Title: Whatever Happened
Author: kikokus (AoiTsukikage)
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters/Pairing: Law/Zoro/Sanji, in all combinations
Chapter: 8/?
Word Count: 3419
Summary: Sequel to "So Good So Far" and "Almost Easy." Sanji had always known it would be foolish to hope, and after five years, he was certain both he and Zoro had given up on ever seeing Law again. But then again, it wasn't like Law had ever made things easy…
Spoilers: For recent chapters

Chapter Eight

"So, was he as good as you remember?"

"Hmm?" Sanji was still half-asleep, resting on Zoro's shoulder and just enjoying being close. The other man had handled the soup with no problems, which Law had been rather happy about, and after that they'd all gone back to sleep.

Except, of course, Zoro had been sleeping for a few days so he'd decided to poke Sanji awake instead of disturbing Law (though the blond couldn't say he appreciated the attention in this particular case).

"You know," Zoro shrugged, and Sanji narrowed his eyes and tried to figure out what Zoro was talking about. "You mean, you guys didn't…" he looked confused, brow furrowed, and Sanji finally got it.

"No! Fuck no!" he hissed. "Sex was the last thing on my mind knowing you were being fucking tortured!"

"…Oh," Zoro looked mildly chagrined, but also kind of relieved, and Sanji felt guilty that the other man had even thought for a second he was less important than sex. "I mean, I wouldn't be mad…"

"I've got morals, Marimo, and so does he," he muttered, but when he looked up again Zoro was smiling at him. "What?"

"You two. You're hopeless," he grinned and Sanji sighed, even though that was a pretty accurate assessment of them.

"Are you saying if it had been me in that dungeon you wouldn't have held back?" Sanji glared at the other man, even though he knew Zoro was just teasing him.

At least, he thought so.

"Of course not, Cook," Zoro snorted. "But you're way more into sex than either of us."

"I can still hold myself back when somebody's life is on the line," Sanji sighed and lay back down, running his thumb over Zoro's collarbone. The swordsman, true to his nature, had listened impassively while he'd eaten his chicken broth as Law and Sanji had explained everything that had happened in the past week.

His expression hadn't changed but Sanji knew that he'd heard everything and was processing it in his own way. Sanji couldn't tell if he was angry at Law, or if he understood why the other man had chosen to keep his distance, but he didn't seem to hold any lingering resentment toward the surgeon (other than a general annoyance that Law was dictating his sleeping and eating schedules for the time being), and Sanji was fine with that.

Sometimes he wished that his brain worked more like Zoro's, that he could just hear something and make an immediate decision on how to react to it without ever second-guessing himself, but he figured that if he hadn't been able to do that by now he probably never would.

"Nobody's life is on the line now," Zoro's words pulled him back to the present and Sanji glanced up, blinking.

"You're still injured," he protested, even though the words sounded feeble to his own ears. "You…"

"So give me a show, Cook," Zoro smirked and Sanji was torn between wanting to kiss him and wanting to kick him for being so damn difficult.

He ended up doing the former, but that didn't mean he hadn't considered the second option, too.

000

It didn't take much to convince Law once Zoro had woken him up (although he'd interrogated Zoro for a good five minutes before deciding that if all he was doing was watching it shouldn't be an issue), but for some reason now that the decision had been made they were all strangely awkward.

Fuck, he and Law had been naked with each other nearly every night with no issue, but now everything felt strange.

"I should add," Law turned back to Zoro and tilted his head to the side, "that the painkillers I gave you probably make maintaining an erection rather difficult…"

"Look, you two have held out for a week, and that's pretty damn good considering I know how horny he is," Zoro jerked his thumb in Sanji's direction and the blond was getting a little tired at all of the other man's continual jabs at his libido. "You can make it up to me later," he grinned and Law smiled back, leaning to kiss the other man before he stood up.

"Right. Well, I suppose I should…" he turned around without finishing his sentence and headed out of the bedroom, Sanji hearing a bit of scuffling before he returned pushing one of the plush armchairs from the living room in front of him. "Here…"

"I can walk," Zoro batted his hand away and stood up, wobbling a little on his feet before he walked shakily over to the chair and collapsed in it, breathing heavily. "Okay. I'm not healed yet."

"No, so stop doubting my diagnosis," Law flicked his forehead and Zoro growled at him, catching his wrist and pulling him down into his lap. "You really are a horrible patient."

