Chapter 6: Boston Cream Pie
When Sanji saw the bed, he started to struggle. Zoro let go of his ankle, and Sanji jumped to his feet. He turned to the door and tried to run, but Zoro was fast and caught him. Zoro threw him over the shoulder and carried him back to the bedroom. Sanji didn't struggle, but he tried to roll away when tossed on the bed. Zoro stood at the foot of the bed, and Sanji noticed all the tattoos. There were too many to count, but they looked damn good on Zoro's skin. It almost felt like he was going to sleep with the bad boy type. A part of him said to stop it here, but the other side told him to go for it. He decided to listen to number two.
Sanji sat up and removed the rest of his clothes so he would be the same as Zoro. They were both naked, so their rivalry was pushed to the side. Zoro crawled onto the bed with Sanji lying back to let him. They looked at each other in silence; strangely enough, their faces were blushed pink.
"I didn't know moss could turn pink," Sanji said.
"You're pinker than me," Zoro replied, then he leaned down to whisper in Sanji's ear. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that your eyebrows will straighten." He said it in a deep, almost calming tone. "And you won't be able to kick for a week."
Sanji immediately became aroused by Zoro's words, and he knew for a fact that he was now pinker than Zoro, too. Zoro had the faint smell of some kind of cologne that he found intoxicating.
"I guess I'm about to find out what it's like to fuck a Chia-Pet." His taunting smirk matched Zoro's.
"Wouldn't you rather have a piece of meat fucking you?" Zoro was aroused as well, and he pressed his cock against Sanji's erection. He felt it twitch and was eager to be inside Sanji.
"I could go for some meat." If he had been having this conversation anywhere else, it would have been stupid. He stopped Zoro from going in for another kiss. "You're not just getting me completely free,"
Zoro raised a brow. "You want money?"
Sanji rolled his eyes. "That's not what I mean, Moss-for-Brains."
He gasped when Zoro suddenly wrapped a hand around his throat. Sanji felt goosebumps all over his arms, and he willingly spread his legs. Zoro was kneeling now, with knees pressing against his and holding them open.
"Call me Moss-Head again, I dare you," Zoro said with a smirk, squeezing a little tighter around Sanji's neck.
"M-Moss-Head!" Sanji let out a gasp when Zoro's teeth found his left nipple and pinched it. It hurt a little, but he liked it. 'Chia-Pet' got the same reaction for the other nipple, and this time, Zoro choked him more while tormenting his chest, now going back and forth between his nipples.
Sanji didn't want to give in so quickly, but his whole body was alive with pleasure. He writhed on the bed as Zoro started planting kisses on his neck and chest. Zoro had removed his hand to bring it down between Sanji's legs. There, Zoro gripped Sanji's erection and started stroking it. Sanji told him to stop because his cock was too dry and Zoro's hand was too big. Zoro stopped with a groan.
"Please tell me you have some lube?" Sanji asked.
"Second drawer."
Sanji rolled over and opened the drawer, finding a bottle of warming lube. He gave it to Zoro, who squirted some into his palm and returned to stroking him. Sanji couldn't ignore the pleasurable feeling he got with each fast stroke. He would arch his hips into Zoro's hand, but Zoro clearly had complete control. Sanji let out a few gasps as he felt his climax approaching. When Zoro's thumbnail poked at the little slit, Sanji couldn't hold back any longer and came in Zoro's hand.
Zoro felt the warm cum in his palm and showed Sanji his hand.
"You just came for your rival,"
Sanji, panting, gave Zoro a hard stare and flipped him the finger. "So far, so good, Moss-Head!"
Zoro's hand found his throat again and squeezed it, making him gasp for air. Zoro let up a bit, and Sanji could take a few shallow breaths. Sanji felt Zoro's other hand between his legs. Without warning, Zoro shoved two fingers inside of him and squeezed his throat at the same time. Sanji's eyes almost rolled back in pleasure as Zoro fucked him with his fingers. He didn't think he had any kinks, but he liked being choked. Then, Zoro added a third finger and pressed deeper inside. Sanji let out a loud gasp when Zoro's fingers found his sweet spot. Zoro's grip on his neck tightened, and Sanji found it hard to breathe. He couldn't make the sounds of pleasure he wanted as Zoro brutally rubbed, stroked, and twisted inside of him. His muscles felt like jelly, and he was utterly under Zoro's dominance. His mind was swimming too much in pleasure for him to care about such things.
