Title: So Good So Far
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters/Pairing:Zoro/Sanji, Law/Sanji, eventual Law/Zoro/Sanji
Chapter: 16/?
Word Count: 3458
Summary: Written for a prompt from curlybrow who requested "Sanji confesses his confused love for Zoro, but Zoro refuses him, then Sanji turns to Law for comfort, and when Zoro secretly learns that Sanji and Law are doing it, he becomes really jealous…".
Spoilers: For recent chapters

Chapter Sixteen

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Isn't Law gonna bitch at you for getting your dressing wet?" Zoro didn't open his eye, head leaned back against the edge of the rock pool. He was the picture of relaxation, although Sanji knew if he sensed even the slightest hint of danger he'd be out of the water with his swords drawn in a matter of seconds.

"He said I could take it off tomorrow anyway, so a few hours early isn't gonna be a problem," Sanji dipped one toe into the steaming water experimentally, leg sliding in a few more inches when he decided the heat was bearable.

The hot springs were up a short path behind the Inn, a series of natural pools that meant the patrons could enjoy them in relative privacy. The one Zoro had chosen was especially secluded, surrounded by jungle foliage so thick that if Sanji hadn't known there was a bustling town only a few steps away he'd have thought they were far away from human civilization.

The air was sticky away from the cooling breeze of the ocean, summer-hot even as the last rays of the sun sank beyond the horizon. As if on cue, lights sprung up around the edge of the pool, a soft white glow that made everything feel almost ethereal. Zoro's eye popped open, sensing the change in light, but it slid closed slowly once he'd decided there was no danger.

"You did interrupt us this morning, you know," Sanji had slid a little farther into the pool so that the water was lapping at his knees. He shed his towel, hissing as he sank fully into the pool. The water just brushed the tips of his shaggy hair once he was settled, heat seeping into his muscles and relaxing all of the tension in his body.

Fuck, he should have come here days ago.

"In the shower?" Zoro's words were slightly slurred, as if he were falling asleep. "Thought so."

"You said we could fool around…"

"I know," Zoro waved a hand, dismissing his words. "I wasn't trying to cut you guys off…I really did have to piss."

"Hnn," Sanji believed him, simply because Zoro wasn't that malicious. "Still…you should make it up to me."

"I told you, I'm not ready for…" Zoro cut off when Sanji pushed himself off the wall, swimming swiftly across the small pool and coming to rest right beside the swordsman.

"You owe me, Marimo," Sanji reached to trace the line of Zoro's collarbone with his index finger, barely touching the other man's tanned skin but seeing how Zoro shivered even at the promise of a firmer touch. "Let me get you off, hmm?"

"You…"

"Trust me," Sanji leaned in, breath hot on Zoro's ear, causing his earrings to chime softly. "It's better when somebody else does it," his fingers slid down Zoro's chest, over the raised skin of his scar, and he let his palm rest just below the other man's navel.

"Okay," Zoro's voice was tight. "Just…"

"Just this," Sanji nodded, inching his fingers down until he felt coarse hair underneath them. He knew it was green, because he had seen Zoro naked…being on a small ship kind of made it impossible not to have run into each other unclothed at least a few times, but for once he didn't feel the urge to make fun of the swordsman for it.

For as reluctant as Zoro seemingly was, his cock was starting to take interest in their activities. He was half-hard already, a tiny grunt escaping from his throat when Sanji wrapped his palm around the heated skin and stroked him to full arousal. There was a part of him that felt almost giddy at what he was about to do, because he'd wanted this for so long.

"So?" Sanji pressed his lips to Zoro's neck, dragging his tongue along the skin and up to his ear again. "Does it feel good?"

Zoro let out a sound that was mostly just a jumble of noises but Sanji took it to be an affirmative, so he kept stroking. His pace was slow, leisurely, dragging his fingers up the shaft and flicking his wrist a little at the end, something that caused Zoro to make a sort of sub-vocal noise.

"So…how do I…compare?" Zoro asked after a long few moments, mouth hanging open slightly and body taut against the threat of finishing too quickly.

"What?" Sanji's mouth hadn't left Zoro's skin, mapping every inch of it with his lips and tongue as he finally kissed his way up to Zoro's mouth.

"Y'know…is he bigger than I am?" Zoro looked so serious that Sanji almost burst out laughing, but that would have killed the mood rather harshly so he tried to rein it in and succeeded in just giggling a little.

"What does it matter?" he finally got his mirth under control. "He's not here right now."

