A/N: This is a collaboration with the wonderful Zosanlaw, the very first for both of us. This story is based on the popular movie The Game Plan with Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson, though we will keep it mostly original. Hope you guys enjoy it! :)
The All Blue was the best residency complex in Grand Town with forty floors and four apartments mapped out on each floor. Every five floors, the apartment design and facilities were upgraded. It is important to mention that only two types of people lived in the building. One, high officials and two, filthily rich people. The whole complex was designed by the renowned Mr. Cutty Flam or, as the residents of the twenty fourth floor, apartment B knew as, Franky.
The phone on the white lacquer coffee table top in the spacious living room buzzed. It was a beautiful living room. The floor was tiled with white porcelain marble and the sofa set appeared to be a part of it, circling the coffee table. The sunlight shone into the room from the full length glass windows, lighting every stainless surface and also the ruffled beige comforter covering the couple who had fallen asleep on the sofa. Judging by the naked torso of the two men cuddling under the comforter, it would seem like last night was definitely one they enjoyed.
The phone buzzed again, this time a little longer. Sanji groaned into Zoro's tan pectorals, scrunching his eyes when sunrays hit him as he shifted over the snoring form of his husband. They fell asleep on the sofa again? A small smile quirked on his lips as he remembered the previous night. The movie they had decided to watch, The A Team, was not the least bit romantic, but they never actually needed a reason to connect their lips or pull their shirts off each other. He took in the clothes scattered around the makeshift bed and a soft blush warmed his cheeks.
The phone buzzed rather pointedly again and he stretched his arm to reach it without waking up Zoro. What time was it? Who was calling this early? He pressed the answer button.
"..'Lo?" he answered, voice slurred with sleep
"Sanji? It's Chopper. What are you doing?" the gruff voice of their friend sounded from the speaker. Sanji noted a hint of urgency and blinked himself to an aware state.
"Just woke up. Is something wrong?"
"Ah... no, no. Nothing is wrong. Can you get here asap?"
Sanji frowned. Chopper was giving some mixed signals and that definitely meant something was up; though if it was too serious, Chopper wouldn't hide it, he figured.
"Where are you?"
"Home."
"I'll be there in forty minutes."
"Okay."
The line was cut and Sanji shifted again, resting his head on Zoro's shoulder, listening to the soft snores in his left ear. He had gotten used to them, to the point where the snores were like music to his ears. The calloused body pressed against his own lithe frame was his own personal furnace and the ring shinning in the sunlight on his finger was his only adornment.
He got an arm up, ruffling the spiky green hair of his bear of a husband and planted a small kiss under the chiselled jaw line. Zoro grunted mid snore and snapped his mouth shut. Sanji chuckled and pressed a kiss on the supple lips. Zoro was not fully awake yet and Sanji knew he would sleep more.
Zoro mumbled something incomprehensible against his lips. Four years of practice was enough to let Sanji know what he was saying. He hugged the man and nuzzled into his hairline.
"Good morning to you too," he murmured. "I have to leave. Chopper's calling me."
Zoro's arm tightened around his torso as he fluttered his one good eye open, still drowned in drowsiness. "Everything alright?"
"Yes." Sanji placed his lips on the marimo's and melted into the slow morning kiss. Zoro responded willingly, pulling Sanji on top of him and hands squeezed the ass he had married. Sanji let his hands travel and nest in the green hair. "He just asked me to come over." He lingered on the tempting lips for another few seconds before sighing and sitting up. Zoro pouted under him and he grinned at him. "I'll be back soon. Probably before you wake up."
Zoro's hands still refused to lighten their grip on his butt cheeks so he bent down again and licked the tan skin on his neck, feeling the soft throb of his pulse on his lips. "When I get back, you can tie me up and do whatever you want. We'll switch off our cells. No one will interfere. And I heard the neighbours are leaving for a week. We can be as loud as we want to be." Sanji crooned into his ear, tugging on one of the golden dangling earrings with his teeth.
