The day was ending and the last straggler was a kind elderly woman, who asked the young blond waiter for a to-go container.
"It will be a pity to see you leave, your beauty lights up the room."
She smiles at him, "Oh hush you. If I was a young lady you would break my heart."
Sanji smiles gently, "I would treasure a gem like you forever. Your husband must have been the luckiest man in the world."
"Ronald was kind, but I think he would be jealous right now if he was still alive."
Sanji laughs at that, "I apologize to your late husband, it's simply such a beautiful treasure that should always be admired."
"Stop it" the old lady laughs, "Go get me my box you sly devil you."
"Anything for you Lucille" He winks at her, and goes back to the kitchen to grab the box.
As he enters Carne makes a snide comment, "A to-go box? She couldn't stomach your food, must be too polite to not throw it away in front of you."
"Eat shit" Sanji spits back, "It tastes better than anything you serve anyways."
"Stop embarrassing yourself in front of the customer's eggplant. It's time to start closing." Zeff calls from the other side of the kitchen.
Sanji mutters a few choice words under his breath and rushes back out to the tables before Zeff can kick him.
He helps Lucille put her food in the container and lets her use his arm to help walk back out, before he flips the sign to close and turns off the lights. It's already dark out and it's storming pretty badly.
The other chefs leave right away and the wait staff has already left for the evening.
Closing takes around half an hour, but Zeff always leaves last to make sure everything is "actually done right" so Sanji is the second to last to leave for the day. Considering how badly it's pouring the chef decides to try and make a dash for his car. Opening the back door he's hit with a cool breeze, splashing rain, and the smell of wet earth.
As the door slams and auto locks behind him he starts to run for his car but his foot hits something next to the dumpster which causes him to fall forward. Not really having anything to catch himself on he falls onto his elbows and knees.
He grumbles and kicks what tripped him blindly, assuming it's a trash bag. He's really pissed off because people are always throwing the trash bags next to the dumpster instead of in it. Not only that but because of someone's laziness he is drenched in gross back alleyway water, and he feels disgusting.
"Oi!" The irritated deep voice startles him and it's only after he looks behind him he sees that he didn't trip (and kick) a trash bag, but a person. The man in question kind of resembles a drowned rat. His hair is messy, and there are dirty smudges all over him.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there, I thought you were trash."
"Well I'm not trash asshole." The man says irritably.
"That's not what I-" Ugh, this was a mess. "Look, I didn't know you were there."
The man looked like he was about to argue when his stomach growled loudly.
"Are you hungry?" The chef finds himself asking automatically.
"I'm fine." The man says although his stomach makes another noise.
The guy is obviously hungry, "Let me get you something to eat."
A shrug and an "okay" is his only response.
Sanji weighs his options, he doesn't want to go back in and deal with Zeff. He could take him somewhere else to eat but everywhere is pretty much closed at this time of night. Maybe he can drive the guy back to wherever he lives and offer to come up and make him something.
Besides fast food, it's his only real choice, "How about I drive you home and cook for you?"
"I don't have any food."
Sanji guesses they can swing by a grocery store but this is starting to sound like a bigger and bigger hassle by the second.
"Okay, where do you live?"
"Um, about that…" the man looks embarrassed, looking back and forth.
"Oh, you're worried about telling a stranger where you live."
The man glares at him, "I'm not scared of you curly-brow, priss like you couldn't hurt me." Apparently that man had taken Sanji's words as an insult or a challenge.
"Whatever douchebag Moss head" Sanji scoffs. How can this guy judge his eyebrows when he has green hair? "In that case where do you live?"
Again the man goes silent, "It's um…"
The realization suddenly hits him. This guy doesn't have a home. Sanji looks at him again and he feels a little embarrassed about not realizing sooner. The guy looked filthy, and was sleeping in the middle of a back alley, next to a dumpster, in the rain.
Feeling like an asshole, knowing the guy is wet, hungry, probably cold, mistaken as a trash bag, kicked and then yelled at.
"How about I offer you a hot shower, fresh clothes and some food at my place?"
"Fine" The man grunts.
Without offering a hand up to the man Sanji turns and calls over his shoulder, "Follow me, in that case."
The man trudges behind him and Sanji makes a mental apology to the interior of his car which is about to get soaked. When the guy gets in, Sanji cranks up the heat, and tries to make small talk.
"You might meet Usopp" Sanji gave Zoro a once over and sighed, "Try not to freak him out, he kinda scares easily." Sanji pulls out a cigarette and quickly lights it while at a red light, he rolls down the window a little to filter out the smoke, even though the cold air from the window is counteracting the heating.
