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The delicious smell that wafted from the kitchen had Zoro salivating and his stomach growling with hunger. He knew that Sanji was cooking his favorite meal and Zoro was impatient to have the pretty blond walk into their living room with a bowl of rice with grilled eel and himself in those sinful blue jeans that were the bane of Zoro’s existence. How in the hell could he stop himself from throwing the blond man to the sofa and ravishing him right then and there?
“Here you go, stupid mosshead. Eat up before it gets fucking cold.” Sanji sauntered in, the swing of his hips enticing anyone, but his prickly attitude towards Zoro was a turn-on, if a bit frustrating. He grabbed the food and the cook by the waist and sat him on his lap, careful of his elevated leg. Sanji slapped him in the back of the head hard enough to be smart but not to hurt him, “The fuck?! You stupid asshole! Be careful with your leg!” Sanji growled and his pale cheeks were dusted with pink as he realized he was sitting on Zoro’s lap. The green-haired man smirked and gave the plate back to Sanji.
“Feed me, curly. I’m sick and weak.” He said and laughed at the death glare that Sanji threw at him, the blond rolled his eyes and straddled him with the steamy bowl of Unadon. The delicious combination of the warm, fluffy rice and sweet caramelized sauce over what he knows is a perfectly grilled eel made his mouth water. Sanji even cut the eel into bite-sized chunks so it would be easier for Zoro to eat spoonfuls of it, knowing that the man likes to eat as if he had a time limit. The blond man scooped a bit of it and presented the spoon to Zoro, the bigger man opened his mouth and Sanji sighed as he fed him. Zoro moaned at the explosion of delicious savory flavors and his hands curled around the narrow hips.
“Stop it! Just eat the damn food!” Sanji growled again and Zoro smiled, knowing how rattled Sanji always got when Zoro was being a smart ass. When Zoro finished the entire bowl he simply smiled and let Sanji get up. The blond grumbled as he made his way to the kitchen to clean it up.
“Thank you, curly,” Zoro whispered as he closed his eyes, drifting to sleep.
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Sanji sighed as he wiped down the counters and put the leftovers in the freezer for the next day. He was planning to make some eel soup the next day since it was going to be raining according to the weather app. He looked at his watch and saw that it was almost time for his K-drama and he usually made Zoro watch it with him. In the beginning, Zoro had complained and grumbled that this was torture since he couldn’t get away from it as he had been camping on the sofa instead of his futon since he decided to have a traditional Japanese bedding instead of a fucking normal bed like everyone had in the USA. Now, Zoro was addicted to the K-drama just like Sanji and he was the one that reminded the blond.
“Hey, Zoro! Do you want a-” He began as he walked into the living room only to find Zoro asleep, his soft snores made Sanji give a fond smile as he covered the bigger man with a thick blanket. He sat down next to him and turned on the television, going to the streaming service where there was a new episode of the drama every week. Sanji made himself comfortable with a bowl of buttery popcorn drizzled with some dark chocolate syrup he made. He knew that that was the only chocolate that Zoro liked since milk chocolate was too sweet for him.
Half an hour into the drama he felt Zoro’s head fall on his shoulder, Sanji glanced at the man and his cheeks grew warm. The stupid jock was a handsome man, his tanned skin had a healthy glow and was smooth to the touch, his dark eyes were intense, and even though Zoro was usually a serious man, his eyes were expressive. His lower lip was fuller than his upper one and Sanji had the insane want of biting it with his and pulling on them gently. The man was also a wall of muscles, as he practiced a few sports, especially baseball, and soccer, and had mastered swordsmanship since he was young. It was a skill that he wouldn’t use but he had come from a long line of swords in Japan and Sanji wasn’t going to lie, the man looked smoking hot in his swordsman’s uniform while he demonstrated his katas.
Sanji smiled and cupped the man’s jaw with his free hand, loving how beautiful his pale skin contrasted with Zoro’s dark tan. He leaned forward, forgetting that he wasn’t supposed to be doing this with a sleeping man, especially if that man was Rorona Zoro. He let his lips press softly against Zoro’s soft ones in a chaste kiss. The electric jolt that kiss gave him was something he had never experienced before. He groaned and deepened it, the hair on his arms and neck when he felt Zoro’s rough hand curl around his neck and a warm tongue pushed inside his mouth. The stubble from Zoro’s face brushed his cheeks as the man responded to his kiss. They broke it and Sanji gasped at the hungry look on his face.
“Sanji,” Zoro groaned and the blond bolted out of the apartment, his heart racing as he needed to get away. How could he do that?! What the fuck was he thinking kissing the stupid moss head while he was ASLEEP?! He needed to get away and hide for a while.
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The whiskey on rocks he had ordered an hour ago was mocking him as he played with the glass. He sighed and traced the rim with his finger. What the hell was he going to do now? He couldn’t face the Zoro after that kiss without the consent that he had planted on his soft lips. He groaned and let his head drop on the counter bar and squeezed his eyes shut.
