Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece.
A/N: This should have been the right birthday fic for pwnyta, but the plot bunny didn't arrive in time. Regardless, enjoy.
"Nurse Roronoa, you are in charge of taking care of Silvers Rayleigh."
The head nurse ordered a young man in his early twenties. The man was handed a clipboard with the list of things the patient wanted and the medication he needed to take. Zoro nodded silently and headed out of the office.
Zoro started working at a senior home where rich people or retired celebrities spent the rest of their lives. His friends asked that if he ever was recruited with a famous retired actress or actor they wanted their autograph, regardless if they liked the actor or not. Zoro heard rumors about the senior home, but they were relatively common rumors. Most of the patients were selfish, demanded impossible duties, and got in a tantrum if they didn't get what they wanted.
Thankfully, Zoro got a patient who didn't have any negative comments. Luck was on his side. If he was able to take care of the old man without the patient complaining for a week, he would officially get the job. If not-he had to research again. Just thinking about the failure was a hassle. It took him months to find a job and another to apply, interview, and at least become accepted. This was a rare chance and if he got this job, he was going to live a comfortable life.
As he read the things-to-do list, he found out that the patient really needed was someone to talk to. Rayleigh was in good health, so the only medication was vitamins. The man was able to walk around and even go to the first floor to work out in the gym.
Gym...? Zoro wondered as he reread it, How active is this old man?
Just reading the carte didn't help. Besides, he was going to meet with his patient as of this moment. He felt happy when he was able to find the room without getting lost. Zoro checked the name on the room and gave a light knock. There was no answer, but Zoro entered anyways.
The room didn't look like an average senior home. It was massive and very elegantly furnished. Every window in the room had thick silk curtains, the bed was king sized with satin sheets, the chairs had carvings and looked comfortable to sit. He felt like he was in a suite.
"Ah, you're going to be my nurse?" Zoro shivered when he heard the velvet voice stroking his ears seductively. This brought his attention to his patient. Zoro stilled and became rigid in his place.
The man was lounging in the bed gazing at him with gray eyes. Long wavy white hair flowed down the man's shoulders like ocean waves. Wrinkles of age and wisdom spread all over the old man's eyes, cheek, and mouth. He had circle framed glasses, and it brought out those wolf-like eyes. A handsome smile pulled up on the thin perfect lips.
"Welcome my child."
Shit, Zoro thought as he felt his cheeks reddening. This was not good at all.
"Don't just stand there. Come over here. I want to see your pretty face."
"I'm fine where I am." Zoro replied with a small voice. This always happened whenever he saw a handsome man. He knew he had feelings toward men, but he was forced to hide it. He was betrothed to a pretty girl whom his parents chose, and he wasn't allowed to refuse. He wasn't sad because he wasn't really interested in love in the first place. But now this man was before him, and his heart was going out of control.
The imposter! The head nurse didn't tell him Silvers Rayleigh was handsome!
The old man chuckled, "Come here, or do you want me to come over there myself?"
"No," Zoro held out his hand and defensively approached the bedside, "I can walk." He pulled up a chair but set it so he wasn't exactly looking straight into the old man.
Rayleigh chuckled happily, "So, what's your name?" Zoro didn't answer right away, so he glanced at the name tag on Zoro's chest, "Ah, Zoro. What an interesting name."
"Thanks."
"So you're going to take care of me for a week, and if you pass you stay?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, I got to be nice to you then huh?" Rayleigh let out a laugh. Zoro was shrinking in his seat. He nearly jolted out of his skin when Rayleigh touched his hand. "Nice to meet you Zoro." He spoke teasingly, like a child tickling a puppy. Zoro wanted to run because he was blushing like a stupid teenage girl with a hopeless crush.
The rest of the day, Rayleigh handed a book and told Zoro to read. This relieved him because his eyes were solely on the words, not on the chivalry gray eyes. However, he almost dropped the book once because Rayleigh said he loved his voice.
Oh, how he felt like an idiot today. He couldn't believe how horrible he was at hiding his emotions. He was able to do it well when he was around his friends who he thought were quite cute. Why couldn't he do it now? He was so embarrassed of it all he went straight to his room even when his parents asked how his first day of work was like. He didn't want to tell them. He didn't want to admit he was falling in love with the old man.
