'Woke up, fell out of bed;
Dragged a comb across my head.
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat.'
- A Day in the Life, The Beatles
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Sanji screeched. "You shitty fucker, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Zoro pulled back with a stunned expression on his face at Sanji's outburst and could only blink in surprise when Sanji turned back to glare at him.
"What? What'd I do?"
"You can't just plunge in like that!" he growled out, grinding his teeth around his long gone cigarette butt. "It hurts, asshole."
Zoro scowled and scratched at the back of his neck; he didn't like being made look a fool, or to be chastised for doing something wrong. Sanji held his hard glare for a minute longer to get his point across before he resumed his face down position on the bed, his rear end raised to meet and great Zoro who was resting comfortably on his knees.
"Sorry, I uh… thought you'd done this before." Zoro apologized, resuming his position he'd been in before Sanji had interrupted him. He placed his erection to the blonde's entrance once more before slowly pressing himself in, mindful of Sanji's comfort levels.
"I've done plenty of girls." Sanji muttered, biting into his lip as he tried to get used to the sensation of something wedging it's way inside him. He grunted and wriggled a bit to get into a more comfortable stance as Zoro continued to slowly push his way in, giving the blonde wary glances to make sure he wasn't going to repeat his earlier mistake.
"You're the first, ungh, guy."
"Oh."
They fell into silence as they concentrated on the sex. Zoro was taking his time, slowly pulling in and out of Sanji who was stroking himself in time to match the man's thrusts.
The silence was marred by the blonde's soft grunts and growls or the occasional sharp intakes of breath he pulled when Zoro found that one, sweet and sensual spot that seemed to set Sanji over the edge, even if the green haired man's performance wasn't incredible.
For Zoro, though, the noises Sanji was making managed to encourage him along as he picked up his pace, making the blonde beneath him clamp down tighter on his lower lip, focusing only on the pleasure of having his prostate hit.
Sanji's breathing was becoming heavier as he felt himself coming closer to climaxing, his stroking becoming quicker and needier to match with Zoro's well-timed pacing.
"Zoro," Sanji breathed out in a gasp. "Faster, Zoro."
Wordlessly Zoro complied, pausing in his thrusts to get a better hold over Sanji's slender hips as he prepared to finish up the night hard and fast. The movements came naturally to the tan, well-built man as he rolled his hips at a quick and steady pace, breathing hard as he felt the tell-tall pressure building in his lower stomach up as his partner shuddered and finished beneath him.
Sanji came into his own hand breathlessly and bit back the guttural cry that had been trying to claw it's way out of his throat. He wouldn't allow Zoro the pleasure of hearing him scream; it wasn't in his nature to be that girly. Zoro growled and let his fingers scrabble along at his hips, his fingers digging into his skin as he came, grunting and growling and sighing with release.
He pulled out breathlessly and rolled off the blonde, grinning, satisfied as he lay on Sanji's bed and stared up at the ceiling, letting the post-sex orgasm wash through him. The blonde flopped onto his back and drew himself up against the headboard to light up a new cigarette, discarding the remains of the previous one into his nearby ashtray.
Zor ran an arm over and across his forehead to wipe away the sweat that had gathered on his brow with a huge grin plastered on his face, obviously completely and totally satisfied with his first sexual experience. Sanji glanced at him and couldn't help but snicker; it'd been a while since he'd seen someone that pleased to have lost their virginity.
"Good, right?"
Zoro chuckled and the grin seemed to grow as he peered at Sanji from underneath his arm.
"Yea. Better than I thought. Man, I've been missing out."
Sanji snorted in arrogance as a smug grin came across his boyish face before he drove his foot into the side of Zoro's head, earning a startled cry from the man moss coloured hair.
'Like marimo.' Sanji thought to himself as Zoro sat up abruptly, clutching the side of his face while he chuckled lightly.
"Argh, what the hell?"
"I'm the best in the business." He said, his grin spreading across his face. "Don't you ever forget it. Now, time to pay up, moss-head."
Zoro glared at him, grumbling, as he rubbed the side of his face and lumbered out of Sanji's bed and into the main room where their night's adventure had began. Sanji followed after him, admiring the way the man looked from behind, and watched as Zoro began to re-dress himself in the discarded clothes they'd left behind, noting the way his chest flexed as he pulled that tight, white t-shirt over his head.
