He had expected Zoro to be against the whole 'find out what that stupid wish was' deal, however the man had been surprisingly willing and receptive to the idea. Zoro said that it might help get more of his memories back. So far though he'd not discovered anything helpful.
He'd found out that Nami was a meteorologist and predicted the weather on TV with frightening accuracy, he also found out that as a personal hobby she collected rare and valuable maps. Which was interesting of course but not helpful.
Brook worked at a relatively nearby aquarium and occasionally went out to sea to visit the baby whale that he'd had to release from the aquarium when it got too big. That was only his day job though, mostly he performed in the rumbar orchestra. Again, interesting but unhelpful and he still got the creeps looking at Book with human skin on.
This was why he was sitting, somewhat disappointedly, in Franky's workshop. This world's Franky wasn't a shipwright but he did make things for a living. With some occasional help from Usopp the two of them made weird things for films, apparently if you needed a weirdly powered machine that did something odd then Franky was your man. Franky was enthusiastically talking about some death ray he made for a film but Sanji wasn't listening.
"Nothing?" Zoro asks sitting down on the workbench next to him as Franky demonstrates how the edge of the laser pops off unaware that neither Sanji nor Zoro is paying the slightest bit of attention to him.
"Nope. This isn't getting me any closer to figuring out what I want to know or getting my memories back like you want." Sanji sighs quietly.
"Hm, maybe the others will be more helpful." Zoro suggests in a hushed voice so Franky doesn't hear them.
"I doubt it. Somehow I don't think that my wish was for everyone to have appropriate day jobs." Sanji mutters feeling disheartened. How the hell is he supposed to figure this stupid wish out if nothing he tries works?
"Well, maybe something will work out." Zoro says in a voice that even Sanji can tell sounds dubious.
"I doubt it. That kind of logic only works for people like-" Sanji starts but Zoro interrupts him.
"Luffy!" Zoro interrupts. Sanji realizes that Zoro is looking over his shoulder rather than looking at him and sure enough when he glances over he sees Luffy standing in the door a little damp from the drizzling rain outside.
"Hey guys, I didn't expect to see you here, especially you Zoro." Luffy grins walking into Franky's workshop.
"Why not me?" Zoro asks with a frown. Luffy tips his head to the side with the slight lazy and confused expression that his captain wears a lot.
"Well don't you have that fancy museum thing tonight? Robin already left to set up, she kicked me out of her and Nami's flat so she could leave." Luffy whines petulantly.
"Oh SHIT! I completely forgot! With all of the Sanji stuff it slipped my mind, she's gonna kill me if I'm late!" Zoro exclaims leaping up.
"What thing for Robin?" Sanji asks curiously but Zoro is ignoring him and instead frantically thumbing through things on his phone.
"It's this big gig at Robin's museum, she roped Zoro in to help because he speaks the language." Franky shrugs having realized that no one is paying attention to his fake doomsday device and that Zoro is too busy panicking to answer Sanji himself.
"Oh shit I've got to pick my suit up from the dry cleaners." Zoro mutters to himself as he paces back and forth. He pulls his wallet out of his pocket and starts flicking through the receipts in it.
"A suit?" Sanji repeats disbelievingly. He cannot imagine Zoro looking anything but awful in a suit, it'd be like shoving a shaved gorilla into a suit, in fact the gorilla might look better. It wasn't that he thought Zoro looked unattractive, far from it. Zoro naked was about the hottest thing he could think of, but Zoro in a suit? That's a horrible mental combination.
"Ohhh, you don't remember Zoro's suit." Franky states with a slow grin spreading across his face. Sanji shoots him a 'duh' look because he remembers almost nothing, and as far as Franky knows he doesn't even know that.
"Oh man, I've got to see that. I'll bring my camera- no, better, I'll get Usopp to bring his camera." Franky grins deviously.
Zoro turns around having finished sending an important text, probably to Robin to apologize for forgetting.
"Franky, man, you wouldn't do me a massive favour and keep an eye on Sanji until the museum do would you?" Zoro pleads hopefully.
"Oh yeah man, I just found the perfect incentive to be there when Sanji gets there." Franky chuckles, his mirth obvious despite his attempts to cover his face with his large hand.
Zoro looks puzzled and slightly suspicious at Franky's statement but clearly he doesn't want to ignore the good fortune of Franky actually agreeing to help. He nods at Franky gratefully before turning to Sanji and swooping in to press a soft kiss to his lips. Sanji finds himself a little surprised but happily leans into the kiss, he'd actually missed Zoro like this. All too quickly Zoro pulls back and with a hurried goodbye to everyone dashes off out of the workshop. Sanji feels a little pang of loss as the motorbike roars to life outside and fades off into the distance.
