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“Roronoa! Blackleg! Stop! You’re under arrest!”
Zoro and Sanji were running from the Marines, trying to make them lose track of them. For that, Sanji had let Zoro lead the way, making them get lost and try to figure out where they were, hiding in an alley while they did.
“Why are you so directionless, Marimo?” Sanji said as he leaned his back against the alley wall and lit a cigarette. He put it between his lips and inhaled.
“Don’t think I don’t know you made me go first on purpose, shit cook.” Zoro huffed, leaning on the opposite wall from Sanji, so that they were face to face.
The alley was pretty little, they were barely two feet apart, if Zoro were to take a step forward, they would be touching. He tried not to move, he knew the cook wouldn’t like for them to touch, even if he himself wanted nothing more than to step closer to him. He couldn’t though, the cook would hate him, more than he already did.
After Sanji finished his cigarette, he threw it on the ground and stepped on it to stub it out.
Zoro had closed his eyes, using his Observation Haki to see if the Marines had found them again. He felt them getting closer to them and stepped closer to Sanji, opening his eye to look at the other’s, before saying, “Do you trust me?” Sanji must have felt the seriousness in his gaze and voice, because he said, “With my life.” Zoro didn’t have time to be happy at that, knowing their relationship would change from now on, for the better or worse, he didn’t know, but as said before, he didn’t have time to think about that.
He leaned forward and brought their faces close together. He gently took Sanji’s hands in his, placing them in his hair, knowing it was a peculiar color and the Marines would recognise them with that alone. He took his swords and hid them between their bodies, all of this, looking into Sanji’s wide eye, hoping he wasn’t ruining their friendship with this.
He said one last thing before leaning even further. “Please, don’t hate me for this.” After that, he pressed their lips together, Sanji letting out a gasp that Zoro swallowed with his own. Their mouths moved together in sync, it seemed they were perfectly matched for this too, not only fighting each other, even if their kiss was almost as if they were fighting. This time, not with swords and legs, but with lips, tongues, and teeth.
After a while, Zoro pulled back, only to be brought back by Sanji’s hands in his hair. He let out a moan, pressing their bodies together. The feeling of his swords between them brought him back to the present. They broke apart, Sanji seemingly having been brought back to reality as well.
“They’re gone.” Zoro said, avoiding the cook’s gaze and heading towards the exit of the alley. Sanji nodded, not that Zoro could see it, nor the blush he felt rising to his cheeks. Suddenly, he was confused, more so than he was before. “Who’s gone?”
Zoro came to a stop before he could go back to the street. “The Marines. They had found us again.” Sanji nodded again, Zoro still had his back to him. “Oh, okay.”
Zoro frowned, did the cook sound disappointed ? No, it couldn’t be. It sounded like it, though. There was only one way to find out, then. “Are you disappointed, Cook?” Sanji’s eyes went wide, grateful Zoro was still facing the street and couldn’t read his expression. He huffed, saying, “I thought you could do better, Mosshead.”
Zoro suddenly turned around, looking at Sanji to search for something. He must have found it , thought Sanji as Zoro took three long strides towards him, backing him up against the wall once again. He crowded in his space, looking him up and down. Sanji felt a chill run down his spine, seeing Zoro’s eye filled with hunger, lust, and- is that love? He didn’t have time to dwell on it as Zoro’s mouth was enveloping his again, this time he didn’t hold back, and neither did Sanji. They fought and fought for dominance, Sanji finally giving it up to Zoro and moaning from the pleasure in it. Zoro took that as an invitation, rolling his tongue inside Sanji’s mouth and, when their tongues touched, Sanji felt a growl leave Zoro. He thought his knees would give out, but Zoro held him up with his chest against his and his hands on his waist.
This time, when they broke the kiss, Zoro said, “Was that to your standards, love cook?” Sanji didn’t reply right away, still feeling his lips tingle from the kiss. When he realized Zoro had asked him a question, he said, “You could have just told me you wanted to kiss me, you didn't need to use the Marines as an excuse.” He looked up at him, still slumped against the wall, Zoro’s hands still keeping him upright.
Zoro smiled at him, giving him a peck on the lips, before saying, “Well, I didn’t know you would be interested, love.” As that sentence - that endearment - left his lips, Sanji’s visible eye went wide. “What- What did you just call me?” He whispered in awe. Zoro cursed. “Fuck. Shit. Sorry. I mean, I called you love, but that doesn’t mean you want to be called that. Especially by me.” He let out an awkward laugh, not meeting Sanji’s eyes.
Sanji thought that wouldn’t do. He gently placed a hand on his cheek, making him turn his head to look at him. As soon as their eyes met, he whispered reverently, “Say it again, please.” Zoro smiled softly. “You’re my love. I’m in love with you, Sanji.”
Sanji gasped, bringing their lips together again, this time softly. They slowly explored each other’s mouths, knowing they could now. When they broke apart, Sanji said, “I love you so much, Zoro. I’m so glad you do too.”
Zoro let out a laugh, this time filled with joy, and Sanji said to himself that, from now on, he would try to make him laugh as much as he could, because he wanted to hear that sound every day for the rest of his life. And what a thought that was.
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Sanji felt Zoro gently take his hands in his and place them on his head, probably to hide the color? He didn’t know. He just knew it was soft, so freaking soft .
He felt Zoro’s swords between them, but he was too worried with Zoro looking at him with that gray eye of his. After the two years spent apart, Zoro had become even more handsome than he was before. And, if Sanji had anything to say about it, he would say the scar on Zoro’s other eye made him look hot , even if he wondered and worried about how he got it.
His train of thought was cut off by Zoro whispering between them, “Please, don’t hate me for this.” How could Sanji ever hate him? He had tried before, but he never succeeded in that. And now, he was glad of that.
As their mouths met, Sanji let out a gasp, Zoro taking it for himself, as if that ounce of air was everything he ever needed.