Author's Note: Okay so here we go, this chapter was like, oh dear God, I imagined it so many ways and none of them involved this. The ending's weird, I will admit it, but yeah, you're going to have to deal with my weirdness. Has anyone read Lord of the Flies? I'm feeling sick reading it, seriously, I nearly puked when I read chapter 9 in class. And then my teacher said there was a metaphor for a gangbang when these boys killed a pig ... Anyway, that horrible image out of my mind, my friend also introduced me to Dan and Phil on YouTube! I've found a British boy I wouldn't mind marrying. I like Phil and Dan, but I kinda like Dan just a tad better. Dan just reminds me of a character I created, the awkwardness and genuine klutzy weird awkward moments are totally tangible. Apparently he got kicked out a mall for being too weird. So I worked really hard on this chapter, but the ending kind of sucks. Would you believe me if I said we've got two more chapters and then it's over? And then I gotta figure out which story I'm writing! Oh God! So if you could please answer my poll if you haven't about which One Piece story I should write next, it'd be really appreciated. One last thing about Lord of the Flies though, for some reason, I absolutely adore Jack. Well, I think he's awful but he's an amazing character, very intriguing and leaving me interested and just a tad- okay, very disturbed. I don't own One Piece! Also sorry, there's no separator of smut cause I don't even know where to put it. THIS WHOLE CHAPTER IS NOT SEX THOUGH!
Full Summary
Sanji is the assistant cook of the world-renowned restaurant, the Baratie, the only restaurant like it in the world. He's a successful chef and flirts with the customers every chance he can get but there's a problem. It's all a facade. The cooks give a new meaning to the word "abusive", both mental and physical. The only thing keeping Sanji alive is his love for cooking and a good ol' pack of cigarettes.
Zoro Roronoa is a swordsman who suddenly has more change in his pocket than he expected and enters the Baratie by recommendation. His waiter happens to be a curly browed man with an adoration for cigarettes. An attempt speak to the head chef goes horribly wrong and he gets sucked into the crumbling world of the chef's, wondering how he can possibly save him and better yet, why does he want to save him in the first place?
WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER, the following things are present in this chapter of Beautiful Disaster:
Sex (Zoro's on top, for the first time ever!)
Mentions of other things I can't remember.
Chapter 40: Force of Nature
I tried to tie my heart down, board up all the windows
Oh but it's too late now
I let you get too close
I know I should take cover, hide inside these four walls
But baby I surrender, it all
-Bea Miller, Force of Nature
"Zoro …" His voice was so soft, so sweet. Zoro memorized each syllable, the way he said his name, making sure he'd never forget it. "I want to do it."
Zoro's eyes opened in surprise. "What?"
"I want you to make love to me." Sanji took a deep breath. "I want you to be on top."
Almost like the first time Sanji had told Zoro he wanted to do it, the silence was unbearable. If Zoro went off saying he was hallucinating again like he had when Sanji had first told him he wanted to do it, or when he had first told him he loved him, Sanji would be ready to scream. The swordsman seemed to have trouble accepting reality the way it was. As much as Sanji knew he had been through hell, he knew Zoro had been through some rough stuff as well and perhaps it was what had happened with Kuina that had him so screwed up at the moment.
"I … I …"
"If you say you're dreaming or I'm crazy or you're crazy or some kind of crazy shit like that, I'm taking it back," Sanji declared. He bit his bottom lip, already feeling himself become nervous. He had already thought about it, about whether or not he wanted to do something this extreme with Zoro and the answer he had come up with was yes. Dear God, yes, he wanted to and it scared him. But Zoro … Zoro wouldn't hurt him, would he?
"I …"
"If you say 'I' one more time I'm pulling out your tongue," Sanji added.
Zoro shut his mouth abruptly and merely stared at him.
Sanji wasn't sure if Zoro knew how uneasy he was making him with his gaze. It made his stomach churn as he thought about it, wondering where he went wrong, if he shouldn't have said it, if he had picked the wrong moment, if Zoro would think it was something that was happening only in the moment. He closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath.
"Don't say anything yet. Let me talk." Sanji waited a moment, partially to make sure Zoro wouldn't speak and partially to gather all his thoughts. Once both were under control, he began. "I'm not asking you for this because I think I need to say it. I'm not saying it because of the moment, I've been thinking about it recently, I really have. I don't think if I don't ask you to be on top you'll dump me or anything. Let me just get that out of the way before you start coming up with some crazy assumption, but I know you've probably already done it anyway. I … I've told you this before, but Un. Je t'aime, whatever language you want me to say it in, I'll say it. I'm not asking you to do this to prove that I love you or anything either, it's more like … Fuck it's complicated. I just … I want you. I want you and I'm ready, I'm ready to do it this way."
Zoro stared at him unblinkingly as the silence enveloped the two of them.
Sanji fiddled with his hands, feeling anxiety rise in his stomach. His eyes flittered around the room, looking everywhere but at Zoro and that place that dead spider was probably. "Um … we don't have to do it now or anything—"
"You call the shots."
Sanji's breath hitched and he looked up at Zoro who was staring at him with a look of complete concentration in his eyes. "What?"
"You call the shots, you always have," Zoro said. "You've always been in control and if we do this now, it won't be any different. If we start off one way and you decide you want to back out at the last moment, that's okay, you can tell me and we'll do it differently."
Sanji nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat. "Okay."
Zoro nodded and they fell into silence.
Sanji's eyes finally left Zoro's and instead stared at his chest, looking at the scars, that large one that went across his chest, droplets of water from his shower sneaking in through the crevices. He watched the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in slowly, calmly as Sanji's heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest. He leaned closer on the bed and it shifted slightly under his weight. He raised a hand to Zoro's chest and slowly let his fingers run over every scar, memorizing it.