"Well, I've got work to do bro. You're welcome to chill here, just don't touch anything mechanical looking. That goes double for you Luffy." Franky instructs shooting them both stern looks.
"Don't worry, I know better than that." Sanji agrees. Who knows what any of Franky's little gadgets do, they're likely to be a little less deliberately dangerous than the inventions of the Franky that Sanji knows but he's still not willing to risk it.
Luffy rather predictably ignores this warning and the moment Franky's back is turned the black haired boy is already curiously investigating something. Figuring that it's not worth getting involved in that disaster waiting to happen Sanji instead makes his way over to a beat up old looking sofa. After a cautious check for hidden machinery he flops down onto it and closes his eyes. He lets his mind wander over his problems.
He thinks of Zoro and wonders idly whether or not he's only making things hard on himself by spending time with this Zoro when he knows full well that be won't be able to stay with him and that the Zoro he knows will never feel that for him. Is he just making it worse for himself later on? If that is the case then he really should have thought of that before he and Zoro ended up naked on the bedroom floor together. Ah, the benefits of hindsight.
The little voice of temptation in his head purrs silkily that the damage is already done, he's already going to miss Zoro like hell when he goes so he might as well indulge himself now. He shakes that thought loose from his head, that's a bad idea and not fair to Zoro. Zoro honestly believes that he's this world's Sanji, and now that Sanji knows for certain that he isn't it's more than a little misleading to allow Zoro to continue to believe that. That goes double under the consideration that by allowing Zoro to believe that and being... intimate with him was essentially tricking Zoro into cheating on Sanji's counterpart.
A vindictive little part of Sanji growls that the other Sanji deserves a taste of his own medicine for betraying Zoro as much as he has. But... it's hardly fair to allow a good honest man like Zoro to do something spiteful out of ignorance. Zoro would probably be horrified if he really believed Sanji's version of events.
So, he supposes when considering everything that if he's going to be good he should really keep his hands to himself in future. Giving in to temptation won't do him or Zoro any favours. It wasn't like it was a big ask either, he'd managed perfectly fine to keep his hands to himself around Zoro for months on the ship and the only difference there was that this Zoro wasn't endlessly irritating. He wasn't sure whether he found it more or less annoying that this Zoro had outright admitted that he annoyed him for kicks. Probably more when he considered that Zoro's statement had been one of the things that persuaded him that his Zoro must feel the same way. His musings are disturbed when Luffy appears by his side, his face covered in a curious grin that just screams mischief.
"So, Chopper told me that you think you're a pirate." Luffy says excitedly as he flops down onto the floor cross-legged at Sanji's side.
"I thought Chopper took some kind of oath that meant he shouldn't tell people stuff like that about his patients." Sanji grumbles sitting up. Luffy just shrugs at that and continues to look at Sanji expectantly. It's only when Sanji thinks that Luffy looks like a little kid expecting a story that he realises that his story probably is just what Luffy is expecting. With a rather exaggerated sigh for effect he tells the one person who always believes a good story from his friends about his real life.
It's about four hours later when Sanji, Luffy and pile themselves into a large car that pulls up outside the building, looking sleek and expensive in the pouring rain. Franky had told them earlier that Usopp was coming to pick them up so when Sanji climbs into the car and spotts a pretty young woman in there with them he's surprised. She's blonde and pretty with pale skin and dressed rather nicely in a simple but elegant blue dress, she's nestled in by the door next to Usopp with her ankles crossed daintily.
"Oh, hello. Usopp who's this pretty lady with you?" Sanji smiles at her charmingly because pretty ladies always deserve to be charmed.
He realises from the startled then slightly sad expression on her face that he's supposed to know her.
"I'm sorry." He apologises quickly as slides into the seat opposite her. By the time Franky has lumbered past him into the car the pretty woman's face is a picture of calm benevolence.
"Don't worry about it. Usopp told me that you had some memory problems, it's not like it's selective or anything. Memory loss is so unpredictable." She smiles, waving aside his concerns with her delicate hand. Sanji spots the glint of the gold wedding band like the lady chasing man that he's always been, he appreciates pretty ladies but he respects the virtue of married ones, he's never approved of cheating.
"I'm-" She leans forward to introduce herself properly but Sanji waves her silent quickly.
"No, no. I want to guess." He grins charmingly at her as the driver starts the car from behind smoked glass at Sanji's back. The lady smiles indulgently and falls silent.
Sanji scratches his stubbled chin thoughtfully and looks at her carefully. She's dressed modestly, she's not wearing anything too expensive looking but her clothes look new and carefully chosen, so combined with the expensive car and the tasteful earrings glinting in her ears he'd guess that she's wealthy. Her gaze is intelligent but she's far too young and nice to have made all the money she's clearly got from her own power. So, old money but not a freeloader.
