Sanji and Zoro sat on Chopper's living room couch as they listened to the young doctor yell at them for making such a mess out of themselves. Zoro leaned back, staring at the ceiling, with his eyes closed the entire time. The blonde had curled up with his feet on Zoro's thighs, leaning on the armrest tiredly, while letting his arms dangle off the side of the couch. Both weren't really listening to what Chopper was saying. They were busy thinking of how their lives would be affected for the next couple of weeks while they healed.
Chopper continued to yell at them for a good hour before finally giving up. He had noticed that the two weren't listening, but every time he would ask a question they would answer. After a while, Law said something about getting some groceries so that the two teens could spend the evening and have dinner with them. Sanji watched them leave half-heartedly. His whole body practically sunk into the couch once they had left the house. Zoro glanced over at him as Sanji rolled over and stretched out.
"Zoro, can you text my father and tell him that my phone broke?" Sanji muttered.
"Yeah. Do you want me to tell him that you can't text him back on mine either?" Zoro asked quietly as he fished his phone out of his back pocket.
"Nah. I don't need to give him a fucking heart attack. I'll just have you text him like he's texting me instead." Sanji sighed.
"Okay." Zoro mumbled to himself as he texted Koshiro to tell Zeff that Sanji's phone had been smashed in a schoolyard scuffle.
"Also, tell him I'm fine if he asks." Sanji piped up as he sat up.
"I was planning on it." Zoro yawned. "Did you happen to hear a word Chopper said?"
"I heard everything, but don't ask me to fucking repeat it. I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to." Sanji grumbled.
"Same here." Zoro chuckled.
Sanji heaved another sigh before shuffling on the couch to lean into the swordsman's side lightly. He was mindful of Zoro's broken ribs as he placed himself beside the swordsman. Zoro leaned into him a bit more once he was situated and put his arm around the cook's shoulders. His eyes slid closed at he dug his nose into the blonde's hair.
"Zoro." Sanji spoke up, making the swordsman's eyes snap open.
"Yeah?" Zoro questioned.
"Thank you." Sanji breathed out quietly. "For everything."
"You don't need to thank me shit cook. It's what boyfriends are supposed to do." Zoro replied softly.
"Would you have still done it if we weren't dating?" Sanji asked suddenly, making the swordsman's brows furrow in confusion.
"Of fucking course I would!" Zoro hissed. "Even if we weren't dating, I would still love you."
"I love you too moss ball." Sanji relaxed into the swordsman's side with a soft breath.
"Just take a nap curlicue. You need one." Zoro muttered gently.
Sanji made a small noise of acknowledgment as he was already drifting off to sleep. Zoro eyed the blanket on the back of the couch before deciding to forgo it. He didn't want to disturb the blonde trying to get to it. The swordsman looked down at Sanji before smiling softly and pulling the blonde in a bit tighter. Next thing Zoro knew, was that he was drifting off to sleep as well.
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Zoro was awoken by the sounds of dishes clattering in the kitchen. He slowly peeled his eyes open to find a blanket draped across both him and the cook and a delicious smell wafting into the living room. Chopper was sitting on a chair across from them and Law was nowhere to be found, meaning that he had to be the one in the kitchen right now. Sanji stirred a bit before settling back into the swordsman's side.
"Supper will be ready soon. Law is finishing it up." Chopper spoke up quietly once he realized that the swordsman was responsive.
"Okay. Thanks." Zoro slurred tiredly.
"How's Sanji... coping, with his injuries?" Chopper asked softly.
"Alright I guess. He didn't say much about them except that he doesn't want his father to know." Zoro replied before remembering. "That's right... gotta check my phone."
Zoro shuffled as little as he possibly could until he managed to dig his phone out of his back pocket. He turned the screen on to see ten messages from Koshiro. His eye twitched in irritation before he opened the string of messages. Koshiro had asked him if he was okay, if they were both doing fine, that he told Zeff, Zeff wants them to call, that Zeff was going to send another by mail and needed their new address, and about five messages telling him that he needed to answer and he had better not have forgotten that he sent the first text. The swordsman groaned at the slew of messages, effectively waking Sanji.
"What's got your pants all up in a bunch?" Sanji drawled out as he stretched his legs off the side of the couch.
