Modern AU. ZoSan.
Rated M,YAOI, mild hurt/comfort and some fluff.
I have been staring at my laptop screen for the past 10 minutes, wondering what to write. Just, humor me.

Zoro tip toed into their apartment and kicked off his shoes. It was midnight and he had promised Sanji he would be home early. He reached their room and winced when the door creaked a little as he opened it. Sanji was sitting on the bed, his back resting against the head frame. The comforter was bundled up abound his legs and midriff. He was wearing his reading glasses and was not wearing his shirt. His hair fell on his face and covered his eye. The other eye was closed as the cook slept. His face looked peaceful. A book lay open on his lap and his hands held the books lax. Sanji probably fell asleep waiting for Zoro.

Zoro shook his head and grinned as he walked over to Sanji. He removed his glasses and bookmarked the page the book was opened on before setting them aside on the side table. He bent down to give Sanji a small peck on his cheek. Sanji stirred and opened his eye, looking up at Zoro sleepily. He smiled.

"Hey" Zoro whispered as he sat in front of the cook, one leg bent, resting on the bed while the other was on the floor. "Sorry I got late."
"It's okay." Sanji murmured, still a little sleepy. He leaned forward, giving Zoro a sweet kiss and then nuzzled into his neck, hugging his Marimo. "I love you"
"I love you too" Zoro returned the embrace and rested his chin on Sanji's head. "How is your foot?"
"Mm.. Much better.. I was able to walk without the stick today."
"Really?" Zoro crooned "I wish I could have been there to see that"
"Hmm.. Me too.." Sanji chuckled.

They sat there in silence for a long time. It had been a while since they had been able to be together for more than ten minutes. Zoro was a private detective. He worked under Smoker so obviously he rarely ever got to be free. About three weeks ago, Sanji had slipped on some oil that a kid had spilled on the stairs of their floor as a prank. Sanji had broken his foot and hurt his knee (same leg) in the process and also lost consciousness after hitting his head against the railing. Needless to say, the kid received angry glares from Zoro everytime he faced him till the day Sanji was discharged from the hospital and Chopper ordered him to walk only with the assistance of a walking stick for atleast two weeks. Zoro had made sure that the complete block knew of the kids doing. Sanji had been angry about that. "He is just a kid, Marimo! Kids pull pranks!". Zoro had graciously ignored all of Sanji's scoldings and had continued to glare at the kid every chance he got earning him a huge smack on his head every time.

Zoro's stomach grumbled, breaking the silence. Sanji started laughing, his voice music to Zoro's ear. "Smoker was angry again?" He felt Zoro sigh, hugging him a little tighter. "Yeah.." he mumbled.
"C'mon, let's eat" Sanji said, pulling away. Zoro pouted. "You're so cute" Sanji chuckled, leaning in, kissing Zoro's nose and then his lips. Zoro's hands automatically went around the cook again. He slid an arm around his waist, the other on his back. Sanji 's one hand trailed up Zoro's arm and took it's usual place in his hair while he held onto Zoro's shirt with the other, pulling the man closer. They kissed each other gently, their lips working in sync. Zoro tilted his head a little to deepen the kiss. He felt Sanji's lips part as an open invitation and licked them softly before proceeding forward. Sanji moaned contently as Zoro's tongue licked him behind his right molars. He licked Zoro's under tongue with his own, tasting him and entering his mouth. He was about to lick Zoro's tongue again when Zoro's stomach growled, again. He broke the kiss and chuckled, breathless.

"Let's eat first." He grinned when he saw Zoro's flushed cheeks. Sanji loved this side of Zoro which was reserved just for him. "Yeah.. Let's" Zoro muttered. He got up reluctantly and walked over to Sanji's Wardrobe. He pulled out a Tee-shirt and headed back to Sanji, helping him put it on. "I can wear it myself, you idiot. Stop pampering me" Sanji blushed. Zoro grinned and removed the comforter and picked up Sanji bridal style. He reached the dinner table and set the cook down on one of the seats. He picked up the dishes and heated them in the microwave. He headed back to the table with them and laid them. "How you cook with a broken leg is beyond me." Sanji smiled as he served the food on Zoro's plate while the mosshead disappeared again to return with a water jug. Sanji arched a brow. "No beer?" Zoro shook his head and sat down to eat. They ate quickly and Zoro cleared the table, washed the dishes and stored the leftovers in the fridge.