Sanji knew Zoro wanted nothing more than to pin him to the sofa and edge him to his climax right then and there but the promise of uninterrupted, submissive sex was just enough to hold him at bay. His grip tightened before loosening and Sanji indulged himself in another morning kiss before detangling from the tan limbs. He stood stark naked and walked over to the windows, giving Zoro a good full view of his bare ivory tight arse. Zoro groaned to himself, regretting the loss of his hold on the gorgeous muscled rump.
Sanji drew the curtains on the broad daylight, dimming the room so Zoro could sleep more. Said man punched the cushions around him as he willed himself to sleep again, half hard by the tactics pulled by his blond husband. Sanji crouched and collected the clothes littered around them and gave Zoro a quick peck on the forehead before hurrying to bathe.
He cursed himself for saying forty minutes. Their bathroom was, to summarize in a word, posh. And it went without saying that once you set foot in it, you wanted to take your time admiring yourself in the long vanity mirror or just stand under the shower as if you were bathing under the Angel Falls. The Jacuzzi might as well be the Devil's Pool and with the waterproof speakers connected to the mobile bluetooth, the place could be called a second home. Sanji closed his eyes and rushed through the shower, allowing the previous day's work to rinse itself off him and applying shampoo to his scalp for barely thirty seconds before rinsing it off.
Five minutes of mussing over his hair to hide his hideously curled eyebrows later, Sanji was setting another light kiss in Zoro's hair. He had fallen asleep and Sanji grinned at the sight. He held an apple between his teeth as he slipped into his everyday black jacket, the leather falling with practiced ease on his white v-neck tee and matched with his black jeans. He slipped on his Steve Madden loafers and grabbed the Marlboro sticks from the modern crystal bowl.
He had taken longer than expected in the shower, but luckily for him, Chopper only lived twenty two floors below them. It came in handy having an outstanding doctor so close by, especially with Zoro's uncanny ability of getting himself injured. He lit his cigarette in the elevator, sighing deeply when the nicotine filled his lungs. Zoro had strict rules of smoking inside the apartment. He usually had to sit near the fireplace or sneak one inside the guest bathroom. He pressed the button that would send him down to the second floor, where Chopper lived.
It didn't take long to arrive at Chopper's doorstep. He was pleasantly surprised when, upon knocking, the door opened to reveal Nami, dressed in skinny jeans and an Anne Klein wrap. She looked bedazzling in them, long ginger hair ending with bouncy ringlets played with her slim waist and the jeans fit perfectly on her long legs.
"Good morning, Nami dear. How are you?" Sanji greeted brightly.
"Come in , Sanji," Nami said, avoiding his gaze.
Sanji frowned; first Chopper, and now Nami was acting strange. Was something wrong? But Chopper had assured him there wasn't. A nagging feeling creeped its way up his spine and nestled on his shoulders.
"Is something the matter, Nami?" Sanji asked seriously, following her inside. Chopper's apartment was laid out similar to his, though it was a bit smaller. It also looked more bare, since the young doctor had only moved to All Blue a couple of months ago, unlike Zoro and Sanji who had been living here for the past two years.
"I...I think it's best for you to see for yourself," Nami replied, crossing her arms.
Sanji's frown deepened. "Where's Chopper?"
"Right here," Chopper called, walking in from the hall Sanji knew lead to his bedroom. "Hey, Sanji. Sorry for worrying you; but this is important."
"You're seriously weirding me out right now," Sanji said, looking between Nami's serious face and Chopper's slightly apologetic one. "What happened?"
"It's kind of difficult to explain," Chopper answered. He seemed extremely uncomfortable.
Chopper was a jovial man. Tall and buff with sandy brown hair set away from his face and expressive dark brown eyes. He looked quite dashing despite the small bags under his eyes. But the smile that usually made his patients faint was missing and that was getting on Sanji's nerves. "I was coming home late from work… or early, I should say, since it was about two hours ago.. when I saw two children in trouble. They were...being accosted by some men and..."
