Small miracles 11
The sound of Sanji's alarm had never, ever been as horrid as this. The blond blinked blearily into the ceiling, feeling Zoro shift in the bed next to him and lean over to hit the snooze button on the alarm. Sanji groaned as he sat up, pleasant dull ache in his lower back and ass creeping up his spine. He hadn't expected much different after three rounds.
"Oi. Mossbrain." Sanji pulled on the older man's cheek to wake him up, pulling an empty lube container from under his thigh casually. "You got work in a little more than an hour, let's take a shower. You stink."
Zoro grumbled and rolled over to his stomach, face buried in the half torn and saliva stained pillow Sanji had used as a gag to stifle his screams for a few hours last night. Sanji moved closer and trailed the red claw marks on Zoro's back gingerly, some were even deep enough to draw blood; that second round had been damn good. There were a few bright bruises and bite marks decorating Zoro's shoulders and neck, and Sanji knew for a fact Zoro had marks on his chest from the third round (when Sanji rode him into a pile of gasping mess.)
"I said get up shit-swordsman!" Sanji encouraged, raising his hand into the air and hitting his manager playfully on the ass, giving the half covered cheeks a firm squeeze through the cum stained covers. Zoro jolted awake at the sudden harassment, frowning at Sanji over the edge of the pillow before rolling over.
"I was snoozing shit-cook!" Zoro grumbled, yawning loudly with a stretch of his arms over his head, grimacing as he shook the last of last night's sleep out of his system. The older man sat up on the bed, skin blotted with cum and dried lubrication. "How's your throat? Sore?"
"My throat is fine mossbrain; I'm more worried about my nose." Sanji rolled his eyes, getting out of bed and rubbing at his lower back. "You can't go to work smelling as bad as you look. Come on." Sanji nodded to the door, quickly jumping out of the larger man's grasp when he tried to catch his waist.
Zoro frowned but didn't get off the bed, looking down at a particularly large dry cum stain on Sanji's favorite sheets. Sanji also remained silent, wondering which one of them had made that particular mess. The silence was thick and uncomfortable; it was already shaping up to be an incredibly awkward day. Zoro looked deep in thought, brow furrowed with concern and that worn look returned back on his face.
"What's with the surly expression?" Sanji huffed defensively, crossing his arms over his chest as doubt and worry crept up his back along with the lingering post-sex ache. "Are you regretting this or something?"
"That depends" Zoro sighed, rubbing the back of his neck so the joints cracked audibly. The man glanced at Sanji, expression completely and utterly unreadable. "Was this a onetime thing?"
Sanji was fixed to the spot, holding eye contact with the other man as his brain started churning. He didn't want this to be, but Zoro was being so hard to read it was impossible to figure out which one he wanted to hear. How was Sanji supposed to give the right answer when he didn't know what Zoro wanted?!
If Zoro was regretting it he would want to hear that it was a onetime thing, which meant that things might go back to normal. But everything had been going so well yesterday. Sanji had been happy. He didn't want this to be a onetime thing; in fact he wanted this to be a regular thing. Daily thing even. Twice a day if he could. Damn hormones.
But if Zoro wanted this the same way Sanji did, then saying it was a onetime thing would ruin everything. But then it would mean they were dating, wouldn't it? Having sex with your boss was one thing, dating him was another altogether. Shit. Zoro could get into so much trouble. So could HE of course, but that wasn't as important.
Every second Sanji delayed answering Zoro's expression grew darker and more morose. More intense. The way his eye was locked onto Sanji's own was distracting. Sanji was standing completely naked and Zoro hadn't glanced down even once. Sanji pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping to maybe hide the slight blush on his cheeks.
Having someone so much bigger and slightly older waiting for Sanji to decide if a relationship was on or not was stressing. Usually he agreed to whatever made his lovers happy, but now he had no way to be sure what Zoro wanted to hear.
"I want-" Sanji rubbed his upper arms for warmth, suddenly feeling too exposed standing naked in the middle of the floor. "I mean if you want to give this whole thing a shot-"
"Go back to the other thing. About what YOU want." Zoro frowned, leaning against the head of the bed. He looked as serious as a naked person covered in claw marks could get. Zoro's thumb absently traced a bite mark at his hip. "Because I'm more than ready to make this a thing."
