A/N: Hello all! So I had a couple people asking for another chapter with the competition results and caved to the pressure. So here it is, the final round and the aftermath of ten weeks dancing together.
Warning: There is smut. My first attempt at smut ever and I'm sorry and I don't know what I was thinking but I had no choice as the characters were forcing the issue. Readers beware.
Sanji was nervous; there was no getting past that. He was biting his lip, pacing backstage and had to keep restraining himself from running a hand through his meticulously styled hair.
This was it, the finale, the end of this horror show.
It would only make sense that he was nervous. Somehow he had managed to make it to the final week of this 'reality TV' trauma and, judging from the performance that the beautiful Robin just gave (along with her partner, that ex-mayor from upstate), he and the moss-haired freak would have their work cut out for them. Sanji doubted anything he and the muscle head could dance compared to Robin's grace, the flow of her dress as that Icecube – or whoever – led her across the floor in sweeps that emphasized long legs, long necks and the overall elegance the couple displayed.
Maybe they should have gone with something a little more upscale for the final dance of the season?
Sanji shook his head, sending a small surge of hair glitter raining down upon his crisp shirt. It was too late now. He just hoped that this last dance, this final performance, would be enough to secure the long coveted trophy.
He didn't even know why he wanted the damn thing. It wasn't as though winning would give him anything other than bragging rights. Sanji knew he was getting paid, whether he won or not. There was just some draw he couldn't put a finger on in winning this final competition. Looking past the bright lights and the cheering crowd Sanji saw Robin, the most beautiful woman he could imagine, coming off-stage with Icerink close behind.
"You look ravishing, as always, my beautiful Robin." He gushed at her when she arrived back stage. The dark-haired beauty merely gave him a small smile and a thank-you as she walked past and reached for a bottle of water. Choosing not to pepper her with further compliments, Sanji turned back to watching the stage as an actual A-list celebrity sang and danced. He didn't even realize he was biting his thumbnail until a rough voice pulled him from his nervous musings.
"Stop being so nervous, it's not any different from last week, or the week before, or the week before that."
Sanji turned and was face to face with the most aggravating man he'd ever had the misfortune of meeting. "It is so different; very different. This is IT. You know, the IT we've been gunning for since forever ago. The IT that made me stop myself from murdering you more times than I can ever count."
Sanji huffed and turned his back on the dancer. "The IT where I show you once and for all who's the boss." Even without turning around Sanji could just feel the raised eyebrow on the other man's face. Absently he raised his hand to his mouth once more and started chewing on the thumbnail.
Hearing a soft exhale over the music and the crowd in front of him was a bit of a shock. He hadn't realized just how close the two of them were standing. However, before he could step away he felt a rough hand grab his arm and start leading him further behind the curtains that separated the viewers from the wires, equipment and miscellaneous flotsam that made the magic of live TV.
The gruff jerk took him outside and practically forced Sanji's pack of smokes into his hands. Never one to refuse the opportunity Sanji lit up and turned to gaze at the stars overhead as he exhaled. He finished the cigarette in record time and lit up another as he crushed the burning stub. It wasn't until he was half way through the second smoke that he realized the green bastard was just sitting there, staring at him the entire time.
And fuck did he ever look good. The (occasionally considerate) asshole was just sitting there on one of the stone garden dividers with his back against the studio's wall. Thickly muscled arms crossed over an equally well defined chest, left leg perched atop right knee. All wrapped up in silk that Sanji could barely curb the desire to run his hands over.
As if noticing the scrutiny the lumbering idiot perked up and cleared his throat. "Better now, curly?"
"Shut up asshole." Not his most original comeback, but it would have to do. So what if he was nervous, he had a right to be, this was IT after all.
"Quit getting your panties in a bunch. This is just another dance, one we've gone over time and again. You know what you're doing, and you're going to do it fine. So stop with the pacing and nail biting. Nervous wreck doesn't suit you."
Well, wasn't that something. The buffoon had, in his own way, just paid him a compliment. Sanji stood still, waiting for the other shoe to drop. After all, isn't that what they did? Say something nice then follow up with an insult; but nothing more was forthcoming. The muscled menace just sat there, watching the chef smoke without any comment, sneer or condemnation. Sanji turned his eyes skyward once more and let that thought roll around his frantic mind.
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Zoro sat still, watching the smoking blond with passive eyes. He might not like the habit, but even Zoro could admit that the cook made it look good. Watching the lean man with his gaze turned heavenward, curl of smoke drifting about his head like some malignant halo, Zoro could only stare longingly at the effortlessly gorgeous man.
When he saw the curly chef pass up on the opportunity to shamelessly flirt with Robin earlier, he knew that there was some serious worrying going on behind blue eyes. So he tried to calm the idiot down from freaking out too much, grabbed the pack of smokes poking out of the jacket the blond had thrown over his chair and led the anxious man towards the back of the studio to relax for a few minutes. He knew that they had another ten minutes of professional performances and lead up before they were actually expected to dance, so he did what was necessary to calm his partner down. It seemed to be working too.
"You know this is nothing, right?" He spoke quietly to the jumpy man. "This is the last time you and I are contractually obligated to dance with each other, so after this, unless you really are a sucker for punishment, you can call it quits." Zoro was of course referring to the optional 'Mourning Show Tour' that some winners would go on after the season was up and the celebrity wanted to milk their win of every last drop. After all, there was nothing like dancing on breakfast television to really overstay your welcome.
Sanji chuckled darkly and turned his skyward gaze towards more earthly pursuits. Crushing the mostly spent cigarette on the ground the chef let his eyes lock onto Zoro's. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm about done with all of this crap. After tonight I don't think I'll ever dance again. You've probably ruined me for anyone else." Zoro quirked an eyebrow at the curious turn of phrase. If he didn't know any better that almost sounded like…
"Not like THAT you moron! Just, like, I don't think I could dance with anyone else after all of this. No! God dammit! I mean…" but Sanji never got the chance to clarify as Zoro's booming laughter filled the small garden. Watching the blond get so easily flustered over a slip of the tongue assured Zoro that he was calming down from his near panic attack.
"Oh, you can just fuck right off." The self-proclaimed smooth talker grouched as he turned to hide his blush from the other man. "Whatever, dillweed. Let's go before that pink haired kid has a coronary trying to find us."
Calming himself, Zoro gave a lecherous grin as he stood up to follow the disgruntled smoker into the studio. "Don't worry," he muttered into the tense man's ear, "you've ruined me for other men too." Zoro chuckled as his dance partner froze mid-step. Dodging around his motionless companion he threw a smirk over his shoulder and said, "I don't think I'll ever let the studio pair me up with another man after this shit storm." Cackling at the stunned expression fixed on the chef's face Zoro made his way backstage where he was expected to wait until their curtain call.