And that's when Sanji noticed the large, raging scar proudly dominating Zoro's torso. He frowned; how come he hadn't noticed that before? Had he really been so caught up in the foreplay that he'd neglected to see something so prominent? Curious, Sanji decided to ask about it.
"How'd you get that?" he asked, crossing his arms as he leaned naked against the wall, gesturing towards Zoro's impressive chest scar with his head.
Zoro blinked at him stupidly before looking down at himself, realizing Sanji was talking about his scar. He smiled and finished pulling his shirt on.
"Curiosity killed the cat."
"But he died satisfied." Sanji retorted, frowning when he realized that Zoro had no intention of answering his question.
Zoro only laughed as he got his pants back on and plunked back onto Sanji's couch to drag his socks on.
"Touché, pussycat."
Sanji didn't bother rounding up his own clothes; he'd go to bed as soon as Zoro left, and he usually slept in the nude. Why get dressed when you're just gonna get naked again? Besides, it wasn't like he should hide himself from Zoro anyway- they did just have sex, after all.
Zoro finished lacing his boots and stood up, twisting back and forth out of habit to crack his back before he dug his hands into his pockets to retrieve the money he owed Sanji. He frowned when his fingers met nothing but fabric, and a light panic set through him.
He turned his pockets inside out, but the only thing that came from it was some lint and a paperclip. No wallet. He looked up at Sanji apologetically, but the blonde wasn't amused, and was glaring at him, shifting his cigarette around in his clenched teeth in agitation as he waited for Zoro to come up with the money.
"Um…"
Sanji's curly eyebrows furrowed together as Zoro quickly went through his coat pockets to draw out a few crumpled bills, but they weren't nearly enough to cover the cost. The frown on his face only grew deeper as he approached the other man angrily. This idiot moss-head had come red-lighting without any money!
"Idiot!" Sanji yelled as Zoro backed up, wary of the blonde's actions. Sanji launched a kick aimed at his head and Zoro ducked, scrambling away in the opposite direction in surprise. "What kind of idiot doesn't bring money when he comes to a prostitute?"
"I-hey!" Zoro dodged yet another kick as he sidled around the couch to grab up the beanie he'd been wearing earlier as he struggled his way into his coat. "Look, I'll pay you back! I didn't know you were going to be so expensive!"
In Zoro's defense, that was true; if Zoro had known ahead of time that Sanji was going to charge as much as he did, then he probably would've come with more money on hand. However, Sanji didn't care; all he cared about right now was getting his money, which Zoro didn't seem to have.
"Idiot! Idiot!" Sanji kept kicking at the idiot Marimo and was mildly surprised to find that the man could dodge his attacks with apparent ease; attacks that had been used on other, more forceful, prospective male would-be clients and had beaten them down. Enraged and annoyed with all of this, Sanji snapped. "Get out, you shitty fucker! Out!"
"Ok, ok! I'm sorry!" Zoro cast what little money he had on him away and toward Sanji before bolting for the door, situating his hat on his head as he raced through the exit and out of site.
Sanji let out a few angry huffs before he growled and kicked the door shut, ignoring the loud slam. He glared at the money Zoro had left behind with disdain before he scooped it up, uncurling the money to find a twenty and a couple of one dollar bills all crumpled up together. Sighing as he felt a headache coming on, he tried to will it away as he yawned, the fatigue of being woken up abruptly in the early morning to perform sexual favors catching up to him.
He massaged his temples and willed his anger away, choosing to deal with the moneyless Marimo later, if later should ever come. Yawning again, he made to lock the door (never could be too careful around these parts) before slowly making his way back into his bedroom.
He dropped Zoro's crumpled money into the top drawer of his dresser to join the rest of his whore money before he flopped back onto his bed and turned out the lamp, drifting off into a dreamless slumber.
Zoro woke up later that morning tired and with a dim recollection of what had transpired hours before. He was not under any circumstances a morning person, and took a while to fully wake up, but as his brain began to do so and he went about his morning routine, the memories slowly drifted back to him and he found himself grinning goofily at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Zoro the virgin was a virgin no more!