"You're smart, pretty and wealthy. Do I know you through the Baratie?" He guesses curiously. She wouldn't be out of step with a lot of the rich tourists that he and Zeff used to see weekly and the Baratie. She giggles and shakes her head no though.
"Hm, okay." He concedes and thinks about it some more. She mentioned about his "memory problems" it occurs that her answer was almost a little too knowledgeable for a regular person, even a smart one.
"Are you… medical? A nurse or a doctor?" He guesses again.
"I'm training to be a doctor." She reveals with a playful nod. Sanji laughs triumphantly and thinks some more.
"Well, I don't know an awful lot of doctors. So… do I know you through Chopper?" He asks. Perhaps she's some gifted mind that Chopper is nurturing with his odd brand of care.
"Clever, but no." The blonde lady laughs lightly.
"Hm, you're tricky." He grins at her and leans back in his seat to think a little more.
"So you're a rich, pretty doctor-to-be. I don't know you through the Baratie or through Chopper. I must know you through someone, who else would know someone like-" He stops as the idea hits him.
He looks sharply at Usopp who had been sitting quietly next to the mysterious blonde the whole time. He remembers Usopp's quiet mentions of his doctor sweetheart at home, the one who had given them Merry. The others had met her of course, but it was all before he joined the crew so he'd never seen her. He recalls Usopp's descriptions of her, quietly beautiful blonde with pale pretty skin. Usopp, the terrible liar that he is, cracks under Sanji's gaze with a snarky grin flowing over his face.
"You're Kaya? Usopp's Kaya?" He gasps excitedly looking at the pretty girl with an air of disbelief.
"Wonderful Sanji!" Kaya laughs happily, applauding delicately with her fine hands. Sanji is stunned, he didn't expect her to be quite so pretty or so wonderful. All men in love talk about their hearts desires as if they're goddesses, even the ones who aren't compulsive liars like Usopp, but she really is just as Usopp described her.
"Well, I'm very pleased and excited to meet you. I've only heard about you from Usopp before." He says effusively and shakes her hand happily. Kaya smiles and ignores the parts of his comment that must seem strange to her. He turns her hand curiously and examines her wedding band, it's a simple gold band but there's a certain elegance to it. He considers it a little more, if this is indeed Usopp's Kaya then the wedding band must mean…
"You're married?" He asks looking at Usopp with wonder. The smug bastard actually grins at him, looking simultaneously pleased with himself and disbelievingly happy.
"Congratulations I guess." He says distantly. He can't quite wrap his brain around the idea, Usopp and married don't seem to go together. The guy is younger than him for goodness sake! But… Usopp has always held a candle for his pretty blonde doctor, so he supposes it's only fair. He leans back thoughtfully in his chair as Luffy starts to enthuse about the food that will be at the museum gala and revels in how different this world is from his own.
He's so distracted by Usopp and Kaya together when they all get out of the car that he almost forgets that he's supposed to be meeting Zoro here at some point tonight. And that Zoro will be in- oh the horror- a suit. He guesses that Robin wouldn't let him pick anything too gauche like a cheap-lawyer blue suit, but it'll probably be something awful and cheap looking. Probably something designed to fit a normal sized man, rather than the overly muscled torso that Zoro sports. He just knows that the man is going to look like ten pounds of crap stuffed into a five pound bag. Which is a real shame because Zoro has such a pleasant body, if only he would learn to dress himself as if he weren't a hobo or else go naked all the time. Either of those options would improve Sanji's life measurably.
They enter the museum and he spots Nami's glorious orange hair almost immediately. The group make their way over to her, with the exception of Usopp who after pecking Kaya on the cheek splits off to photograph the crowd and the exhibits. Nami is looking especially lovely this evening in a black silk dress that does wonders for all her delightful assets. Tempted as he is Sanji keeps his swooning to a minimum and his praise to acceptable levels, he has to remember that in this world he's a taken man.
Servers are wandering through the museum among the guests with trays loaded with champagne glasses, he snags one for himself and as he spots Robin gracefully approaching them he grabs one for her too.
"I'm so glad you could all make it." Robin smiles warmly to them all.
"Glad to be here. Here you go." Sanji smiles back and offers her the second champagne flute in his hand. It wouldn't do for the hostess of such a wonderful party to miss out on all of the fun herself.
"Ah, I can't I'm afraid Sanji. I've many important people to impress for the museum tonight and I'll have to drink enough to be polite with them, but I can't drink too much." Robin explains with a polite little smile.
"Oh, well, that's no problem. But, if you're the one throwing the party shouldn't you be allowed to have at least a little fun?" He teases her gently.