It felt like something new entirely, almost everything they did together felt like a first. Zoro put his chin in his hand and pulled him up for a soft kiss, letting Sanji melt into it, feeling the warmth of Zoro's skin on his.
Zoro pressed a little harder against his lips and Sanji let himself fall back onto the bed, feeling the slightest bit of anxiety rise in his stomach as the swordsman's tongue swept over his lips sweetly, agonizingly slowly. With a sudden intake of breath, Zoro's tongue entered Sanji's mouth and the blond felt the world fade around him.
He became aware of everything that surrounded him and all that surrounded him was Zoro. He could feel the man's hand on his hip, squeezing lightly to keep him in place, but it wasn't a hold Sanji couldn't break if he wanted to. He felt Zoro's other hand move from his chin to his neck, holding the base of his skull, letting his fingers play with the hairs on the nape of his neck. Zoro's chest was against Sanji's, his dress-shirt becoming a bit damp from Zoro's freshly cleaned body, but he didn't care. One of his hands snaked around to wrap around Zoro's back, pressing him just slightly closer while his other one went into Zoro's spiky hair, musing it.
The smell of steel and mint devoured his senses as he held his breath. Zoro moved from his lips to his neck, gently kissing the column of his neck. The hand on Sanji's hip slowly moved to the front of Sanji's stomach. He played with the hem of Sanji's shirt, but he didn't pull, he didn't push. Instead, he let his hand slide over his stomach over the thin material of cotton. Sanji took a sudden intake of breath, feeling nervous. The room was properly lit and though they had done this before, he felt as though he was more exposed than ever. When he tensed, Zoro's hand moved away.
He could hear Zoro's earrings chime as he moved from his neck back up to his face, to his ear, licking the shell of his ear. Sanji felt Zoro's hand move from the front of his stomach to his hip again. There was no frustration, he wasn't annoyed that Sanji still felt insecure, he didn't care. Zoro blew lightly on his ear, making Sanji shiver. He closed his eyes and let himself relax, let himself come undone as Zoro's hand on his hip went to his back, gently rubbing his back.
Sanji opened his eyes slightly, heavy-lidded as he stared at Zoro. "You … you can touch me," he said softly.
Zoro's eyes widened a fraction before he kissed Sanji, devouring him in a soft kiss that was too sweet for Sanji to handle. It was though he was killing him softly. Zoro didn't touch him though, not skin to skin. Rather, he let his hand move over the top of Sanji's dress-shirt. He felt his chest through thin material slowly. When he detached himself from Sanji's lips, he moved down to his neck, his shoulder blades. He moved farther down and still, he wouldn't touch Sanji directly. Sanji wondered if Zoro was trying to kill him on purpose.
Zoro let go of Sanji, putting his hands instead on either side of Sanji's body, not near his head, not so he felt caged, but enough so that he knew Zoro was there. As though he could ever forget. He leaned down and licked at Sanji's neck, moving farther down. He kissed Sanji through the thin material of his clothes, his tongue dampening the cotton.
Zoro's lips brushed over Sanji's nipple and the man's back arched suddenly. It almost tickled, the lightest touch. It sent nerves throughout his whole body. He didn't know what to call it, but he knew that he wanted Zoro to touch him with his hands on his own skin. He made a move to lift his shirt himself, but Zoro stopped him.
"Don't rush," said the swordsman in a soft voice.
He let his tongue swirl around Sanji's nipple, the heat of his tongue mixed with the cool of the material, the dampness made the shirt stick ever so slightly before lifting again. Sanji's hands fisted at his sides as his eyes slid close, melting in Zoro's warmth.
"Z-Zoro …" Sanji felt his hips buck upwards as Zoro's mouth suckled on the skin of his chest. He was fed up with his shirt suddenly, he hated it, it was horrible, it was a distraction, it was ruining this overwhelming feeling he was getting. Zoro's fingers finally moved to the buttons of Sanji's shirt, but it wasn't what he expected.
Zoro always struck Sanji as a passionate lover, someone who got caught up in the heat of the moment, the one who would rip your clothes off with no mercy and take you until you forgot your own name. Instead, the swordsman slowly unbuttoned his buttons and Sanji could feel his hands trembling as he did it.
Zoro leaned over and captured Sanji's lips in a kiss as his fingers trembled. As each button came undone, he somehow managed to never touch Sanji's skin for more than a moment before moving to the next one. When the cool air around him hit his bare skin, Sanji let out a gasp. Zoro was about to pull away from him, but he gripped his hair and pulled him in for harder kiss.
Zoro let him take control as Sanji kissed him with an unbridled passion, a hand on Zoro's chest, not to push him away but to feel his heartbeat, erratic and frantic, matching his own racing pulse, to feel his warmth underneath his fingertips.
Zoro kissed him back, taking his time as Sanji held onto his shoulder with one hand tightly, sure his nails were digging into his skin. He could feel himself on edge. There was just something about the way Zoro was going about this, as though he had all the time in the world, that made Sanji's heart beat all the more faster.
Sanji though felt he was going to die if he didn't feel Zoro's touch. Taking Zoro's hand in his own, he pressed it against his own chest and watched through half-lidded eyes as Zoro let his hand rest where Sanji had put it, looking at him as though to ask for permission. Sanji guided Zoro's hand slowly across his chest, his breath hitching as his thumb brushed over his nipple.
Sensitive, he remembered Zoro saying he liked that about him.