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Sanji did not just hear that. He did NOT just hear that stupid – gorgeous – idiot claim that Sanji had ruined him for other men. Oh, he heard the cute little barb Zoro threw in there to dig in the fact that he didn't mean it the way it had sounded, but good grief! There was no way in heaven – hell – fuck, any plane of existence – that he wouldn't be running that little confession over and over in his mind for the foreseeable future. It took several repetitions of Zoro's words echoing in his ears, and Sanji biting his own tongue to keep in an unrepentant moan, before normal thought patterns could resume.
When they did the blond started fuming. Who did that jerk think he was saying such suggestive things right before they had to go on live television and dance? He knew that the walking aggravation was only throwing Sanji's own words back at him, but damn, that was not even in the same realm as nice. Sanji had to conjure an image of Patty – a hairy, dim-witted line cook from Sanji's first job – in a bikini singing some racy lyrics to stave off the hard-on Zoro's comment had caused. Needless to say, Sanji was angry at having to resort to such extreme measures, and was more than happy to follow his personal nuisance to let him know about it.
By the time Sanji made his way back to the waiting area just off stage the stage ninjas were finishing clearing the dance floor of debris from the last performance and were setting up the props he and the green-haired menace would be using in their final dance. Seeing the silk top hat atop the stand in the middle of the floor rekindled all of his previous worries and any angry response to the dancer's teasing remarks from a minute ago flew out the window. He knew there was still a couple minutes before their performance, so he tried to distract himself with going over the blocking for their ridiculous dance.
Sanji still couldn't come to terms with what they were about to do. It seemed so silly, really. They had competed against couples that danced an approximation of lyrics before – most notably was the rendition of "Barbie Girl" done by the lovely Valentine and her whatsit partner – which were total flops. The judges usually preferred orchestral music, at least that's what Sanji noticed. However they were about to go onstage and act out the lyrics to a ridiculous song and hoped it would give them a win. Sanji couldn't believe he'd let himself be talked into this. They were going to lose. Spectacularly.
A bead of nervous sweat rolled down the back of Sanji's neck as he started to dwell on these thoughts. He didn't notice that the show had resumed from commercial break until he caught sight of a hideous pink flash on the recap screen. Zoning back in to the real world Sanji stood still as the host was reminiscing over the 'journey thus far' for Zoro and Sanji. Edited film of previous dances and practices, including their constant fighting, played on the massive drop screen for the benefit of the in-house audience. The touch-and-go week 4 freestyle, the whole-cast jive competition, and of course the infamous waltz costume mix-up. Sanji felt his face heating up at the reminder of the fight that had ensued Zoro's little 'prank'. He could just kill him, no problem. He'd just have to think of a way of destroying the body. Maybe he could serve him as a steak…
There was no time to come up with body disposal plans as that Kody kid (or whatever) urged Sanji and his dead-but-didn't-know-it-yet partner to take up their positions on the dance floor. He thought for only a moment of escaping this final performance before his stubborn nature flared. He wouldn't run. Real men didn't run from anything, let alone a silly little dance competition – in front of a live studio audience – broadcasted live on television and beamed directly to millions of viewers. Just because he was sure to embarrass himself and bring everlasting mockery upon himself and his restaurant didn't mean he could run. He would just have to square his shoulders and resign himself to the next 5 minutes of abject humiliation. What would Zeff think…
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Zoro caught sight of the dizzy diva's face just as they were taking their cues from Coby. Damn, it looked like all the anxiety the cook had subjected himself to left him resigned to failure. That was not good. He was relying on the curly brow's endless attitude to land them the win. He was under the spotlight now, though, and couldn't stop to give the idiot a pep-talk. He'd just have to incite the prissy man mid dance if he wanted to get this done right.
Zoro received the five second warning that the music's start was upcoming and turned to his seemingly apathetic partner. Aiming his voice just below the microphone's pickup level he addressed the blond, "Come on dart face, don't start disappointing me now."
An eye twitch was the only response he could receive before the iconic guitar and cymbal intro to "Sharp Dressed Man" started to play over the high definition speaker system. Zoro would be the first to admit he didn't overly like ZZ Top, but he could still sing every damn line of their most famous songs. Catchy beats and memorable lyrics, two components he was trying to cash in on with this dance. While he knew only one of the judges actually really like rock music (T-Bone was the best judge as far as he was concerned) anyone with a radio would know this song within the first 3 seconds of hearing it played. He was counting on the iconic song to overcome the judge's aversion to lyric-based performances.
Zoro and Sanji started in opposite sides of the orchestra's stage and walked to the centre while the opening bars played. In an attempt to rile his other half Zoro very openly and unashamedly ran his eyes over Sanji's lean form. White shoes, a crisp linen shirt tucked into pristine Italian wool and a large silver buckle which led a person's eye naturally to what might lie beneath – needless to say the ponce looked good enough to eat. Zoro shot a lewd grin to the indifferent chef and delighted in seeing the flames ignite in his cerulean eyes. He also noted the assessing look the blond aimed towards his own outfit before snarling and turning towards the dance floor.
Deciding then and there to modify his own moves slightly to emphasise how 'sharp' the celebrity chef was dressed Zoro turned to the side and adjusted his own collar while making a very obvious attempt to eye the white-clad behind strutting away from him. He knew the cameras picked up his eyeballing by the titters he heard from the crowd. He only hoped this didn't back fire on him.
Meanwhile, Sanji had moved closer to centre stage when the first words began to play. Over acting, Sanji brushed off his shoulder of imaginary lint and quickly kicked his spotless shoes onto the prop side table placed for this purpose to check for any scuffs on the footwear. He quickly kicked the table aside where it was caught by a stage hand and set aside for the rest of the dance. Then, feigning obliviousness, Sanji lit up his face with a smug smile, as though it didn't matter what he was doing or where he was going because he would look good either way.
Zoro had strutted up behind him and buttoned the fine black suit jacket he wore and then adjusted his tie as was appropriate to the lyrics. Sanji grit his teeth as Zoro lightly knocked the back of his hand on the chef's shoulder and sent a cocky grin while indicating himself as looking equally good. The immaculate blond turned away from his green haired dance partner and they, in sync, started to groom their hair and straighten their clothes, emphasizing their well-tailored outfits.
Together the two men stepped towards stage left and used the precious few seconds between stanzas to kick in some choreography. Just before the next line was set to begin, though, Zoro turned and faced Sanji with a lecherous stare that caused the cook's blood to boil. It was bad enough that the muscled man had flustered him only a few minutes earlier, it now looked like the rhythmically challenged dolt was trying his best to provoke Sanji into blushing with all the lusty looks he was sending his way. Well, two could play that game.