"Oh, I wish. This is less of a party and more of a bid to ensure that the museum, specifically my department, gets enough funding. Pretty dress aside Sanji this is work." The beautiful archaeologist sighs rubbing her forehead in a slightly stressed way.
"That said, having all of you here makes this much more enjoyable. And I'm very grateful to Zoro for helping me out too." She adds brightly, giving them all a warm smile. Sanji nods and smiles back at her, he hadn't realised that this was work, he probably shouldn't really disturb Zoro either if he's making Robin's job easier.
He takes his time talking to his nakama instead and drinking champagne merrily. He's enjoying the time with his nakama all together, even if Robin is missing. Still, he's not quite settled in himself. He glances absently around the room, taking in the décor, the people in their fancy clothes and the exhibits.
"Zoro is off translating for people and being rude." Nami volunteers some time later without him asking her. It occurs to him that he must have looked as if he was looking for Zoro, he wonders absently if he was looking out for the marimo subconsciously.
"Oh?" He asks raising an eyebrow at her.
"You know him, he'll help Robin when she asks but he won't be happy about it. And pleasing strangers has never been his thing." The beautiful navigator sighs wearily and fiddles with the stem of her glass.
"That's true." Sanji concedes. Zoro has no manners at all for strangers who ask him to do things he doesn't feel like doing. He wouldn't have lasted five minutes with his attitude and customer service at the Baratie, and considering as his ridiculous adoptive family were mostly convicts, pirates and thieves that was saying something.
"As much as I hate to leave you my mellorine, I should probably go remind that marimo brain to be nice to people." He grouses. He has to admit though that the idea of seeing Zoro, even in what is doubtlessly a horrible suit, makes him a little excited even if they've only been apart for a few hours.
When he goes through the third archway he realises that Usopp is walking backwards ahead of him, trying to be inconspicuous. His camera is raised ready but not as high as his face, so it's not like he's taking pictures of anyone like he's supposed to be doing. With an irritated huff he strides over to the sharpshooter-come-photographer.
"Usopp, what are you doing?" He asks the other man exasperatedly over the bubble of chatter going on around them.
"My job." Usopp grins and snaps a picture of Sanji's no doubt irritated face.
"I doubt that Robin paid you to very obviously stalk me with your camera." He points out reasonably. In fact Usopp had told him on the ride over that Robin had paid him to take pictures of the patrons and the exhibits.
"Hm, yeah. But Franky employed me too. Look over there." Usopp smirks and gestures across the room.
With some reluctance Sanji does look and catches a shock of that marimo green hair over the edge of a tall man's shoulder. Sanji strains his ears and can indeed make out the distinct irritated baritone of Zoro's voice interrupted by the other man making comments and asking Zoro questions.
"-it reads 'flowing water', like I said it's a pun. …No, I can't explain it to you, it's a pun, they don't translate well. Ugh, will you just take my word for it when I say it's witty?"
The man that Zoro was talking to, or vaguely insulting – it's hard to tell, walks towards Sanji with an irritated huff. When he moves aside Sanji can see Zoro properly for the first time since getting here.
His eyes widen and his jaw drops. Distantly his brain registers the frantic click of Usopp's camera working but he's not got the brainpower right now to deal with that.
Zoro most definitely does not look like ten pounds of crap stuffed into a five pound bag. He looks… well, Sanji's not sure that he could really pick a word to describe how Zoro looks right now, but seeing as he's stunned then "stunning" might just do it.
Zoro is less a suit jacket, he's probably discarded it in his boredom, but Sanji can't say that he minds. Zoro is wearing a crisp snow-white shirt with a dark green silk tie neatly nestled in the dip of his collarbone, the fabric makes it almost look black where the light doesn't catch it, it's almost jewel like. The same rich silk makes up the back panel of the tailored waistcoat that Zoro is wearing. It's tight in the small of his back in a tailored way that shows quite clearly that Zoro is hiding an impressive body under his clothes and the cut of it at the front does wonders in exaggerating Zoro's build. The rest of his suit looks wonderfully rich even in the understated black colour. His hair is still outrageously green and unkempt and his ever present earrings both shout "fuck you" to the general social conventions of fitting in and manage to match tastefully with the buttons on Zoro's waistcoat.
Despite Zoro's irritated scowl Sanji finds himself gaping at the man and for the first time in his life uncertain as to whether he wants Zoro to stay in his clothes or get naked. One thing is for sure though; Zoro has never looked so good.
"Ahh, I'm gonna frame that one." Usopp chuckles looking down at his camera's screen, at pictures of him staring at Zoro he realises suddenly. At once Franky's grin and mention of Usopp and his camera earlier come back to him. They knew how he'd react and set him up to exploit him.