“I knew I was gonna find you here, Sanji. What’re you doing?” A feminine voice said in an amused tone and Sanji opened his eyes to see Nami sitting next to him at the bar, a smile curled her full lips and Sanji groaned again.
“Nami, dear. What’re you doing here? This is no place for a beautiful lady such as yourself!”
“Oh, please. I grew up in a bar like this one, you know that! I feel comfortable here” She laughed and he smiled at her, he loved her so much. Shame that she wasn’t a certain stupid jock that drove him crazy.
“How did you find me? I thought you and Vivi were on a week-long trip.” He asked and laughed when her cheeks turned a lovely shade of red at the mention of her girlfriend.
“We cut our trip short, Vivi had a work emergency and decided to come back.” She ordered a lemonade and thanked the bartender when they put it in front of her, “Zoro called me. I was so surprised that he called me that I almost took the wrong exit as we drove back. He’s worried about you since you weren’t picking up the phone.” She answered with a curious tone and Sanji grimaced as he noticed he couldn’t find his phone anywhere.
“I think it’s in my room. Fuck. I’m sorry, Nami, dear.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad that you’re okay,” She gave him a reassuring smile, “But you should call or go back soon. I had never heard Zoro beg before, he sounded so worried about you.” Sanji sighed and nodded.
“I fucked up, Nami.” He then proceeded to tell her about how he took advantage of Zoro and kissed him while he was asleep. The woman was quiet for a while after he finished, his whiskey untouched as he lowered his gaze with shame, “I just lost a friend, I don’t think Marimo wants me around.”
“You two are so fucking stupid, it's absurd.” Nami scoffed and Sanji gaped at her. What the hell?
“What do you mean?! I kissed Moss head and ran away! He never asked to be kissed!”
‘You and that idiot are made for each other! If he didn’t want anything to do with you, why do you think he called me?” Nami sighed at the anxious look that Sanji had on his face, she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and bumped their head together, “Let’s get you home so you and the muscle head can talk. Believe me, I bet he loved that kiss more than you think.”
Sanji stood in front of his apartment door, his mind running a mile a minute that ranged from nonchalant insults to begging Zoro for forgiveness to simply throwing himself into those large, muscular arms and kissing the man again. He blinked and jumped away from the door when it opened and Zoro was standing there, shirtless and wet. He had on a pair of joggers and under his armpits the crutches the doctor gave him to help him walk.
“You came back, Sanji.” He whispered, Sanji frowned and began to usher the bigger man inside. They were the same height, but Zoro’s had a bigger, beefier frame.
“The hell are you doing taking a shower alone?! You could’ve fallen, Marimo! Are you insane?!” He continued to chastise the man as he helped him back into the sofa, grabbed a towel, and began to dry his hair, “You’re all wet! You’re gonna get a cold if you don’t dry your hair, stupid! Ugh!”
“Sanji.”
“I can’t believe you! You could’ve fallen! Broke your neck!”
“Sanji.”
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! Stupid moss head jock! Trying to die on my watch!”
“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! SANJI! LISTEN TO ME!” Zoro yelled and grabbed the man by the hips and sat him down on his lap again. He was breathing hard and Sanji swallowed, his hands gripping muscular shoulders and his wide eyes lowered and an uncharacteristic yelp escaped his lips when he saw the ample, chiseled chest just inches from his. Zoro sighed and wrapped an arm, locking the blond to him, knowing full well that if Sanji wanted to escape him, he could. His other hand cupped his face and Zoro pressed their foreheads together.
“Sanji, why did you leave? After that kiss, you left and I-” Zoro swallowed and cleared his throat, loss of words, “Was, was it that bad? I-I don’t have a lot of experience. Y-you’re the first person I have been interested in my life and well, I-the only one that I wanted to kiss.” Zoro confessed and Sanji was speechless.
“Y-you like me?” He whispered and Zoro gave a humorless laugh.
“Like you? I fucking love you, prince! I’ve been in love with you since the first time we saw each other!” Zoro declared and Sanji laughed, his heart lighter than ever as he curled his arms around Zoro’s muscular neck.
“That night we ended up fistfighting drunkenly and broke a table at a bar!?” He laughed and smiled, his heart beating so hard that he was sure that Marimo could feel it.
“Hah! Yeah, but I knew that if you could almost kick my ass, you were worth the heartache.”
“Almost?! I beat your ass!” Sanji teased, they had been so drunk that both got injured and broke a table as they fell on top of it and both had passed out. Usopp had recorded everything and it's been years but occasionally the video made its way into the group chat. It was always good for a laugh.
“Yeah, almost,” Zoro then sobered up and Sanji did too, “So, cook. What, what do you think?”
“I-I love you too, Zoro.” He whispered and Zoro’s eyes widened.
“You said my name!” He exclaimed and Sanji pouted at him, he crossed his arms and used them as a shield.
“And? You said my name a lot of times, Marimo!” He retorted with a huff. Zoro cupped his face and they both smiled like idiots at each other.
“Kiss me, chef,” Zoro whispered as he pressed their lips together. Sanji smiled and closed his eyes.
“Only if you do the same, jock.”
End