When he returned to the dinning room, he stopped on his tracks. Sanji was standing with his back to him and it seemed like he had tried walking and was around 3 steps away from the chair he had just abandoned. It however looked like that was his limit as he swayed on the spot. Zoro was next to him in a second, taking one of the cook's arms around his own shoulder and sliding his arm around the cook's waist, giving him the support he needed. Sanji was breathing heavily. His eyes closed and he leaned onto Zoro for support. "You okay?" Zoro asked. Sanji nodded. "Tell me the truth." Zoro grumbled.
"Ankle hurts a bit." Sanji murmured and leaned onto him a little more. Zoro picked up the cook again and headed towards their room. Sanji snuggled against his chest, his breathing evening.

After laying Sanji down on the bed Zoro picked up the pain balm,a wet towel and a fresh piece of crepe bandage. He picked up a pillow and placed it below Sanji's hurt foot. He sat cross legged and unraveled the bandage on the cook's foot. Sanji winced a little. "Don't push yourself cook. It's just been two days since the plaster came off. Chopper ordered you not to try anything outside the therapy sessions." "mm" Sanji made a face. It was a face a kid would make when they were caught making a mistake but were not sorry for it when they knew they should be. Guilt.

Zoro gently started dabbing the cool towel on Sanji's foot. Sanji couldn't help it and grinned a little. He watched as Zoro applied the pain balm and then wrapped his foot in the Bandage. His fingers touched the cook delicately as if scared he would hurt him. He sighed and Zoro looked up, almost at the end of the crepe. Their eyes locked for a few seconds. Zoro blushed again and finished tying the bandage. Shitty cook and his shitty seductive eyes. He felt a movement on his thigh.

Sanji loved the way Zoro was blushing. He rested his right foot (unhurt) on Zoro's knees and dug his nails lightly, arcing his foot. He got up to rest on his elbows. His foot traveled up Zoro's inner thigh lightly, watching him follow his movements. Zoro's breathing sped up. Sanji reached Zoro's crotch and lightly placed his toes on the hardening member constricted in the pants. He moved his toes up and down the growing length for a little while, hearing Zoro's breathe coming shorter and a little ragged. He moved his toes to the base of the cock and slowly increased his pressure as he went up it, resting his complete foot against Zoro. He paused for a second and then grinded his foot, eliciting a moan from the man. Sanji's foot traveled up to Zoro's toned abs hidden beneath his shirt. He wanted Zoro. He wanted Zoro to take him and leave him breathless. Zoro's moan had gone straight to his own cock and he felt it harden.
Zoro knew he was at Sanji's mercy. He could feel the lust rolling off the cook. He grabbed Sanji's foot and got it on his shoulder. He traced the cook's leg, feeling his compact toned muscles and got on his knees, kissing the cook's ankle (unhurt) as he did. He was towering over Sanji. He shifted a little forward. As he did, Sanji slid his leg down Zoro's torso and slid it around his hips, tugging him forward. Zoro grinned and leaned down for the cook, supporting his weight on his arms. Their hard members brushing together. Sanji held Zoro's cheek as he leaned in, laying back in the pillows as Zoro advanced. Their lips met and their tongues fought for dominance, Sanji sliding his hands down Zoro's back as they kissed, eyes closed, lost in each other. Sanji grabbed Zoro's hips and ground their hips together, forming a rhythym. Sanji moaned into the kiss, arcing his back a little. Damn that leg, he wasn't able to grind up as hard as he wanted to. Zoro sensed the distraction and grinned. He took the opportunity to break the kiss and started sucking on his neck, feeling one of Sanji's hand travel up his back and clutch his hair. All those clothes were making things difficult.