Slowly Zoro's hands moved across Sanji's chest, his fingers tracing every curve and dip, as though memorizing it, as though when it was all over, he could make a perfect sculpture of him. Suddenly, he could feel the lightest brush of Zoro's lips on him, finding that the swordsman was currently spreading kisses across his chest. He went farther down, letting his hands follow him, holding the frame of Sanji's body with rough hands, but his touch was so gentle. His tongue dipped into Sanji's navel and the cook let out a soft moan.
Zoro's fingers moved to Sanji's pants, fiddling with the button. He looked up at him as though asking for permission once again. Sanji nodded slowly and Zoro's fingers shook as he slowly popped the top button. The sound of Sanji's zipper undoing echoed through the room.
Zoro moved back up to kiss him though, allowing his body to almost lay on top of him and it was at that moment that Sanji realized that Zoro was wearing a towel. He could feel him rubbing against him. "Hah …" He panted, pulling at Zoro's neck to kiss him, to have him closer.
"S-Sanji," gasped Zoro. "You're killing me."
Sanji kissed him softly, short and sweet, letting go of him as Zoro's eyes glazed over with desire. Those hazel eyes that drove him absolutely insane were looking at him with so much want, it was obvious.
Sanji's breath hitched as Zoro moved lower and slowly started to slip Sanji's pants down. He almost didn't mind the cold that reached his legs, making him shiver. It could've just been the way Zoro's hands touched him though, the feel of his warmth a sudden contrast to the cold air. Zoro gently rubbed his thighs and if foreplay could kill a man, it was surely what was happening now.
Zoro slowly pulled at Sanji's boxers and Sanji felt exposed. He turned his head away but Zoro softly touched his cheek making him turn to him.
"Remember, you're in control," Zoro reminded him softly. "If you want me to stop, tell me and I will."
"If you stop now, I'm fucking killing you," Sanji promised.
Zoro's lips quirked into a smile. "You say the sweetest things."
Zoro's hand wrapped around him and began stroking him slowly, achingly slowly. His warm touch heated Sanji to his core and he felt like he was melting. Sanji's breathing was coming out just a tad faster, just a little too rushed, his heart pounding a million miles per minute.
Zoro leaned down and took Sanji into his mouth, sucking on him softly. His tongue licked around the head and then he sucked in deeply, his cheeks hollowing. Sanji's intake of breath became rushed and his hands fisted the sheets. Instead of taking him all in one go as Zoro tended to do, he went slowly, first playing with the head, teasing it with his tongue. Zoro's hand wrapped around his base and pulled gently before taking a bit more of him.
"Z-Zoro," Sanji gasped, unable to breathe. Zoro was going so softly, so slowly, it was driving him insane. He felt so good and yet just when he felt close, Zoro would ease up on him. Zoro massaged his balls with one of his hands as he took more of Sanji into his mouth, his thumb just barely brushing over his hole.
"P-put it in," said Sanji, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks, but it was pointless.
Zoro shook his head. Instead, he took himself off of Sanji and got up to get the lube. "You're too tense, it won't work unless you loosen up." The way his hips swayed and the towel slowly seemed to slip farther down his waist was criminal.
Zoro came back with a bottle of lube. "Do you want me to, or do you?"
Sanji bit his lip. "You can do it," he said so softly, Zoro almost didn't hear him.
Zoro nodded, but instead of uncapping the lube, he instead leaned his head down and pressed his lips against Sanji's hole.
Sanji sucked in a breath of surprise. "A-ahou, what are you doing?" he demanded, feeling Zoro's hot tongue on him somewhere no one had ever touched like that before. "T-that's … isn't it disgusting?"
Zoro didn't answer him. Instead, he ran his tongue over Sanji's hole before pointing his tongue and trying to probe it in. It was getting slick with saliva as Zoro gently help Sanji's hips. His tongue made its way in slowly and the moment it was inside of him, Sanji moaned, his head falling back.
"Shit, what are you doing?" he hissed, feeling himself come undone.
Zoro pulled his tongue out and began to rub around the wet area carefully, his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. He licked it again, slow and deliberately, brushing Sanji's balls as he went. He didn't seem to be complaining about doing this, much to Sanji's surprise.
Sanji's hands wove through Zoro's hair, feeling the spiky and yet soft texture between his fingers. The more he did it, slowly, lovingly, the more Zoro seemed to press. His tongue made its way in again and Sanji could feel Zoro licking the inside of him. Rather than feel disgust, he felt … He couldn't describe it, it was something different, something unusual and yet … It felt so good …
He clenched tightly and Zoro pulled out again, this time to put lube on his fingers.
With the mixture of lube and saliva, as he pushed in the first finger it didn't hurt as much as Sanji had thought it would. His hands were gentle as he slowly pushed in his finger, watching Sanji for each reaction he made, making sure he wasn't pushing too far or anything like that. It was slow, the first knuckle entering him, Sanji could've sworn he heard Zoro groan in reaction to it.
"Are you okay?" Zoro asked him softly.
"Y-yeah," Sanji gasped. It felt strange, to have something inside of him. It had been a long time but he found that this was nothing like it had been before. He didn't hate this, in fact, it made him harder, knowing it was Zoro, seeing the worried crease in Zoro's brow as he slowly pushed in further. It was so different doing it with Zoro. Doing it with someone you loved.
Zoro nodded. It was up to his third knuckle now.
Sanji let out a gasp, feeling full already from his fingers, he wondered what it would be like when Zoro got inside of him. He knew Zoro wasn't small, far from it, Sanji still couldn't take him fully in his mouth. He wondered how he'd take all of him in his body. Thinking about it excited him, much to his surprise.
