For the last few weeks Zoro's had this strange feeling, this phantom itch under his skin. He feels antsy, like he's craving something. He's tried changing how much he works out, how much he drinks, whether he has coffee, but nothing seems to fix it. It's only when one day when he goes over to Sanji's that he realises what his problem is.
Sanji was running late, he always was. When he'd got there Sanji had just literally thrown a towel on himself and sprinted out of the shower, he was still damp all over and his hair was dropping trails of water down endless pale bare skin.
"Just gimme a sec to get dressed!" Sanji had panted, dashing to his wardrobe and flinging it open. Zoro had lingered in the door, some smart remark dying on his lips as Sanji twists and the towel sinks a little lower on his waist exposing lean hips and the curve of his ass. It's only then when Zoro's brain faltered and his smart remark died on his lips that he realised that it's his sex drive that'd been itching at him for the last few weeks.
He'd excused himself and left Sanji to get dressed, he figured it must have been getting bad if his best friend was starting to push his buttons. He's not got a very overwhelming sex drive, or rather, not one that usually requires other people. He's got a pretty good grip on the whole thing, no innuendo intended of course. Still, he had a couple of people he could call on for casual sex when his own hand won't do the job.
Even if his job would let him have a relationship, which it won't, he doesn't really believe in them. He's got people that he cares about deeply, like Sanji for example, and he's got people that he fucks. He keep the two groups incredibly separate, the only person who's ever crossed the line from lover to friend was Ace and that's only because Ace stopped sleeping with him when he got together with Marco. Even with that the only reason Zoro still keeps in any kind of contact with him is because he's Luffy's brother and truthfully he feels uncomfortable even doing that.
He doesn't like mixing the two groups because feelings are dangerous enough without throwing sex into the equation. He's seen more than enough train wrecks of relationships to not want anything to do with that.
Take Sanji for example, he'd do anything for that man, he feels like he can tell him damn near anything and that Sanji would accept him for it. But if he lost that just because he listened to his dick… well, he'd be devastated. But instead he's going to be smart, he's going to get laid elsewhere and keep his relationship with Sanji exactly as it is right now. It's genius. Anyway, it's not really anything to do with Sanji at all, it's just his sex drive playing up and latching onto anything it can find.
"Oi, freakshow, quit spacing out. We're gonna be late." Sanji interrupts him, knocking on Zoro's head.
"You're the one who wasn't ready." He argues back, following Sanji out of the door. His eyes flick down to Sanji's tight black jeans clad butt for a moment before he wrenches them back up, yeah… he needs to take care of this soon.
He follows Sanji down the stairs of his building and down into Sanji's car. The cook has to drive quickly or else they're going to miss the start of their movie and the others will be pissed off at them. Sanji drives crazily but gets them there in time, though Zoro swears that they should be dead from the number of close calls that they've had.
Sanji grabs Zoro's hand and sprints with him in tow towards the cinema. Zoro feels his stomach flip and stares at their joined hands. Crap, why is Sanji even doing this?
"My sense of direction isn't that bad, you don't need to yank me around like a child!" He squawks tugging his hand back.
"We don't have time for you to get lost and I've seen you get lost in your own building, so come ON!" Sanji shouts over his shoulder at him, tugging Zoro around a corner by his jacket. They sprint into the cinema, breathlessly order their tickets and haul ass to their screen. Miraculously they manage to drop into their seats by Zoro's other friends just as the rating title card for the film is flashing up.
"What kept the two of you so busy?" Robin purrs in his ear, leaning over from the seat next to him.
"Don't." He warns under his breath. His mind is already in the gutter enough tonight as is without her help.
Sanji stretches his long legs out into the aisle and gives a breathy little sigh that dives straight into Zoro's hyped up sex drive. His eyes flick to Sanji's long legs and for a split second his irritating sex drive whispers the idea of just what those legs would feel like wrapped tight around him.
Sanji looks over at him through impossibly long lashes, blue eyes all dark because of the dim theatre night, they so easily could be blown out from something else… The cook smiles at him, making Zoro's stomach clench tightly.
"I gotta go." He squeaks and slips past the confused cook and dashes out of their screen. It's too much, being that close to Sanji is just setting his nerves on fire.
"Zoro! Are you okay?" Sanji gasps behind him, his hand skittering down Zoro's back and his mind flying firmly into the gutter.
"I'm fine, you stay I just gotta… go." He chokes out the last word as he glances back at Sanji's wide eyes and open mouth, looking for all the world like an invitation to grab him and kiss him.
He dashes out of the cinema and pulls out his phone, he dials the number of his long term booty call.
"Daz, if I text you my address can you make it tonight? I really need-" He cuts himself off because Daz knows full well what he needs.
"Sure, always got time for you Zoro. Send me your new address." Daz purrs down the phone. Zoro hangs up and quickly texts the other man his address and starts to run home. He can't let his stupid sex drive ruin things with his best friend, he can't and he won't.
