Sanji looked up, his eyes met Zoro's and he quickly stood up. He wiped his eyes.
"What do you want baka?" Sanji sniffled.
Zoro smiled, at least Sanji felt good enough to still insult him.
"To see if you're alright," he said softly.
"I'm fine," Sanji mumbled.
"I know you're not," Sanji scowled at him, sitting down on the bed closest to them.
Zoro took a seat next to him and wrapped his arm around him, pulling him closer. Sanji rested his head on Zoro's shoulder. This felt right, Sanji knew that much. Zoro's thumb wiped at the tear stains across his cheek.
"You know it's okay to cry? She hurt you," Zoro whispered.
Sanji had never seen this side of Zoro before and he knew for a fact that he hadn't shown this caring side to anyone else.
"It's not okay," Sanji answered wiping his nose. "Look at me, Zoro, I'm a mess."
Zoro bent his neck and kissed Sanji's cheek. He had wanted to do that for so long now. Sanji lifted his hand to touch the spot where Zoro's lips had touched his cheek.
"You kissed me," Sanji said lifting his head.
"Gomen ne it took so long," Zoro said scratching the back of his neck.
"Doesn't matter," Sanji whispered looking deep into the marimo's eyes. Sanji's lips pressed against Zoro's.
Sanji swung his legs over so that he was straddling Zoro as the kiss deepened. Sanji's hands lingered around the waistband on Zoro's trousers. Their growing erections pressed up against each other as Sanji rolled his hips into a steady rhythm.
"We should stop," Sanji breathed when their lips parted.
Zoro's hot breath was on his ear.
"I need you now, cook," he panted.
Zoro kissed Sanji's neck, sucking and nibbling on bits he knew would be tender. Sanji moaned as Zoro unbuttoned his shirt and began to plant kisses along his bare chest. The cook's hands gripped Zoro's shoulders as the swordsman unzipped his trousers. His hands snuck beneath the fabric of Sanji's underwear and his fingers curled around Sanji. Zoro's hands pumped up and down the cook's shaft, growing in speed as he got more comfortable with it. Sanji's breath was shaky and rasped when it came out. Ace had been older and had more experiences when it came to sexual activity, but the hand-jobs he had given Sanji had been in no way as pleasurable as the one Zoro was giving him.
"Chotto matte," Sanji panted but it was too late with one last pump of his fist Sanji came all over Zoro.
Zoro's hand lingered on Sanji's cock even after he had cum. Sanji was panting as negative thoughts flew through his head. Yes, the guy he spent day and night fantasising about had just given him an amazing hand-job but he was technically still Nami's boyfriend. Nami and Sanji were clearly not making up anytime soon but they were still nakama. He felt as if he had betrayed her. Sanji's guilt only grew as he eased up off Zoro and dressed himself. Then turning, and without saying a word to the swordsman, left.