Sanji tried to stop himself from grinning happily, he really did. He had to be an adult about this after all. But his attempt at stopping the flutters from pouring out in a dopey smile only caused him to grimace awkwardly and no doubt look incredibly stupid. Zoro seemed amused at least, slight pull at the left corner of his mouth furrowing his scar.
"Then we'll make it a thing. I wasn't sure you would want to." Sanji fished up his cigarettes, taking a long drag after lighting up. He had a boyfriend now. Shit. Why couldn't he stop smiling?
"Why wouldn't I?" Zoro laughed, devious grin on his face. There was a spark of something in the larger man's eye that Sanji just couldn't place. Zoro got out of bed and arched a brow curiously, gathering his discarded clothing of the floor. "- is it because you're an annoying little shit?"
"No! It's because you're an asshole with shit taste in everything but alcohol and men." Sanji gestured to himself dramatically, unable to stop his grin from spreading wide enough to hurt his cheeks. "Now get moving. If I'm late to work, my boss is going to have my ass." Sanji smirked around his cigarette, watching Zoro's smirk turn almost predatory at the tease.
"Oh, I'm sure he'll have your ass regardless." Zoro's tone was downright filthy and backed up by a lecherous twitch of his eyebrow as he made his way over to where the blond stood, towering over the younger man for a moment before he ran his hand up Sanji's arm slowly. Words hot on Sanji's skin as he leant down to nuzzle the hair at the side of Sanji's head "-How about you show me how the shower works?"
"I guess we have some time to go over the basics." Sanji hid his trembling with a shrug, avoiding eye contact and trying not to get hard before he made it to the bathroom. It turned out to be a difficult thing to do when Zoro insisted on running his hand up Sanji's back, thick calloused fingers running along his spine as he walked.
Sanji's shower was relatively new. Apparently the shower had been replaced right before Sanji moved into the apartment. An elevated white plastic square contrasted cleanly to the forever-yellowed tiles on the floor. There was a plastic sliding cover with annoying swirly shapes to keep the water in the shower, stained in a way that made it look forever wet.
"How's your back?" Zoro mused as Sanji pushed the bathroom door open, lightly rubbing a particularly aching spot on Sanji's lower back. The warm light of Sanji's bathroom seemed so incredibly bright compared to the minimal daylight outside.
"Don't underestimate me." The blond huffed, catching himself at the sink as he pressed back into Zoro's hand. "You'll have to work me a lot harder if you want me limping." Sanji grinned over his shoulder; he'd been with guys who got off on after effects like that.
"That's not what I meant." Zoro grumbled, dropping his messy pile of clothes on top of the laundry hamper. Sanji instantly missed the massage on his sore lower back. "I have never seen anyone bend the way you did last night, just how flexible are you?"
"That's classified information for me to know and you to earn." Sanji smirked, stepping into the shower and placing a hand on the blender. "How do you like your showers?" Sanji was starting to get impatient with Zoro's non-soaked presence. He'd been longing to see him soaked since that time he stood painfully hard in his room at the Baratie listening to Zoro use his shower.
"With you in them." Zoro stepped into the shower and, for a second, Sanji wasn't sure they'd both fit. The plastic shower base creaked from the combined weight, and with some effort Sanji managed to slide the plastic cover past Zoro's shoulder. There was barely any room between them, when Sanji finally got the water running, the cascade of water from his nose and chin dripped down to Zoro's collarbone and chest in a steady stream.
"That's not what I meant. I was talking about temperature." Sanji ran a hand through his hair, glancing up to the older man in the shower with him. He uncapped his shower gel and squeezed a liberal amount of it into his palms and working it over his chest before smearing the rest of his palm full into Zoro's chest. "I've been told I take way too warm showers-"
"It's fine. Stop fussing so much, damn curly brow." Zoro ran a hand through his soaked hair, slicking it back before working the soap over his shoulders and torso. Sanji watched, looking at cascading water flowing down Zoro's face and along his jaw, washing away the lather as Sanji absently rinsed himself relatively clean. The drumming of water on his body made his skin tingle with energy. The heat of the water seemed to warm the blood in his veins and spread through his entire body with every beat of his heart.
Sanji was sure that work was going to be horrid today: trying to sit by the register with the dull post-sex throb in his behind, seeing Zoro fully dressed, possessing the bittersweet knowledge of what he looked like naked. Today was going to be a long day. One of the red claw marks on Zoro's shoulder extended up to his neck, just past a love bite Sanji could hazily remember making in the heat of the moment last night.