"Scram." He growls at Usopp who laughs at him but obligingly disappears. Sanji has time to be mad at them later, for now though there's Zoro.
Sanji can't repress the feeling of being special when Zoro's frustrated scowl disappears when he sees Sanji. Zoro's face melts into a happy smile as their eyes meet and greets him with a soft 'hey'.
Up close Zoro is even more stunning. The suit looks gorgeous up close and Sanji only just barely manages to resist running his hands down Zoro's chest just to feel him and that wonderful waistcoat.
"Well, hello to you too." Zoro says in a voice that's got an edge of a purr in it and the swordsman's smile has something sexy winding through it. Sanji realises that his thoughts must be showing loud and clear on his face and he coughs and looks to the side in embarrassment.
"You look, um, well. Yeah." He manages, feeling his face heat up suddenly. Goddamnit it, what is he, fifteen?
"You don't look so bad yourself. Are you here to stay with me while I serve out my time for Robin? Please? You'll keep the irritating people away." Zoro asks endearingly.
"And here I thought you were doing a favour for a friend." Sanji teases, feeling a little more himself with Zoro grumbling unhappily about other people.
"I am. I'd just rather be doing her a favour that involved moving furniture or some shit like that. Not talking to idiots about things from my country that they don't understand and treat like… like toys. And they're all fucking idiots too, I hate this." He growls unhappily.
Sanji considers Zoro's predicament as well as his previous vow to not touch this Zoro more than he should which, in light of that suit, is going to prove difficult. Maybe it's something that he'll acclimatise to, it's probably just the shock of seeing Zoro looking so good in a suit that's thrown him is all.
"Hey, you're supposed to be nice to these people. It won't kill you." He says because he is supposed to be reminding Zoro to play nice with Robin's guests. Zoro gives him a look that suggests that he thinks that it might just kill him and he'd rather not risk it.
"Don't be an asshole. Come on, give me this talk that you're supposed to be giving people. I don't know a damn thing about any of this party or these exhibits." He urges, shoving Zoro lightly with his shoulder as he turns to face one of the exhibit cases.
Sanji catches Zoro rolling his eyes in the reflection on the glass exhibit case but he says nothing. The case is filled with ancient looking artefacts, they're all beautifully decorated and ornamental but clearly functional too.
"About half a year ago Robin and I got back from a trip toJapan, she wanted to organise an exhibit exchange with a few Japanese museums. I got dragged along to translate her negotiations but it turned out that she pretty much didn't need me at all, all the museum guys spoke perfect English." Zoro sighs, the irritation at his day and Robin's insistence in involving him in this whole ordeal was more than evident in his voice.
Sanji has a flash of memory come to him. He remembers being sprawled out on the bed in the flat that seemed far too lonely and empty talking to Zoro on the phone at crazy hours of the day.
"Aren't you supposed to be enjoying being back home in your native country asshole?"
"I'm not home, you're home. I miss you."
"I- I miss you too. When are you coming home?"
"Soon I hope."
He startles back to the present. Zoro is talking about how much red tape Robin had to get through to run the exhibit and how much she has riding on it.
Sanji can't really listen though, he can't shake the sense of loneliness from his memories or the way his heart seizes desperately at the memory. He knows how much he hated being away from Zoro and he knows in his very bones that the moment he has to leave this world he'll feel it all over again. Is he even going to leave this world? He came back here on an instinctual whim when he saw how upset and panicked Zoro was. He was supposed to be using this time to work out what his wish was, but he hadn't come any closer to finding that out despite his best efforts. When he did work out what it was would he stay here or would he go back? Or was this world a test to find out what his wish was so that something in his world could be changed?
If he left or if this world ceased to be then what would become of him and Zoro? What would he do without this Zoro around? He'd managed to miss the man and crave him even from just being away for a day. Being separated from him permanently and being stuck with a Zoro that didn't have any inclinations towards him beside nakamaship would be torture especially since he'd already experienced how well Zoro knew his body. All he could think about was how foolish he was being by not spending every moment that he had left plastered to Zoro, he didn't know when he'd next fall into nothingness and wake up back in a world where Zoro didn't care.
"Oi, are you even listening? You're as bad as these rich idiots that I have to talk to." Zoro huffs, elbowing him back into the present again.
Zoro seems to catch his expression, although what his face looks like Sanji can't say. The marimo's face creases in concern and his hand lands lightly on Sanji's arm.
"Hey, are you okay? You look a little pale." He asks looking at Sanji with a worried and caring expression on his face.