"Cook," Zoro growled. Sanji rolled his eyes but kept his hand moving, never faltering in his rhythm. He knew Zoro would try to hold out as long as possible because he looked at everything as a challenge, but Sanji was determined to break him down before the end.

"A little," he finally admitted, keeping his voice neutral. "But he's a few inches taller, so that's normal. You're certainly not small, though," Sanji murmured in the other man's ear, pressing his thumb into the slit at the tip of Zoro's cock, and that earned him a rather shocked gasp. "Nobody can hear us," Sanji continued, going back to stroking. "Be as loud as you want."

"He's not loud, is he?"

"Can you stop fucking talking about Law?" Sanji flicked his wrist a little too sharply and Zoro grunted. "It's not a contest."

"But you like him," Zoro said it so bluntly, so matter-of-fact, that Sanji felt his hand falter. "You like sex with him, and if he's good at it…" he frowned, brow furrowed.

"Oh, fuck," Sanji sighed. Zoro wasn't somebody who ever wanted to seem out of his element, and it made sense that he'd try to emulate somebody he thought knew what they were doing, but… "It doesn't matter if he's good at it, Marimo," he dropped his hand because he wanted Zoro's full attention for what he was going to say next. "I don't want to have sex with you because I want you to try and be some copy of Law. I want to have sex with you because I'm in love with you, and it doesn't fucking matter how much experience you have. The fact that it's you is all I care about," he stared straight at Zoro the entire time, not allowing the other man to break eye contact.

"So…"

"So don't worry so much about what Law would do and just do whatever feels right," Sanji dropped his voice again, wrapping his hand back around Zoro's cock and starting up a fast pace.

Zoro grit his teeth, breathing out through his nose. Sanji could feel his muscles tighten as he tried to hold off his orgasm and he wasn't having any of that this time around. "Don't fight it," he purred into Zoro's ear, twining the fingers of his free hand in Zoro's hair before yanking the other man into a kiss.

Zoro panted against his lips, mouth open, and Sanji took advantage of that to work his lips farther apart and slide his tongue into Zoro's mouth. He closed his eyes and sank into the kiss, feeling Zoro respond slowly and flick his own tongue against Sanji's. The other man was a fast learner.

"Sanji…fuck, I…" he groaned, and yeah, Sanji was gonna have to get used to the fact that Zoro could fucking talk even with his mouth occupied as it was, especially since he couldn't do the same.

Sanji tightened his fingers in Zoro's hair, not breaking the kiss as he jerked his wrist as fast as he could. Zoro's entire body stiffened and he let out a surprised grunt, Sanji pulling away from his mouth so he could watch.

Zoro's cock was twitching, pulsing thin streams of cum into the hot water. He groaned and slumped back against the wall of the pool, tiny aftershock spasms making his hips jerk. His face and upper chest were flushed, eye half-open and nearly black with arousal, and Sanji let himself take a moment to bask in the knowledge that he was the first person to ever see Zoro this way.

And that Zoro had been so far gone to use his name was another source of pride, since Sanji couldn't recall Zoro really ever using it in the past. He wasn't sure what it said about him that it had been a struggle to get both of the men he was involved it to call him by his real name at all, but it felt damn good to know he'd succeeded in getting them to do it.

"Damn," Zoro muttered, and it wasn't the most eloquent response although Sanji knew what he meant by it. "You…"

"Was it awful?" Sanji asked, tickling his fingers under Zoro's chin and raising a curled eyebrow at him.

"No. Felt good," Zoro apparently currently only had the ability to speak in broken sentences, but a grin slid slowly onto his face as his breathing calmed down. "Do you need…"

"Not if…fucking shit, Zoro!" Sanji wasn't expecting Zoro to just grab his cock, and he flailed a little, shoving at Zoro's chest.

"What?"

"Okay, lesson number one: it's not a fucking sword hilt," he grumbled, reaching to take Zoro's wrist and guiding his hand slowly. "Gently, you oaf."

Zoro cupped him carefully this time, thumb running along the head of his cock and a look of wonder on his face. He took Sanji words to heart, touching him now with the same reverence he'd shown that morning.

"As fast as you want, just…take it easy on the grip," he latched an arm around Zoro's neck and kissed him again as Zoro started to stroke. There wasn't really any finesse involved, which led Sanji to believe that he truly had only seen jerking off as some sort of chore in the past and had never taken the time to properly explore his own body, but the friction and the knowledge that it was Zoro doing it were enough to make arousal settle hot in his stomach.

He gasped and whined a little, thrusting his hips into Zoro's hand. "You're so loud," the other man chuckled. Sanji blushed and tried to keep his cries in but the other man shook his head. "No, keep…it's really hot," he latched his mouth onto Sanji's neck in a move that seemed like pure instinct, teeth scraping his throat. Sanji moaned, not even attempting to be quiet now that he knew Zoro liked it.