"What? Where? Are they okay?" Sanji asked hurriedly, cutting in. He didn't know how this had anything to do with him, but that didn't mean he wasn't worried.
"They're fine, Sanji," Nami sighed. "Chopper drove the men away. I saw them on my way to Usopp's place."
"That's great," Sanji said. "So…" He stood between them for a minute and when no one tried explaining the situation to him, he continued, "I'm sorry, I still don't understand what's wrong."
"Why don't you go meet them?" Nami said suddenly. "They're in Chopper's room."
"What? Nami... Why didn't you call their parents? Or the police?Or even your girlfriend?" Sanji asked. When Nami didn't reply, he turned to look at Chopper.
"It's complicated," Chopper repeated. "It's best if you just...talk to them."
Sanji's worry was increasing. Chopper and Nami were acting extremely strange; secrecy didn't suit Chopper well and it felt strange to see them both so evasive. He still didn't know what was going on, but it was probably best to just do as they said and meet these kids.
He nodded and started walking down the hall to Chopper's bedroom, Nami and Chopper's conversation following him.
"I'm glad you didn't punch him."
"Yes, about that. The interest on your loan just went up."
"Ehhh!?"
Sanji blocked the two out. Why on earth did Nami want to punch him? Everyone in their friend circle knew better than to anger Nami. She looked charming and cute but could pack a punch that sent Luffy crumpling to the ground and that was a feat in itself. But that action was usually triggered by some immature action from their end and right now, he had no clue what he did wrong.
He reached Chopper's bedroom and almost walked into the locked door. Rubbing his nose from where he hit it, he raised another hand and knocked politely.
He heard hurried shushing from inside and raised his eyebrows when an adorably cute voice tried to sound authoritative as it spoke, "Are you Mr. Sanji Black?"
It was definitely a girl's voice; sweet and high, a mild soprano that sounded pleasant to the ear and tugged on your heart strings. Sanji grinned.
"Yes, it is. And who might you be?"
There was a pause for about ten seconds in which Sanji stared at the doorknob intently.
"Do you have curly eyebrows?" The same voice spoke from the other side, all authority lost and curiosity taking its place.
Sanji's visible eye eyebrow? Was Chopper pulling a prank on him? If so, it was in poor taste. Maybe the doctor was the one in need of a punch.
"Well?" the voice on the other side urged.
"Yes," he muttered through gritted teeth.
The door lock clicked open and the door was pulled back. The curtains were drawn and the air conditioning was on. The LED bulbs lighted the room reasonably. Sanji's eye fell on a boy, around five years old sitting on the bed spread with both his legs crossed, wearing nothing but a pair of black boy shorts and in the process of putting on a white sweatshirt. He had blond hair that fell on his face and covered his left eye, the visible eye topped with an arched curly brow. Sanji froze where he stood. It was like looking at himself when he was five.
The girl who had opened the door trotted up to the bed and climbed next to the boy, also in boy shorts, only these were coral green and a white sweatshirt identical to the one the boy had stopped trying to pull over his head. She was blonde too and the hair framed her face roughly, showing off both the curled eyebrows.
They both had ocean blue eyes. Ocean blue eyes that reflected the lights in the room and captured the attention of anyone who looked into them, reflecting their innocence and providing a peek into their souls. The same ocean blue eyes that Sanji was graced with, which seemed ready to pop out of their sockets as he looked at the twins sitting on Choppers bed from the doorway. The cigarette butt tipped off the petrified lips and fell between the polished black shoes standing on the mahogany flooring.
"Hello, Mr Sanji Black. This is Andrian," she pointed to the boy scowling at Sanji, "and I am Hotomi." She smiled at him warmly. "We are your children and we want to live with you."