"Koshiro messaged me back while we were sleeping. We have to call them when we get home." Zoro grumbled irritably. "I can already feel that headache forming."
"I understand what you mean Marimo, but if we don't who knows what the fuck those two might do." Sanji groaned. "Can't this fucking day just end?"
"Not for another seven hours curly." Zoro muttered.
"Great. Just fucking great." Sanji hissed, throwing his limbs up in an exasperated gesture.
"In the meantime, we can eat some dinner. Law should be finished by now." Chopper spoke up, cutting right into their conversation.
"I'm finished." Law informed as he came into the living room while drying his hands on a dish towel. "I hope you guys like stir-fry and miso."
"I love stir-fry and miso." Zoro perked up at the mention of Japanese cuisine.
"That's fine." Sanji breathed out, disappointment crossing onto his face as he glanced down at his hands.
"Hey shit cook, you should make miso from scratch when you get better." Zoro's gaze snapped onto the blonde, making him squirm a little where he sat.
"If you fucking remind me, then I'll make you some." Sanji agreed.
"I'll make sure I don't stop reminding you. I'll remind you until I'm fucking annoying." Zoro beamed, excited to try the cook's version of miso soup.
"You're already a fucking pain in the ass." Sanji growled softly. "Let's go get something to eat. I didn't get lunch and I'm fucking starving."
"Yeah, yeah." Zoro grumbled, gently pushing the blonde into a straighter sitting position so that he could stand up without throwing Sanji onto the floor in the process.
The two gingerly peeled themselves off of the couch. Zoro's eyebrows furrowed at the soreness that followed his movements. Sanji winced then scrunched his nose in pain before relaxing his expression back out. Both of them hurt to move, but Zoro could take the abuse a lot more than Sanji could. He wasn't used to constantly getting beaten up. His fighting style usually allowed him to get out of tough situations with less injuries. Ever since he transferred into Great Grand Line High, he seemed to have either lost his touch or finally met opponents strong enough to give him injuries.
"I'm not much of a cook, so I hope it's satisfactory for Zoro and Chopper." Law spoke up as they all took a seat at the table, some a bit slower than others.
"Zoro has no taste buds, so don't worry." Sanji replied with a light wave of his hand.
"What the hell shit cook! He didn't even ask for your opinion, so you obviously don't matter." Zoro snapped back, a playful glint in his eyes.
"I know that Sanji here will probably compare it to his own cooking, so I already know it'll be less than stellar to him." Law chuckled. "Now eat your food before it gets cold."
Zoro grumbled something under his breath before picking up his chopsticks and digging into his stir-fry. Once Zoro had a mouthful of food, everyone else started to dig into their own meals. Sanji stared at his utensils for a while before testing what grip he had left in his fingers. The swordsman peeked out of the corner of his eyes as Sanji gingerly picked up his spoon and fiddled with it until he could hold it. His grip was rather unsteady and shook a bit, but he managed to hold onto his spoon without dropping it. He leaned closer to his bowl with a light scowl before getting a partial spoonful of miso into his mouth. A deep breath and a sigh later, Sanji got a determined expression on his face as he threw his manners out the door and tried to get his spoon of soup from the bowl to his lips in record time.
"Hey Law, can I have a fork?" Zoro piped up, getting a confused look from the older doctor when Law took note to Zoro using his chopsticks just fine.
Zoro huffed and subtly glanced over at Sanji. The moment realization set in, Law got up and went into the kitchen to get Zoro a fork. Chopper kept glancing over at the blonde worriedly. His hands would occasionally shuffle together or he'd play with his chopsticks when he noticed Sanji struggling. The swordsman caught his gaze and shook his head no so that Chopper wouldn't say anything. Sanji eventually let out an annoyed huff before sitting up and glaring at them.
"Can you all stop staring at me like I'm some fucking zoo exhibit. I'm struggling, I get it, but you guys giving me those fucking sorry ass looks isn't helping any either." Sanji hissed irritably.
"You could just ask for help you know." Zoro muttered before leaning closer and dropping his voice to a husky whisper. "I wouldn't mind feeding you."
"Give me a break." Sanji grumbled quietly as his face reddened.
"Not happening." Zoro chuckled as Law came back in with a fork. "Thanks."