Zoro knew Sanji was ready by the other pushing his hips back against his fingers. He pulled them out and removed his hand from Sanji's neck. Sanji let out a few gasps. Zoro wanted to hear more of Sanji's pleasured cries, so he lowered his head and blew on the tip of Sanji's half-hard erection. Sanji grew more, and Zoro took it into his mouth. His main goal was to beat Sanji in their rivalry. Sanji thrust up, but Zoro held his hips down. He swallowed Sanji more, and the other arched his back and neck. Then, he slipped in one finger, pushing it all the way to strike that sweet spot. Sanji cried out when he found it, thrusting his hips downward. Zoro let the palm of his finger rub against the prostate, driving Sanji mad with lust.
Zoro removed his finger and mouth right before Sanji was ready to come. He liked the whine he heard from Sanji. He took the lube and let it pool in his palm. Sanji was stretched enough, so he used the lube on himself. He slicked himself up and returned to Sanji, giving the blonde his full attention. Zoro guided himself to Sanji's hole and pressed his tip against it, pushing forward slowly.
"Tell me what you want, Curly-Brow," Zoro grinned. "Say it!"
"Screw you!"
"I'm the one doing the screwing," Zoro wanted to press in, but he wouldn't until Sanji told him to. It was getting harder to hold back.
"Say it!" Zoro demanded.
"Fuck me, Zoro!"
Sanji hated having to say it, but his body was on fire, and his cock was begging for release. He gripped the sheets, preparing for entry. Zoro thrust in fast, going down all the way to the base. Sanji let out a loud cry of both pleasure and surprise. Zoro began thrusting, shoving his cock in and out in a steady motion. Sanji let go of the sheets and wrapped his arms around Zoro's neck. He didn't know why he was holding him, but the thrusts were making it hard for him to concentrate on anything. Zoro was striking his sweet spot and speeding up, fucking him hard like he said he would. He gave up fighting it and cried out, arching against Zoro's cock.
He was able to meet each thrust until Zoro surprised him by flipping them over, and he never pulled out. Sanji was stunned for a moment as he was now seated in Zoro's lap, the man's cock still rock hard inside of him. The new position made it go deeper and lightly changed the angle. He started fucking himself in a bouncy motion, letting Zoro slide halfway out and back again. Sanji tilted his head back as he felt his sweet spot hit over and over again.
Sanji placed his hands on Zoro's chest with his palms on Zoro's nipples. He briefly noticed the Asian dragon tail tattoo that lay along his chest. He could admire Zoro's tattoos later. His fingers pinched both nipples, and Zoro let out a soft moan. They peaked to hard nubs, and Sanji was thrilled he could take control of Zoro. Being on top this way, he could drive Zoro insane with pleasure. If Zoro thinks he won, then he was dead wrong.
Zoro knew what game Sanji was playing, and the blonde was about to lose. He sat up and set Sanji in his lap. He lowered his head to bite and suck on Sanji's pert nipples. Sanji let out a deep moan and arched his back, pressing his chest further for Zoro. Now, he wanted to try another position. He pulled out completely, hearing Sanji's gasp of annoyance. Zoro took Sanji by the hips, ignored his scolding, and made him kneel over his lap. He had Sanji's knees spread out, using his own to keep the other from moving. Zoro brought his hand down and pressed only two fingers inside the already stretched inner muscles. He let his other hand wrap around Sanji's length, and he was able to alternate his hands successfully.
Sanji was aching for release, and he wanted Zoro's cock back inside of him. Right now, the two fingers are hardly doing anything, and he knows Zoro is teasing him. But he was getting ready to come from Zoro's quick stroking. He felt the build-up of pleasure, and he threw his head back and let out a cry. He ejaculated in Zoro's hand, and some of it dropped on the bed. But just as he was enjoying the afterglow, Zoro pushed him down on the bed and forced his hips up. He cried out when Zoro entered him again and started thrusting hard and fast.
Sanji could barely get any sounds out as Zoro pounded him. Every single part of him was radiating with pleasure. Zoro was taking his pleasure now, and that was fine. Then, he heard Zoro grunt as he stilled inside and came. Sanji was panting, his torso on the bed and his ass in the air. He could feel Zoro's cum dribbling out of him. More dribbled down his leg after Zoro pulled out. He missed the feeling, but he was suddenly exhausted. He fell back on the bed, still panting. Sanji wondered what would come next. Does he leave? Or does he hope Zoro wants to cuddle? He was really craving a cigarette.