Slowly, Zoro pulled his finger out, watching each of Sanji's reactions, making sure he didn't move too quickly.
Zoro took a moment to breathe, as though this was as tense for him as for Sanji and Sanji realized that this was a first for Zoro too. Zoro had never done this with a guy before either, not like this.
Zoro started to push back in when only the tip of his finger remained inside of Sanji, pushing in slowly and deliberately. "If you don't like it, say something," Zoro reminded him. "Say it and I'll stop."
"No, it's … it's okay," Sanji said slowly.
Sanji could feel the knots in his stomach coming undone and he wondered why he had ever hesitated to do this with Zoro. He knew he was different from the cooks, that he wouldn't treat him the same, that they were completely different. He knew that. He knew Zoro would be gentle, that Zoro would take his time and as he was proving now, be prepared to stop if it would make Sanji feel less insecure. Everything Zoro had done up until this point was proof that he could be trusted. Everything he still did was even more proof. Sanji had no reason to doubt him.
"A-another."
Zoro looked at him and watched his face, as though gouging his reaction. "You're sure?"
"Fuck yes Zoro, I'm sure," Sanji said.
Slowly the swordsman pushed another finger in. Sanji's breath hitched at the new intrusion and shut his eyes tightly.
"Does it hurt?" asked Zoro.
"I'm … I'm fine," gasped Sanji. "Just … uncomfortable." He took a moment to breathe in deeply at the feel of having two fingers inside of him. It was so different. The lube was cold against his skin and he could feel Zoro's middle finger reached farther than his index. "Keep going."
Zoro slowly pushed in some more. The heat was so much and Sanji couldn't tell if it was his own body that was warming so much or if it was Zoro's hands. He wrapped an arm around Zoro's neck while his other hand remained fisted to the sheets and pulled him up for a kiss. The new angle forced Zoro's fingers a bit deeper into him and Sanji nearly choked, but he held it in.
"I'm sorry," Zoro told him softly. "I know it hurts," he whispered against his lips. "I can stop."
"Don't you fucking dare," Sanji hissed. "Just … kiss me."
Zoro complied.
Sanji could feel Zoro's fingers moving inside of him, slow, subtle movements as Zoro kissed him, distracting him from the pain. He could feel the occasional searing white pain, but Zoro made sure his focus was primarily on him, on their kiss. His fingers began scissoring inside of him, stretching him out.
"I'm going to add another, okay?" Zoro whispered in Sanji's ear.
"Okay," replied the blond softly.
"Hey," Zoro said, hearing the slight tremor in Sanji's voice. "It's just me and you. Focus on me."
And Sanji did. He stared at Zoro's grey eyes with their flecks of light brown, the hazel colour they held and the tanned skin of his body. He focused on the way Zoro's lip curled just a little bit and those three earrings that swayed and made the lightest sound as he moved, focused on the strong body on top of him, the dominating presence that just didn't feel intimidating, that made him feel safe instead. He focused on the way Zoro was mouthing soothing words, whispering sweet nothings in French and some in his native tongue, telling him to stop him if it ever got too much.
Finally, Zoro pulled his fingers out of Sanji and the blond relaxed.
"Do you … do you still want to do this?" asked Zoro in a quiet voice.
Sanji nodded. "I trust you."
Zoro smiled at him sweetly, a smile he so rarely ever saw on his face.
With lube added onto his cock and around Sanji's hole, Zoro lined himself up with Sanji's body. "I'm going to go slowly, okay?" he said.
Sanji nodded and Zoro pushed forward slightly.
It felt like his nerves were burning as the head slowly entered him, his inside felt like they were being torn apart, tissue breaking surely from the pressure and the pain. Flashes of white before his eyes as he couldn't hold in a scream of pain.
Zoro held his cheek, forcing him to look at him. Sanji could see his pain reflected in Zoro's eyes as he whispered to him softly. "Aishiteru," he said in a gentle voice. "I don't want it to hurt, I don't want you to be in pain but it has to hurt before it gets better." And Sanji knew Zoro meant it. Zoro waited patiently as Sanji tried to get his breath back, tried to reign in his thoughts and manage to form a coherent thought past the pain.
"You … you can continue."
Zoro still looked worried, but he slowly eased in some more until an inch more was inside of him.
The pain hurt still, it was still searing, but expecting it this time made the shock wear off a bit faster. He gripped Zoro's arm that lay on the bed, supporting him. He tried to keep himself still, tried to relax, but it was almost impossible. Zoro was big and there was only more to come.
"Shh," Zoro said softly, kissing his face gently. "We don't need to continue."
Sanji shook his head. "No … No … I want to," he said softly.
Zoro gave him a sad look. "It's okay, don't force yourself—"
"I want to do it," Sanji repeated more fiercely. "I … I want this, I do. I just … I need to adjust. Wait for me, okay?"
Zoro said nothing, his mouth drawn in a thin line. He nodded slowly and waited. He always looked so calm and relaxed, but it was clear from the grip Zoro had on the sheets around him he was anything but. His tanned hands were turning paler as he became more and more stressed, watching as Sanji slowly relaxed underneath him.
"Okay," he breathed. "I can take it."
Zoro pushed forward some more. He was half-way inside of him. Sanji only had to endure a little more. He could make it.
His insides burned as he sucked in a deep breath, trying to match his breathing with Zoro's. It became a dull ache, almost like he was numb. That wasn't good, was it? But instead of saying a thing about it, he instead took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. Zoro wasn't trying to hurt him, it was obvious from the worried expression on his face he thought Sanji was pushing himself too far, he was trying to do something he shouldn't, but instead of saying anything about it, he kept quiet. He watched as Sanji took it, breathing harshly. It took less time the more they went on to get over it, but it still hurt like hell.
