Title: Almost Easy
Author: kikokus (AoiTsukikage)
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters/Pairing: Zoro/Sanji, Law/Sanji, Law/Zoro/Sanji
Chapter: 8/?
Word Count: 3886
Summary: Sequel to 'So Good So Far.' Everything was supposed to get easier after Dressrosa – at least, that's what Sanji had assumed. He was wrong. .
Spoilers: Up to chapter 773.
Other Notes: There is a fair bit of Zoro/Law in this chapter (with Sanji still being present but…well, read it and you'll see…) so just a heads-up on that!

Chapter Eight

"So what are my rules?"

"What makes you think there's going to be rules?" Law asked, something innocuously innocent about his blank expression. "You're the one who said you wanted this."

"Don't fuck with me, Trafalgar," Sanji jabbed a finger at Law's chest, staring intently. "With you, there's always rules."

"Well, when they so obviously arouse you…" Law clicked his tongue and took a step back. "Fine, then. Wait here."

He left the room, heading out into the parlor area. Sanji could hear furniture shifting and then Law was coming back through the door carrying what looked like a dining room chair, complete with a padded seat and thin wooden arms. He set it on the floor facing toward the bed and gestured toward it.

His arm, Sanji noted as he went to sit down, seemed to be giving him remarkably little trouble for how many issues the prototype had caused. Its movements were still a little jerky, as if there was a delay between Law's brain telling it what to do and the mechanics responding, but he was sure that in a few days or weeks it would hardly be noticeable.

Law already seemed more like himself even after only a few hours, more confident and self-assured, and Sanji was happier than he could even express about that because the broken shell of a man Law had been just that morning wasn't a person Sanji wanted to see more of.

"Arms on the chair," Law said then, and Sanji let his elbows rest on the arms of the chair, straightening his back and keeping his arms lying flat on the wood. "Now, here are your rules," he leaned closer, tilting Sanji's head up with a fingertip and forcing the blond to meet his eyes. "You sit here for the duration of our little…session. You're not to touch yourself, and if your hands move off of the chair, we're stopping no matter how far along we are. So really, you're the one in control of how much you get to see," he smirked, something devious about it, and Sanji gulped and nodded. "Good boy."

"What are you, um, gonna do?" Sanji asked cautiously, because as far as he knew Zoro and Law weren't that comfortable with each other yet.

"That remains to be seen. I was hoping, however…" he looked behind him as Zoro came into the room, glancing between them curiously and eventually sighing. He was probably used to Law's strange whims and orders now, Sanji thought with a smile. "I was hoping that Zoro would agree to fuck me."

Sanji squeaked, his cock suddenly taking a definite interest in the proceedings, but he had little room to even grow hard in his tight pants.

"Are you having some difficulty?" Law asked, although it was obvious by his smug look that he knew exactly what Sanji was having 'difficulty' with, the bastard.

He'd probably planned this, too.

Sanji shook his head, stubbornly refusing to give in to his arousal even though if just the idea had him squirming he wasn't sure how he'd survive actually seeing it.

"Do I get a say in this?" Zoro cleared his throat and they both turned to look at him.

"By all means," Law straightened up, crossing his arms. He looked a little wary now, and Sanji knew all too well that most of his put-on cockiness when it came to sexual situations was to cover up the fact that he was remarkably insecure at the best of times. He didn't need it anymore, of course, but Sanji had a feeling Law was mostly doing it for his benefit at this point. "If you don't wish to…"

"Of course I do," Zoro sounded almost offended that Law needed to ask, and the surgeon blinked at him a few times before nodding. "It's not like you ask that many people, right?"

"So what, it's some sort of honor?" Law scoffed. "Hardly. Admittedly it's not something I've consented to often, but you two are aren't the first," his voice was tight, like he was remembering unpleasant things, and Sanji almost reached out before remembering that he wasn't supposed to.

Law noticed, of course, because he was far too perceptive. He took a step back and settled himself on Sanji's lap, arms wrapped around his neck. His metal arm was cool against Sanji's skin, but whatever Franky had used to make it look like flesh felt rubbery and pliant. Not real, perhaps, but certainly a passable substitute.

"You want to talk about it?" he murmured, feeling Law shrug.

"It was never against my will, don't worry. I was young, though, and unlearned in much of the ways of the world, with no power or reputation behind my name. I can safely say that, since I've attained my current standing in the world, you're the only one that's been inside of me in that way," he added. "It was a shock when I first discovered people desired me for my looks, because for so long after I'd cut the amber lead poisoning from my body, I still bore the marks of it."

"Hmm?" Sanji asked, because Law had never talked about that before.

"One of the biggest symptoms was that large patches of skin began to turn white, and the more the disease progressed, the more skin was affected. By the time I received my fruit, I probably had more white patches than my actual skin color. They faded in time, most of them, and those that didn't…" he paused, reaching to strip his shirt off and frowning when it took a couple of tries to get his right hand to let go of the fabric.