The man's eyebrows pinch together like he's thinking too hard about something, "Who's that?"
"Oh, my roommate."
"Just a roommate?" The guy asks.
"Well he's also been my friend since college when we first dormed together." The man seemed to relax a little, and a thought occurred to him, "What, did you think he was my boyfriend?"
The man crossed his arms defensively over his chest, "How should I know?"
Sanji wasn't sure if this guy was a homophobe or something but decided it didn't matter too much for the time being. He was just feeding the hungry and paying back a due. In a few hours this guy would probably leave his life forever. "I don't think his girlfriend would appreciate me dating her boyfriend." Sanji jokes, trying to keep the atmosphere light.
The rest of the ride is silent -although not awkward- and makes Sanji wonder what exactly the other man is thinking.
When they pull up to the apartment and Sanji parks the car, the silence continues as Zoro follows Sanji into his apartment. As he walks through the door it's obvious that Usopp is not home at the moment, considering all the lights are off. Sanji Instructs the man to remove his shoes as Sanji does the same after locking the door behind him. He walks down the hall and out of respect for privacy closes Usopp's bedroom door so the man can't possibly see inside.
He then grabs a towel and wash rag before walking back to the man. He hands the man both and as he gets close he can't help but notice the strong smell of booze coming off the guy. Sanji made some assumptions about why the guy was probably hungry and homeless, wasting all of his money on alcohol.
Well everyone has their devices he guesses, all too aware of the cigarette case and light in his own pockets.
Sanji nudged the man's back, leading him to the bathroom. "Hot and cold are the wrong way in this shower, and the hot runs boiling hot, so check the temperature before you get in. Everything you should need is in the shower, take your time."
"Thanks" The man says, placing the towels down on the sink.
"I'll drop some clothes off that may fit you in a bit. What do you like to eat?"
The man was staring down at towels, again looking like he was thinking too hard about something, "Rice" the man says. Sanji couldn't help the irritated noise that he makes. He's trying to be polite but this guy isn't very talkative. Hearing Sanji's irritation the man looks at him, "Onigiri"
"Onigiri, huh?" The chef takes a better look at this guy and notices that the man actually looks Asian. He wonders if the food choice is a coincidence or not, but shrugs it off. "Okay, Marimo. Enjoy your shower."
Sanji goes back to the kitchen to pull out some rice and get everything basically prepped before heading back to his room to dig through his closet. It takes some digging but he finds some large sweats that the man should be able to fit into and a large white shirt. The man was bigger than him, so he hoped that they would fit.
When he opened the bathroom door the man was already in the shower but the bathroom wasn't warm or hot at all. There was no steam what-so-ever and Sanji had to wonder if this guy was taking a cold shower.
Sanji had heard about people who took cold showers, but did not actually think that anybody did. He's tempted to ask if the man found the hot water, but that sounded stupid. Besides the man would probably only grunt as a response anyways.
Sanji left the bathroom again, the man's dirty clothes in hand and closed the door behind him, thinking about how the guy kind of reminded him of some kind of cave man. He threw the man's clothes in the wash and made his way back to the kitchen.
Sanji -being a professional chef- was very fast in making most foods and Onigiri was no different. It was an easy yet fun food to make that typically impressed women, so he was familiar with making the dish.
He made several different types, not knowing what the man would like.
It also occurred to Sanji as he heard the shower turn off that he had no idea what the man's name was. He couldn't believe that he had some random homeless guy, who could be searching through the bathroom for stuff to steal… and he didn't even know the guy's name.
He heard the man leave the bathroom but he had yet to meet back in the kitchen with Sanji. Deciding that man was taking too long, and might be scoping the place. Try to help someone else, and they try to figure out a way to rob you blind.
Sighing, Sanji decided to go look for him, and noticed the light was back on in his bedroom. Sanji -sure that he turned the light off- immediately went there first. He expected to find the man snooping into his personal belongings, maybe digging through a drawer but instead the man was laying on the bed, arms behind his head, snoring loudly and only wearing the sweatpants that Sanji had left him.
The whole scene made Sanji freeze up. First of all, why the hell did this man decide to go to sleep in his bed? Second of all, what in the holy hell happened to the guy's chest! A giant hideous scar ran across the guy's entire chest crossing from one shoulder to the opposite hip. The third thing was that this guy was absolutely shredded. Not only was this guy muscular, but each muscle was defined without being too big.
Who the hell was this guy? Sanji was even more curious to know the guy's name than he had been before.
For now, he decided to let the man sleep. Seeing as he was homeless and did not appear to be doing anything harmful Sanji decided he would wait until the food was ready before he woke him up.