"Shit I think it's going to show." Sanji ran a finger along the mark, brushing against Zoro's shoulder and up the side of his neck. The larger man shuddered slightly under the touch, water pooling around the spot where Sanji's finger met Zoro's neck. "Your work shirt won't cover this high, everyone's going to see."
"It's not important." the older man rumbled, closing the gap between them and running his hands down Sanji's back, working some of the soap along sore muscles. "I don't care if people figure out I had sex, its normal." Zoro massaged soothing circles into Sanji's back. The blond sighed, resting his head on Zoro's chest, allowing the water to flow over the back of his head in warm streams.
"If the people at work find out, I will be gossiped to death." He could remember back when Usopp had mentioned having a fiancée and the workplace was swarming with gossip for three awkward months! Usopp's bride to be wasn't a coworker or male, so Sanji could just imagine the horrors he'd have to face if word got out.
"Then-"
"-don't you DARE say something like 'then let them gossip'." Sanji glared up in time to see Zoro awkwardly close his mouth before he properly started his sentence. Sanji gave the older man a vengeful kick in the shin, splattering water all over the wall behind him. "I'm not saying we should keep it secret, but just don't go loudly bragging about it, okay?"
"I won't do something like that." Zoro huffed, running his hands down the sides of Sanji's torso, fingers lingering on the light bruises on Sanji's hips. "Stop being so damn tense. We're not doing anything wrong." Zoro's lips barely moved as he spoke, hands sneaking their way slowly to Sanji's behind.
Sanji was about to bite back with a remark about work ethics and having sex with your employees, but Zoro's hands pulled him closer with a firm squeeze of his ass and he tensed up in pain, clinging to Zoro's shoulders and hissing as the throbbing ache ceased. The moment Sanji's face flexed in discomfort the press was gone and Zoro's hands retreated up to Sanji's shoulder blades with apologetic rubs.
"Did I damage anything last night?" Zoro was barely asking; more like demanding Sanji to tell him where he was hurting. His tone was firm and serious, and Sanji couldn't help but grimace awkwardly as he shook his head, the water dripping from his bangs, splattering everywhere at the gesture.
"No, I'm just sore." Sanji confessed, pressing his forehead against the older man's chest. Zoro didn't seem to like that answer, hands still pressed tight and protectively over Sanji's shoulder blades and his breathing was slow and agitated under Sanji's forehead. "I'm not in pain or anything. You just rubbed something sore, that's all."
"Let me take a look." Zoro's tone was strict and no-nonsense, so even when Sanji tried to awkwardly stop him from kneeling, his objections were ignored. Sanji sighed a grumpy approval when Zoro crouched on the small shower floor, grabbing Sanji's hips and turning him around so Sanji had to brace against the wall. The blonde's breath hitched, feeling Zoro's fingers gently part and examine parts of his body Sanji himself had never fully taken a good look at.
"Oi! Where are you looking pervert-Marimo!" Sanji attempted to try to turn around, but Zoro's massive hands on his hips kept him still. All the blood that wasn't rushing to Sanji's head in a fluster was heading southwards in a rush that left his body tingling.
"You look a bit sore." Zoro stated almost casually, as if he wasn't doing one of the most indecent things Sanji could possibly imagine. Sanji's body tensed as Zoro's finger teased the entrance, pulling away almost instantly with a rather satisfied hum. "There's no bleeding though, only clean cum."
"That's just what I was telling you, damn perverted moss-brain!" Sanji snarled, red-faced with a mix of arousal, embarrassment and anger. He turned around; glaring down at the larger man, who looked up at him innocently, water cascading down the side of his face where his eye was closed by a scar. The pseudo innocent look on the older man's face instantly evaporated when his gaze flicked down to the rapidly hardening erection Sanji was sporting practically at the man's eyelevel.
"What's this?" Zoro smirked, arching a brow up at Sanji before he flicked his gaze back to the twitching erection. "And you're calling ME a pervert?" Zoro shifted from his crouch down to one knee, the thud of his weight hitting the shower seeming to echo over the sound of rushing water. Sanji took a deep breath, supporting himself on one of the walls when he realized Zoro wasn't planning on getting back up soon.
"What do you think you're doing moss-brain?" Sanji pressed a hand on Zoro's forehead, pushing him away as far as the narrow space and the length of his arm allowed. Zoro had JUST confirmed that his ass was sore and he was already trying to get the foreplay going?