"Do you need a shower?" Zoro asked.
"Why?"
"You know…for obvious reasons."
"Oh…" Sanji cleared his throat. "No, that's fine. I'll just get dressed and go home."
"But I need a shower, too."
Sanji realized what Zoro was suggesting, and he found he couldn't say no. He would be able to see and admire all the tattoos that Zoro has. Sanji nodded and followed Zoro to the bathroom, which only had a small shower stall with a sink and toilet. Zoro turned on the water, waiting for it to get warm. Sanji stared at the huge Asian blue dragon and a roaring green tiger. Along his left arm was a katana, and his right arm had Asian calligraphy. The tattoos were works of art.
Zoro let Sanji in first and followed after, closing the shower's sliding doors. Sanji's hair was already getting wet as he was getting all the water. The water was only touching Zoro's feet. Zoro told him to change spots so he could wash Sanji's hair. Sanji allowed him, moaning softly as Zoro's fingers massaged his scalp with coconut shampoo. Sanji rinsed it out, then did the same to Zoro.
"Let me wash you," Sanji offered, reaching around Zoro to get the luffa sponge.
He poured some body wash and started with Zoro's chest first. Zoro's chest was broad and muscular. He liked watching the white soap drip down to Zoro's stomach, bypassing his erection. Sanji couldn't resist wrapping his soapy hand around its girth and started stroking it. Zoro moaned and kept himself still until he shuddered and came. The action made Sanji erect, and he accepted the same treatment. He liked seeing Zoro on his knees. It didn't take him long to come, and after this orgasm, he was pretty sure he was done for the night.
They got out of the shower and dressed, and then Zoro walked Sanji to the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow at the bakery," Zoro said. "You know, you should come and get a tattoo. You can pay in 'easy' installments," Zoro joked, and Sanji just shook his head. "Hey, I know what you can make for your special tomorrow,"
"What?"
"Boston Cream Pie!" Zoro laughed and Sanji slapped a hand to his face and blushed.
"Really, Moss Head? Really?" Zoro stopped laughing but still wore an amused smile.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Suddenly, it was awkward for the both of them to consider a goodnight kiss. They had just had sex not long ago and jerked each other off in the shower. Why was it so hard to kiss? Sanji just walked out and went down the stairs. At least Zoro was feeling as awkward as he was.
The special today was not Boston Cream Pie but rather cake pops. It was the weekend, so more kids come in with their parents, and they always got the cake pop. It was good for adults, too, for the ones that only needed a small bite and not a big slice of regular cake. They were easy to make, and he made ten of each flavor: vanilla, chocolate, and red velvet. He placed them in the display window and set to making other baked goods.
He thought about last night with Zoro, and his body was aching, but it felt good. Really good. Zoro is the best lover he's had. Would they do it again? Sanji wanted to, but he also didn't want to become a fuck buddy. Was he actually thinking about this? It was like he was hoping for Zoro to ask him out. Sanji was at a loss for what to do.
Sanji looked at the door whenever a customer arrived to see if they were Zoro. So far, there was no sign of Zoro. Sanji did his usual thing around the bakery while keeping an eye on the tattoo parlor. The lights weren't on, and Sanji wondered if Zoro was closed for the day. Zoro was his own boss, just like he is. They can choose when to open and when to close. Technically.
It was the end of the day, and still no sign of Zoro. Sanji sold his last cake pop and flipped the sign to 'closed.' He turned off the lights with a sigh. Maybe Zoro didn't want to see him again. It didn't feel like a one-night stand. Just as he was feeling deflated, he saw Zoro come out from his apartment. Sanji's heart started to flutter, and he was excited when Zoro was heading over. He quickly gathered himself and opened the door.
"Where were you all day?" Sanji asked.
"I was sleeping and getting housework done," Zoro answered. "What goods do you have left over?"
Sanji let him inside. "Not much. A few muffins and some bread. I already have an idea for tomorrow's special. I'm going to call them 'moss-balls'. I'm naming them after you."
"Seriously? Moss balls? Isn't that too close to moth balls?"
"Not with green shredded coconut on top!"