"More."
"You don't need to take all of me," Zoro said softly. "It hurts, I can tell. Don't force yourself, please. I don't want to hurt you."
Sanji's eyes met Zoro's fiercely. "We're finishing this," he said. It wasn't a request, it was a command.
Zoro nodded.
Slowly they went on like this until Zoro was inside of him entirely. Sanji was shaking, it was clear, he was scared, he was in pain. Tears were starting to surface on his cheeks but he turned his head away so Zoro couldn't see. Zoro could suck it up, why couldn't he?
"Sanji, stop this, you—"
"We're fucking doing this," Sanji said. "I just need to relax." He took a deep breath, trying to cool his head. He tried to make his body relax and eventually, it did. He felt full, completely and utterly full and though he knew this hurt now, he knew it wouldn't hurt as much when they finally got started. He knew this was just the disaster before the rainbow and the way Zoro went about it so carefully, so gently, as though he were delicate and yet still not made of porcelain, he knew he made the right choice in choosing to do it with him.
Zoro kissed him, the tears that were falling down his cheeks melting into the kiss. It was bittersweet and Sanji began to cry for a reason that had nothing to do with the pain that was slowly disappearing. He took a moment to compose himself and though the taste of the kiss had now turned from sweet to sour, it was still the most mind-blowing thing he had ever experienced.
"Aishiteru," Sanji said softly. "Please, Zoro. I want to do this with you."
Zoro met his gaze and suddenly, everything felt so much more intimate. He could see the beginning of tears behind his beautiful hazel eyes. His grip on the sheets tightened and slowly, he began to pull out. It was agonizingly slow and yet it was exactly what Sanji needed, this tenderness, this care, this was what he needed, this was what Zoro offered. Zoro knew what Sanji needed, even if Sanji didn't know it himself.
Zoro was careful when he moved inside of him, slowly pulling out, keeping his eyes trained on Sanji's face, making sure he didn't do anything the blond didn't like. It was clear in his eyes that he loved him and he wanted this to be the best it could be.
"Je t'aime," Zoro said softly. "Aishiteru, Sanji."
Sanji smiled, the tear tracks still on his face, but the pain was gone. Instead, he felt pleasure building in his stomach, hot heat of desire as it warmed his body. Zoro pulled out only half-way before slowly pushing back in again. He struck something inside of Sanji that made the blond's head fall back and a loud moan he was sure the neighbours heard escaped his lips.
Zoro kissed him, slowly moving in and out of him, the softest of movements bringing Sanji to his knees. The kisses were tender and though a part of Sanji was begging Zoro to go faster, he knew that if Zoro did, he might start crying again and that would be dreadful.
Sanji could feel Zoro tremble as he moved slowly, restraining himself. He was probably excited, just as Sanji had been when he had first entered Zoro. The tightness, the heat, it had overwhelmed him and yet Zoro was going so softly, so slowly.
Zoro hit that spot again and Sanji swore he saw stars. "Oh God," he moaned, a spark of pleasure hitting his body. He was shaking it felt so good, he was ready to come undone at any moment now. Zoro's eyes were shut tightly as he moved inside of him.
Zoro's body tensed. He was close.
"Sanji, I'm gonna …" Zoro took a sharp intake of breath.
"Me too," Sanji admitted, holding onto him tightly.
It was white. He just saw white, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head as he felt himself leave his body and feel feather-light. He dug his fingers into Zoro's back, trying his hardest not to scream, but a loud moan escaped him anyway. His fingers raked harshly across Zoro's skin and the swordsman yelled before the two of them finally came back to Earth and Sanji opened his eyes again, seeing the marks on Zoro's body, he couldn't help but smile in satisfaction.
Zoro was his. The marks proved it.
Magical Fun France Adventure Day 5
Location: Hotel de la Tour Eiffel (in Paris)
Time: 8:14 AM CETZ
Goddammit it hurt.
Wrapped up in Zoro's embrace, Sanji knew the night before hadn't been a dream. He felt swore and yes, it hurt like hell but it was worth it. The night before had been one of the most amazing things he had ever done in his life. He didn't regret it by far.
He was about to roll over and get dressed when Zoro's grip tightened on him.
I forgot he was a cuddler.
Sanji grinned, watching Zoro as he breathed. His entire face was relaxed and he looked even younger, any and all worry lines disappearing from his face.
"Je t'aime. Je t'aime tellement. Aishiteru. I don't care how many times I need to tell you this until you believe me. I don't know how many times it'll take for me to convince you tu es beau. You're beautiful. I don't know what it'll take, but I'm willing to do anything to convince you."
Beautiful. You're beautiful he said. Sanji still didn't know what to say to that, no matter how much Zoro insisted it, he could still see the flaws, the imperfections all over himself. His eyes were a strange colour, everyone else had dark eyes while his were an ocean blue. His hair was blond, no Japanese naturally had blond hair, it was weird. His limbs still felt too long for his body, they still seemed to dangle at his sides too much. He thought he spoke a bit funny, his word choice was a little weird, he didn't know how many times people made a comment about the way he said "pardon". And of course, there were the scars.
But the longer Sanji was with Zoro, the more he was beginning to see things just a little differently. Sure, his eyes and hair were strange, but they were unique. Zoro certainly didn't seem to be complaining about the length of his legs either. Zoro also told him various times he loved the sound of his voice and when he poked fun at Sanji's "pardon" it was always playfully and without malicious intent. His scars though …
Zoro had battle scars, Sanji could see them across his chest, everywhere he looked on the beautifully sculpted man, however Sanji's … Sanji's scars were marks of shame, marks of mistakes. Problems he hadn't been able to deal with and instead had opted for horrible solution. A final one. Sanji's scars were a combination of mistakes in the kitchen and a combination of mistakes in judgement. His scars were … His scars didn't hold the same beauty Zoro's did.