Sanji watched as Zoro wordlessly placed the fork beside his own bowl before sliding it across the short expanse of table between them so it rested to the right of where Sanji's chopsticks were placed. A small smile crept onto the blonde's face as he went back to focusing on how he was going to finish his meal. He couldn't wipe the smile off his face from Zoro's quiet show of compassion and affection. Zoro understood his pride like nobody else, probably because he had the same pride. The swordsman knew that speaking up and asking wasn't easy for the blonde, so he just did what he had to without making a big fuss over it.
They ate in silence after that. Chopper and Law soon started to discuss medical studies as they finished their meals. Sanji listened half-heartedly as he worked on eating his stir-fry. Zoro finished his meal, setting his chopsticks down across his bowl. He silently placed his hand on Sanji's thing under the table for encouragement. The blond gave him a relieved look before he focused back on his meal. A soft smile tugged at Zoro's lips as he gave the blonde's thigh a gentle squeeze.
Chopper and Law continued to talk, but their attentions were only half on what they were saying. They had noticed the silent exchange and grew curious as to how they were able to convey so much with so little action. Zoro noticed their staring and sent them an irritated glare before he turned his attention back on the cook. Sanji had gotten through most of his stir-fry before he finally gave up and put his fork down. He let out a little huff and leaned back, but didn't say anything.
"You done?" Zoro asked quietly.
"For now, yeah. I'm exhausted." Sanji breathed out. "It's making it hard to put any effort into anything."
"Welcome to the world of laziness." Zoro joked. "Don't get too comfortable now."
"Fuck off moss head." Sanji snorted. "I'm not going to get lazy."
"We'll see about that." Zoro mused before turning to Chopper and Law. "Well... sorry to eat and leave, but we still have a long phone call to make once we get home and today has been rather eventful."
"Don't worry about it Zoro. Make sure you two get enough rest! I would take tomorrow off school if I were you. What is sore today is going to hurt a lot more once your pain killers wear off overnight!" Chopper chided with a smile.
"I was planning on it." Sanji cut in quickly. "Even if the moss wants to go."
"It's just a few bumps and bruises." Zoro grumbled. "I see no reason to have to take off."
"Bumps and bruises." Sanji sneered quietly as he looked down at his hands. "I wish that was all there were."
"We'll take off." Zoro muttered in an apologetic tone.
"Good. Rest up." Chopper huffed.
"Goodnight Chopper, Law." Zoro nodded to each respectively as he and Sanji got ready to leave.
"Goodnight." The two doctors chorused.
"Night." Sanji mumbled as Zoro gently pushed him out the door.
"Do you know the way back to the apartment?" Zoro asked once they were safely outside the door.
"Do I have to do everything for you?" Sanji chuckled. "Yes, I know the way."
"You don't have to do everything for me. Just, some things." Zoro grumbled.
"More than you think." Sanji pointed out as he led them back toward the apartment.
"Like what exactly?" Zoro challenged. "Other than the cooking and directions."
"For starters, I clean up after your ass. I do the laundry, I make the beds, I put our lunches together every morning, I clean the kitchen, I have rearranged furniture a few times, I've recently kept tabs on our bills, I write the checks for our bills, I buy groceries, I scrub the toilets when they get dirty, I put all those groceries away by myself, and I even keep track of the time so we aren't late when you decide to go train for hours on end without looking at the time even once." Sanji listed out the entire way back.
"That's... well... fine. You win." Zoro groaned. "That's a lot of stuff. Shit."
"You'll be saying shit more often now that you have to do three-quarters of that stuff by yourself instead. I hope you get used to it fast." Sanji's voice was dripping with mock-enmity.
"Shit." Zoro sighed with a light chuckle. "This is going to be hell."
"No, Zoro. Hell is what this phone call is going to be." Sanji paled. "After this, Hell will look like a field of flowers."
"Yeah, I can imagine." Zoro muttered irritably as he dug around in his pocket for his keys as they neared the apartment complex.
"I can hear it now. The shrieks of a thousand trapped souls. Fire spewing from the phone as the demonic slur of Hellions leaks out of the receiver." Sanji elaborated as they made their way up to their specific door. "Satan will be waiting at our door to come save us from this nightmare. If he can even make it into the apartment without shying away in terror of the sheer evilness coming from such a small inanimate object."