"I hate coconut," Zoro crossed his arms, and his eyebrow twitched. "Don't name any more cakes after me!"
"Why don't you help me make them?" Sanji asked. "Just get up with me at four o'clock in the morning and-" Zoro's hand stopped him.
"There's no such thing as four o'clock in the morning,"
Sanji chuckled at that. Zoro was definitely a heavy sleeper. "So, why are you really here? Was it really just for leftover treats?"
"I came to talk about us," Zoro backed Sanji into the wall and put a hand beside Sanji's head. "What is 'us?'
"I…I don't know," Sanji said. "I was going to ask you."
"We don't get along very well,"
"We don't…but…are you saying that last night was a mistake?"
"...did you?"
"I asked you first," Sanj said in a serious tone.
"...I don't regret last night."
Sanji gave a light smile. "Me too."
"Where do we go from here?" Zoro asked.
"Let's give it some time. Why don't we hit up a bar? The night is still young,"
"Sure. We'll take my bike,"
Sanji frowned. "Let's take my car."
"Don't be a pile of chicken shit," Zoro smirked.
"I'm not chicken shit! I just don't like riding on that death machine!" Zoro started to cluck like a chicken, taunting Sanji. "That should be your new language! Ugh! Fine! We'll take your bike. Just let me change into something better."
Sanji couldn't believe it, but he had nothing to wear. He kept tossing clothing on the bed, rejecting them. He didn't know why he was working so hard to impress Zoro. He finally decided on his black jeans and a silky red button-down shirt. He fixed his hair a bit in the mirror and checked himself over. He pondered if he should tuck in the shirt or leave it loose. They were going to a bar, so it wouldn't matter. With another quick glance in the mirror, he left and went down the stairs to meet Zoro and the death machine.
"Ready to go?" Zoro tossed the helmet at him.
"I guess," Sanji put the helmet on and sat behind Zoro, wrapping his arms around his waist.
"Stop squeezing so tight! I feel like you're doing the Heimlich maneuver!"
"Just shut up and drive, Moss-Head!"
"Try not to fall off, Curly-Brow!"
Zoro revved the bike and took off down the road with Sanji clinging to him like a fungus.
They went to a small gay bar that Zoro knew about, and it was a dive bar. Sanji felt a little overdressed for a dive bar. People turned to look at them before returning to their drinks. They found two seats at the bar, and Sanji began looking at the mixed drink menu.
Zoro raised an amused brow. "You know what? I'm not surprised that you're a mixed-drink kind of guy. Real men drink beer!"
Sanji scoffed. "Beer is for lightweights and shitty frat boy parties," Sanji countered. The bartender came to them and Sanji put in his order. "I'll have a cosmo,"
Zoro snickered. "I'll have a Blue Moon."
Sanji flicked Zoro's arm with his fingers. "What 'man' orders a freakin' Blue Moon?"
"Chill out, Curly-Brow. I was teasing. But in all fairness, Blue Moon trumps Cosmo."
Sanji smirked. "I really don't think so. It takes skills to mix a drink. A beer is just a simple, stupid pop-top. No art in that. And you're also getting a shitty brand-name beer here. A TRUE fan of beer would only drink those from independent breweries. But you have no class. You're uncouth,"
"That's not how you were feeling last night," Zoro countered, enjoying the flush on Sanji's cheeks.
"Despite last night, I'm walking just fine! So you were all talk!"
The bartender brought them their drinks. They both reach for their own, not breaking eye contact, and sipping their drinks.
"You loved every moment of it," Zoro said
"I'm not saying it was bad- it was good! You fuck hard, but clearly not enough to impress me."
"In the past, did you get around a lot?"
Sanji took a bigger sip of his cosmo. "You mean, did I sleep with other men? Of course, I have. You haven't?"
"Yeah, I have,"
"So what's your point?"
"Don't try to put me down in that way. I made sure you had pleasure before me."
Sanji could believe that, and his heart skipped a beat. They fell silent for a moment, and then Sanji said, "I've never made love before. It was always just sex," he took a sip of his drink. "But you're different,"
"How so?"
"Let's just say, if we were in a relationship, it would be based on sex and nothing else. Right now, we're fuck buddies."
"Are you saying you want me to make love to you?"
Sanji nearly dropped his drink. "I-I didn't say that!"