His good mood shattered instantly when he heard a crash come up from downstairs, and he groaned. That crash meant that his roommate was awake and probably trying to cook himself breakfast, which spelt disaster; especially since his roommate was one Monkey D. Luffy, and Monkey D. Luffy had absolutely no skills in the kitchen.
As the smell of something burning reached his nostrils, Zoro growled and exited the bathroom, yelling down the stairs at his incompetent roommate.
"Oi, Luffy! What the hell're you doing?"
Another crash sounded and Zoro flinched as Luffy yelped.
"I'm hungryyyyyy!" the boy downstairs wailed.
Zoro frowned as the smoke alarm went off and he slapped his palm to his face as he went back into the bathroom.
'Great.' He thought. 'Just another day in the life.'
The daily morning kitchen fire was nothing out of the ordinary for the two strange men sharing the townhouse; in fact, it had become routine. After the smoke alarm went off, Luffy's brother Ace and his friend Smoker would come over on call from the fire department and hang out, seeing as how no one else could put up with Luffy's disastrous cooking attempts.
At least they were in good knowledge that their smoke alarm worked properly.
Ace was leaning back against the kitchen counter hiding a not-so subtle grin behind a mug of coffee he'd had the swordsman brew up for him. Zoro threw Luffy's older brother vehement glares as he scrubbed the dishes in the sink. He knew what Ace was going to say, and prepared to respond when he vocalized what Zoro knew was coming.
"You really are like his wife." Ace snickered out with a laugh, and Zoro yelled angrily, aiming the plate in hand at the head of the cackling firefighter.
"Shut up! Don't say that!" Zoro growled as Ace left the kitchen, placing his empty mug on the counter for Luffy's 'wife' to clean out.
"Don't you want to be my wife, Zoro?" Luffy asked, peeking his head into the kitchen area with a look of hurt etched onto his naïve face.
Zoro just sighed and massaged his temples, turning back to the pile of dishes as Luffy giggled and left, choosing to wail his woes to the two men in the den. The green-haired man shook his head but didn't bother trying to hide the amused smile that had worked its way onto his face.
If anyone asked Zoro if he liked living with the young boy who thought he was a pirate, he'd deny that he did; no questions asked. It wasn't that he was embarrassed that he was housed up with the young man, but rather it was his masculine disposition to deny having enjoyed anything. Although he never admit it out loud, there wasn't anyone else Zoro would've chosen to room. It amused him to no end what kind of situations Luffy would get them into, and he wouldn't trade those misadventures for anything in the world. Besides, good friends were hard for Zoro to come across; he'd had practically none before he met Luffy.
He finished up the dishes and washed his hands before going out into the den to find that Ace and Smoker had engaged in a heated round of Tekken that had most likely been instigated by Luffy.
"Hadouken!" Ace shouted. "Hadouken, hadouken hadouken!"
"Stop it, Portgus!" Smoker shouted out from his spot on the floor as he continued mashing the buttons on his controller angrily in an attempt to tip the scales. It didn't seem like he knew what he was doing and had resorted to pure button mashing just to get by.
Luffy was sitting cross-legged on their couch laughing maniacally as Ace continued to beat Smoker silly. Zoro chuckled to himself as he crossed his arms and shook his head in amusement, and joined Luffy on the couch as Ace continued yelling 'hadouken!' When Ace finally won, grinning and beaming, Smoker stood up with a growl and tossed the controller to Luffy who eagerly took the older man's spot on the floor. Smoker sat back onto the couch with a grunt as the two brothers picked their characters. The match began and the two engaged in another intense battle as they both tilted and leaned into their moves, yelling loudly at each other.
"I can't believe I'm being paid to do this." Smoker said as he chuckled around his cigar, watching as the once virtual fight began to get physical. Luffy elbowed into Ace, who pushed back into his brother angrily before they ended up abandoning the controllers all together to wrestle around loudly on the floor.
Zoro ha'd in agreement as Ace and Luffy got increasingly violent, but neither man on the couch made any move to break up the fight, enjoying the battle far too much.
"If only I was so lucky." Zoro said, shaking his head, chuckling.
"I forgot some people actually have to work for a living. How's that sword school treatin' ya?"
Zoro shrugged and stretched his arms out across the back of the couch, watching as Ace tried to pry Luffy's face in half, stretching it wildly.