Even with Zoro's rather rough technique he could feel his orgasm building, toes curling in the water and fingers digging into Zoro's shoulders. "Zoro…fuck, 'm gonna…"

"Yeah. Do it," Zoro mumbled against his skin, so Sanji did, muttering a litany of 'fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!' until he was too out of breath to do more than pant, groaning when Zoro's hand didn't stop moving right away. "Zoro," he whined, over-sensitive now, and Zoro stopped immediately.

He half-drifted, fingers stroking gently through the soft hair at the nape of Zoro's neck. Zoro nuzzled his shoulder and looked up. "Was that…was that okay?"

"For your first time? Yeah. Obviously," Sanji stretched his body out, letting his muscles relax. "We'll work on it."

"Hmm. Okay. We should get out before anybody realizes we…" he pointed to the water and Sanji would have felt guilty if it hadn't of been exactly what the two of them had needed.

"Yeah," Sanji pushed himself to sit on the edge of the pool, glancing down and breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that while of course the gauze was wet, there was still no blood on it. Law wouldn't kill him, at least.

He walked back to his towel and fastened it around his waist, giving Zoro a grin as they headed back to the Inn.

000

"I should be angry with you."

"Hmm, yeah, but you're not," Sanji took the cigarette from between his lips, blowing out a thin stream of smoke that spiraled up into the clear night sky. "Where's Zoro?"

"Getting a drink, I presume," Law's tone was dry and dismissive. "I see you're engaging in your normal post-coital routine, so I can only assume what your trip to the hot springs involved."

"I smoke all the time," Sanji waved the cigarette, holding it casually between two fingers and picking up his coffee cup with his free hand.

"Don't play me for a fool," Law growled. Sanji finally looked over his shoulder, although Law was standing with his back to the lit room so his face was shadowed and unreadable.

"Fine, then. Yeah. We messed around," Sanji pulled his knees up and sipped at his coffee, thinking that there were few things more perfect than being underneath the stars with a warm drink in his hand. It would be even better if the present company didn't have the aura of an icicle.

"I see," Law sounded a little unsure now and Sanji stuck the cigarette back between his lips so he could crook his finger toward the surgeon, watching him walk slowly over. He stretched his legs out and patted his lap. Law gave him a rather incredulous look before sighing and seating himself, wrapping his arms around Sanji's neck and holding on tightly.

It was a rather forward display of affection but Sanji didn't exactly mind since Law being vulnerable was still a rarity. He knew how huge it was that the other man didn't think twice about showing that in front of Sanji now.

"Did he meet your expectations?" Law murmured after a few moments, and Sanji tried to hide in a snort at that one.

"I thought he was going to fucking yank my cock off to start with," he muttered, hearing Law snicker. "It wasn't funny!"

"Mr. Zoro seems like a man who's often unaware of his own strength."

"Yeah. Well, after I clued him in he figured it out pretty fast," Sanji reached to butt out his cigarette and shifted to hold Law properly, nose buried in his fluffy hair. "You're not going to try and talk me out of keeping things up with you again, are you?" he thought Law was past that, but after tonight…

"No. You've made it quite clear you wouldn't accept my excuses, regardless."

Sanji hummed, running his hands up and down the back of Law's sweater, the fabric soft under his fingertips. "You still have a promise to keep," Sanji reminded him.

"I took the device to Mr. Franky this afternoon, and while he certainly seemed confused as to what it was, he did assure me that it would be fixed within a couple of days," Law's tone made it impossible to tell if he was actually looking forward to it being repaired, but Sanji knew he wouldn't have done that in the first place if he didn't want it.

"Good," he mumbled into Law's hair. They were silent after that, something completely comfortable between them now that Sanji knew he couldn't lose.

It had taken far too long to get to that point with Law, after all.

The floorboards in the room creaking made him look up, spotting Zoro standing just inside the threshold. He could feel Law go rigid in his arms, breath quickening to an almost alarming rate.

The swordsman gave Sanji a completely unreadable look before he steeled himself and moved forward, stopping just in front of them. He raised one hand, letting it hover in the air for a few tense moments before gently setting it between Law's shoulders, thumb rubbing the back of Law's neck.

Law let out a shaky breath at the action, his body slowly relaxing again. Sanji looked up and gave Zoro a rather appraising glance because, honestly, he was impressed. Sure, he knew that Zoro and Law didn't actually hate each other, but this was going a lot farther than just being civil for Sanji's sake.