-.-.-
The following day, Zoro woke up early to exercise, stretch, and meditated to prepare himself for work. He needed to lose all of the nervous energy so he wouldn't act clumsily stupid around the old man again. His efforts were in vain however. Rayleigh seemed to act like any other normal old man. Rayleigh asked him to read a different book, asked him questions that were absolutely flirt-free, and they parted by shaking hands. Zoro felt like an idiot for being all shaped up for nothing, but that calmed him down a little.
He didn't know that it was all according to Rayleigh's plan.
-.-.-
On his third day of work, Zoro entered the room to see Rayleigh rolling his shoulders around. Zoro couldn't take his eyes off the rippling of the muscle and the rich color of his skin. He was able to tear them away in time.
"Ah, good morning Zoro."
"Good morning sir." Zoro noticed that Rayleigh was still rolling his shoulders around, "Are your shoulders hurting?"
"Just slightly. I think I pulled a muscle when I was working out this morning. It's just a minor pain, so I'll be fine."
Zoro didn't believe in it because the man continued the movement.
"Um...if you want I can massage it for you."
Rayleigh stopped rolling his shoulders and beamed like a child, "Will you?"
Zoro tried not to smile in a sloppy manner. "Yeah." He stepped up to the bed and leaned in. He smelled a spicy scent and he would have fallen in a swoon if he didn't control himself. "Where's the source of the pain?"
"It's right here." Rayleigh suddenly took Zoro's hand and guided it to the place. However, his hand was lead downwards. Before Zoro could yank his hand free, it was shoved inside Rayleigh's pants.
"H-Hey!" Zoro tried to yank his hand free, but Rayleigh's vice grip held it in place, "T-This isn't your shoulder-!"
"I know, but this one hurts more." Rayleigh smiled, "Massage it please."
"I-I can't-!"
Rayleigh pulled down a sad smile and shook his head from side to side, "You said you are going to massage me. I thought you were true to your word..."
Zoro flinched, and shame showered down on him. He hated when he broke promises; it always brought his heart down whenever he did. "I...I will do it."
"Really?"
"But just once okay!" Zoro snapped, but his voice was up to a shrill. When his fingers brushed what he thought it was the tip of Rayleigh's length, Zoro's mind burst into blankness. What had he just promised? Rayleigh hummed out a gentle moan and squeezed Zoro's wrist to urge him. The younger man, although horribly hesitating, moved his fingers to wrap his hands around the foreign hardened object. Zoro closed his eyes shut and shivers went up his spine. Oh god, he was touching a man's length and pumping it, stroking it, and doing anything that he never believed he was able to do. Tears from embarrassment spilled out of Zoro's eyes and Rayleigh carefully caught it with his thumbs.
He pulled Zoro closer and tried to kiss him, but Zoro turned away. The nurse froze when Rayleigh let out a low growl, and his hand was splashed with something hot and sticky. An electric shock spiked through his nerves to tell him that he just helped someone ejaculate.
Zoro couldn't handle it anymore and he wanted to run away and leave, but Rayleigh still had his wrist. The old man pulled only slightly, and Zoro was into his arms. Zoro squirmed to get away, but Rayleigh only dragged him closer to his chest. His hands were already up Zoro's shirt and were groping his pectorals. Rayleigh set his head on Zoro's shoulder and attempted to kiss him again, but Zoro succeeded in turning away again.
"Zoro..."
"I can't," Zoro shook his head frantically, his voice growing weak from the pleasure, "I-I have a fiancé..."
Rayleigh smiled and brushed his lip over Zoro's exposed neck, "That's what all beautiful people say."
There was a knock on the door, and Rayleigh stopped the perverted movements, "Mr. Silvers, the pool is all cleaned up, so it's alright to swim."
Rayleigh looked like he was told to put away his favorite toy, "Alright. Thank you for informing me." The slithered hands were gone, and Zoro was free. He immediately scrambled out of the bed and rushed out of the room, wrapping his hands around his chest as if was suddenly cold.