Sanji's lip trembles, it's not fair. This Zoro is too real, too close to what he really wants. All he wants is for things to be simple, to not have to worry about everything all the time and to have just one person who thinks the world of him. He wants someone who loves him despite all his shitty personality flaws and makes him want to be better instead. He just wants some goddamn peace in this world, something that he doesn't have to fight for. He wants Zoro.
His resolve snaps in an instant and he throws himself at Zoro, wrapping his arms around the other man's neck. He buries his face in Zoro's collar, he just wants to lose himself in Zoro. Fuck being fair and being noble, denying himself what he needs isn't going to help anyone, especially not him.
"Sanji, what's wrong?" Zoro asks with a desperate note in his voice. Sanji shudders as Zoro's large warm hands land in the small of his back as Zoro holds him close.
"Zoro, take me home. I need-" His voice breaks on the last word and he can tell from the suddenly wide look in Zoro's eyes and the dark flush on his face that Zoro knows full well what he needs. He finds himself thankful once again for just how well this Zoro can read him, for all of the years that the swordsman has had to work out what Sanji wants. Zoro's hands tighten against the jacket of his suit and his eyes dart about the room suddenly, Sanji can see the word 'but' forming on his lips.
He knows what Zoro is hesitating for. Zoro should stay here, he should work out the rest of the night doing Robin's translation work, he should be restrained. But equally Sanji should be refraining from falling into temptation with Zoro.
"Just fuck this museum gig, let's go." He insists fisting his hands in the front of Zoro's very expensive feeling waistcoat. Zoro swallows thickly, nods and quickly walks out of the room through a side corridor with Sanji in tow.
It takes almost no time at all for Zoro to find a cab and get them both speedily inside with a rushed address for their building. The ride there is thankfully short with Zoro sitting very deliberately far away from Sanji with his fists tightly clutching the edge of the seat as if he can't physically restrain himself. Sanji shares the feeling and is glad for being buckled into his seat and aware of the driver's watchful eyes on them to keep him and his hands still and away from Zoro.
Once they're safely in the flat though all bets are off. He backs Zoro into the flat kicking the door shut behind them and proceeds to walk Zoro backwards into the arm of the sofa, toppling them both over onto the seat. He can't help but run his hands over the fine fabric of Zoro's suit, it's definitely expensive and tailored so well that Sanji is starting to think that he's almost going to regret getting Zoro out of it.
He levers his leg in between Zoro's and grinds his thigh into Zoro as he leans up the man to bite at his neck whilst he works Zoro's tie loose with excitedly shaking fingers. Zoro for his part just groans deliciously and Sanji can't suppress his glee at the fact that this is Zoro as he's always wanted him, willing and reciprocating. It's so close to everything that he's ever fantasised about Zoro, and yes, he's willing to admit now that Zoro has featured in many of his late night mental movies. At the time he'd felt silly because he and Zoro seemed to be so wrong for each other, clearly he'd been an idiot at the time because this was the most right Sanji had ever felt. The situation can be desperately improved by having access to more of Zoro's skin though.
He tries to be careful when he's unbuttoning Zoro's oh-so-lovely waistcoat but by the time he reaches the shirt underneath his lust-stunted patience is wearing thin and he gets about halfway down Zoro's shirt before thinking 'fuck it' and just ripping the rest of it open and sending buttons pinging across the room. The marimo levels him an unimpressed look for about half a second before Sanji desperately pulls his own shirt off and thoroughly distracts Zoro.
Sanji slides back down onto Zoro's ever warm skin and hums in pleasure at the skin contact. He greedily runs his hands all over Zoro's exposed skin, along his thick wrists and the hard flat lines of his body, he traces Zoro's long scar with his fingers and his tongue.
Zoro catches him by surprise when he digs his elbow into the sofa and flips them off of the furniture onto the floor, landing neatly on his hands and knees above Sanji. He leans in to press hot kisses to Sanji's collar bone and speaks real words for the first time since leaving the taxi.
"What's gotten into you? I know you love the suit, you always do, but you seem…" Zoro struggles for a word, clearly not knowing how to describe Sanji's state.
Sanji knows what word Zoro should be using though. Desperate. And he is. He's desperate to use up all the opportunities to have Zoro like this that he can, he's desperate to have the other man touch him and desperately worried that he's going to lose all of this. He doesn't say that though, instead he throws his arms around Zoro's neck, locking his hands at his wrists and says:
"Just fuck me, or-" He cuts himself short though. Whilst he likes the idea of being the one to fuck Zoro he's not sure that he could do it right, he's never done it before after all and if it's anything like any other first time with sex then he's likely not going to be very good, something that he doesn't want. Besides, Zoro knows him in a way that Sanji doesn't know Zoro, he knows that he can trust the other man to blow his mind.
"Just fuck me." He concludes and arches his hips against Zoro's for emphasis.