"You're getting a bit carried away, don't you think?" Zoro asked with a light chuckle.
"Not at all. I'm being civil here." Sanji laughed.
Zoro rolled his eyes as he opened their front door and let the cook inside first. He followed behind, locking the door and placing his keys on the table near the door. Sanji turned around to ask Zoro for help when he couldn't quite toe his shoes off, but was silenced when the swordsman pulled him into a hug. His hands rested on the blonde's sides before he lifted him off the ground and quickly slipped his arm under Sanji's ass to hold him steadily in place.
"Need some help?" Zoro laughed.
"Asshole." Sanji muttered with a smile, giving the swordsman a quick kiss. "Just help me get these fucking shoes off."
"I am." Zoro grinned as he sat the blonde down on the table and shimmied his way down muscled thighs and calves until he was face to face with Sanji's shoes.
"Are you trying to make a show out of this? Because it's working if you are." Sanji smirked, tilting his head slightly to the side as Zoro slowly pulled one of his shoes off.
"Good. I wanted it to work." Zoro returned the smirk. "I thought that maybe a pleasant show before Hell would make Hell seem a bit easier to deal with."
"You might be right about that one." Sanji mused. "We won't know until we try though."
Sanji gave Zoro a devilish grin as the swordsman began to remove his other shoe. He used his freed toes to draw loose patterns across Zoro's thigh. The swordsman huffed, flicking the cook's other shoe onto a small pile of their shoes. Zoro would probably get hell for the "mess" that he had made of the shoes, but he could care less at the moment. His focus was more on how well he could seduce Sanji.
"Come here." Zoro spoke lowly, his voice vibrating in his throat.
Zoro gently pushed his way back up the cook's legs until he could capture his lips in a heated kiss while placing his hands on either side of the blonde's hips. Sanji groaned into the kiss. His arms wrapped around Zoro's neck, resting his forearms on the swordsman's shoulders to keep his hands out of harm's way. Once Sanji was relaxed, Zoro gripped his hips and lifted him off of the table. The keys that Zoro had just sat there clattered to the floor.
They ignored the sound in favor of moving into the apartment further. Sanji wrapped his strong legs around the swordsman's waist as he carried him toward the couch. Zoro shifted his hold until he could grip the blonde's ass with a smirk. A short huff left Sanji's nose as they neared the couch. The swordsman quickly tipped their balance so that they would drop over the armrest of the couch and right onto the cushions.
Sanji bounced with a small puff of air from the impact, but otherwise didn't move. His legs were now draped over the armrest along with Zoro's while the swordsman hovered over him. Zoro had his arms completely extended from where his hands were resting right beside Sanji's ribs. After a second of though, Zoro dropped down onto his elbows so he could trail gentle kisses down the blonde's neck and collar bone. He would have to unbutton a few more buttons in order to be able to finish the descent, but that could wait.
"Zoro..." Sanji groaned, pressing himself against the swordsman slightly. "We need to call Zeff and Koshiro before it gets too late."
"They can wait a bit longer." Zoro muttered. "Killjoy."
"I'm not a fucking killjoy!" Sanji snapped, his harsh tone cut short with a withering whine. "I would love to just keep going, but they'll probably call the cops if we don't soon."
"Five minutes." Zoro grunted out, crawling over the armrest until he was able to straddle the blonde's hips.
"F-fine." Sanji huffed.
Zoro smirked as he captured the blonde's lips again. He pressed against Sanji's hips, making the blonde moan quietly. A string of cusses followed shortly after as Zoro nibbled on the side of Sanji's neck while rocking slightly. The swordsman gently grabbed one of Sanji's injured hands, giving his exposed fingertips gentle, apologetic kisses. Sanji whimpered slightly as he locked gazes with the swordsman. His eyes were reflecting a mixture of emotions. Lust, worry, sadness, and forgiveness swirled in his blue irises.
The swordsman captured his lips in another heated kiss. His fingers quickly got to work unbuttoning the blonde's school uniform. There was still a light spattering of blood staining the white fabric from earlier that day, but Zoro ignored it in favor of getting it off of his cook. He trailed kisses across the pale expanse of lean muscle as he inched lower. Sanji groans turned into low moans as the seconds passed. Zoro knew that his five minutes were coming to an end soon, but he could make that five minutes turn into ten or twenty if he just got the cook's mind off of the time.