"Don't move."
It was whispered so quietly, Sanji wasn't sure he heard it, but he could feel Zoro's grip on him tighten even more so and the lightest trail of kisses down his neck.
"Morning," Sanji said, a smile playing on his lips.
"Mornin'," muttered Zoro into Sanji's neck. The Marimo yawned and met Sanji's eyes. "You have long lashes," he said more to himself than anyone.
"Oh yeah?"
"You've got one in your eye," Zoro said, gesturing.
Sanji felt around and slowly pulled it out. "So I do."
"Gonna make a wish?"
"You believe in superstition?" Sanji teased.
"Not really," Zoro admitted. "But still, it'd be a waste."
Sanji laughed. "Okay then … I wish whatever you wish will come true."
"Wrong answer," Zoro said playfully.
"What do you mean wrong answer? How do you give a wrong answer to a wish?" Sanji demanded.
"You never say something stupid like that. First of all, because you just said your wish aloud, it won't come true. Second of all, you never say that to someone because that's what a mother says to her child when she lets them have the bigger part of the turkey." Zoro grinned. "Try again. Close your eyes and make a wish."
Sanji rolled his eyes. "This is stupid."
"Close your eyes Curly Brow," Zoro said again, poking him gently in the stomach.
Sanji closed his eyes.
I wish … I wish we could stay like this. Just like this … forever.
"Are you making a wish?"
Sanji opened his eyes and gave Zoro a look. "I was, until you interrupted."
"Well hurry it up, the eyelash might fly off in the wind and you'll have missed your chance."
"We're in a room with the windows all closed and there's no fan going on, there's no chance of a breeze," Sanji pointed out.
"You're breathing, aren't you?"
Sanji grinned. "Clever."
"Aren't I just?" Zoro winked. "So what'd you wish for?"
"Can't say," Sanji said. "It's a rule."
"Should've never told you that," Zoro said with a grin.
"No, you shouldn't have."
They both broke out laughing as Zoro made a move to sit up properly. "Hey, Marimo?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you remember your proposition?"
"Proposition?"
"You know," Sanji said, letting his hand run over Zoro's chest, feeling a burst of sudden confidence. "The one about the shower?"
Zoro's eyes widened and he choked on air. "W-what about it?"
"Do you think there's such a thing as a second wave of sex addiction?"
Magical Fun France Adventure Day 5
Location: Hotel de la Tour Eiffel (in Paris)
Time: 9:56 AM CETZ
"Come on, the buffet won't last forever," Sanji pointed out as they rushed down the stairs to the small buffet in the lobby. "We've been in Paris for four days, we're leaving in two and we've never had this breakfast thanks to you and your inability to wake up early!"
"Oh sure, go blaming it on me," Zoro muttered under his breath as Sanji jumped to grab a plate and get in line.
French cuisine did not disappoint, that was for sure. Sanji had eaten French food for the past few days and he felt as though he could never go back. Of course, he was scared to sit down beyond belief seeing as he wasn't a hundred percent sure exactly how much pain he would be in when he attempted at it, but he grit his teeth and once his plate was full took a seat.
"Are you okay?" asked Zoro, crunching ice with his teeth as Sanji began to cut his scrambled egg.
"Fine, why'd you ask?"
"I mean …" Zoro blushed and turned his head away from him. "Just … never mind."
Sanji tried not to turn red himself, but failed miserably. "Um, the pain almost doesn't exist." Sanji grinned at him. It was true, it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would hurt the morning after and the fact that he had been willing to do it again so soon afterwards said a few things about him he supposed.
There were whispers around them though and they made Sanji uneasy. Were people whispering about them? He knew logically the chances of that were pretty improbable, but he tensed and feared for his privacy, fuelling his paranoia.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Liar. Come on, what's up?"
"Just …" Sanji divided up his eggs in a way that would surely make Zeff beat him over the head. No playing with food, that wasn't permitted. "I mean … do you think they know?"
"They who?"
"You know … them," Sanji said, nodding towards the general area.
Zoro shook his head. "You need to be more clear about these things. Do I think who knows what?"
"Don't make me say it."
"Well you're going to have to say it if you want me to understand you, I'm not a mind reader you know," Zoro pointed out.
"No, never mind."
"Oh come on, now that you've brought it up it's like I have to know," Zoro said. "Please?"
"Did you just beg?"
"You're avoiding the topic."
"Damn, I'm that obvious, aren't I?" Sanji sighed and put his fork down. Taking a deep breath, he mumbled under his breath hurriedly.
"What?" Zoro asked, tilting his head. "I seriously can't hear you."
Sanji frowned, crossing his arms. "Umpha atada?"
"How about you stop covering your mouth with your hand and speak to me like a normal human being?" Zoro asked in a teasing way. "I can't understand you when you do that."
"DO YOU THINK THEY KNOW WE FUCKED?!"
Silence.
Sanji wanted to die.
Zoro blinked. Slowly his face turned red as the silence in the lobby spoke louder than any words either of them had ever heard. Sanji sank low in his seat, slouching for what felt like the first time in his life. His back felt weird in this position, but if he could just get to the ground … He knew Zoro was the cause of many awkward silences at the Baratie, but he had never experienced humility quite like this.
"Well, if they didn't know, I suppose they know now," Zoro said lightly trying to make a joke out of it.