Zoro walked closer, setting a hand on Law's shoulder to let him know where he was and leaning down, his fingers sliding along the jolly roger tattoo on Law's back. "Yeah. It's really hard to see, but there's definitely lighter patches," he kept his hand there, not that Law seemed to mind.

"Some of my tattoos are purely aesthetic, but a lot of them were to cover up all the remains of the poisoning. I had far too many people call me a monster because of something I couldn't control that I wanted a way to hide it permanently," his voice was even, unemotional, but Sanji knew the words had cut him deeply as a child. He couldn't imagine being told repeatedly that he was unnatural, that he was some sort of aberration, especially when it was because of something that wasn't even a danger to anybody else. "Eventually I grew taller, and stronger, and started to make a reputation for myself. Most people brave enough to proposition me apparently didn't want to push their luck or my patience, so until that afternoon with you it had been several years since I had been on the receiving end of anal penetration."

"You make it sound so unappealing," Sanji decided to skirt Law's rules a little, kissing his neck and letting his lips linger on the man's fluttering pulse. "But I know you enjoyed it."

"I did. It was by far the most I've ever submitted to anybody, but I do want you to know that even though I could have escaped my bonds should the need have arisen, I knew I wouldn't have to, because I trusted you," he murmured.

"You're doing that sappy thing again," Zoro grunted, although Sanji noticed that his hands hadn't left Law's skin. "For a guy as creepy as you can be you're also fucking romantic when you want to be."

"I don't make a habit of it, as you well know," Law's voice was back to being neutral. "But I believe we're supposed to put on a show, Zoro, so shall we?"

"Yeah," Zoro stepped back and Law got off of Sanji's lap, moving toward the bed as he undid his jeans. "Can we…I mean, do I have to go easy on your arm?"

"Mr. Robo assured me that there's very little I can do to damage it short of it getting crushed by a battleship," he noted. "You've traveled with him for a long time, after all, and I'm sure you know what his body can absorb."

"Yeah, he's a fucking tank," Zoro grunted. "But I don't wanna mess it up on the first night."

"I'm quite sure we have nothing to worry about," Law stepped out of his pants, tossing them aside and standing there gloriously naked. "Coming?"

Zoro got undressed in near record time and moved closer to Law, both of them seemingly hesitant now.

"Seriously, would the two of you get on with it already?" Sanji huffed, irritated.

Zoro grinned at him, something about it telling Sanji that now he was just putting off getting started because he was a fucking bastard who liked to see Sanji suffer, but he did eventually reach out, his large hand cupping Law's hip.

"You're a cruel man," Law lifted his arms, settling them around Zoro's neck.

"Like you're any better?" Zoro scoffed, both hands on Law's waist now, and he tugged at him gently to get him to step closer. "You know, I'm not used to feeling short."

"Hmm, well, that's not something I can change," Law craned his neck down so they could kiss, and Sanji was a little surprised by how careful it was. Even after hearing about Law's past, Zoro hadn't really been treating him any differently, but suddenly there was this…gentleness between them that hadn't been there before.

"So. We should…" Zoro cleared his throat awkwardly when he pulled away. "I mean…"

"Yes, it wouldn't do to be too cruel, now would it?" Law looked back at Sanji with a grin that was much too evil before settling himself on the edge of the bed. Zoro shrugged, crossing around the bed and snagging the bottle of oil from the nightstand.

Law kept his eyes locked with Sanji's the entire time he laid himself out on the blankets, bracing his body with his new arm. Zoro took the invitation immediately, curling his body around Law's from behind. He moved a knee between the surgeon's legs, getting him to spread them a little, and Sanji could hear him fumbling with the bottle and then the slight, almost imperceptible catch in Law's breath and flutter of his eyelashes when the first finger was inserted.

"Okay?" Zoro asked, and Law twisted his upper body so he could pull him down into a kiss. It looked awkward but Sanji knew Law was pretty damn flexible when it came to it. That he was lying on the bed meant Zoro had to be higher than him, and Sanji had no doubt he'd done it on purpose after the swordsman's earlier complaints about feeling short.

They were fucking beautiful together, Sanji thought as a shiver passed through his body. The room was nearly silent, and he'd known that neither of them were loud, but something about the slide of skin against skin, the wet smack of their mouths connecting and then breaking apart, the way Law's breathing hitched and stuttered when Zoro's fingers probed deeper…it was incredibly erotic, and Sanji knew there was no fucking way he'd be able to keep himself from getting hard.

He spread his legs as much as he could, feeling the friction as his pants pressed up against his rapidly hardening cock. His fingers were clenched around the arms of the chair, trying to keep himself grounded and keep his hands from moving at the same time.