He took his time making the food, letting the guy sleep a little longer and once he was absolutely satisfied with the presentation he finally went to wake up the man.
Sure enough when he entered the room the guy was still asleep, "Hey, wake-up, foods ready."
The man didn't even stir.
Sanji walked next to him and shook his shoulder, "Hey wake up."
The man scoffed, smacked his lips a few times and than fucking snored!
"Oi! Wake-up asshole! You're in my fucking bed and foods done."
Instead of answering, the man -faster than Sanji expected- grabbed Sanji's wrist and pulled him into the bed as well. Sanji's less than manly yelp was short-lived as the man turned them, and wrapped his arms around him, before snoring again.
Sanji's face was scarlet, due to embarrassment but also this guy was like a furnace. How did someone have a body temperature that burned that hot? Mostly on instinct Sanji kicked out, knocking the guy off the bed.
The man was definitely awake now, sitting up and glaring angrily at Sanji, "Stop kicking me!"
"Reflex" Sanji snootily replied.
"Both times?"
Sanji sticks up a finger, "First time I tripped and didn't know it was you." He holds up a second finger, "This time it was a reaction to being surprised."
The man grumbles under his breath.
Sanji holds out his hand for a handshake, which instead of shaking, the green haired man uses to help pull Sanji up from the bed. Did this guy actually think that Sanji needed help getting up? No, he's pretty sure that this guy is just a prime example of a douchebag.
"I didn't need help getting up!"
One of the man's eyebrows arch, "Eh? Then why did you ask for it?"
"I didn't!" Sanji is definitely losing his temper.
"You held your hand out" The man says flatly, like Sanji is the dumb one.
"It was for a handshake."
Zoro is still looking at Sanji like he's the dumb one, "We've already met."
"No shit!" The blond chef yells angrily, "But we never formally introduced." Sanji holds out his hand again, "I'm Sanji"
The man stares at Sanji's hand for a moment but finally sighs and shakes it, with a grip far stronger than necessary, "Zoro". The guy -Zoro- even says his name like a grunt.
"Well Zoro, you're in for a treat."
He leads Zoro to the kitchen and as soon as Zoro sits he stares at the food in front of him, "Where's yours?"
"I'll eat later."
Zoro stares into Sanji's visible eye, that's not covered by bangs, "Poison?" It's not that Sanji can't tell the man is actually joking, but whether he is joking or not, Sanji takes offense.
"No chef with pride would ever soil his food in any way. Food is meant to heal." Sanji angrily takes a piece of Onigiri from Zoro's plate and takes a bite to show it's not poisoned.
"Oi, that's mine!" Zoro snatched it back and shoved the rest of it in his mouth. As soon as he takes a bite Sanji takes immense pride in the face that Zoro makes. The man looks like he just ate the most delicious thing he's ever tasted in his entire life.
The green-haired man's smile becomes large and almost child-like as he looks back down at his plate and starts shoveling the food into his mouth.
"Chew!" Sanji scolds, but it's only half-hearted. There is nothing that pleases him more than seeing people enjoy his food.
Zoro once again makes a grunting noise around the food in his mouth. Sanji smiles and debates if it's a good idea or not before giving in and heating up some Sake for the man as well. From the man's smell earlier he knew the man definitely drank.
When Sanji places the alcoholic beverage in front of him he looks like Christmas came early, "Thanks cook" Zoro says after swallowing down some food and starts guzzling down the Sake like water.
"Drinking it like that is a waste, you're not even tasting it you barbarian!"
"'S good"
He doesn't know why, because this man pushes all of his buttons but he wants to keep him happy. He decides the guy can drink as much of the bottle as he wants. This is about when he was planning on kicking him out, but he hears a clap of thunder and it's still raining.
It seems counterproductive to send the man back outside in the storm, now that he's all clean and dry.
Ugh, he hates how quickly he gets attached.
"I'm going to take a shower, I'll be back in a bit."
Sanji prepares his clothes for his shower, and throws Zoro's now washed clothes from the washer into the dryer. When he finally steps under the hot water of the shower head his mind wanders back to the stranger he left unattended in his house. Would he get out of the shower to find the man had stolen his TV and ran?
We rubbed his sudsy luffa over his body and contemplated what to do next. Zoro seemed to have no bad intentions, and if he hadn't done anything concerning by time he got out of the shower…. Should he let him stay the night?
Zoro could sleep on the couch, and it had been a long time since he was able to make someone a proper breakfast, besides Usopp.
Sanji ran his fingers through his wet hair, and thought about it some more. Usopp would definitely freak out if he came home and some strange guy was sleeping on their couch.