"I can't believe I just did that," Sanji said, covering his face with his hands. "Fuck, I can't believe I just did that."
"Hey we're in France, how many people do you think know Japanese?" Zoro said, putting a hand on Sanji's arm. "For all they know, you could be screaming at me because I put too much salt on your egg."
"Who puts salt on their eggs?" Sanji asked, shaking his head in disgust.
"See, you've forgotten all about it." Zoro grinned. "I doubt anyone here knows Japanese, the only embarrassment you have is the embarrassment you've created for yourself thinking that."
Of course at that moment that damn girl with her damn father came over to them. "You!" the man yelled at Sanji. "What are you doing, teaching my daughter words like that?!"
"Oji-san said a bad word!" screamed the little girl.
"Or you know, there could be a select few who speaks Japanese," Zoro said, trying to hide his laughter. "Can't rule out that possibility."
Magical Fun France Adventure Day 6
Location: Eiffel Tower
Time: 11:34 PM CETZ
"Last day so we're at the Eiffel Tower?" asked Sanji with a soft laugh. "Are we here so we can do that cliché couples kissing under the moonlight on top of the Eiffel Tower in the city of love when the clock strikes midnight?"
"I wasn't thinking that, but they do say leave the best for last, don't they?" Zoro asked with a grin. "The view's pretty great here, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it really is."
It was a breathtaking view, really. Seeing all of Paris below him, it looked as though it stretched out for miles and miles. He found himself unable to catch his breath, staring at the lights. "They call it the city of lights too, don't they?"
"Yeah, they do," Zoro said. "They say the same sort of thing about Las Vegas too I hear. Could be wrong though."
It had been an interesting week to say the least from the Louvre to the street fight, ordering food, having French champagne in France, the sex, the strange daughter and father who seemed to be everywhere they turned and of course, the general bonding. Sanji was pretty sure he had never been around Zoro so constantly. They weren't separated for a large amount of time back in Japan, but still, to be attached by the hip practically for the past few days, it had been interesting to say the least.
Between the various tourist spots and getting lost in galleries and having a few more street fights, Sanji could honestly say he had never had a week like this one. In fact he was kind of wishing he wouldn't have to go back.
"Hey, Sanji?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna hear something crazy?"
Sanji rolled his eyes. "Isn't everything you say utterly insane?"
"Maybe," Zoro said with a shrug. "You wanna hear my thoughts now?"
"Enlighten me," Sanji teased.
"What if … we never got on?"
Sanji turned to Zoro and frowned. "What do you mean?"
"What if," Zoro said slowly, "we never got on? The plane I mean. If we just stayed here, rented an apartment? Change all my yen to euros, buy new clothes, getting a new ID. What if we just escaped? Never having to look back, never having to deal with the problems that come with being in a restricting country? What if we just … ran away from it all?"
Sanji stared at him, his mouth nearly dropping open. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"You … you want to leave it all behind?" he asked in a quiet voice. "You think we can just pack up our bags and go? You think it's that easy? New passports, new identities? Are you fucking crazy?" Sanji shook his head. His hands gripped the railing of the Eiffel Tower. "You're fucking insane." He shook his head.
"Think about it though," Zoro said. "Really think about it, not just as a flickering thought in your mind, think about what it would be like to be in a place with these kinds of LGBT rights. Think about the freedom they have here—"
SMACK!
It hadn't happened in a long time so of course Zoro was taken off guard when he got a kick to the head. He fell to the floor and surely those around them though it was just a couple's fight, but Sanji knew better. Zoro leaned against the wall, rubbing his head. "Fucking hurts like a bitch," he moaned, a bruise beginning to form.
Sanji dropped to his knees and grabbed Zoro by his shirt collar. "Don't you ever fucking dare say something like that to me again, you hear me, Marimo bastard?!"
"W-what?"
"That's … your idea … it's … it's ludicrous. It's insanity, it's just complete and utter bullshit!"
"Wait, Sanji—"
"No, you wait Zoro Roronoa," Sanji cut him off. "Do you have any idea what you were just suggesting?" He shook his head. "Run away? Escape? Freedom? That's not what you're looking for and you know it! You don't want to escape, you don't need to because you've never been tied down. Do you know what would happen if you ran away? What would happen to the others? What would happen to Luffy and Usopp? Ace and Johnny and Yosaku? What about Nami and Vivi? If you make those girls cry, I'm going to hurt you so much you're going to wish you were dead! A new identity, a new life? Bullshit! I don't know what you're insane reasoning is as to why you want to stay in this fucking country, but I'm getting on that fucking plane tomorrow so either you're helping me with take-off again or else I'll let that man and his fucking daughter do it!"
Zoro blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then—
"You'd let a complete stranger banter with you?"
Sanji slammed Zoro's back against the wall. "You know that's not what this is about!"
"I just …" Zoro turned his head away. "You just always act ashamed or like … I don't know, you're uncomfortable when we're in public. I just thought … going somewhere that it's accepted all around, wouldn't that help you? Besides … they have different laws for homosexual citizens, different rules on partners and marriage and rights."
"Don't you dare fucking say you wanted to do this for me," Sanji snapped. "And if you're still not convinced to drop this crazy fucking idea, I'll tell you one word and you'll want to jump on the next plane to Japan."
"Oh yeah? And what word would that be?"
"Mihawk."
Zoro's eyes widened.