Zoro said nothing as he slowly tugged at the blonde's pants, quickly unclasping his belt and pulling it free. Sanji's black pants barely clung to his hips as they slid low enough to expose the v of his hips. The swordsman growled possessively as he pulled his own shirt over his head. He wasn't going to go all the way since they did need to call their parents before it got too late, but most of the way wouldn't hurt.
Sanji's breaths came out a bit ragged as Zoro slipped his fingers past the blonde's pants in order to curl them around Sanji's ass. He adjusted their positions on the couch so that his knees were sinking into the cushions just under the blonde's hips, causing him to arch slightly into the cushions. Zoro pressed the blonde's ass against the bottom of his stomach as he kneaded the perky flesh under his palms. The swordsman smirked as he leaned over the blonde to press sloppy kisses to his naval.
The blonde's stomach tensed with little spasms as Zoro nipped at the unmarred flesh. Sanji tried to muffle his moans as they got louder by pressing the back of his left hand to his lips. Zoro left him go in favor of pulling his pants down a bit further in the back. He quickly released his right hand to sloppily slick three of his fingers with spit before replacing them. His lips curled into a grin as the blonde's eyes widened and a shiver passed across his body from the wetness across his ass.
A loud moan echoed off the walls as Zoro slipped his first finger into the blonde. Sanji arched off the couch as Zoro moved his finger and dragged his teeth across the sensitive v of Sanji's hips. Zoro let out a low chuckle as he slipped his second finger in. The blonde tossed his head back with a short cuss. He writhed under Zoro as the swordsman moved his fingers around and kissed his way lower until he was just above where Sanji's pants were barely covering his erection.
"F-fuck... ha... Zoro..." Sanji moaned out, wiggling his hips slightly. "I want... you..."
"I wasn't going to go that far, pervy cook." Zoro breathed out huskily.
"F-f-fuck... I don't... hah... care..." Sanji whined.
Zoro huffed and rolled his eyes with a grin. He slipped his third finger into the blonde, making Sanji moan out his name. His other hand quickly found the blonde's pants, pulling them down past his member. They didn't have enough time for what the blonde wanted, so Zoro devised another way to pleasure his cook. The swordsman quickly swallowed the blonde whole. Sanji bucked into his mouth with a rough groan.
It didn't take long for Zoro to pick up his pace and angle his fingers to brush against the bundle of nerves that would send Sanji over the moon and back. He gave them a rough swipe with his fingers, making Sanji toss his head back and scream the swordsman's name at the ceiling. Zoro bobbed his head, hollowing his cheeks, as he gave another rough jab. Sanji came violently into the back of his throat while his name echoed off the walls. The swordsman quickly lapped up anything that wasn't swallowed and slipped his fingers out of the blonde as Sanji panted.
"Happy?" Zoro chuckled.
"Ass... hole..." Sanji choked out between gasps. "What about... you?"
"Well... if you feel up to it..." Zoro drawled out teasingly.
"Fucker." Sanji hissed, sliding back a bit so he could sit up normally.
The blonde gently pushed Zoro back against the armrest of the couch. Zoro tilted himself back with the briefest of touches from Sanji. He didn't want him to hurt his hands anymore than they already hurt, so he did most of the motion by himself. Sanji dropped his head to trail butterfly kisses down the swordsman's chest and abs while Zoro wiggled himself out of his own uniform pants. His efforts were rewarded with the blonde dipping lower and lower.
Zoro groaned as Sanji gave his head a wet kiss before swallowing him whole in one motion. The swordsman grunted as the blonde hummed around his member. He would speed his pace up then slow to an agonizingly slow speed until Zoro would nearly beg him to go faster. Once Sanji had Zoro wrapped around his little finger, Sanji dragged his teeth from Zoro's base to his head in a languid motion. Then he would wrap his tongue around Zoro's member. As Sanji gave the swordsman a full course meal with his tongue alone Zoro could feel the pressure in his groin growing with every movement.
The swordsman came with a loud groan, a cuss, and the blonde's name dancing off his tongue. Sanji grinned around a mouthful of Zoro before giving the swordsman one last suck and releasing with a loud pop. He licked his lips with a smirk. Zoro panted as he looked down at the blonde. His fingers came up and cupped the blonde's jawline as he dragged him over his chest to connect their lips hungrily.