"I was offering to suck you off." Zoro huffed in irritation, batting Sanji's hand off his forehead with the back of his hand. He frowned up at Sanji, his expression annoyed and slightly insulted. "What did you THINK I was going to do? Sing to it?"
Sanji erupted into loud laughter at that, gasping for air and covering his mouth to prevent himself from drowning in the shower spray. He leant against the wall, occasional unattractive snorts mixing into his guffaws as he tried to keep his voice from rising in pitch. Damn it those shitty butterflies were back and Zoro was practically pouting at him. The man was sulking!
All fight in Sanji's body seemed to melt out of him; his very bones seemed to go soft as he sighed through the fading chuckles. After a moment of struggle, Sanji managed to reel in his unmanly chortles, leaving the blond with nothing but pleasant tingling in his bones and occasional snort as he looked at Zoro while biting on his lips to prevent himself from smiling.
"Are you done shit-cook?" Zoro huffed, agitation and bite in his tone. "I'll have you know that I rarely go down on people without being begged for it." The older man pouted at him, lower lip jutting just a little too far for it to be a frown. Sanji groaned; watching his boss kneel, soaking wet and naked, while saying giving him oral sex was a matter of pride, was a lost fight if he ever saw one.
"Alright just go easy, I'm still sore." Sanji slid his fingers in between soaked green locks, clawing lightly at Zoro's scalp as he watched the man's expression turn from insulted to confused. Sanji grabbed his shampoo, smearing some between his hands as he resumed threading his fingers through Zoro's thick green hair; working the clear blue mess against his scalp until it foamed.
"Your dick is sore?" Zoro arched a brow, inspecting Sanji's erection that throbbed under the attention and constant tease of hot water. "Did I jerk it too hard while you rode me?"
"No my ASS is sore." Sanji rolled his eyes, getting a little impatient and more than a little eager for this to start. "-There's lube in that corner over there."
"I don't need it; I'm just going to suck you off idiot." The older man moved his hands up to Sanji's hips, holding them in place as he leant closer, the spray of the shower washed away the lather on Zoro's head. Dark green hair framed his face and clung to the side of his jaw and temple, the water flowing along Sanji's erection dripped down Zoro's chin and lips before he licked along the underside with a smooth, velvety tongue.
Sanji's toes curled, his breath catching in his throat as he ran his fingers through the older man's hair, slicking it back to get a proper view of his face. He couldn't remember the last time someone sucked him off outside of foreplay, yet here Zoro was, pinning Sanji's hips against the wall and looking up at him with a devious glint in his eyes. Sanji bit back a groan, leaned against the wall and stood watching as if hypnotized as Zoro stopped teasing and slowly and steadily took the entire thing into his mouth.
The back of Zoro's throat was hot and slick and Sanji gave a slight grunt as his entire erection was completely enveloped in tight heat. Zoro's lips closed tight around the base as his teeth just barely teased the skin. Sanji could swear he saw Zoro's throat bulging to accommodate him, but the man didn't look troubled in the slightest.
Zoro kept him pinned to the wall, pushing himself bodily away from Sanji's groin and keeping his lips tight around the throbbing arousal as he revealed it inch by inch. The blond tried to pull on the green hair, trying to keep himself surrounded by the heat, but Zoro didn't even flinch.
When Zoro had freed his erection, he licked at the tip teasingly, looking up at Sanji with mirth in his one visible eye. Sanji groaned, trying to pull the man back towards him, but the only thing he got for his effort was a toothy smirk and a subtle shaking of the older man's head. In an attempt to get Zoro to put that hot mouth around him again, Sanji tried bucking towards him, but large firm hands held him still and Sanji let out a frustrated groan when Zoro chuckled at his distress.
Just when Sanji was about to risk Zoro's wrath and touch himself to release some of the tension, the head under his palm moved, Sanji bit his lip in anticipation, holding his breath as water dripping from Zoro's brow soaked the hyper sensitive tip. The heat returned, accompanied by a talented tongue and the almost feather light pull of teeth along his skin. Zoro didn't take him in fully this time, but he didn't pull away fully either.
Sanji's vision blurred slightly as the man started moving in an irregular pattern, back and forth, deep and shallow, mixing and matching and keeping Sanji's mind reeling from expectation. Long pauses with lazy euphoric grinds of tongue along his underside were followed by harsh mind blowing sucks that left Zoro's cheeks partially hollowed out.