Law broke the kiss, tilting his head back and groaning quietly. Zoro kissed the other man's neck, moving up to tongue the earrings on the ear closest to him as Law's mouth dropped open in a soundless gasp and his entire body shuddered. His cock was hard by now, flushed and curving toward his flat stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip, and Sanji had never really had the urge to go down on another man before but fuck him if that wasn't what he most wanted to do in that moment.

Of course, it was the one time he couldn't, but Law was a fucking work of art and for as hard as it was to sit there and not join in, there was something so flawless about the scene in front of him that he was almost glad he just got to watch and take everything in.

Almost, because he'd still prefer to be a part of it, but he could handle this for tonight.

Zoro still had his mouth pressed against Law's ear, his jaw moving in a way that told Sanji he was whispering something. Law nodded, chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat starting to glisten on his dark skin.

Sanji growled to himself because he'd had enough of those two and their seemingly silent communication but now they weren't even letting him hear when they were talking to each other.

Law groaned then, low in his throat, the sound pure lust. Sanji couldn't stop his hips from bucking, trapping his cock against the rough fabric of his pants. He whimpered, hoping Law and Zoro were too engrossed in each other to hear, but of course he wasn't that lucky.

"Hmm, it seems like Sanji's having a…hard time over there," Law smirked at him, reaching back to clench his fingers in Zoro's hair and kissing him again, open-mouthed, loud and dirty. They were doing it on purpose now, being as overt as possible, but Sanji knew that it wasn't all for him.

He knew well enough by now that both Law and Zoro wouldn't be doing this if they didn't want to. Neither of them were that good at hiding when they weren't doing something they enjoyed, and the show they were putting on spoke volumes.

Well, he'd always known they were attracted to each other, and he was…that was fine, he told himself firmly. It didn't impact his own relationship with either of them, after all.

At least, he was pretty sure of that.

Mostly.

He shook his head and forced himself to stop worrying about things that weren't true anyway…and especially not when he had more important things to focus on.

They hadn't noticed that he'd zoned out for a little, mostly because they still seemed to be attempting to eat each other's faces. Law squirmed a little, pulling away with a gasp as his cock twitched and Zoro grinned at him.

"Good?" the swordsman asked, and Law nodded again. "Okay. How are we doing this?"

"Well, since it won't be much fun for Sanji if we're not engaging him in some way…" he rolled onto his stomach, bracing his elbows on the bed and lifting his hips. Sanji knew there were two reasons for it, and while one was probably so that Law could keep his eyes on Sanji, the other was that it wasn't a position he could have held with only one arm.

Zoro grabbed the lube and slicked his own cock, kneeling behind Law and gripping his hips. "Okay?"

"Mm," Law purred, and Sanji couldn't see much of what Zoro was doing from where he was but he saw Law shiver, his mouth dropping open as his body adjusted to having Zoro's rather impressive cock inside of him. "Sanji."

"Yeah?" Sanji's head snapped up, a little surprised Law was addressing him in that moment.

"You're not allowed to touch yourself, but that doesn't mean you're not allowed to come," he murmured.

Sanji whined a little, thrusting his hips forward again, and he really didn't doubt he'd be able to.

"You're too nice to him," Zoro laid himself over Law's back, one hand coming off of Law's hip to run up his stomach. Law pushed his body up, extending his arms so that his palms were flat on the blankets. "How's your arm?"

"Fine," Law assured him. "It's going to take more than this to damage it."

In fact, while Law's real arm was shaking a little probably both from the strain of holding both his weight and where Zoro was draped over him, the metal one was rock-solid.

"Good. Hang on," Zoro kissed his shoulder and started to move, drawing his hips back and slamming forward with enough force that Law had to fist his fingers in the fabric underneath them. He yelped a little, the sound cut off almost immediately as he glared over his shoulder. "Thought you could handle it."

"I can still cut you in half from here," Law reminded him, but the threat was empty and all of them knew it.

Zoro chuckled and started to move his hips again, albeit a little less harshly, fucking with a steady rhythm. One hand was still clamped around Law's hip to keep them both in place, and he trailed the other farther up Law's chest, thumb rubbing over one peaked, dusky nipple. Law let out a tiny moan at that, not bothering to hide it this time, and the sound went straight to Sanji's cock.

He leaned back in the chair, raising his hips and starting to unconsciously mirror Zoro's rhythm as he thrust. His clothing felt too heavy on his body, too constricting, and he rolled his shoulders back, pulling the material of his dress shirt taut across his chest, causing it to rub against his own nipples as the extra friction made him cry out.

"He's putting on a pretty good show himself, wouldn't you say?" Law asked, his voice breathy and broken by Zoro's incessant fucking. His eyes were nearly black when they met Sanji's and the blond tightened his hands around the chair and almost desperately started to buck his hips.