He left the cook's throat and took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. Sanji barely got the time to marvel him before he felt himself being pulled up to a seated position and his tee all but vanished from his body to reappear on the floor next to Zoro's shirt. Zoro attacked his mouth again, kissing him furiously, Sanji returning the heat. Zoro broke the kiss again. He kissed the cook's jaw and then proceeded to suck on Sanji's pulse. Sanji gasped, his head turning to give Zoro more access, pulling on Zoro's hair. Zoro left Sanji's neck to kiss him again, gently, leaning slightly so that the blonde laid back in the pillows. He stretched a little to reach the side table and opened the top drawer. He pulled out the lube and went back to Sanji, kissing him all over his neck. He kept the lube at the side and held Sanji's hands above his head and smiled at the cook. Sanji smiled back, his eyes half lidded with lust. They were both covered in sweat and were burning.

Zoro kissed the cook lightly on his lips and slowly started tracing the kisses down his toned abs, stopping at the navel and dipped his tongue in. Sanji gasped. Zoro's hands slid down Sanji's arms and found his nipples. He flicked them with his calloused thumb, planting kisses on his midriff at the same time. Sanji moaned again, his one hand coming down to his side to lightly hold the bed sheet while the other held onto Zoro's arm, feeling his muscles.

Zoro started going lower on the cook, his own member jolting, wanting to be touched. "Sanji.." He murmured as the reached the elastic of the cook's sweat pant "Raise your hips, and don't move your left leg.." He kissed the cook's groin. Sanji did as he was told. Zoro grabbed yet another pillow and slipped it below the cook's hips. Then he grabbed the elastic and pulled the pants down the toned muscular ass. Sanji's dick got stuck at the elastic and smacked his stomach when it was free. Zoro carefully removed the pants off the cooks leg. Sanji's breathing was heavy.

Zoro sat on his knees and ran kisses and licks up the inner thighs of the cook,his pace slow, his breathing stimulating Sanji. Sanji got on his elbows again, wanting to see what Zoro was doing. When Zoro reached Sanji's dick, he put his arms under Sanji's thighs and grabbed onto his his, making sure the foot was not disturbed too much. he licked the underside of the dick. Sanji moaned. They had not had sex for atleast three weeks. He knew he wouldn't last long the way Zoro was going. Zoro kissed the tip and put the head of the hard member in his mouth and sucked lightly, running his tongue in circles around the head, licking the precum off. Sanji gasped and fell back in the pillows. Nope. No way he could last long. Zoro sucked again, taking more of Sanji inside his mouth, his cheeks hallowed. Again, he took his time getting used to the length, feeling the precum ooze into his mouth. Sanji tasted Tangy. He enjoyed the bitter sweet taste in his mouth and moaned, sending the vibrations up the cooks spine. He swallowed and took the cook as much as he could, feeling the head touch the back of his throat. Sanji arched his back. He felt Zoro humm around his member and moaned, his hands clutching the bedsheet. Zoro pulled back, sucking as he went up the cock and went down again, burying his nose in the cook's groin and hummed. He repeated the process again and again, feeling Sanji moan below him, making his own dick jump. Sanji was in another world. Every time Zoro sucked him, he moaned, wanting to push into the warmth again. Everytime Zoro deepthroated him, he felt he was going to burst. "Hah... Zoro.. I can't" Sanji gasped. His voice went straight to Zoro's dick. It was laced and dripped with sex.

Zoro's mouth left Sanji. Sanji whimpered. Zoro kissed him. Sanji tasted himself on Zoro's mouth and kissed him profusely, his hands roaming all over his muscular back and toned abs. "Zoro" he mumbled into the kiss "Hurry.."
Zoro got off Sanji, supporting himself on his arms. He grabbed the third pillow (there were no pillows left on his side of the bed now) and placed it below the cook's hurt knee. "Sanji" he whispered into his ear as he bit his earlobe, "turn to your side...". Confused, Sanji did as he was told. His left (injured) legs and hips rested on the pillows as he turned. Zoro had gotten off him as he turned. Zoro grabbed Sanji's left leg and bent it toward's the cook chest, not too much, just a little. He then lay down behind him, supporting himself of his left elbow and pulled Sanji closer to him, resting Sanji's head a little below his shoulder, bringing his left arm around the cook to tease his nipple. Sanji's back blended with Zoro's torso. He lowered his face, tilting Sanji's face up and kissed him gently. Sanji heard a pop as Zoro opened the lube. It surprised Sanji that Zoro was doing this with a single hand. He felt a finger tease his entrance, spreading the lube. He pushed his hips back a little impatiently. This was taking way too long. Zoro chuckled into the kiss. "You're in a hurry." he said. Sanji blushed a deeper red than he already was. "It's been a while, hasn't it?". Zoro smirked. Sanji was about to retort but he felt Zoro's middle finger enter him. "Humph". Zoro kissed his shoulders and started licking his pulse again. His hand held the cook's ass as he finger fucked him, readying him for later. He grinded his cock against the cook's back, moaning a little himself. Sanji was right. It had been too long. He entered another finger into Sanji's ass and felt him tighten a little before relaxing into it. Sanji slowly started moving his hips on Zoro's fingers. He huffed and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling, Zoro attacking his pulse continuously. His left hand came to grab onto Zoro's arm that was resting on his bare chest and his right went into Zoro's hair again, pulling him down for a kiss.