The moment Zoro's right hand trailed up Sanji's body with a searing hot press of calloused fingers, Sanji hooked his freed leg around Zoro's shoulder, almost curling around the man's upper body as he panted through the stream of water flowing over his face. Zoro was chuckling to himself, Sanji didn't hear the sound itself from the roaring sound of the water and the rush of blood in his ears, but he could FEEL it. He could feel the vibrations of Zoro's voice as the older man swallowed around him.
"Oh fuuuuck-" Sanji groaned, the world rapidly blurring and his eyes crossing slightly when Zoro grunted around him with his sharp nose buried against Sanji's lower abdomen and rough lips locked firmly around the base. Sanji understood why people would result to begging to get Zoro to work them like this. His heart seemed to be beating pure warmth through his veins, the water felt chill on his skin in comparison, and droplets mixed with the saliva staining Sanji's flushed and sensitive lips.
He couldn't stop the noises anymore. Zoro's hand was around the base of his erection, tightly pressing against a painfully sensitive spot, preventing Sanji's release. Moans and barely audible pleas of 'more' and 'faster' spilled from Sanji's lips like the water hammering his body. Zoro groaned, the pleased sound travelling up Sanji's spine with a shudder. Mustering the strength needed to open his eyes, Sanji fought off the water blurring his vision as he blinked slowly, leaning back against the wall and watching Zoro work him over.
Zoro's eye was closed, lips flushed and brow knotted together in concentration. Scars and claw marks littered Zoro's reddened skin, both of their breaths were coming out in harsh pants as Sanji silently prayed Zoro would let him come before he lost his mind with need. Sanji ran a hand over the green hair, slicking the messed up collection of locks back, glancing down to watch Zoro's other hand work his own arousal in tandem with the bobbing of his head.
Zoro's eye opened, half lidded and more seductive than anything Sanji had ever seen. A few drops of water clung feebly to the man's dark eyelashes while others flowef down the bridge of his nose. They held eye contact, tension rippled through Sanji's body and Zoro groaned, letting go of his vice like hold on Sanji's arousal.
Sanji cried out at the sudden release, backing against the wall and out of Zoro's mouth in the process, splattering the remains of his release on the older man's cheek and jaw as he struggled to stay upright in the tight slippery space. Zoro came too, hand slamming against the shower wall for support as he inhaled sharply, teeth grit as Sanji's release dripped down his face before it was washed down his body along in the stream of water.
Both of them spent a moment panting, eyes closed as they allowed the water to wash away the evidence of both last night and their little shower escapade. S anji felt weak in the knees, sliding down the shower wall until his body was tangled up with Zoro's, his thigh blocking the drain partially causing the bottom to fill up with an inch of water.
Zoro inhaled deeply, cracking his neck audibly with a tilt of his head and stretching like he just woke up; sitting in the base of Sanji's shower, leaning against the wall and smirking lopsidedly until his scar furrowed. Overcome by need to wipe that smug expression off the bastard's face, Sanji shifted on the slippery shower floor, attempting to kiss that stupid self-righteous smirk right off his face.
"Wipe that shitty grin off your face." Sanji groused teasingly, sitting up and leaning over to kiss the dimple between the corner of Zoro's lip and scar. The older man huffed, attempting to turn his mouth to seal the kiss properly, but Sanji pulled away and got to his feet.
"Not until you're dressed for work." Sanji ignored the annoyed look on Zoro's face in favor of working shampoo through his own golden tresses. Zoro didn't seem likely to move at all, leaning against Sanji's shower wall and glowering at him. "-we're behind schedule now because of you, Mr. Manager." Sanji got up, working shampoo into his hair and thoroughly ignoring Zoro's low rumbling growl.
"Fine." Zoro got up, the bottom of the shower creaking slightly from his weight as he placed a hand in the center of Sanji's chest, pushing him into the shower wall and stepping into the spray, washing off any and all soap the might be lingering on his body. Sanji struggled from under the older man's palm, conditioner smeared halfway through his hair.
After soaking thoroughly, holding Sanji in place to get the entire spray, Zoro leant in closer, water dripping from his hair down his jaw. The spray of water mixed with the cold dry drops on Sanji's skin, while the larger man's lips were brushed against Sanji's ear, breath cooling down his soaked skin.
"I'll get dressed then." Zoro's press on the blonde's pale chest eased, the man pulled back with a quirk of his eyebrow, and the sliding door on the shower was drawn back to allow the colossal man to get out. Sanji was torn between kicking Zoro out of the shower for teasing him like that and pulling him back in to get that kiss. Before he could decide on either option, Zoro had grabbed one of Sanji's towels and was wiping his hair roughly with it.