Zoro turned back the way he was supposed to face and held up his wrist, exposing the gold watch that he wore, only to one second later hold out his hand and adjust the gold band encircling his second finger. Flawlessly, he transitioned into scolding the crowd for thinking he was missing any accessory before turning to watch the shining figure next to him check the fine silver cufflinks in his shirt sleeves and then the diamond tie pin just above his heart.
Suddenly, better than Zoro could have ever planned himself, the haughty blond turned and pinned his hand to Zoro's chest and threw out one of the most heated stares Zoro had ever been subjected to outside of the bedroom. As the lyrics were sung out Sanji's hand slid down the broad chest, over the silky jacket only to catch on the belt that peeked out between the buttons. Sanji actually went a step further than even his impromptu planning had designed and snagged the belt and pulled the dancer that single step needed before they were flush against one another.
Just as sudden as the adjustment came they both sprang apart to return to their predetermined choreography. Throwing out their fists in a gambler's swing and swaying their hips to the beat they strut back and forth across the floor. After half a minute they separated from their synchronous dancing and walked back upstage on either sides of the dancefloor. Sanji picked up the white silk jacket that was hung on a rack and twirled as he slipped it on. A sultry look was cast Zoro's way with a hand running through his hair enticingly. Seeing the blond playing it up for the crowd, Zoro in turn unbuttoned his suit, grabbed his tie one way with one hand then wrenched his hair in the other in an altogether arousing display. He sent the crowd of now screaming fangirls a naughty wink as he slid his hand down his front and almost touched himself inappropriately before hooking his thumb behind his belt buckle, stopping short of being cut off the air for such bawdy behaviour.
Sanji, not wanting to be outdone, quickly grabbed the scarf that was prepared at the collar of the black over coat that Zoro would put on in a few short beats. Flicking the white cashmere in the air he spun and took up the other end from behind, leaving the fabric caught between his open legs. Then, Sanji sunk down in a too-quick-to-be-believed bent-knee splits only to come right back up without missing a beat. Zoro almost choked as he saw what the blond had done, and that made it all the sweeter.
Zoro practically ran to the coat rack as the lyrics picked back up, his eyes glued to the sparkling blues of the opposing dancer as he lifted the knee-length jacket off the rack. He turned back to the audience and brought the coat sliding down his arms to settle atop broad shoulders. The blond had just taken up the white silk top hat and propped it atop his head at a jaunty angle. They leaned together, back to back, while Sanji fanned himself coyly. Each had a hand in a pocket and pulled out their accessories as the lyrics ran on. Zoro slipped a slim pair of sunglasses over his eyes and Sanji, now fully teasing the crowd and judges alike, had managed to pull a white glove on half of his hand, but during the appropriate lyric pulled it the rest of the way to his wrist with his teeth. Considering the noise level skyrocketed with this move, Sanji considered it a success.
The two stepped apart and walked in a wide circle to face each other. As they came face to face once more, Sanji slipped the white scarf from around his neck, where he had placed it after his little trick, and hooked it around Zoro's neck as the last line of the song played and reeled him in, almost giving the crowd what they wanted, but letting the dancer loose and even pushing him away as the last word played out.
Once more they stepped apart and returned to the synched up dancing that Zoro had devised. Spins were perfectly executed, the little jive hops were done closer together than they had practiced, but there were no missteps. A few more flirty looks were passed between the two but they didn't add any more improvisations, knowing that they needed this set to make up for the technicality points they lost in the mostly freestyle dance. The music died down and the pair stood shoulder-to-shoulder in their final position, looking for all intents and purposes like they were about to go out for a night on the town, albeit a little ruffled. The roaring of the crowd convinced them that they had performed outstandingly from an entertainer's point of view. They just needed to wait for the judges' decision to see if it was trophy-worthy.
The host talked them off as the pair returned backstage to wait for the commercial break to finish. Both men divested themselves of their suit jackets and grabbed water in the short interval they had between now and the judges' pronouncement. Sanji also took off his top hat while Zoro undid his tie altogether and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. The celebrity chef did everything in his power to not reach out and undo the rest of them.
Robin and Iceberg walked forward to congratulate the two on their energetic performance, to which Sanji just spun and crowed that he was sure Robin would win for her unending grace and elegance. Zoro just nodded and shared a determined look with the black haired beauty. The third couple to dance in the finals, Rob Lucci and his celebrity partner Alvida – a spokeswoman from the Shopping Channel – came over and together they waited the two minutes for commercials to run and the judges to tally up the final scores.
When the three couples were called back out they arranged themselves as per the producer's direction and smiled into the cameras waiting for the final announcement. The three judges talked to each couple and announced why each pair had scored high points and what their demerits were. While the panel wasn't overly kind to Robin and Iceberg based on the tame final dance, they also praised the practically perfect technical skills on both their parts. Alvida and Rob received a lot of praise for their daring cha-cha/samba fusion but they were also reminded of the obvious misstep on Alvida's part in the second half of the dance. By the time the judges turned to Zoro and Sanji, there was still no indicator of who the clear forerunner was.
Mihawk started in on the obvious, "You're already down points for dancing to lyrics instead of music, as I'm sure you're both aware. Care to tell me why you went with such a routine instead of a more practical, technical, not to mention classical presentation?"
Zoro took on this question, having prepared for it since he made the decision in the first place. "I decided I really wanted to leave everyone, the judges, the audience, the fans with something that they will come back to time and time again. I know Sanji and I have had *ahem* a few bumps on the road this season," at which point most people, barring Mihawk of course, gave a laugh, "…but I really needed to set us up with a freestyle that would play off the one thing all of the judges have remarked on since this season began. Passion."
When all three of the judges motioned for clarification Zoro continued. "After every dance we've been told that one of the driving forces of our success has been the intensity with which we dance. It's no surprise that both Sanji and I are highly competitive, and we've driven each other up the wall in trying to one up the other's expectations. This has translated into our performances and it's something that has been brought up time and again. Well, I really wanted to bring that out and while actions may speak louder than words, I thought it was high time we brought words in to drive that point home."
Sanji listened to his partner with a self-depreciating smile. He wasn't entirely sure what all Zoro was saying, it sounding mostly like grade-A BS to him, but he was willing to support whatever the moss head said if it got them the win. There were a few more questions from Mihawk, T-Bone and Tashigi, mostly to do with the decision of which song to use, the flirty direction the dance took and if there was any trouble the two of them had in deciding which partner would act out which lyrics.