"Got your attention, didn't I?" Sanji shook his head. "You don't get it do you? You want to be the greatest swordsman in the world? You want to beat Mihawk, don't you? You want to accomplish Kuina's goal for her, don't you? You want to do what she couldn't do in her lifetime. What the fuck is she going to think when she finds out that you're spending the rest of your days in fucking Paris, France just so your boyfriend won't feel as embarrassed? It'll get to her, she's probably watching over you right now, you fucking moron! She'd fucking kick your ass, that's what she'd do you Marimo if she ever finds out you're going to give up your fucking life-long dream because of some snickers on the fucking sidewalk!"
Sanji tried to catch his breath now that his tirade was over and found that his voice was caught in his throat. He took a deep breath, feeling his whole body shudder as he did so.
Suddenly, Zoro's arm came around and pulled him in close, kissing him silent.
When they pulled away, Sanji rolled his eyes. "Ahou, it's still a few minutes till midnight."
"Kuina would've loved you," Zoro said softly. "She might've even tried to steal you for herself."
"What makes you say that?"
"Everything. The way you talk to me, how you treat me, the way you act, the way you are, who you are. She would've loved you." Zoro turned his head away and Sanji could tell the beginning of tears were beginning to appear in his eyes. "You're fucking crazy, you know that, Curly Brow?"
Sanji grinned at him. "Not as crazy as you, Marimo."
The ride back to Tokyo was tiring and Sanji could admit he fell asleep a few times on the way. A twelve hour long flight was beyond tiring. He took the gum Zoro offered this time though and when he got off at the terminal, he couldn't help but feel as though he and Zoro had gotten closer during their time away.
Did he regret not going along with Zoro's crazy idea?
Watching the green-haired man be tackled by his awaiting friends, Sanji smiled. Not one bit.
Tu es beau, Marimo.
Author's Note #2: The thank-yous!
Reina: Okay yeah, I'm sorry, I'm horrible with art ... I'm really sorry... I don't quite know how to fix that .. And yeah, not everyone's going to like all the chapters I write. I'm grateful that you were honest about it.
noir: Unfortunately, gay marriage is illegal in Japan ...
Random Person: Well, did Zoro meet your standards? I'm just curious, I hope I did this right! It has to be the longest sex scene I've ever done that took that long ... Moving onwards, I hope you liked it!
JustCallMeLucie: Thank God I could pull your interest back in! I wasn't really thinking and so yeah, I put Death Note under kids section. And random fact about Dan and Phil, people think they look like L and Light. DAMMIT! I JUST REALIZED ZORO MADE NO COMMENT ON THE WEIRD ARTISTIC STYLE OF COLOURING PEOPLE RED AND BLUE! DAMMIT! I gotta fix that later. And you're right, I made tons of mistakes and I'm really sorry about that. I'm trying to fix them, but it's kinda taking a while ...
Ringochan94: I hope it was good. The thing is, I have a liking for men who can do both, being on top and on the bottom and I find Zoro and Sanji's relationship is the one that, if done right, displays that there's no lack of power on any side and they're an even balance. I like having an uke Zoro just the idea of him being that vulnerable makes me squeal, but technically speaking, uses the laws of Yaoi (yes I believe they exist) he's drawn to be an uke in a yaoi pariing. Larger and wider eyes, thinner frame, the fact that his eyes are also more circular and his body frame is more lean and he's also shorter than Zoro. Zoro has the seme build, the one with smaller eyes or rather, more squarish, narrowed eyes and a wider torso and such. I don't know, it's a pattern I've learnt and now whenever I read yaoi, I hate the art-styles where they both have big eyes and then I'm just like, "GODDAMN, who's the one on the bottom?!" Is it just me who really wants to read about Smoker taking it up the ass from Ace? I might actually write that into one of my stories ...
VictoriaLovesSmut: I hope it was good for you. (Innuendoes galore, huh?)
Shizuka Taiyou: I had to, I'm sorry, but I had to, it called to me. Yoda said it had to be so.
I'mSecretlyANinjaTimeLord: Okay I hope this was good!
lilcutieprincess: Really? Interesting. Which province?
Dyloa: Oh THANK GOD! I thought I had offended you a couple of chapters ago and the friendship sort-of-thing I thought we had going on totally evaporated! THANK GOD! Anyway, after reading what you wrote, I kinda went, "Shit, they know I'm Quebecois?" I'm not one of those people who want to separate from Canada, if you even know about that weird, over twenty year old debate, and uh then I imagined Zoro speaking with a Quebecois accent and I laughed. Did I screw up my French? I think I did, didn't I? My teacher showed me this writing evaluation grid and I totally freaked. If you make 9 mistakes in a text of 250 words, you get an 85. Any mistakes, at all, like capitalizing all the first letters of the words of the titles. There's no half-marks, no 86s or 94s, just 100, 85, 75, 65 and then just plain failing! I'm totally freaked out!
Nachtwolke: When I first read Zoro being on the bottom I was like, "how does that work?" and it was a new thing, but it was not negatively received by me. However, I promised ZoSan and SanZo, so yeah, I had to follow through. Any stories I write about them though, there will be both SanZo and ZoSan because I like versatile men. I also read your review while I was in school. I started laughing. Great to know you like Canada. Kinda felt like you just threw that in there, but we appreciate it!
Alright now what I have to say ... I won't give you my exact age but I'll tell you this: I'm between the ages of 15-17. There you go. That includes both 17 and 15, so yeah, I'm either 15, 16, or 17.
My question: I have two actually. One being partially a request and then a question and then an actual question. First: look up danisnotonfire on YouTube, and look up AmazingPhil. Watch some of their videos. Follow it up by watching their collaborative videos, they're really good friends and live together. Then tell me if you think they're gay and together.
ACTUAL QUESTION: DEAR GOD DID I SCREW THIS SEX SCENE UP?!