"Yeah. Get used to it," Zoro kissed him again, more insistently, and Sanji saw Law's body tense before his shoulders slumped and he angled his head more into the kiss.

Sanji pushed himself up farther to watch them, thinking that just like he and Law had reconnected remarkably quickly, the same seemed to be true for Law and Zoro as well. He knew Zoro's methods, though, and when he wanted something he just pushed his way through until he got it…which seemed exactly like what he was doing now.

Law was hardly objecting, though, so Sanji figured that meant they all really were fine with each other again, and that much was comforting.

He sat up and stripped off the t-shirt he'd gone to sleep in, running one hand through his hair. The movement must have caught Law's eye because he pulled away from Zoro's lips with a pleased hum and looked back toward the bed, golden eyes flashing in a way that Sanji had learned meant he was getting aroused.

"So," Sanji leaned back against the pillows, stretching so that his body was fully on display, and slid his pajama pants down his hips a little. "Gonna use any of those things you picked up on me?"

"Patience," Law chuckled, looking back at Zoro and trailing the fingers of his real hand through the man's earrings. "Though I'm sure Zoro wouldn't object, I think we'll save those for a later date," he glanced up at Sanji again. "This is going to sound extremely sentimental, but seeing as this is the first time in five years…I just want it to be us," he said, grimacing at his own words, and Sanji had to grip his fingers into the sheets because his stomach had just swooped more violently than if he'd been on a ship going over a huge wave.

"Get the fuck over here," he growled instead, trying to cover up how much those words had affected him, and Law decided to listen for once. He stripped off his own shirt and quickly got out of his jeans on the way over, damn near pouncing on Sanji and latching onto his neck, and Sanji wrapped his arms around Law's back and just held on.

"I forgot how damn sappy you idiots were," Zoro grunted, though Sanji could hear the smile in his voice.

"You know it's not something I make a habit of around anyone else," Law kissed Sanji's throat, moving back and reaching toward the bedside table. "I think I've still got…" he dug inside the drawer, pulling out a small bottle. "I haven't needed it in five years," he shrugged, and Zoro snorted. "Problem?"

"If you expect me to believe you've got a vibrating hand and you never got yourself off with it I'm gonna be insulted," Zoro replied, something of a challenge in his tone, and Sanji whimpered without meaning to because the image he'd just gotten of Law fingering himself was making his brain melt a little.

"People really do need to give you more credit, Zoro," Law purred, uncapping the bottle and pouring some of the oil onto his fingers.

"I'm not stupid," Zoro shrugged. "I mean, I'm not as smart as you guys, but I'm not stupid."

"No, most certainly not," Law moved over Sanji again. "I should have asked first instead of assuming, but if you'd rather…"

Sanji shook his head, sliding his pants down his legs and kicking them away. He wrapped one leg around Law's waist, pulling him in, and angled his hips upward.

"No. I want you to fuck me."

"Okay," Law leaned down to kiss him, sliding his finger in at the same moment, and Sanji breathed out slowly.

It had been a while for him too, after all, but there was something about Law that was so inherently calming for him that his body relaxed instinctively. He slid his fingers into Law's hair, clenching at the fluffy strands.

Sanji could feel the other man trembling, every inch of him shaking, and he pulled away from Law's mouth and wrapped him up in the tightest hug he was capable of.

"It's okay," he murmured into Law's hair. He knew what this was about, because Law was so damn good at bottling up his emotions but every once in a while he just…couldn't anymore and they came out of him in a rush. "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

"I know," Law promised, but he was still shivering, and Sanji heard the scrape of chair legs before Zoro practically slumped on top of Law, a determined look in his eye.

"Look," he growled, and Law let his body slump between them. "If it's what you want…there's no reason you ever have to be alone again. I mean…"

"He means that you're not getting rid of us so easily again," Sanji replied, knowing that admitting as much was probably too sappy for Zoro. "Although, like he said, it's up to you…"

"Yes," Law said, not hesitating for a second. "Yes, I…I Want that."

"Good," Sanji nudged his forehead against Law's and breathed with him for a few moments. "Now hurry up and fuck me."