He finished up his shower still not sure what to do, and got dressed for the night -a pair of matching silky baby blue pajamas- and walked back to the kitchen. Zoro was gone but his dishes had been washed and put in the drying rack. Sanji checked the front door to see if he had left but it didn't seem so. Sanji didn't see him in the living room, and walked into his bedroom to find the man once again asleep in his bed.
Sanji scoffed, and considered knocking him off, but the man looked so comfy. Sanji finally relented and grabbed a heavy blanket to lay on the floor next to the bed. This man probably mostly slept on the ground, tonight he could use Sanji's nice mattress.
He left and came back again this time with another blanket, and a pillow, throwing both onto the ground as well.
"What are you doing?" Zoro asked sleepily from the bed.
"Just go back to sleep. I'll sleep on the floor tonight."
"It's your bed." Zoro said matter-of-factly. He scoots over and pats the spot he just made.
"I'm not sleeping with you." This is not up for debate.
"Scared?" Zoro asks mockingly.
"No, do you want to sleep with a stranger?"
Zoro looked him up and down, "If it's you."
Sanji feels his face flush, maybe Zoro wasn't a homophobe, maybe Zoro had asked if Usopp was just a roommate for a very different reason.
"Are you hitting on me?" Sanji asks, feeling pretty uncomfortable.
A feral smile is on Zoro's face, "Interested?"
"I didn't bring you here to…" Sanji waves his hand about lazily, "You know…"
"Shame" Zoro closes his eyes. "I won't touch you. Promise."
Sanji scoffs, "Promises don't mean much from a stranger."
Zoro cracks open his good eye just a sliver to look at him, before closing it again.
Sanji worries his lip, the floor wasn't very comfortable and anything Zoro could try to do to him sharing a bed he could also easily do while Sanji slept on the floor as well. Heaving a large sigh, Sanji gives in, "Fine."
"And if you change your mind~" The man teases.
"I won't!" Sanji hisses angrily.
"You have my consent" the green haired man smirks, eyes still closed.
He turns off everything, before returning to bed and it looks like his new bed-mate is already back asleep. It feels weird getting into the same bed as a stranger, but considering how light of a sleeper he is, and that Zoro is up against the wall, at least he knows that besides maybe trying to strangle him while he sleeps, Zoro can't do a whole lot.
…
"Sanji, I'm cold" Nami is wearing a long thin dress that is mostly see-through.
Sanji wraps his arms around her from behind, "I'll keep you warm"
"Oh Sanji" her tone has gone lusty.
She grabs his hands that are wrapped around her waist and moves them up until he is cupping her breasts, he can feel her breasts, and erect nipples through the thin material, "Sanji~" her voice is more like a whisper than anything. "Warm me up, please" She grinds herself back into him.
She looks back over her shoulder at him, before turning to face him completely.
He leans close and kisses her, she is quick to kiss him back. To his surprise, her kiss is much more hungry and powerful than he expected from his sweet Nami. She places a hand on his cheek, and he is thrown off by how large and rough her hand is.
He almost feels like things are fading, and becoming unclear.
It felt good though, and kissed her back just as deeply. The hand on his cheek moves to the back of his head, and the kiss is almost suffocating.
It feels so good, and real, it feels so real. He thrusts his hips meeting air, but a body that is far too large to be Nami scoots closer to him and when he thrusts his hips again, he is able to press himself against something hot and firm, that feels incredible.
Nami is no longer there, it's just sensations that he's completely losing himself in. It all feels so damn good, that he can't get enough. He can't ever remember feeling this turned-on before, except maybe back when he was a hormonal teenager.
"Fuck" the deep voice that is definitely not Nami's starts to wake him from his haze.
Sanji opens his eyes as the mouth that was a moment ago is now on his neck, licking, sucking, nipping at the sensitive flesh there. Sanji, still waking up, lets out a needy noise and shivers as that hot body moves them so he's underneath, and being ravished so deliciously.
He can hear birds singing their hearts out outside and the sun isn't quite peeking over the horizon yet, so it must be really early morning.
It occurs to him almost in the same instance that the person groping and enjoying his body is the man from yesterday, Zoro. Sanji knows that he should care, but for the life of him he really can't.
Everything that Zoro is doing feels so good, he never even knew that another person's touch could feel this good.
"You said you wouldn't touch me" Sanji barely manages to keep his voice from shaking in pleasure.
"You kissed me first, cook." Zoro's voice is laden with lust, and it sends all the best tingles shooting through Sanji's veins, to his finger tips.
Sanji knew he could put a stop to this. He didn't know Zoro but he somehow knew that if he asked the man to stop, that he would. He didn't want whatever this was, to stop though.