On the way to the nurses' break room, his butt cheeks were pinched by an elderly woman with a short ponytail. By the time he made it to the room, he was shaking from head to toe.
There was only one male nurse in the room taking a break, and his name was Marco. He had been working here for two months now, so he was assigned to be Zoro's adviser.
"What happened yoi?" Marco asked with mild surprise, "You look like you're going to cry."
"M-Marco-" Zoro's voice was broken, "I-I was molested-"
"Oh, well...that's kind of normal." Marco replied coolly. Zoro turned into stone at the blatant answer. Normal? It was normal to be touched in the nipples by a patient here?
"-and my ass was pinched by some woman-"
"Oh, Tsuru-san right? Yeah, she likes to touch young man's asses for some reason. Strange thing but she never does that to Doflamingo. He's her personal nurse. She touches my ass all the time yoi." Marco answered as if he was talking about how nice the weather was. The older man opened a bag of rice crackers and handed Zoro one. Zoro shook his head, so Marco took a bite out of it, "Zoro, when you had to fill out the application, did you wonder why you were asked to send in five portraits of yourself?"
Zoro wondered why this had anything to do with the molestation, but it did bring back memories. It took him the whole afternoon to find five pictures of himself.
"...um...is it so they will know what we look like?"
"Don't you think applications with photos are only for people who want to be idols or something for tv yoi?"
"That's...true-"
"Well," Marco continued without hearing the rest of Zoro's comment, "You know this is a senior home for rich celebrity type people right? All these patients are picky about everything-even how the nurses look like yoi. They only want handsome or beautiful nurses to take care of them. That's why applicants have to send in photos. If you're pretty, you're hired. Some patients, if you're lucky, would keep nurses like pets yoi."
Zoro's eyebrows rose in surprise. He definitely didn't want to be treated like a pet.
"So, sexual harassment is a norm here yoi. That's why there are not much women nurses. If you don't like it, then might as well quit because the administrators won't do anything. What can they say, when they're taking tons of money's from the patient's pockets yoi." Marco finished the conversation at the same time he finished the rice cracker, "Are you sure you don't want a cracker?"
"I-I'm fine," Zoro glanced up, "Uh, Marco-"
"Hm?"
"Are you fine with all the harassment?"
"Of course not yoi." Marco scowled, 'It's just wrong."
"Then why-?"
There was a large bang on the door and a large man peeked in, "Marco!"
"Pops!" Marco stood up and ran up to the patient's side, "I told you to stay in bed yoi! Your injuries aren't fully healed yet!"
"Screw the injuries! I'm perfectly fine!"
"No you're not yoi. Come on, I'm taking you back to bed."
Marco sidled up to the large man and helped him walk. Zoro noticed that the patient was dragging a tall IV holder around and tubes were connected to his nose.
"Pops, I told you to stop squeezing my ass in public yoi."
"Gura gura gura, I think my memory's slipping."
Marco let out a sigh, but let the patient do all the squeezing. Zoro watched the scene with his jaw open, and covered his hands over his face. He thought this job was the easiest he ever found-and oh boy was he wrong. If he was hired, his salary was going to soar to the roof, but he was also going to get touched in the privates.
Amidst of all the cons popped in Rayleigh, and suddenly everything lightened up. Zoro's hands were right back on his chest where Rayleigh touched. He could almost feel the large strong hands feeling his chest again. He remembered his other hand was still coated with Rayleigh's cum. It began to dry up and flaked at the less splashed areas on his hand. All of a sudden, the intimate connection between Marco and the large man who Marco called him Pops made sense. Marco didn't like the downside, but he found someone who he liked.
Zoro couldn't admit to anyone, not even to his parents, but he was falling for Rayleigh. He was the only one who was able to rip through Zoro's personal space and realize what he truly favored. He touched him in places where it lit fire in Zoro's dormant hormones. He wanted to be touched by those hands and kissed by those lips. Rayleigh invaded his heart before he even got to touch Zoro.
"Ahhh fuck..." Zoro knew his face was turning red.
The wheels were turning and Zoro strayed off the road. There was no going back.