Ultimately Sanji didn't care. He was so high strung from the dance and the buildup to it and just having been on a rush since Wednesday that all he wanted at this moment was to hear the results. Just as he thought he would burst from restrained anticipation the host, Bon Clay, made the final announcements.
"Ow! While we have had nothing but winning performances from all of our dancers tonight, there can only be one couple to take home the trophy, the prize money and all the bragging rights of winning this amazing season. Can I have a drum roll, please?"
Sanji gripped Zoro's hand without noticing he was doing it. The tanned dancer squeezed back just as tightly as he heard the announcement of third place go to Robin and Iceberg. It was between them and Rob. Zoro dearly hoped he'd won, if for no other reason than to rub Rob's smug face in his victory once again.
"And now, the moment we've all been waiting for, this year's champions of the 12th season of…" Sanji finally noticed he was gripping Zoro's hand and the overwhelming urge to kiss the man almost made him miss his name being announced as the winner.
"What?! We won? We won!" Sanji screamed into Zoro's face as the blond turned around and hugged the dancer tight around the neck. Robin and Iceberg, Rob and Alvida, Bon Clay and all of the judges congratulated them on their win and the rest of the show was a blur. Sanji knew that he and Zoro had redone their highly praised tango as their victory dance, but he couldn't honestly remember a thing. He knew he'd have to find the episode online and watch it, but for now he was just in an elated state of mind that he couldn't think of anything other than the fact that the show was now over, and he'd won!
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When Zoro extended his hand in invitation to go out for celebratory drinks, Sanji joyfully accepted. Thankful that he could go out with Zoro and all of the others and not have to worry about his behaviour, Sanji changed into street wear and followed the rest to a crowded bar a few blocks from the studio. The show was finished now, and he had no plans on going on a victory lap, and instead planned on heading back to his restaurant, his own show, and his life.
So he drank. He drank quite a bit, which was to say more than he should have, but not enough to become sloppy. Sanji danced with every lady he could find, including being graced by the lovely Robin for a spin, as well as asking a few of the men for a dance when the ladies begged off.
This probably explained why he found himself wrapped around Zoro once again, grinding to the heavy base of some ridiculous club song. Sanji came back to full awareness as he noticed a pair of strong hands firmly wrapped around his waist, one inching ever closer to his backside. Sanji focussed in on the three shining gold bars that dangled from Zoro's left ear, and couldn't help himself.
The tanned dancer let out a throaty moan, and his hand fully transitioned to cupping Sanji's ass when he felt the blond man biting his earlobe. This in turn encouraged the drunken chef to grind a little more desperately against the muscled thigh he found between his legs. The song changed and instead of continuing on Sanji was disappointed to note that Zoro was moving off of the dance floor and returning to the group they had come in with. Not that he didn't want to talk to them, because he had actually grown quite fond of the dancers and his fellow celebrities, but his mind was filled with all sorts of fantasies and thoughts he'd been denying himself over the past ten weeks.
He ended up talking to Perona, the stylist from on set, for about twenty minutes before Zoro came back into his field of vision with a tray of appetizers. Encouraging Sanji to eat and to even drink a glass of water, Zoro started to dominate the conversation with the pink haired girl. Sanji remembered when they were getting made up for week two the revelation that Perona and Zoro were close. Neither acknowledged the other as a friend, but they gossiped about each other and harassed each other like siblings all the time. Sanji was shocked when he learned that they had even lived together at one point. Perona made a point of stating it was only as friends as she could never be with someone as uncute as Zoro.
The food was sopping up the excess alcohol in the chef's system. Enough for him to actually notice he was eating some greasy, bar made half-cooked who knows what. He was pretty sure it was meant to be a mozzarella stick in his mouth, but the rubbery texture really had him questioning whether or not it was actually calamari. He grabbed his jacket and motioned to Zoro that he was going outside to smoke. The green haired man finished his conversation with Perona and followed Sanji without any questions.
Once outside Sanji lit up without delay, feeling the brisk air and influx of nicotine start to sober him up. He stood against the side of the club with the dancer in relative quiet, waiting to see what the other man was going to do. They had already exchanged congratulations with each other over the win and he even had Zoro admit he was impressed with the mid-routine improvisations. He was now just waiting to see if everything that he thought passed between them was just for show, or if the chiseled man before him actually felt like there was something worth pursuing between them. Lord knows he's had more than enough dirty dreams starring the green haired performer to get over any hesitations he'd have.
After a long exhale he turned to Zoro, "So are you even feeling the liquor? You don't even look tipsy but I know for a fact you kept drinking after I called it quits." Zoro chuckled and confirmed that he had continued drinking but wasn't overly affected.
"I've had lots of practice, I guess. It takes an awful lot to get me drunk now. What about you though? I would have never pegged you as a light-weight. Is that why you'd always turn me down when we'd all go out for drinks?"
Sanji blushed but figured he might as well answer while he's still got some alcohol in his system to excuse anything he said if Zoro took it badly. "Actually, I said no because I can't really help myself when I'm drinking. Knowing me I'd throw myself on any good looking person who looked like they might take me home."
Zoro shifted in a way Sanji immediately recognized. Trying to hide a burgeoning erection but not make it obvious that was what he was doing. That was all Sanji needed to see before he tossed the filter to the ground and pressing himself up against the other man. "So what do you say, Zoro? Want to take me home?"
There was a sudden switch of positions and Sanji found his back high against the wall and an eager looking Zoro pressed into his front. Sanji tipped his head forward and met Zoro's lips as the other man leaned up towards the elevated blond for a deep kiss that felt long overdue. They spent a few minutes making out against the wall of the club before Zoro released him and Sanji lowered his legs from where they had wrapped themselves around the muscled man's waist. Standing firmly on his own two feet now, Sanji tilted his head to indicate the entrance of the bar.
"How's about we go and get your jacket then head back to your place?"
There was slight hesitation in gold eyes. "Wait, Curly. Are you really sure? I mean, we can't really stand each other, and you just admitted to me that you can't trust yourself when you've been drinking. You sure you want to come home with me? I don't want you regretting your decision in the morning."
One part of Sanji was actually touched at the green haired man's concern, but the frustration Sanji had dealt with for the past 10 weeks overrode his ability to appreciate the delay.
"Are you shitting me right now?" he practically screeched. "You've been a huge fucking tease all night and now you're not going to put out?"
Both of Zoro's eyebrows rose at the accusation. "Woah now, I'm not saying that." Zoro reassured. "I'm just checking that you're sure. Again, you are drunk here and I'm not about to take advantage of you because of that. I was just checking that you're good with this."
Sanji could understand that. With a sigh Sanji explained, "Okay, first off, I'm not like sloppy drunk over here, you know? You shoved food and water into my face earlier and that's sopping a lot of the booze up. That and the fresh air has sobered me up a bit too. I'm in my right state of mind, I swear it."