Zoro smirked. "You implied it! Why bring it up if you didn't want it?"
"Are you even capable of making love?"
"Are you?"
Sanji cleared his throat a little. "Well…I've never done it that way…so I guess…I'm incapable of making love."
"I don't think so," Zoro took three gulps of beer. "I never made love with anyone. They were usually one-night stands. I've never been in a relationship."
"Neither have I," Sanji said with a small smile. "Huh. I guess we have more in common than we thought."
Zoro nodded. "It seems that way."
They turned back to the bar and didn't say a word other than to order more drinks. Zoro wanted to show Sanji that he knew about mixed drinks and ordered a dirty martini. Sanji did take notice but ordered a Saint Germain and Champagne. Sanji held out his glass and said, "Cheers to us."
Zoro clinked his glass with Sanji's. "Cheers to us…and to making love."
Sanji stared at him. "Huh? What did you say?"
"I said-"
"I know what you said!"
"Then why did you ask me?"
"I just…wanted to make sure I heard right." Sanji was flushed from both that and the drinks.
"Do you want to?"
"We could try. How hard can it be? But making love…that's really for couples. This means that…we're a couple. A couple in our first relationship." He finished his drink with a big gulp.
"You want to be my boyfriend?" Zoro asked
"I guess." Said Sanji
"Then I'll take you as my boyfriend,"
"-guess I'm your boyfriend too."
"...your place or mine?"
"Mine," Sanji answered. "Mine's cleaner."
"Screw you."
They ordered some bar food, and both had another drink. Sanji felt a little buzz, but Zoro was fine. They mounted the motorcycle and started home. It was starting to rain by the time they got back. Zoro parked his bike and followed Sanji to his apartment. Sanji told Zoro to take off his boots, so he did. He wished he didn't have to because he wore an old pair of socks today with a hole in the big toe. Sanji pointed at him and made a joke, but Zoro ignored it. Sanji offered him a glass of wine, and he accepted. They sat on the couch, each on opposite sides, holding their wine glasses. Both were trying to figure out how to start.
"I guess we could just do it," Zoro said, breaking the silence.
"No, there's more to it than that," Sanji said. "I think a lot of it is taking it slow and joining hands and giving passionate kisses."
'Slow. Yes, that was it. Slow.' Zoro said to himself, drinking down the wine two gulps.
He took the wine glass away from Sanji and pulled the man to meet him in the middle. Zoro leaned forward and gently placed his lips on Sanji's. The kiss was tender, and Sanji met the kiss. Zoro carefully pushed Sanji down onto the couch and settled between those long legs. Their tongues met in a passionate play as Zoro began to lightly stroke silken nipples with his palm. Sanji moaned into the kiss, then had to break for air. Zoro moved his mouth to Sanji's neck, planting kisses, then moved to his chest. He bit and toyed with the nipples through the shirt. Zoro could tell that it was a different sensation to Sanji, and he would likely want them to be naked.
Zoro sat up and started unbuttoning Sanji's shirt. Sanji was flushed and panting, his chest rising and falling. The shirt fell off to one side, and Zoro lowered his head to kiss Sanji's neck and collar bones, slowly inching downward. Sanji gasped softly at the touches and became aroused. Zoro was aroused as well. They both took a break to remove their pants, so they were naked. But Zoro got up, and before Sanji could ask why, Zoro scooped him up bridal style.
"I'm not a bride!" he said with a grin.
"You'd have to wear red, not white."
Zoro carried Sanji to the bedroom and laid him down on the bed. He took a moment to admire Sanji's form: the toned, athletic muscles and creamy white, unblemished skin. He smiled when Sanji flashed a sexy pose.
"But we need to be under the covers," Sanji said. "This comforter was expensive."
Zoro didn't say anything, and they pulled down the comforter, so just the blanket and sheets were ready. They both climbed in and pulled the covers over them. They lay side-by-side in the double bed, waiting for the other to make a move. Sanji decided to do it, and he rolled over so his mouth was just hovering over Zoro's nipple. He was gentle with it and liked the soft moans Zoro was making. Sanji swirled his tongue around the nub and then moved to the other. Zoro's hand stroked his hair, and Sanji moved his lips to nibble Zoro's earlobe.