He really would have preferred to call Ace, he's more in the mood to top someone than be topped, but Ace is off limits ever since he got together with Marco. Still, Daz has never let him down and right now his sex drive has no basis for being picky, especially when Daz is guaranteed to blow his mind.
He arrives home breathless just in time to find Daz waiting at his door.
"Thought you weren't coming." Daz says deeply, his voice always sets Zoro a little on edge. It's so deep and rough that some part of his brain just whines at having it directed at him, it part of why this thing between them works so well.
Daz has easily a foot on Zoro, if not more and he's hardly short himself. In addition to that Daz is way broader than Zoro himself is and the guy can throw him around like a ragdoll if he pleases, which he often does. He has a way of just owning space that makes Zoro feel like a guest in his own damn hallway.
"I was across the other side of town." He explains breathlessly.
Daz tilts his head expectantly and Zoro scrambles to open the door, as soon as the lock is open Daz shoves him inside, making Zoro stumble.
His sex life is kind of complicated. He has things that he likes in his sexual partners and picks them depending on his varying moods, Ace was someone that he could struggle with but ultimately top, he's had short term flings who were really submissive but he didn't really like that. Whilst he prefers to be the one in control he wants to feel a little bit like he's earned it.
Now Daz… Daz was a bit of an exception. As previously mentioned Daz was huge in every sense of the word. Big body, hugely powerful and… well, the rest of him matched too. Daz was particularly into being dominant and whilst Zoro usually couldn't be described as submissive sometime it could be nice, besides Daz always blew his mind enough for Zoro to be more than happy enough to play along to his kink. And if he ever got like this, so strung out with desire as to be pretty much useless, Daz was the guy to call.
"You're really far gone aren't you?" Daz murmurs, hauling Zoro's shirt off of him without Zoro's help. He just whines, his thoughts stupidly skittering to his best friend again, so he puts up no resistance when Daz just bodily lifts him up and drops him on his bed.
"Been a while?" Daz questions, popping Zoro's buttons open with one of his giant hands. Zoro doesn't answer but instead sighs and shuffles further up the bed.
"Oi, answer me." Daz orders, pressing a hand into Zoro's chest and pinning him where he is.
"Yes, alright. It's been a while." Zoro answers, glaring up at the bigger man. He knows full well that if he tried to ignore Daz's order and move he wouldn't be able to, Daz isn't someone that he has to play being powerless to – the other man is so freakishly big and freakishly strong that Zoro just doesn't have a choice. He kinda likes it like that.
"Even so, this is a little much even for you. What's got you all wound up?" he questions yanking Zoro's jeans and underwear off in one big motion.
Zoro's brain flashes him a helpful image of Sanji's long lean legs, an image of his beaming smile, and the feel of Sanji curled up against him on the sofa. What is happening to him?
"I don't know." He answers honestly.
"Doesn't matter." Daz shrugs and bites a mark into Zoro's shoulder, possessive as always. Zoro yelps but the sound is swallowed by Daz's lips on his own. He relaxes into it and lets the other man do what he wants, complying with every order because he trusts Daz to do what he wants.
He's so needy that Daz is able to exercise his favourite trick of keeping Zoro just on the precipice of coming for ages, speeding up and slowing down to keep him there and leaving him hovering on that line until he's a shaking wreck and he actually cracks and begs for it. Daz has him on his bed on his knees, held tight to Daz's chest by one of Daz's arms which stretches across Zoro's chest to his shoulder, pinning both of his arms to him. Daz has his other hand on Zoro's hip, bruisingly hard just in case Zoro gets any ideas about trying to change the pace of things on his own. He's strung tight like a violin string just vibrating with tension, a whine and a plea falls from Zoro's lips. Only then does Daz let him come, and of course it's brain meltingly amazing.
Afterwards he's sprawled out face down over Daz's huge torso, one leg sprawled on either side of Daz's. He's covered in bruises and hickeys with Daz stroking his back like he's some kind of cat. It helps bring him back down to earth though, and it feels nice so Zoro never minds.
"So catch me up on things then." Daz says and Zoro is still in his obedient headspace enough that he opens his mouth and answers.
"Kuina died which… I was prepared for I guess. It hurt though." He answers into the sheets.
"Mmm, sorry." Daz says gently, rubbing through Zoro's hair.
"And I met someone." Zoro continues sleepily, that makes Daz's hand pause through whatever wonderful thing he's doing to Zoro's hair.
"Tell." He says authoritatively.
"He's a cook, my best friend. It's new but… yeah." Zoro smiles dopily. He wouldn't really admit it but he's almost as fond of this part of Daz's visits as he is the actual sex. Daz rubs his neck kneading fingers into the muscles there and making Zoro melt.
"Describe what he's like." Daz commands and puts pressure on a knot in Zoro's neck, making it unravel and feel miles better. He's been tense lately, Zoro all but purrs at the feeling.