The blond sighed, sliding the door back in place to prevent himself from soaking the floor and focusing on finishing his hair off. He could see Zoro's blurred silhouette wipe himself dry, humming contently before he got dressed. Sanji exited the shower just in time to catch a final glimpse of Zoro's ass before it was covered by the boxers.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Sanji grabbed a dry towel, watching Zoro pull his tight work shirt over his head and straighten it out around his shoulders. "You don't have time for anything that takes a lot of time though." Sanji pointed out, pulling his phone from his back pocket to check the time.
"I usually just have some oatmeal or something and jog to work." Zoro fastened his belt, patting his pants pockets and glancing around. His brow was furrowed and his hair was a mess, he looked more human than Sanji had ever seen him.
"Then we'll eat some oatmeal. Your phone is on the coffee table." Sanji put his pants on as Zoro left the bathroom, and by the time Sanji was finished dressing himself and grooming for the day Zoro was already sitting at the kitchen table with his phone reassembled in his hand. Sanji glanced over Zoro's shoulder, the number seemed to be an unknown one and Zoro was scratching at light green stubble absently.
"It's Usopp." Zoro sighed, tossing the phone on the table. "He didn't leave a message or text me though, so it couldn't have been important."
"Usopp from work?" Sanji hummed as he got started on breakfast, feeling slightly bad that Zoro might have ignored someone in need for his sake. Usopp usually worked afternoon shifts and weekends at the store so their paths often crossed; Usopp's stories had brightened up quite a few of Sanji's lunch breaks.
"Why would he call you so late? The store was closed."
"I know him outside of work; he lives in the apartment building next to mine in the complex." Zoro groused, yawning loudly with a crack of his jaw and folding his arms over the table top, leaning forward. "He's working today right after lunch, I'll just see what he wants then so I don't wake him up by calling."
"That's strangely considerate of a shitty moss-stubble." Sanji teased, listening to Zoro scratch his jaw in annoyance at the taunt. Oatmeal only took a few minutes to cook and Sanji sprinkled it with some salt before dividing the whole thing into bowls, passing Zoro the larger one and a spoon. "Leave anything in the bowl and I'll kick your ass."
"Mine is usually much thinner." Zoro commented as he shoveled a spoonful in his mouth, clearly not complaining as Sanji placed honey and some leftover fruit from yesterday's parfait on the table to add to the bowl.
"Then you're using too much water." Sanji corrected absently not really expecting the other man to be listening as he slowly took a seat at the table and tried not to put pressure on his tailbone.
Zoro added fruit to his bowl with a shake of the container, accidentally causing an avalanche of kiwi in his breakfast. He cursed under his breath, and Sanji finished his cigarette and killed it off in the ashtray before he added honey and strawberries to his own, the two of them eating in comfortable silence until Zoro's finger tapped the table thoughtfully.
"Do you want to do something after work today?" Zoro said seriously, looking at Sanji who almost swallowed an almond whole at the sudden question. After a bit of coughing and red-faced wheezing, the blond nodded, sitting back up to look the older man in the eye.
"Yeah, what do you have in mind? A movie?" Sanji was already looking forward to going out on a date with Zoro, even if it would be awkward running into someone he knew. "If it's a club I'm not allowed in some of them because of age restrictions. Not 21 yet remember?" Sanji added with a grimace, once again reminded that Zoro was four years older than him. He wasn't allowed in any of the strict bars or clubs until he turned 21, which wasn't until March.
"Hmmm. That's right." The older man hummed thoughtfully, scratching again at the light green stubble on his jaw as a devilish glint lit up his eyes. "I guess we could go see a kid's movie." Zoro suggested teasingly with barely contained laughter in his voice, trying to hide his lopsided grin behind his breakfast bowl.
"THAT'S NOT FUNNY ASSHOLE!" The younger man kicked Zoro under the table for that remark; ears tinted red with a mix of anger and embarrassment as Zoro's loud, rumbling laughter filled the kitchen (and seemed to fill the entire apartment) with warmth. Sanji glowered at him silently for the rest of the meal.
The bastard could kiss his goodbye kiss goodbye for that.
Thanks to MistressHasty for being the beta for this one!
Oh no. Is this plot I smell? IS IT? I think it is.
I wanna write more Zeff.