Zoro took over and pushed Sanji under him. He moved the silk-like hair away from Sanji's face so he could see two blue eyes instead of one. They shared a kiss again, tongues dueling and erections rubbing together. Zoro broke the kiss to get the lube. It was cold on his hot cock, but stroking it felt good. Once he was satisfied, he moved between Sanji's legs and slipped in one finger.
Sanji turned his head to the side and moaned. He was still somewhat loose from last night, and he wanted more of what Zoro had to offer. He was thrilled when a second finger joined the first, and they gently stretched and stroked his inner walls. Sanji moaned out the word 'more,' and Zoro added a third finger. Sanji arched his back when Zoro's fingers touched the sweet spot, and he felt pleasure all over his body. He whined when Zoro pulled out his fingers, but he felt the tip of Zoro's cock at his hole.
Zoro guided himself in, moving slowly despite Sanji begging him to go faster. Zoro reminded Sanji that they were making love, and Sanji nodded. Zoro pushed the rest of the way in and moaned at the heat surrounding his cock. He took Sanji's hands and threaded their fingers as he started moving. He kept the motions slow, pulling out halfway to push back in. He wanted to move faster, but he wouldn't give in. Sanji's body was more than welcoming. He started to speed up a bit, not much, but he could reach Sanji's sweet spot. He knew he had found it when Sanji gasped and arched his back. Zoro kept thrusting and pushed their lips together in a kiss. Sanji was moaning into his mouth and gripping his hands. Sanji lifted his legs and waist more so he could push deeper.
Sanji didn't mind the making love part, but he liked it when it was harder and faster. Zoro's thrusts were hitting all the right spots, and he found himself calling out Zoro's name. He suddenly had the urge to embrace Zoro, so he did. He slid his arms under Zoro's, so he could grip his shoulders. Zoro sped up the thrusting, and Sanji moaned in his ear. Their lips met again in a heated kiss, but Sanji had to break it because he needed to cry out. He felt the warmth in his belly start to build, and he knew he was close.
"I'm close…" Sanji whispered, his nails clawing at Zoro's back.
"Me too!"
They both reached climax at the same time, arching against one another. Zoro fell onto Sanji and was embraced. Sanji welcomed the weight and nibbled Zoro's ear, making the other moan softly. Zoro eventually got up and pulled out of Sanji, then flopped on the other side of the bed, panting. Sanji rolled into him, resting his head on Zoro's chest.
"Did you like it?" Sanji asked.
"Yeah, I did," Zoro answered. "Did you?"
"Yeah." Sanji didn't know what else to say.
They both lay there silently until Sanji spoke.
"Stay here for the night,"
"Sure."
They fell asleep wrapped together in an embrace.
Sanji was pouring some tea for a customer when he heard loud music. Everyone in the bakery looked out the windows to see a band playing music outside of Zoro's shop. Sanji excused himself from the bakery and left to find Zoro. He passed the band and went inside, where Zoro had a customer in the process of getting a tattoo.
"Do you mind?" Sanji said. "That band is loud!"
Zoro smirked. "I think it's a good band,"
"But my bakery!"
"So? Put on music yourself to drown out mine."
"You know what, Moss-Head? You're not getting ANY Boston cream pie tonight!" Boston cream pie had become their secret word for sex.
Sanji stormed out of the parlor and went back to his bakery. He didn't have the music set up, but it looked like his customers were enjoying the music. Sanji decided it best to just let it go. He and Zoro had a deal for their customers: get a tattoo and get a free donut. It brought more bikers into the shop, but they never stayed long, and his regular customers kept coming back.
At the end of the day, Sanji and Zoro were closing up shop at the same time.
They looked at each other, and then Zoro got onto his motorcycle. Sanji walked over to get on as well. They took off down the road and went to the overpass spot. They looked up at the night sky filled with stars. They slid their arms around each others' shoulders. It felt like it was only them in the world.
"I still wish your parlor was somewhere else."
"I wish you would move your bakery."
"I was there first,"
"Your scones suck."
"Take that back, Moss-Head! My scones are perfect!"
Zoro smirked. "Yeah, as a squeaky toy for a dog."
Sanji moved away and lifted his leg to strike Zoro. Zoro dodged it easily and reached out to grasp Sanji's wrist. Zoro pulled him into a kiss. Sanji tried to get away, but Zoro's grip held him tight. Sanji gave in and returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Zoro's neck.
"Your scones still suck," Zoro said.
"I hate you."
The End