"You're both so fucking hot," Zoro growled, moving both hands back to Law's hips to give himself more leverage. "How much can you take?"

"Whatever you've got," Law promised. His eyes were half-closed, head tilted back, cock leaking and leaving streaks of wetness on his stomach from smacking against it with the force of how fast Zoro was fucking him now.

"Fuck," Sanji breathed, tensing his body and trying to find release because he was so fucking close and he knew that if either of them so much as touched him he'd fall apart in a second, but for some reason he couldn't seem to do it by himself.

He closed his eyes, trying to focus only on the sensations thrumming through his body, but they snapped open again at the next noise Law made. It almost sounded painful, a half-sobbed gasp of pure relief, and Sanji saw that Zoro had wrapped one hand around Law's cock and was jerking him off in time with his thrusts.

"Are you…" Zoro asked, getting a shaky nod from Law. "Good. 'Cause I can't keep this up for much…much longer…"

He was visibly coming apart, Sanji could tell. His brow was furrowed in concentration, obviously trying to hold out as long as possible, but he was close to the edge.

Law shoved his hips back, doing something that made Zoro let out a grunt of surprise, and then his whole body shook as he laid out over Law's back, teeth digging into his shoulder. His hips gave a few last spasms before stilling.

He kept his hand moving, flying over Law's cock with a speed that Sanji knew would end things sooner rather than later, so he gritted his teeth and tried whatever he could to get himself off, his own body nearly screaming at him for release that just wasn't coming.

"Sanji," Law said, surprisingly firm for somebody as close to falling apart as he was. "Your body…fuck…it knows what you need. Give in to it," he'd barely finished speaking when his orgasm washed over him, the last word cutting off in a high-pitched yelp he'd probably deny for his entire life. His cum splattered against his abs, startlingly white against his skin, and Sanji was so involved in watching that his own climax caught him by surprise, hips juddering as he spilled into his pants.

He knew he was a mess, clothing soaked in sweat and pants stained with his release. His body kept shaking with tiny aftershocks as he came down, forcing his breathing under control.

Zoro and Law were kissing again, a little less urgent this time. Sanji barely had the energy to groan in appreciation when Zoro lifted his soiled hand, Law eagerly sucking the fingers into his mouth and licking them clean of his own cum.

Law sighed when Zoro slid out of him, letting his body flop to the mattress and shifting his fake arm a little to get it to comply with where he wanted to move it.

"Is it okay?" Zoro asked and Law rolled his eyes, nodding.

"As I said earlier, yes. It's fine. My ass, however, may be a different story come morning."

"Ah," Zoro blushed, rubbing the back of his neck and laughing nervously. "Sorry…"

"No, it was most enjoyable," Law promised. "But if you would be so kind as to fetch a damp cloth…"

"Yeah," Zoro kissed him again before getting off of the bed and staggering into the bathroom. Law rolled over and looked at Sanji, giving him that smile that Sanji had only ever seen directed at him and easing his earlier doubts a little.

"Well? Get over here."

The blond was out of the chair in a second, stripping his clothes off without a care for his stained pants because he needed to touch, damn it, and he rolled Law onto his back, kissing him feverishly.

Law wrapped his arms around Sanji's neck, not breaking the kiss until Zoro had returned with the cloth. He still looked remarkably blissed-out and open, shifting obligingly when the swordsman directed him, and when Zoro finally drew the cloth away it seemed all he could do to curl up as close to Sanji as possible and nuzzle his neck.

"So?" Zoro asked, tossing the cloth aside and settling himself on Law's other side. "Was that good for you?"

"Yeah," Sanji promised, hauling him in for a kiss as well. "I guess I don't need to ask the same?" he raised an eyebrow and Zoro shrugged.

Law was half-asleep by now, his breathing evening out, and Sanji wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him in closer.

"He's fucking amazing, isn't he?" Zoro asked softly, looking at Law with open admiration. It was rare for Zoro to admit that at all, about anybody, and probably even more remarkable considering he and Law had started out barely being able to stand each other.

"Yeah," Sanji stroked his fingers through Law's fluffy hair, feeling the weight of the metal arm around his waist and knowing that things were back to being as normal as they'd ever be. "He really is."

Zoro reached over Law's body to stroke Sanji's hip, eye telling Sanji without speaking that his last words had been meant for Sanji as well, and the cook felt a warmth bloom in his chest that for once overrode the niggling in his brain informing him with ever-increasing certainty that this was all just temporary.

He didn't fucking care anymore how long it was going to last.

He just wanted to savor every moment that it did.

Notes:

1. Yeah, I lied about the real plot being introduced in this chapter. That was the original plan but then I got a lot of people asking for some Zoro/Law and well…this happened instead.

2. Um, I hope you enjoyed? And as always, please feel free to leave a comment or review if you feel so inclined, they're great motivation for me when I'm writing!