Zoro's mouth is back on Sanji's and it's so hot and demanding that Sanji has to grab onto the other man to ground himself. One of Zoro's large hot hands traveled up Sanji's night shirt and greedily kneed at one of his pecs, before squeezing the nipple hard between his finger and thumb.
Sanji arches his back, and Zoro takes advantage of it to lift the shirt up until it's bunched up under Sanji's arms. That hot, wonderful, demanding mouth is now taking the place of his hand and Sanji's eyes roll back. He had never liked people playing with his nipples, they had never been sensitive and it was more awkward than anything when people tried to get reactions out of him by playing with them.
So why was he losing his mind with Zoro playing with them?
Sanji's hand somehow finds itself carting into Zoro's unruly hair. "Taste good." Is all Zoro manages to say in between sucking on Sanji's oversensitive flesh.
The man above him grinds against him, and Sanji's mind and body freezes. Half his mind is freaking out about how he just felt another mans -very hard- erection grind against him. The other half of Sanji's brain is overdrive about how sexy and hot everything is and how he wants more and more.
Everything is so new regarding all of this and it's like he can't get enough of it. He wants to drown in this man above him, and isn't sure if he'll ever experience anything that feels as good as this does, ever again.
That sinful, greedy mouth is traveling down Sanji's body and the blond actually yelps as his bottoms are suddenly shoved down his hips, the cool air of the room hitting his oversensitive bits.
He hears Zoro chuckle and almost yells at him but the words die in his throat as a needy moan escapes instead when Zoro wraps his large hands around Sanji's hips and yanks his hips up as he devours Sanji's length in one go.
Now Sanji isn't new to blow jobs but the way that this man is giving him head is like he's starved for it. Zoro growls around Sanji's cock and the sensation is beyond intoxicating.
Zoro rearranges so he can support Sanji's weight with one hand, Sanji's hips are high into the air, legs over Zoro's incredibly wide shoulders and Zoro's other hand is now in his borrowed sweatpants and touching himself.
Sanji still knows that he should be protesting this, fighting against it, but it's easier said than done when Sanji is having the best sexual experience of his entire life.
Everything past that point is sweat, sensations, heat and pleasure. When he finally comes, he can actually hear Zoro audibly gulp him down as well as feel it.
He didn't hear or see Zoro find his own release, he's too busy trying to catch his breath and actually get his brain to function properly again.
When he finally does, he realizes Zoro is lying next to him panting like he was the one that just got the worlds best oral, instead of Sanji.
Realizing that he didn't have anything to really say about everything that just happened, Sanji simply sat up, "I'm going to make us some breakfast.
Sanji's body feels loose and relaxed and he thinks back on Zoro's preferences of traditional Japanese cuisine he settles on making some Omurice for breakfast as well as both some coffee and matcha tea.
The rain had stopped some time late into the night because looking out of the window Sanji can see that the ground outside is still wet. He cracks open the window letting the cool morning air in. The cool air is refreshing and helps him wake up a little better.
He can't deny what had happened this morning and he feels weird about the fact that after breakfast he's probably never going to see Zoro again. It's for the best though…
Out of the corner of his eye he sees Zoro sit at the table, yawning and stretching, making all of his muscles flex. Sanji had never really been attracted to men before besides being able to acknowledge that a man was attractive or not.
What made this man in particular so different? Sanji shook his head as if he could shake the thought away as well. He finished up the breakfast and placed it in front of the other man.
They ate in mostly silence and Sanji wondered if this was awkward. He didn't feel like it was, but maybe he was wrong. If it wasn't awkward, after everything that happened that morning, shouldn't they be talking?
After they finished eating, Sanji retrieved Zoro's clothes.
"Well…" Sanji runs his hand over the back of his neck, "Good luck out there." Sanji says awkwardly walking to the front door and unlocking it.
"Kicking me out dart-brows?" Sanji can't read anything from the man's tone, but he kinda thinks the man seems disappointed. Was that wishful thinking? Did he wish that Zoro didn't want to leave? Shouldn't he want the man gone?
Zoro walks past him, still shirtless, and puts on his heavy combat boots.
Sanji opens the door but before Zoro completely steps out he surprises Sanji by leaning over and kissing him, it's short and sweet compared to the ones they shared earlier. "Next time, you should come to my place."
His place?
Sanji's brows furrow, "Aren't you homeless?"
Zoro snorts, "I never said that."
Sanji's mouth is gaping open.
What!?
Zoro smirks at Sanji's shocked face, and walks down the hall and down the stairs like he didn't just shatter Sanji's mind.
"WHAT!?" Sanji screams into the now empty apartment hallway before slamming the door shut and sliding down the door, face bright red.