"Please, Zoro.."

That was all the convincing Zoro needed. Extracting his hand from the cook's ass, he opened the lube again and coated his member thickly. "You ready?" He whispered into Sanji's ear. Sanji nodded. Zoro shifted his hips, moving in closer to the cook. He bent his right knee such that the ball of his foot took some of his weight, his thigh moving in between the cook's legs and Sanji's right leg curled around Zoro's such that his toes were clutching Zoro near his ankle. Placing the head of his cock at Sanji's entrance, Zoro pushed his hip and entered him. He was surrounded by warmth. Sanji gasped, eyes closing, his hand lowering to hold against Zoro's neck, pulling him closer. Zoro pushed in further till he was fully inside Sanji, the cook's flesh warm against his. He was tight. "I'm moving.." He breathed, licking Sanji behind his ear, feeling Sanji adjust to his length.

He pulled out till only the head was inside and thrust in quickly. He pulled out again, shifted his hips a little and thrust again. Sanji gasped, his back arched, the toes of his right foot curling as he felt Zoro hit the spot inside him. His head fell back on Zoro's shoulder, his hand running down Zoro's back to place it on his hip. "Ah. Fuck". Zoro grinned and thrust again at the same angle, hitting the same spot. The tightness of the cook fogging his mind, feeling Sanji's fingers clench onto his butt cheek and hearing him moan freely, the voices going straight to his cock. He kept thrusting into the cook, giving him pleasure and riding his own. He felt the tightness around him increase. He growled, his hand leaving Sanji's ass and holding his cock instead. He moved his hands over the cock, maintaining a rhythm between his thrusts and his strokes. He flicked his wrist over the head of the cock at the end of each stroke. Sanji whimpered. The attention on both his cock and ass being too much. His body started trembling as he felt his pleasure peaking. "Ah.. Ah.. Zo.. Zoro.. I need to c... I need to come.." He felt Zoro kiss his cheek and tilted his head slightly to kiss him. He felt pleasure wash over him as he came, moaning into the kiss, his body tensing. Arching and breaking his kiss with Zoro, his head fell back onto his Marimo's shoulder as he felt him attack his pulse again. Still high, he felt Zoro's pace falter. Zoro felt the tightness increase as he rode Sanji to his release. He thrust deep inside him as he came, moaning loudly,filling Sanji with his seed, Sanji's name on his lips. He arched his back slightly as he came, feeling every part of him that was touching the cook burn.

They both lay there,tangled together and panting, covered in sweat. Sanji let go to Zoro's ass and heard Zoro gasp. Zoro nuzzled into his hair from behind. "That's going to leave a mark.." He husked. Sanji chuckled. Zoro's arm was around his waist. He slid his hand up and entwined there fingers together. Zoro pulled him closer. They stayed like that for a while. Basking in the afterglow. Sanji tried turning around but Zoro wouldn't let him. "Say.. Zoro..?"
"mmm..?" Sanji recieved a kiss at his nape.
"When did you take your pants off?"
Zoro was silent for around five seconds before he started laughing, Sanji joining in after a second. Zoro pulled out of Sanji and turned him so that he lay straight.
"When you turned. I took it off when you had turned around."
Sanji grinned.

Zoro pulled the comforter around them and lay down again, his head resting on Sanji's chest , his arms around his waist.
"Love you, Sanji."
"Love you too Zoro"

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