"Patience," Law wiggled his fingers and Sanji realized they were still inside of him. "And you need to go back and sit in your ch-" he was cut off by Zoro kissing him again, something entirely consuming and possessive about the action, and Law surrendered to it to it immediately. "Mm," he sighed when Zoro finally pulled back. "As I was saying, you need to go sit in your chair, and if that was an attempt to distract me, it didn't work," he smirked, causing Zoro to roll his eye, but he did get off and shuffle back to the chair before collapsing into it.

"And yet you're willingly agreeing to being stuck with him forever," Sanji teased, getting a half-smile from Law.

"I've never backed down from a challenge, and stubborn patients are merely a…minor inconvenience," he pressed his fingers deeper and Sanji moaned when they brushed his prostate, not even caring how shameless he was being.

It had been too fucking long to worry about things like that.

"I'd forgotten how responsive you are," Law mumbled, nose pressed against his neck. "Fuck, I…"

"Don't," Sanji knew what Law was feeling, because the last night they'd had together …they'd all been trying to take in as much as they could, but five years was a long time and no matter how hard they tried there was bound to be things they'd forget, details that they'd overlook, and for Law…who'd lost so much in his life…there was probably a lot he was trying desperately to cling onto.

"I dunno how you could forget that," Zoro put in and Sanji glared at him. "Seriously, he's so damn loud…"

"I don't hear you complaining about that, Mari-fuck!" he groaned as Law curled his fingers, pressing deep inside him with unrelenting pressure.

"Now, you two bickering all the time is something I certainly do remember," Law slid a third finger in and Sanji dropped his head against the pillows, pressing his hips back.

"I'm good," he mumbled, because he couldn't wait any longer.

"If it's been a while, I think I should…"

"I'm good, Law," he promised, cupping Law's cheeks and forcing their eyes to meet, and the other man nodded after staring into his eyes.

"Okay," Law pulled out his fingers, wiping his hand on the sheets. Sanji wrapped his legs around Law's waist and pulled him closer, hands gripping his shoulders. "Relax for me," he murmured, and Sanji didn't even need to be told because he was relaxed just being with Law again.

He yanked Law into a kiss, willing his body to stay lax even as Law lifted his hips and pressed inside, as steady and unrelenting as he always had been. Sanji squeezed his eyes shut and told himself it was fucking stupid to even feel close to crying over sex, but his emotions apparently weren't listening to his brain at the moment.

"Sanji?" Law's voice was trembling as much as the rest of him and Sanji forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "I'm glad I'm not the only one affected," Law laughed, the sound harsh and nervous, and Sanji wondered what he meant by that.

There was no way Law was still doubting his feelings, was there?

He'd barely finished the thought before dismissing it because, well, this was Law, so of course there was.

"I love you," he murmured into Law's ear, holding him as tight as he could. "So fucking much. I…"

"I know. I do," Law certainly sounded like he was sure, but Sanji knew he was an expert at covering his insecurities so that didn't mean much. "Or rather, my heart does. My brain still seems to need some convincing."

Sanji laughed against his shoulder, because sometimes it still amazed him how alike they were.

"Seriously, are you two gonna fuck or are you just gonna lie there whispering to each other?"

"You're ruining the moment, Marimo," Sanji replied, turning his head so that he could look at Zoro.

The swordsman was smiling, though, and he didn't look annoyed in the least, so Sanji decided he wouldn't bug him too much about it.

"He's right," Law mentioned, hiking Sanji's legs up a little and leaning forward.

"Hmm, yeah, so get moving," Sanji regretted that a moment later because he'd forgotten how much force Law had behind those scrawny hips of his and he yelped without meaning to when the other man thrust forward.

Law seemed unwilling to hold off any longer, though, and he soon settled into a rhythm that Sanji found remarkably easy to match, rolling his hips and pressing Law's cock deep inside of himself with every rotation.

He hitched his legs up higher, wrapping his hands around the back of Law's neck and pulling him into a sloppy kiss. Law was practically holding him off of the mattress now, fucking him with deep, long strokes that left him gasping.

"Sanji…" Law breathed, his voice tight, and Sanji nodded and kissed him again because he knew how much Law still hated showing any sign of vulnerability. "Hold on," he broke away to say and Sanji glanced at him curiously, yelping when Law set a hand under his back and pulled him upright so that he was practically sitting in Law's lap. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah," Sanji nodded, rocking his hips and groaning because the angle pushed him even farther onto Law.