"Fuck you or fuck you? Those are my choices?" Zoro smirks raising an eyebrow at him.
"Yes, got a problem with that?" Sanji demands, trying to force some menace into his voice and failing.
"Not at all." Zoro grins, bends down and quickly slides an arm under Sanji's back.
He's about to ask what Zoro's doing when the man scoops him up and actually carries him out of the room. He would protest at the injustice of just being hauled around like this but hanging off of Zoro's hips with his legs wrapped around the man's back provides a very pleasing amount of pressure to all the right areas of his body. As a result he lets it slide this time and exploits the opportunity to get rid of Zoro's goddamned belt early on so that when Zoro drops him onto the bed with a bounce Sanji is able to swiftly divest Zoro of his trousers and pants and get his hands on more of Zoro.
He's almost unreasonably gleeful about the prospect of a naked Zoro, he didn't get to explore as much as he would have liked last time because Zoro was most definitely in charge then and his big aim at the time had been getting Sanji off. Tonight however Sanji isn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. He drags Zoro down onto the bed by his arm and kneels up above Zoro and allows himself to adoringly take in the view.
Zoro's skin is that delicious tan colour that it's always been but it's flushed already from their excitement thus far as pink tinges Zoro's cheeks and his neck. He lets his wandering hands track lower until they find their real prize. Zoro's cock is still impressive and he takes his time his time by running his hand curiously up and down Zoro's length, he'd felt him before but that was pressed against him. The marimo doesn't seem to mind though and groans appreciatively at Sanji's touch.
With sudden haste Sanji wrestles his own trousers off and plasters the length of himself against Zoro, paying special attention to grinding their dicks together. He shudders happily and Zoro's hand progresses from his shoulder blade down to his ass in one long smooth and appreciative stroke. When his hand does reach Sanji's ass he squeezes it hard and the cook can definitely spot the pleased grin cutting across Zoro's face right now.
"I love that." Zoro mutters to himself and gives Sanji another squeeze. He sits up suddenly, toppling Sanji into his lap and wraps his arms tightly around Sanji's waist and burying his head in Sanji's collarbone.
"Mine." Zoro murmurs reverently into Sanji's skin, stroking a hand down his bare back gently.
Sanji pauses, as a first reaction he wants to scowl at the idea that Zoro assumes that he belongs to anyone, much less to him. But he realises before he opens his big mouth that he wants to assert the same about Zoro, he wants this Zoro to be his. But… that isn't the case. Zoro doesn't belong to him, he's just… borrowed. Still, he can say one thing that's true.
"Yours." He agrees softly as Zoro looks up at him with dark eyes.
Zoro smiles up at him before turning on his side, taking Sanji down with him and pressing him into the mattress. He kisses Sanji earnestly and the cook can feel the fire in the press of their lips, he knows where this is going. As much as he wants this, as much as he wants to do this with Zoro he's nervous and inexperienced in this side of sex. Clearly some part of his anxiety must have transmitted to Zoro because the other man pulls back with an expression of concern.
"I don't remember this, this is all a little new. So…" He trails off from his sudden explanation.
"Heh, I remember being like that. I guess I should return the favour and show you how this is supposed to go." Zoro smirks down at him.
"Okay." Sanji agrees, pushing himself up on his elbows to look at Zoro. He feels excited and nervous, he wants to know what he's supposed to do. Oh, he can work out the basics, he knows what gets put where but that's not the point. He wants to know what he should do, what he should know, to be good at this.
"Oi, stop looking at me like you're in class. Just… lay back and relax." The swordsman says with a roll of his eyes as he shoves Sanji lightly on the shoulder to topple him back to laying down.
Sanji shuffles his shoulders and tries to get more comfortable on the bed. Relax right? That can't be hard, can it? Zoro runs a hand up Sanji's thigh from his knee and Sanji has to remind himself to unclench his jaw. Zoro snickers at him and leans above him again.
"I said relax." He grins against Sanji's mouth and kisses him thoroughly. This at least Sanji can appreciate, getting kissed by Zoro still short circuits his brain. With a pleased purr he locks his arms around Zoro's neck. It's only when he hears the click of a cap closing that he realises that Zoro was doing anything other than kissing him. Before he can even gather enough brain power together to be worried or nervous Zoro's hand is rubbing between his legs with slick fingers. He bites his lip as Zoro's circles lower around his entrance.
Relax. He intones mentally to himself and leans up to kiss Zoro again, that usually does wonders to distract him. He chides himself for being so silly and nervous, he wants that connection with Zoro, he want to have sex with Zoro, he wants more than just an (admittedly fantastic) mutual handjob on the bedroom floor. Earlier he could hardly wait, hell, he dragged Zoro out of the museum to get here and now that he's got what is quite literally the man of his dreams in bed he's acting like a nervous virgin.