"Then how come you've never tried to hit on me before if you're so into it?"
Sanji couldn't believe the question. He grabbed his hair in frustration; the dumbass was going to make him spell it out, wasn't he?
"Because of the show, idiot. You think I don't know that everyone tries to make it seem like there's something going on between all the partners? I'm well aware and I wasn't going to ruin my reputation and my ratings because of some stupid rag mag gossip. Come on, you can't deny it." The tanned man shrugged in agreement. "Besides there's nothing more fun that pissing you off." The chef gave his now former dance partner a saucy grin.
Only to receive one right back.
"Nothing?" The too-attractive-for-his-own-good man leaned forward and purred into Sanji's ear, "Oh I can think of a few things more fun than that." The chef couldn't help the small arch of his back at the whispered words. Then his competitive nature flared.
"Prove it."
This time Zoro turned without hesitation and went to go and collect his jacket and say his goodbyes. By the time he returned Sanji had just finished another cigarette, and together they walked to the car.
"Your car's a piece of crap." Sanji noted aloud. It wasn't that bad really, an older model with a few rust spots here and there and one ding on the back bumper. The moss head didn't take the bait though he just turned and faced Sanji with a roguish grin.
"I've got a much better ride in store for tonight."
That smug grin got wider as Sanji blushed beet red at the remark. "Shut up and drive, moss head." Was the best reply he could manage.
"Mmm, that's the idea." Zoro immediately answered. Sanji had to fight back the urge to cover his face so he could hide his blush at the way the moron moaned. How in hell did Sanji not notice the moss ball could be so dirty? Every word out of that damned mouth was obscene, and that's not even taking into consideration the voice he delivered these racy one liners with. Downright indecent.
They climbed in the car and took off for Zoro's condo. Sanji sat quietly for a few minutes; going over and over the fact that he was finally (FINALLY!) going to get those strong hands to work on the right places. He's had to deal with those rough, powerful hands roaming all over his body for the past 10 weeks with no release. Over two months of frustration with having to deal with those talented hands, that smooth voice, those intense eyes and that chiseled physique. He would finally get a chance to run his hands along that perfectly bronze body in proper adoration and worship. God knows he's waited long enough.
As they were stopped at a red light the blond turned and faced the driver (certain that now his blush was gone) and asked, "So if you've wanted in my pants so bad how come you've never hit on me before now?"
With a voice dripping with contempt he replied, "Because of the cameras. Pretty much every second we've spent together has been on film. You never accepted the offers to go out for a drink before now, so I've haven't had the chance to try and convince you to 'take a ride' with me."
That made sense. Sanji figured that the veteran dancer would be ever more paranoid about the whole 'are they or aren't they' match-up game the gossip columns like to play. He's probably had to deal with it several times in the past after all. So naturally the moron would be hyper-aware of his every word being filmed and scrutinized by the viewing public.
"Well," Sanji started, not willing to concede so easily, "you could have tried not being such a dick all the time."
Loud, obnoxious guffaws were his answer. As the light changed and lunatic sped off once more his laughing tapered off and was immediately followed up by, "But like you said, it's so much fun. Besides, I'm pretty sure flustered is your best look so far. I say so far because I'm sure I'm going to get the chance to see a few more good looks on you tonight. I can't wait to see how well you wear ecstasy." What had started off as an aggravating rant was quickly turned around to something salacious.
"Someone thinks highly of himself." Sanji was quick to reply. "Wonder if you can actually deliver."
"Trust me," the grin on Zoro's face was predatory, "I've had plenty of time in the last couple months to think up ways I could make you scream. Not all of it was camera friendly." Another jolt ran down Sanji's spine as his hips involuntarily jumped at the scandalous flirting.
Perfectly content to let himself sit back and imagine all the things the other man could do to back up his words, Sanji kept his eyes outward during the last few minutes' drive to Zoro's place. When they rolled up to the underground parking of a nice condo development Sanji's eyes wandered to the strong features of the driver beside him.
Fuck, the man was gorgeous, and Sanji was about to spend the foreseeable future being undone by this Adonis. He couldn't wait.
Once they were parked and heading towards the elevator, Sanji couldn't keep idle any longer. The blond reached out from behind and let his one hand grip the front collar of the dancer's jacket while the other started to wander about the broad chest. Both men stilled their steps in the middle of the garage and Sanji immediately latched his mouth around the side of the neck his first hand was starting to expose. The moan he received for his efforts was positively shameless.
His wandering hand made its way further down and was just about to grip a jeans clad erection but was stopped just short of the prize. Zoro's grip was strong as he halted the straying hand's path. It was with a clearly strained voice that he said, "Wait cook. Let's get upstairs before we get too carried away." The blond knew that the other man had a point, he was just impatient to start, having behaved himself for far too long in his opinion.
"Lead the way."
They made it to the elevator without further incident. However, when the doors closed there was nothing stopping Sanji from pressing himself to the perfectly sculpted body and kissing the other man for all he was worth. Broad hands encircled the chef's waist and pulled him even closer as the blond scraped blunt nails along Zoro's scalp, pulling at the green hair he constantly mocked. Fortune was with them as no one stopped the elevator before it opened on the ninth floor and both men spilled onto the landing. Zoro quickly located his apartment and managed to unlock it without trouble, despite Sanji's best efforts at distracting him. Together they fell through the portal and managed to slam the door in place before turning their attention fully upon the other.
The tantalizing performer was able to throw off his jacket before spinning around and pinning Sanji in place. The blond scrambled for purchase on those broad shoulders as he was bodily lifted and pressed back into the door.
They stayed there for a short while, tasting each other before Sanji's impatience won out, "Not that I'm not enjoying myself here, but I'd like to point out I still have way too much clothing on."
The other man seemed to agree as he let the blond down and stepped back enough to let Sanji take his coat off. They both divested themselves of their shoes before turning back on each other with feverish enthusiasm. Having taken his cue from being twice pinned by this Neanderthal, Sanji hopped up into strong arms and wrapped his legs firmly around the dancer's tapered waist. Zoro was more than happy to use the position to grab at the cook's ass, and started navigating the furniture by memory as his eyes were firmly shut and his face otherwise occupied. They had a slight fumble as Sanji bit the muscled man's bottom lip hard, which caused him to buck his hips mid-step. Zoro was able to catch himself immediately though.
"Not exactly graceful there, were we Swan Lake?" Sanji just had to comment. They were about to rip each other's clothes off, but he just couldn't help himself in delivering the barb.
"You're about to see how unrefined I can get." was the wicked reply.