"I'm not going to last, I…it's been too long," Law gave him a shaky smile and Sanji reached to comb his fingers through the other man's sweat-mussed hair.

"It's fine," he promised, pressing his lips to Law's forehead. "We've got plenty of time to build up your stamina again," he teased, grunting when Law decided that was his cue to start moving.

His hands were clamped on Sanji's hips, holding him in place, and Sanji clung to Law's shoulders and just held on. He breathed him in, letting the moment consume him, and he was close enough that he heard the tell-tale hitch of breath that told him Law was barely holding himself together.

Because that?

That he remembered.

"Let go," he urged, mouth dropping open when Law thrust up strongly one last time before his body went rigid. Sanji turned his head and licked at the shell of Law's ear, running his tongue around the other man's earrings and hearing Law give a choked-off moan as he worked through his orgasm.

His hips pumped weakly a few last times before stilling and he shook his head like he was trying to clear it, bringing a hand between their bodies and reminding Sanji of his own rather insistent erection.

"Hold on," Law murmured, Sanji about to ask why before Law's fingers wrapped around his cock and the vibrations started and then it was all he could do to keep his body upright because fuck, that was intense.

Law kept his hand moving slowly, trailing up his cock and brushing his thumb over the leaking slit, the unrelenting vibrations even more intense where he was the most sensitive.

"Shit, Law," he curled his toes into the sheets, gritting his teeth and trying to eke out as much pleasure as he could because it was almost too much but it still felt incredible.

"Come for me," Law mumbled and Sanji felt his body respond instantly (and add that to the list of things he remembered, because Law could practically make him orgasm on command and apparently that hadn't changed), whining low in his throat and bucking his hips into Law's hand.

"Nngh," he groaned, the vibrations too intense against his over-sensitized cock now, and Law turned his arm off immediately.

Instead of pulling out right away, however, he wrapped Sanji up in a hug so fierce it nearly squeezed the breath out of him, and he returned the embrace once he'd figured out what was going on.

"I love you," Law mumbled against his neck, his voice breaking. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Sanji murmured, tracing his fingers down Law's back. He looked over to where Zoro was sitting, not at all surprised that the other man had disappeared again, and he nearly pitched forward when the swordsman slumped against his back. "Hey."

"Hey," Zoro replied, kissing his neck. "I really fucking hope it's the painkillers because otherwise my sex drive has completely gone away. You two're so damn hot."

And yeah, normally Sanji would be annoyed with him for completely wrecking the mood, but since the mood was turning depressing he was glad Zoro had decided to intervene.

"Trust me, you'll feel more like yourself soon," Law promised, resting his chin on Sanji's shoulder, and Zoro leaned to kiss him. "Hmm. I guess we should…"

"Yeah," Sanji braced his hands on Law's shoulders and pushed himself upright, Law's cock slipping from his body. He squeaked when Zoro pulled him off-balance and into his lap and swatted at his thigh before settling himself there comfortably.

Law flopped onto his back, splaying out against the sheets, and Sanji let himself admire the other man.

"So I'll ask again," Zoro cleared his throat: "Was he as good as you remember?"

"Yeah. Better," Sanji replied honestly, because memories could hardly compare to the real thing, and Law gave them both a sleepy, sated smile that let Sanji know he felt the same.

"Good," Zoro murmured.

Sanji blinked slowly, trying to hold off sleep as long as he could, and reached back to tug at Zoro's top. "Take your shirt off."

"Why?"

Zoro sounded suspicious, but after a pointed look from Sanji he sighed and stripped it off, huffing an annoyed breath when Sanji spread it over his lap and patted his thigh.

Law pushed himself up enough to slide the few feet that was left between him, pillowing his head on Sanji's leg and curling his body toward them.

"That's why," Sanji replied, tracing his fingers over the heart tattooed on Law's shoulder. Zoro reached around him to play with Law's hair, rubbing the other man's scalp and making him let out a sound that was almost a purr.

He looked so content, so completely open and unguarded, and Sanji knew that, this time, there was no way he and Zoro were ever letting go of Law.

"I'm glad we found you again," Zoro spoke the words like it was an effort to admit them, but Law blinked open his golden eyes and nodded.

"So am I."

Notes:

1. Once again I don't have much to say here since there wasn't any real plot advancement that happened, but I hope you all enjoyed the sappy smut. I figured it was time they got to enjoy themselves a little :)