It's not as if what Zoro is doing feels bad either, just… unusual. Surely it must be good, he feels like it should be good. Anyway, his other self and Zoro have been doing this for years apparently so there's got to be something in it. He smiles and stretches and forces himself to relax. Zoro grins up at him and slides down Sanji's body and mouths enthusiastically along the line of Sanji's cock. The cook really does relax then, arching up eagerly towards Zoro's mouth. A jolt of pleasure runs through him suddenly and he realises that Zoro's fingers are actually inside him now. He gasps in surprise and he feels Zoro's pointy grin against the skin of his hip as Zoro teasingly quirks his fingers forward in almost a beckoning gesture.
He should probably object more to the pleased and needy noises that he can hear spilling from his throat, but this is Zoro that he's with. Zoro can read every tell he has, the man knows precisely when he's irritating Sanji no matter what Sanji does to hide it so he'd probably know just how much Sanji's enjoying what Zoro's doing even if he tried to stay mute.
At some point, Sanji's not sure when as his perception of time always goes sideways when he feels like this, Zoro removes his fingers. Sanji whines unhappily and looks up at Zoro through his hair with an irritated expression. That fades instantly when he realises that it's not Zoro's fingers that he's lining up to Sanji's now slick entrance. He's surprised to find that he's not nervous but excited and impatient instead. He tilts his hips into Zoro and the other man slides home like a dream.
Oh god.
It's as if his brain can't quite process everything at once. Zoro is hot inside of him and big, Sanji doesn't know if that last one is good or bad because there's a little discomfort but it feels amazing and he wants more somehow. He can feel Zoro shuddering with the effort to stay still and as Sanji's toes curl into the bedsheet he knows that being still is not what he wants from Zoro. He whines and grinds his ass down against Zoro making the man finally start moving.
Zoro slides his arm under Sanji's knee and pushes forward until Sanji's knee is pressed against his own shoulder and Zoro is fucking him almost bent double. Sanji yelps at the change of angle, his hips buckling excitedly as his body fizzes with pleasure and his untouched cock leaks against his stomach. Zoro bites sharply into Sanji's collar bone and groans into Sanji's ear.
Zoro sets a steady pace and Sanji can suddenly see the appeal of this whole thing, he can see that this is what his body had been so desperate for that he dragged the other man home. All he can feel everywhere is Zoro, Zoro moving inside of him, Zoro's quick breath against Sanji's sweat slicked skin and the power of Zoro's muscles as every movement ripples through the man.
Zoro's thrusts are steady and strong, keeping Sanji balanced precariously just on the edge of coming violently. He feels like he might just die if he doesn't come soon so he reaches for himself with shaking hands, he knows that it will only take a stroke or two to bring him to blissful completion. But his progress is halted when Zoro growls darkly, catches his wrists and pins them sharply to the mattress by Sanji's head. He doesn't even know whether the pressure that Zoro's holding him down with is on the right side of pain or not, he's too strung out with pleasure to tell.
He whines and bucks desperately against Zoro as the man pushes him inch by inch closer to the edge. He stretches a leg over Zoro's shoulder and on Zoro's next thrust his vision goes white with starts. He gasps and swears as he shakes apart under Zoro, a good few spine melting thrusts later he feels Zoro fall apart as well.
He reaches up to tangle his now free hands in Zoro's damp stupidly coloured hair and pulls the man down to kiss him hard. Zoro bites Sanji's lip teasingly and then gently swipes his tongue over the bite.
"I love you." The swordsman breathes against his mouth and chases the words with a kiss.
Sanji pauses and squeezes his eyes shut and acutely feels the bittersweet knowledge that this moment is going to pass and knowing that he might not be able to stay here with this Zoro. The Zoro who is sweet and kind, the Zoro that is still strong and loyal, the Zoro that loves him.
"I love you too." He manages to say whilst keeping most of the tremor out of his voice.
"Promise me something? Promise that you won't leave me." He asks desperately and buries his face into the crook of Zoro's neck.
"What?" Zoro asks surprised, pulling back from Sanji and staring down at him wide eyed.
Sanji knows that he's being stupid and foolish. He knows that Zoro wouldn't willingly part them, if anything it'll be this stupid wish or his own actions that'll tear them apart, but he can't stop himself from worrying. He stares up at Zoro earnestly and waits.
"Of course I promise, I'm not going anywhere." Zoro says softly and presses a kiss to the corner of Sanji's mouth.
With the worried flutter in Sanji's stomach settled for the moment he concentrates on stretching out happily and feeling all post-coitally warm and happy.