They made their way into the bedroom without further incident and Sanji felt himself momentarily fly as he was thrown on top of the bed. He wasn't even able to readjust his position before the green haired man was on him, attacking his throat with teeth and tongue while simultaneously undoing the buttons of Sanji's shirt. The blond heard himself cursing with a vulgarity he rarely displayed and couldn't keep his brazen moans to a respectful level.
Before he knew what was happening, Zoro had sat up and was straddling Sanji's legs while he pulled his shirt above his head and tossed the garment to the floor. The blond used to opportunity to rid himself of his now unbuttoned over shirt and was almost able to strip off his under shirt before the green haired man pushed him back down onto the covers. Trapped within the cotton top Sanji was about to complain before his brain was short circuited when Zoro's mouth descended onto one of his exposed nipples. The breath he had readied to protest with was now unleashed as an unrepentant moan.
Rough hands ran roughshod up and down Sanji's sides before coming to the chef's rescue. With the top now thrown across the room Sanji could see the hungry look in gold eyes, and what kind of chef would he be if he didn't feed that desire? Sitting up and capturing the other man's mouth in a deep kiss, Sanji threw his arms around Zoro's neck and managed to coerce the other into rolling over so he was now straddling the green haired man's hips.
Taking the chance to finally feel up the other man unimpeded by clothes Sanji revelled in the smooth flesh he found there. Every muscle was defined in ways that told of endless hours of work. Each shaky inhale impressed upon Sanji the broadness of the man beneath him, seeming almost too big to be in the profession he chose. That didn't matter though. What was important was that he finally had the chance to revere the godly figure he was sat upon. Sanji moved his way down that carved body beneath him, worshipping the man that had caused the blond untold sexual frustration over these past months.
When he got to the waistband of the dancers' faded jeans he couldn't help the cheeky look he sent to his soon to be lover. Popping open the button, he dipped in with his head and peeled the zipper down with his teeth. Zoro, who had shifted up onto his elbows to get a better perspective, rolled his head back as he let out a moan which should be illegal as far as Sanji was concerned.
The cook helped Zoro shift his jeans down along with the boxers worn beneath and soon they were both thrown to the floor with the rest of the clothes. Sanji stared for a few moments, taking in the completely nude man laid out before him.
Fuck.
A slick tongue eased out of Sanji's mouth and wet his lips as he ogled unabashedly at the flawless specimen before him. Sharp lines defined statuesque muscles and left Sanji breathless with their absolute perfection. This man was the ideal, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to enjoy the act of defiling this work of art.
Sanji lunged forward and ran his tongue hard over the erection lying proudly atop chiselled abs. Using both hands to grip the pronounced hip bones Sanji took the impressive length into his mouth and set about trying to undo the haughty, self-righteous, arrogant man under him. He ran his tongue along the underside as he rose to the tip, and then hollowed his cheeks with the suction he applied there, before swirling back down. Groans of pleasure suffused the air and Sanji felt a rush of power.
Just as he took one hand off the bronzed hip to start pumping in tandem with his sucking, he heard the rough voice of the dancer speak up, "This has got to be the best way to shut that smart mouth of yours up. Put it to actual use."
Using his free hand to grip the shaft and start working it, Sanji raised his head and slowly withdrew the dick from his mouth entirely. "You think this'll shut me up, huh?"
"No, but with a little adjustment..." At this Sanji felt a strong hand grab a fistful of hair and shove his face towards the pulsing cock. Not seeing any real point to fight it Sanji opened his mouth and received the other man's dick and immediately returned to sucking. "Ah, we'll make a useful member of society of you yet."
Chuckling lightly Sanji redoubled his efforts and set his head and hand to a matching rhythm. The grip on his hair lessened and throaty moans filled the air one more. Feeling his trousers tighten at the sounds, Sanji let his other hand fall from Zoro's other hip to squeeze himself tightly. Noticing the split in attention, Zoro secured his grip in Sanji's hair once more and lifted the blond by his tresses. Leaving only his hand to work the shaft before him, Sanji made eye contact with the brute before asking, "What?"
"You're still wearing pants, and that is not okay." The barbarian lifted Sanji's head as far as he could from his position and made to sit up. Knowing this was actually where he wanted things to progress Sanji let the other man go and sat back. Rough hands directed him to rise up onto his knees while the dancer bent forwards and started exhaling warm, humid breaths onto the cook's erection through his trousers. Normally Sanji would protest, but right now, it was fucking hot.
Nails scraping down Sanji's back caused the blond to arch into the teasing mouth further and Sanji wished for nothing more in that moment than for his pants to be gone. Luckily enough Zoro's fingers turned away from harassing Sanji's spine and went to the clasp of his trousers. Faster than one would expect from such blocky fingers the fastenings on the pants were undone and being dragged down lean legs. Rather than take the underwear with them, like Sanji had, Zoro was determined to make a nuisance of himself by tonguing the hard cock he found through the light coloured cotton. Sanji arched further into the heat and a dot of precum stained the front of his shorts.
The green haired bastard seemed content with tormenting Sanji like this, making no move to actually free the cloth covered erection. It was only when Sanji was about ready to scream in frustration that the moss headed moron moved to expose the blond. Once his penis was revealed Sanji was unable to restrain himself and grabbed the performer by the back of the head and practically wrenched his muscled neck in attempt to get some relief. The dancer merely chuckled before opening his mouth and descending where Sanji wanted him most.
With a few short thrusts the blond was panting in relief. He wasn't about to cum, but he wasn't about to cry from pleasure withheld, either. It took a few seconds to realize that he was hitting the back of the man's throat and that Zoro's nose was practically buried in his treasure trail.
Oh holy hells, no way.
Reaffirming his grip on the back of the man's scull Sanji slowly, agonizingly slowly, pushed his way deeper and deeper into the dancer's mouth before feeling himself pressed up against the back of his throat. He pressed a little harder then, feeling himself sink just that fraction of an inch deeper with still no reaction.
No gag reflex.
Sanji stared incredulously down at the unspeakably attractive man only to notice mischievous eyes shining back at him.
As if this bastard needed another point in his favour.
If Sanji wasn't careful his slip of the tongue earlier that day might actually come about and he would be ruined for anybody else. This man was already unreasonably good-looking, with a body like a marble statue, and a voice that dripped pure sex. The last thing this asshole needed was bonus sexual advantages like not having a gag reflex. It was totally unfair.
Didn't stop Sanji from enjoying it, though.
A full body shudder overtook him then and he practically curled around the top of the man who was currently giving him one of the deepest blow jobs he could ever remember. He quickly realized, however, that with his cock buried so deep in the other man's throat that he wouldn't be able to breathe, so he straightened himself an backed away. There had been no struggle at all. No fighting to breathe and no gasping for air once he could inhale again. Just a deep breath and he carried on his merry way.