"It's late," Zoro murmured, pulling his hand away. "I'm gonna head to bed, so if you guys want…"

"Yeah. We'll be right there," Sanji promised. Zoro pursed his lips and nodded, heading back into the room.

"By 'we' you mean…"

"Law," Sanji groaned, but he felt the other man smile against his neck and knew that there wouldn't be any objection from him. Law unfurled his legs and stood up, stretching out his back. Sanji picked up his now-cold coffee and ran a hand through his hair, stopping beside Law and nudging him gently with his elbow.

"I have to question your logic, though, seeing as how Mr. Zoro was the one who interrupted us and yet instead of finishing what we'd started you went to him instead," Law noted, lifting his hand to press against the small of Sanji's back.

Sanji snorted, knowing well enough by now that Law was only teasing and wasn't really irritated. "I'll make it up to you," he promised, because he was starting to get a few ideas already, "but it's going to be on my terms."

He spun away from Law, walking backwards into the room and never breaking eye contact until he'd reached the bathroom door.

Emptying the cold coffee into the sink, he watched the brown liquid swirl away down the drain. All things considered, tonight had turned out better than he'd first expected. He still hadn't been entirely convinced that Zoro would let him go so far, and that he did could only be seen as a positive thing.

He rinsed out the mug and set it beside the sink, plodding back into the room proper and not being at all surprised that Law and Zoro were both sitting on the bed but trying to stay as far away from each other as possible.

Sanji huffed out an annoyed breath through his nose, sliding his robe off of his shoulders and placing it on a chair. He climbed onto the bed between them and threw back the covers, settling himself comfortably.

Zoro eventually moved first, spooning himself up against Sanji's back and setting a hand on his waist, thumb stroking over his hipbone. He'd always known the swordsman had a rather large soft side, but it wasn't something that had been directed at him in the past very often.

Or, well, ever.

It didn't feel nearly as unnatural as he'd first feared, though, and he knew that even though there were obvious feelings between them…from both sides now…he and Zoro were probably always going to bicker and try to annoy the hell out of each other.

That was just how they were, after all, and Sanji actually didn't want to lose that because it had been a long time since the barbs between them were serious in any way.

He stared at Law's back, eventually reaching out a hand and sliding it down his shirt. Law made a low sound in his throat that sounded both resigned and frustrated, but he stripped the sweater off and flopped back against the pillows, turning his body toward Sanji yet not lying quite close enough to touch.

"C'mere, idiot," Sanji tugged at his wrist. Law shuffled closer, eyes shining gold in the low light. Zoro lifted his hand from Sanji's hip, stretching his arm so that it landed on Law's shoulder instead. Law narrowed his eyes, a questioning murmur escaping his throat, but Zoro didn't move his hand.

Sanji slung his arm over Law's waist, tucking his head under the surgeon's chin and kissing his chest. "Go to sleep," he mumbled. "Stop thinking so hard."

Law finally moved an arm around his shoulders, something still not entirely relaxed about the way he was holding his body.

"Do you really love him?" Zoro spoke suddenly, voice loud in the silence. Law nodded sharply, body tensing again. "Then stop being a wimp about it. I know you've lost people, so that should teach you to hold the people you love that are still around as fucking tight as you can."

Law didn't say anything, but his breathing was harsh, sounding like he was holding in some sort of strong emotion. He tightened his arm protectively around Sanji.

"Good," Zoro didn't move his hand from Law's shoulder, keeping them all connected. Maybe it should have felt stifling, but instead of making him anxious like being closed-in normally did, he just felt…safe.

And that was something he'd never take for granted.

Notes

1. Ugh, I'm not sure about this chapter…mostly because I received a comment a few days ago that was a rather harsh critique of my writing style/character interpretations and I've been second-guessing everything ever since. I know my writing's not perfect and that my descriptions can be rather blunt at times, but writing fanfiction is purely a hobby for me. While I want to create interesting plots with characters that still resemble their canon selves, and I do take grammar and sentence structure rather seriously, I overall want people to enjoy my writing (and, of course, to enjoy writing what I do). So yes, I do realize that I tend not to go for extended description, and while I'm trying to improve upon that, it's something that I struggle with due to having ADD and truthfully there's only so much description I can take before I start to entirely zone out, whether it be reading it or writing it myself. Still, I'm aware that it's a flaw in my writing style, but I mostly think that writing style is subjective regardless and that if everybody wrote exactly the same way following the exact same conventions the fanfiction landscape would be very boring…

2. Um, I don't have much else to say about the chapter in general, but I hope it was satisfactory…