"Come on, let's get our pajamas on and call our parents." Sanji chuckled against the swordsman's lips. "You get to help me get dressed."
"Mmm..." Zoro hummed happily. "That sounds like fun."
"Only for you." Sanji snorted.
"Still makes it fun." Zoro grinned before giving the blonde another kiss.
Zoro reluctantly pulled Sanji off of the couch with him in one fluid motion. Sanji stumbled over his pants a bit when Zoro went to pull him over to their room. The swordsman had half-heartedly attempted to get his own up to where they belonged. They hung off his hips loosely, threatening to fall with every step. He had forgotten that Sanji couldn't get his own up without hurting himself. When the blonde stumbled, Zoro quickly whisked him off his feet and carried him over to the door.
The swordsman dropped Sanji's feet to the ground in order to get the door open and pressed him up against the door with a heated kiss. He managed to open the door mid-kiss, so they went stumbling into the room tight against one another. Sanji chuckled in the back of his throat as Zoro carefully pushed him across the room until his heels hit the side of the bed. Zoro laughed as he pushed the blonde down onto the bed before going over to their dresser and digging around for their pajamas.
Sanji wiggled his legs until his pants slid down to his ankles. Once they were that far down, the cook slipped one foot out and used the other to catapult his pants across the room. Black fabric landed on the swordsman's head, obscuring his vision. He grumbled under his breath before flicking it into the dirty clothes basket. A smirk lifted the corners of his lips as he dug out a soft pair of sweatpants and chucked them at the unsuspecting blonde.
"You'll pay for that." Zoro hissed as he threw the pants.
"It's your fault you forgot about them." Sanji huffed as the swordsman crossed the room and pinned him to the bed.
"I didn't forget." Zoro murmured. "I was just waiting for the right time."
"When would that be?" Sanji asked, a playful hint to his voice.
"When I got back with your change of clothes so I could slowly slide them off. Taking my time." Zoro whispered huskily into the blonde's ear.
"Damn. Should have left them on." Sanji laughed.
"You should have." Zoro agreed as he released the blonde and made sure his sweatpants were faced correctly. "Now you're only getting half the show."
"Damn." Sanji smiled, biting his lower lip.
"You keep making that face and we won't be leaving this bedroom anytime soon, let alone calling our parents." Zoro growled lowly as he pulled Sanji's feet through both leg holes.
"What face?" Sanji feigned innocence.
"You know what face." Zoro grumbled as he pulled the blonde's sweatpants higher.
Zoro took his sweet time once he passed the blonde's knees. He made sure to run his fingers over every single muscle he could reach across the blonde's lean thighs. His gaze never left Sanji's ocean blue eyes as he trailed his way up his legs. Once he reached the bottom of Sanji's ass, he made sure to give it a light pinch on his way up. Sanji made a quiet squeak at the touch. As soon as Sanji's sweatpants were where they belonged, Zoro tugged him into a kiss by his pant strings.
"You fucking tease." Sanji sighed as Zoro knotted his pant strings and pulled back from the kiss.
"You wouldn't have it any other way." Zoro muttered as he sauntered away from the blonde so he could dress himself.
"No, I wouldn't." Sanji breathed out quietly.
The swordsman quickly got his own pair of sweatpants on and led the way out the door. He made sure to "conveniently" forget to put a shirt on Sanji. Sanji normally wore a shirt with his sweatpants, but Zoro wasn't in the mood for a completely dressed cook right now. His "accident" wasn't commented on as they took a seat on the couch together after Zoro grabbed his phone and plugged it in. Zoro didn't doubt that their parents would run the phone bill up while using up all of his battery in the process.
"Well... here goes nothing." Zoro groaned as he hit the call button.
"Welcome to Hell." Sanji muttered just as the call was answered with a quick click.
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Sorry for the late chapter. I wanted to get this out within a week of the last, but then Christmas came barreling down the road and I had to get gifts for my friends and family this year. I've been preparing for Christmas while wrapping gifts like some psycho woman, but at least I got some time to get this out. I'm thinking of doing a Christmas special for next week. What do you guys think? A Christmas one-shot for the holidays sound good to you?
See ya next time.