It was then Sanji realized it wasn't a lack of a gag reflex that let him bury himself so deep into Zoro's mouth, but rather inhuman self-control. He wasn't sure which was hotter.
A few more shallow thrusts into the hot, wet, talented mouth were all he got however before he found himself ripped cruelly out of the blazing heat and thrown face first onto the duvet. He was quickly divested of his trousers and underwear and propped up on his knees before he could catch up with the difference in position. A half second later he saw a toned arm reach past him to the left and rummage around the bedside table. Sanji wasn't able to register more than that however as the other hand started massaging the heavy sack hanging between braced thighs. The heavy petting moved around his waist to grip Sanji's length and he couldn't keep from panting at the suddenness of the change: warm, wet mouth to rough, calloused hand. The difference was shocking but oh so welcome.
Just as the panting was reaching a fevered pitch, Sanji found himself breathless as a slick finger made its presence known in his most intimate of places. He let out a cry at the invasion and bucked back against the digit, burying it deeper within himself. A few cursory thrusts were made by the green haired man before Sanji felt a second finger added to the mix.
"Fuck! What happened to romance, shithead?" Sanji near yelled as he felt himself readjust to the sudden increase in pressure. It had been a couple months since his last fling after all, having been celibate during the entire time he'd been filming the show. Well except of course for handling his own problems when dancing with the unreasonably attractive moron got too hot to handle.
"Romance is for people who plan on making love. I'm going to fuck you so hard into this mattress you'll forget how to come up with those little smart mouthed remarks you're so fond of." The thrusting of slick skinned fingers slowed until they were buried to the last knuckle and a twisting motion took over.
Sanji hid his face in his arms and let out an untamed moan at the words and the change in preparation. Most of his fantasies starring the chiselled performer involved that deviously deep voice, but he never actually believed the buffoon would be good at dirty talk. The feel of those fingers screwing into him, the sound of that velvety voice saying such filthy things, the other hand pumping him in the front, it was too good to be true.
Fuck, it really has been a while if I'm already half-finished before actually getting it on…
Sanji felt his balls tighten and was about to tell the other man to stop before he came when he felt those sinful fingers slow down. They were unceremoniously pulled from him and Sanji peeked out from where his head was in his arms to see the muscle head rolling a condom on himself. Groaning at the sight, Sanji started thrusting his hips and fucking the fist wrapped around his member.
"Tch. Impatient much?" the hand was lifted away and Sanji felt it settle on the base of his spine.
Feeling like the smartass he was, he quickly answered with, "You've made some pretty big promises, I'm just waiting for you to get started is all. So far you haven't lived up to your bragging."
"I'm gonna to make you eat your words, cook."
"My words aren't what I was eating a minute ago."
At this point it seemed the hulking figure chose actions over words as Sanji felt the head of a slicked up erection press in at his entrance. Meeting resistance, Zoro pressed until he felt the muscles relent and he found himself driving into Sanji's hot body.
With the invasion, Sanji raised his head off his arms and straightened them so he was up on all fours. A hiss escaped his mouth at the sudden strain at his spine and without meaning to he flexed all the muscles in his body. The gulp Zoro made was audible as the blond's body clamped around him.
After a few moments to gain control over himself, Sanji loosened his muscles only for Zoro to act immediately and start thrusting back and forth. The chef, fully realizing that he was finally with the source of his unending fantasies, started to keen with pleasure. They were only just starting to find a rhythm together when the dancer decided to change the tempo. What was at first short, measured pulsing sped up to a faster, rougher beat. Sanji had trouble maintaining his upright position, and so one of his arms shot forward to brace on the headboard against Zoro's thrusts.
The chef let out an unconscious tirade of cuss words, steadily getting louder and louder and the drumming of the headboard against the wall would change with Zoro's constant shifting between fast and hard strokes to the deep and powerful. Sanji was slowly being unmade and had to give up trying to keep up with the other man, instead just riding along the brute's waves and rolls.
One forward push happened to strike true and Sanji just saw a wall of white flash before his eyes. Dropping both arms he groaned as he fell bodily forward with his head hitting the pillow. A firm grip on his hips made sure that Sanji's lower half remained upright though, as Zoro plowed into him again and again not concerned in the slightest about the blonds faltering.
It took a few moments for Sanji to come crashing back into himself and when he did he felt, to his horror, Zoro slide out fully.
"What, wait. What?"
"That was just our warm-up cook." Zoro rolled the lithe figure beneath him over onto his back before leaning close to the chef's face and saying, "Now it's time for the 'pinning you to the mattress' part."
How was it that everything this moss headed bastard said was perfect? He saw out of the corner of his eye Zoro grab some more lube and cover himself with it before crawling back between the blond's long, lean legs. One strong hand caressed Sanji from ankle to thigh with a longing sigh.
"We're going to have to play around with your flexibility next time, cook. I wanna see how far I can make you go." Zoro positioned himself just as Sanji registered his words.
"What makes you think there's going to be a next time, grass face?"
The devilish look Sanji was sent made his back arch. "Oh, you'll be begging me by the time we're through to go again, and again, and…" Zoro pushed forward with a sharp thrust of his hips, "…again."
A wanton moan was all Sanji could respond with as those toned arms walled in his head and the muscled man began moving once again. The position meant he could get deeper and the blond could feel the stretch burn in the previously untouched spaces. Once more finding the need to brace himself against such strong thrusts, Sanji propped his arms over his head, hands behind elbows as he was much closer to the headboard now.
There were a few more run ins with his sweet spot before Zoro paused to sit back on his knees. Then the dancer pulled a move Sanji had not experienced before. His legs were guided around Zoro's tapered waist and Zoro used his arms to lift Sanji's lower half perfectly perpendicular to his groin. The built man then proceeded to drive himself as deep as possible into the blond with short, commanding thrusts that had Sanji's arm flying to cover the screams he let out at the new feeling.
With a small, circular gyration of his hips, Zoro sent Sanji swirling into a new hell. He was so close, and fuck did that man ever know what he was doing. But he couldn't, WOULDN'T, cum first. The swirling of those hips had the green haired man pressing against his prostate and pulses of pleasure were throbbing in the back of his skull.
There was a shift and Zoro's full weight was pressed in on where he was connected to the blond with powerful hands gripping Sanji's thighs to stay balanced. That filthy mouth with its sinful words opened up and purred, "Come on now, love-cook, I told you I wanted to hear you beg." The grinding was slower and harder and it took everything Sanji had not to reach out and give himself the one tug he would need to come.
