or something?”


The swordsman’s voice was dead pan but his calloused, cold hand caressed Sanji’s cheek, and brushed the hair from his eyes. The gesture was so familiar and so comforting.


Sanji wanted to hit him but he was frozen in place; somehow caught in Zoro’s eyes.


“I’m not joking, asshole.”


The cook did his best to glare. The swordsman’s face was so close to his own, those dark smouldering eyes piercing his soul.


“Neither am I. What do you want?”


There was something that the cook couldn’t place in Zoro’s eyes. He was so hard to read… he could see concern, confusion… and something else. Something he hadn’t seen before.


Maybe Zoro was contemplating jumping overboard again to escape…


Sanji shook himself from his daze.


“I just want to be …close to you. I feel like I don’t even fucking know you.”


“Close like this?” Zoro draped his arms around the blonde’s slender waist and pulled him even closer. He held the cook tight and wrapped him up in his warming body. Their faces were only inches apart.


“Yes…” Sanji whispered. It just felt so right in that strong embrace. But he still didn’t know how Zoro felt. Was this all just so much foreplay to him? Sanji couldn’t let himself slip any deeper into those dark eyes without knowing for sure. If only the caveman was capable of talking about his damn emotions!


If he even had any…


The cook braced himself and took a deep breath.


“…but what do you want?”


“You” Zoro didn’t even pause.


It was sweet, but it didn’t tell him shit.


He could never get a straight answer! Sanji felt the desperation closing in, he felt like he was missing his one chance to get answers while the swordsman was drunk and in a good mood. Any second now, Zoro would start arguing again and then he’d be back to worrying, never knowing what the hell was happening.


It was fucked. The whole damn situation was fucked.


What the hell was he thinking?


“What’s wrong?” Zoro’s hand gently lifted his chin so he could look the cook in the eyes.


“I just… never know how you feel!”


Zoro looked confused.


“How I feel?”


Sanji just nodded. He was on the brink of hitting someone and he didn’t know who to hit: Zoro for being so dense, or himself for expecting anything else.


“Well, I feel great!”


Sanji just stared at him.


Maybe if I can hold off killing him for just another minute then he’ll elaborate…


Zoro peered into the blonde’s eyes with genuine bewilderment.


“I’ve got a whole night alone with the man I love and a hold full of sake. What did you expect, baka?”


Sanji stopped breathing.


“What?” Zoro continued to stare at him with those beautiful concerned green eyes.


“Oi love-cook, say something or I’ll think you’re dead.”


Sanji’s senses finally returned. It was a lot to take in and his brain went temporarily back to defensive mode just to try to cope with the shock.


“Since when have you been in LOVE with me!?” the cook demanded.


Zoro shrugged.


“What? I thought you said to be serious.”


The swordsman looked so shocked and so open at the same time. Their bodies entwined; his arms strong around Sanji’s waist. The cook never wanted to leave his arms again…


Zoro pulled back gently.


“Che, it’s ok if you don’t feel the same way.”


His mouth twitched, and his eyes went cold. Sanji knew that meant he was worried. HE was worried Sanji might not want HIM.


Oh fuck.


They really were a perfect pair.


He pulled Zoro back towards him and bumped their foreheads together, looking deep into those dark eyes.


“I love you” Sanji said, all his pent up worry melting away in an instant.


“Why?” Zoro’s eyes narrowed.


“I don’t know.” The cook shrugged.


“Luffy was right, you’re an idiot.” Zoro grinned.


“I know. So are you.”


Zoro leaned forward and let the sweet taste of the cook become his whole world. There was no rush. He just wanted to feel Sanji close, to hold him, and breathe him in.


Finally, they parted.


When Sanji opened his eyes, the swordsman’s eyebrows were clumping together again.


“What?” the blonde asked. He just a *little* concerned that Zoro might have remembered his vow to be endlessly annoying and manly, and was going to pretend that none of this ever happened.


The swordsman finally spoke,


“What do you like? I never had a boyfriend before; after chocolate I’m pretty much stumped.”


Sanji laughed, and shook his head in disbelief.


Hopeless.


The man was absolutely hopeless.


“…and does that mean you’ll be doing my washing?”


Zoro’s grin widened as Sanji increased the pressure of his legs against the swordsman’s thighs to a painful pinch.


“You really can’t help yourself, can you marimo?”


“I guess not, gorgeous.”


Sanji blushed.


This particular idiot would do him just fine.


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