"He's amazing. He's so passionate about what he does and so open and… it's like he just took me inside his heart the moment I met him. I've never made a connection with anyone that quick but I feel like I've been his friend for my whole life, thinking about what things were like before him hurts. He's my best friend." Zoro explains with a smile against Daz's skin. Sanji is really great.
"Sounds like there's a little more to it than that." The other man notes.
"I don't- there's not. We're friends. But before I called you I couldn't stop thinking about him like- it's just wrong." He grumbles unhappily, pushing himself up on his elbows and moving off of the other man. Daz rolls onto his side and stretches, ceasing his petting.
"Well let me know when you figure that out. But you know the rules, if you start sleeping with him you both need to get tested if you want to keep sleeping with me." Daz says firmly. Daz happens to be in an open relationship, both him and his girlfriend have regular people that they sleep with and Zoro is Daz's, he thinks he's Daz's only one right now actually.
Daz and his girlfriend have strict rules about getting regular screenings though and Zoro is fine with that, though when he and Ace had been hooking up regularly they both had to get tested before Daz would let him back into bed. It was all very sensible and Zoro respects that. Still, it's hardly applicable to Sanji.
"I'm not going to sleep with him." Zoro groans, scrubbing at his face. He squeezes his eyes shut and can't help but wonder if Sanji ever would sleep with him, he shakes his head.
"He's my best friend, I'm not losing that." He adds vehemently, shoving the idea aside.
"I'm just… wound up is all. It's just my sex drive making me see things that aren't there." He declares, shooting Daz a firm look.
"You trying to convince yourself or me here, kitten?" Daz smirks, scratching Zoro's hair.
"I've told you not to call me that, I don't care how much you like it." Zoro snaps, batting Daz's hand away.
"Suits you so well though, all claws, fuzz and teeth but inside you want to be someone's pet." The bigger man chuckles, sitting up in bed.
"Fuck OFF." Zoro snarls and kicks Daz, not that it does anything but make the bigger man laugh.
"Like I said, let me know when you work it out. Oh, by the way, I've got a favour to ask you." Daz says standing up and stretching before starting to pick his clothes up off of the floor.
"Oh?" Zoro asks curiously, Daz isn't usually one to ask for anything.
"Paula wants to watch us, at mine I mean. Would you be up for that?" Daz asks, looking over his shoulder at Zoro.
"Your girlfriend wants to watch you fuck me in your bed?" Zoro asks with disbelief, he knows that they're open and all but that's kinda messed up isn't it?
"She asked. And yeah, she just wants to watch, not join in or anything I swear. Think about it anyway, let me know." Daz shrugs and stands up, sliding into his coat and letting himself out of Zoro's place.
"Bye kitten." He smirks through the door and shuts it after him.
"DON'T CALL ME KITTEN!" Zoro screams at the shut door and tries to ignore the sound of Daz's laughter echoing down the hallway.
Zoro growls and falls back on the bed with a huff of displaced breath. He scrubs at his face and scowls at the ceiling, whilst he can't deny that his time with Daz last night was good and certainly satisfying… it didn't scratch that itch that's lurking under his skin.
Tentatively he lets himself think of his best friend. This time it's more… worrying. Instead of the sharp edge of lust that he felt before he's got something altogether more sinister lurking in his mind. His brain flutters and lands on the image of being curled up in this very bed with Sanji, the morning light dappling his bare skin and making his golden hair shine. It's not platonic at all. He tries to wrench himself away from the thought but the wretched thought plays out on its own, he imagines crawling up to Sanji's warmth in bed and lazily kissing him, waking the cook and making him smile.
He gasps and smacks a fist into his head. This is wrong, so very wrong. Sanji is a friend and nothing more. He doesn't want him as a lover, he wants him as he is, he wouldn't sacrifice their relationship for anything in the world.
There's a hammering on his door and Zoro swears and pulls his discarded jeans on and stamps to the door, pulling it open. Daz is there in his hallway.
"What?" he frowns.
"I forgot my phone, get it for me love." Daz smirks teasingly, Zoro heads inside and flips him off as he does so. He searches on the floor and indeed finds Daz's phone almost right away. He returns to the door with it.
"Tomorrow night, I'll come to your place. I'm all yours." Zoro offers, holding up Daz's phone until he agrees. He needs to get this Sanji based itch out of his system and if he has to let Daz bone him to within an inch of his sanity in front of his girlfriend of all people then well, if that's what it'll take to get his brain back to normal then he'll do it.
"Oh… you won't regret this. It'll be the best night of your life." Daz purrs and grabs him, pulling him out into the hallway and ravaging him. Large hands slide into the back of Zoro's loose jeans and grope shamelessly, he shudders happily.
"Tomorrow." Daz agrees, pulling away.
"Heh, sure." Zoro grins and retreats back into his place without a backward glance, kicking the door shut behind him.
He shucks his jeans and drops into the cleaner half of his bed, trying his best to fall into a dreamless sleep.