Not that he would have had the chance. One of the dancer's hands lifted from quivering thighs and traced oh-so-delicately along the underside of Sanji's shaft. The sudden sensation had Sanji arching himself higher, impaling him further onto the other man's cock. The blond was sure his lip was bleeding with how hard he was biting it in a vain attempt to resist cumming. He let out a pitiful whimper as his taut back pulsed in unfulfilled desire.
"What was that, I couldn't quite hear you?" The bastard ran his fingers just around Sanji's dick, outlining it on the toned stomach. Even with his eyes clenched Sanji could hear the smirk in that rough voice. The bastard had stopped moving and was just pressing as deep into Sanji as he could. He was waiting. He was legitimately waiting for Sanji to beg before he finished them both off.
When a featherlight finger traced the near purple head of Sanji's erection, he couldn't hold himself back any further. "FUCK! Yes! Just fucking do it already you bastard! God!"
A calloused hand wrapped around Sanji in an iron grip. Then that cheeky voice spoke on last time, "How's about one more time with the magic word?"
Beyond the point of caring Sanji screamed, "PLEASE!"
Suddenly his mind split into three as the he felt that rough hand pumping him, the plunging of hips frantically driving into him and his teeth tearing into his bottom lip at the overload of sensation. He came with a violent roar and his back arching so high his only contact with the bed beneath him was his head on the pillow. Sanji's mind blanked out with only a throbbing white rhythm behind clenched eyes, keeping to the erratic beat of his pulse.
He must have missed Zoro coming as after he slowly drifted back into himself he felt the moron pulling out gently. With a quick tie off of the condom Zoro leaned forward and threw it in the waste bin next to the bed and grabbed a few tissues to clean himself with. When he was as clean as could be without a shower the green haired man reached over and grabbed a few more tissues before turning to wipe off Sanji. Who knew the asshole could be so considerate?
Two fistfuls of tissue in the garbage later the chef felt the bed settle with the dancer lying still next to him. Not feeling content in the quiet he started to shift before finally turning to face the resting man and asking, "Any chance you'd get up and get me my smokes?"
Gold eyes opened and looked at Sanji with sleepy incredulity. A second passed before he hummed and moved to get out of bed. Sanji watched with appreciation as one of the most fantastic asses he's ever seen walked out of the bedroom to get him his fix. A few moments passed with Sanji staring at the ceiling before the half-empty packet was flung onto his chest. Without hesitation Sanji lit up as a cool breeze passed by him. He looked to the side where Zoro had just opened a window before flopping back into the messy bed.
Finishing his smoke in silence Sanji thought over the night. They had won that stupid show and he finally got to sleep with his aggravating partner. Glancing over to the dozing dancer Sanji could admit to himself that it had been amazing, and that wasn't the lingering alcohol in his system talking. There was intensity without hostility – a nice change from the overly sappy nights spent with lovely ladies, or the sloppy uncertainty of some men who didn't realize Sanji wasn't a porcelain doll. No, Zoro was aggressive without being severe, although the bastard was a little merciless at the end there.
Sanji tapped the ashes into the lid of his pack and threw the filter into the box. Closing the whole thing he tossed it onto the night table and turned on his side to watch the grass head nap. He really had enjoyed himself tonight. He knew Zoro made some comments in there about next time, but Sanji wasn't sure how long he would be staying here. The show was over and so he would be leaving the city soon to go back home, to his restaurant and his own studio. There was no way he could stay here any longer when he'd already been gone for so long.
Sanji rolled onto his back and stared back at the ceiling for a bit. Truthfully, even though he had signed on for the whole season, he hadn't actually expected to make it to the finale. He figured he could make it half way before being voted off the overly dramatic reality show. Something about that mossy moron however got him super competitive and he couldn't help but give it his all. Now he was five weeks late in going back to HIS reality and it looks like there will actually be one thing he'll miss about this whole nightmare. They may have fought like cats and dogs, annoyed each other to their wits end and just generally made nuisances of themselves, but they also worked well together, pushed each other to be the best, and had undeniable chemistry.
Fuck.
He knew he had to go back to his life, but he couldn't take Zoro with him. It's not like he could even ask the other man to come with him. This was Zoro's life after all – dancing on national television with minor celebrities and entertaining the masses. He was doing what he loved and getting paid for it, something most people would kill for. Sanji longed to light up another smoke as he contemplated the fact that they just couldn't work out.
Turning on his side again he watched the other man's back rise and fall with each breath. He really kind of liked the muscle head. He was passionate, focussed and had a wicked sense of humour. He knew that the dancer had a softer side too as he's seen him console that pink haired kid from the studio a time or two when Sanji blew up at him. Plus he's got the body of a model and the unnatural control of a monk. The way he held himself with Sanji's dick rammed down his throat…
Biting his lip to contain his groan was a bad idea as Sanji realized his lip still hurt like a fucker from biting it a little too hard earlier. His yelp was enough to wake Zoro from his light doze and he got an owlish look from the other man.
"Nothing, just me being an idiot." He was quick to reassure.
"Tch, so nothing new." Was the slurred reply.
"Hurr hurr, I'm sure someone out there thinks your funny."
"Shut up cook, I need my beauty sleep before I rail you again." And with those words he turned back to face the window.
Sanji was inordinately glad that the green haired dancer couldn't see his face at that moment as he lit up in a fierce blush. How could the moron be so casual about this? Did he not realize that this was a onetime thing? Maybe that's why he was so casual about it. To Zoro this was only a casual one-night stand and it would all be over in the morning. That thought brought Sanji's mood even lower. Here he was moping about not being able to continue this into a possible relationship while the meathead took a nap before round 2. Man was he ever pathetic…
Sucking in a deep breath Sanji tried to look for the silver lining. No, he couldn't take Zoro with him, but he could enjoy what little time they had left. He'd stay the night, cook a fantastic post-sexy-time meal tomorrow and then leave with a fond memory… and maybe an achy back.
Plan made Sanji laid on his back and let himself fall into a light snooze. He might not be happy about it, but that's the way it went sometimes. Maybe the man could visit him once he got back home seeing as how they were now off season. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.
The cook drifted off with the idea of an open invite to the moss head to eat at his restaurant if he was ever on the west coast. Who knows, maybe the performer might take him up on the offer to 'dance' again.
~Fin~
A/N: Please don't kill me for not having a happy ending... My Beta was a little upset that they didn't ride off into the sunset together _...
Speaking of Beta can everyone please applaud the super-amazing-spectacular-fantastic BlackBarBooks for reading over this and correcting my errors. She is the apex of our fandom and if you're reading my stuff before reading hers you should hop over there immediately and do so. You can thank me later.