"Eh, they cut my hours again; I'm starting to look for a second job."
Zoro shrugged as Smoker eyed him from out the corner of his eye in concern for his friend; the swordsman was no stranger to money problems, and all of them knew how much trouble he tended to get into when his wallet was thin.
"You didn't tell me that." His roommate accused, the fight halting as a serious topic began to unfold.
Luffy's dark, serious eyes were out of place on his usually childish face, and Zoro couldn't help but look away; he couldn't stand to see Luffy looking so serious. It was unsettling. He sighed and let his head hang back over the edge of the sofa to gaze up at the ceiling to avoid that dark, deadly gaze. It was obvious everyone felt rather awkward as they settled into an uncomfortable silence.
The happy and carefree atmosphere went out the window as no one spoke, letting the game's noises take residence and play on in the background. Zoro felt the weight of the sofa shift as Smoker rose to his feet and beckoned for Ace to follow after him, scooping up his hat along the way. The green haired man watched as the odd pair got their stuff together and made their way to the front door where they turned back and gave them a wave goodbye.
"See you tomorrow, guys." Ace said in cheery reminder as they exited the townhouse and shut the door behind them, leaving the two companions alone.
"Hope not." Zoro murmured as he let his head fall back against the couch, shutting his eyes. He could tell Luffy still had that stern gaze on his face and was watching him carefully, but Zoro wasn't in the right mind to deal with that drama right then.
Zoro started and coughed loudly when he felt Luffy jump up onto his lap, prying his eyes open with his fingers to peer into them with a seemingly angry aura.
"Are you having money problems again, Zoro?"
He frowned and cast his eyes away from Luffy's, pushing the smaller man off his lap and onto the floor with ease. Money problems? Well, not yet, but at the rate he was going it wouldn't be long before it got bad. He was glad that the rent was halved between the two of them; it certainly made that less of a problem, but with his job cutting back on his hours yet again, it'd be hard to pay it even if it was halved.
Zoro was sure Luffy'd spot him the money if it came down to that, but his pride as a man forbade him to rely on other people; he had to be able to pay for his half of the rent on his own.
"Don't worry about it, Luffy." He said, getting off the couch and stretching, all the while noting that Luffy didn't take his eyes off him once.
"But you're my wife, Zoro; I have to worry about it."
"I told you not to call me that." Zoro sighed and locked eyes with his concerned roommate. "Seriously, I'm fine. Plenty of money stashed away."
Luffy looked skeptical, but he allowed the argument to die as he too sighed. He turned back to the tv screen and grabbed up one of the controllers and offered one to Zoro, who declined it.
"I'm gonna take a nap before work." Zoro said with a yawn to illustrate his point before turning back to the staircase.
"But you just woke up!"
While Zoro and Luffy had been entertaining their guests, Sanji was still lying in bed, having long ago turned off his alarm to abide with his decision to not to go to school that day. As the sun crept through the blinds and cascaded over his eyelids, his eyebrows knit together and he groaned, stirring in his sleep.
He opened his eyes groggily, turning over onto his side to escape the sunlight that was inching through the blinds. He yawned and cracked the bones in his toes before he glanced at his clock, which gave him a digital readout of 11:30 a.m.
Sanji blinked and hid back under his blankets; he didn't have work for another… 4 and a half hours. He let his eyes shut briefly as a wave of sleepiness overcame him and he let his eyes flutter shut as he went into a light slumber. The next time he opened his eyes it was 12:15, and he was hungry.
Scowling, he roused himself to get out of bed and stumbled into the conjoining bathroom to start the shower and brush his teeth. He noted the dull pain that had begun to make itself known due to last nights experimentations, but he ignored it in favor of freshening himself up. Sanji finished his business at the sink and took a quick shower, choosing not to dress himself after he'd finished and walking out into his kitchen clad in nothing but the white towel around his waist.
Much more awake from the shower, he wandered into his kitchen to do what he enjoyed doing most (besides having sex)- cooking. He let himself smile softly as he went about cooking up a late breakfast, completely forgetting Zoro's lack of payment for the night before, losing himself to the familiar feel of cutting and frying.
Just another day in the life.
A/N: Fixed up some issues with Zoro's character again, and tried to make the transitions between scenes smoother.