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zoro roronoa

I'm a whole lot better [CLOSED]

Who: Zoro

serving_love
When: IC 7/19 during the event
Where: Straw Hat Apartments, Occupancy 2
What: Neither Zoro nor Sanji have ever told anyone else in the crew where they spent their two years training. Spirit fox shenanigans are going to force them to find out each other's secret.
Rating/Warning: nothing I can think of, maybe some sensitive topics discussed?

[Zoro has been on the slightest of edges since the day the world glitched around him, and though he still chalks it up to a technology problem inside ViViD, since it happened while he was in the gravity room, Weiss's information makes him wonder. Was he supposed to be in that train tunnel? Was he supposed to die?

And then this place just gets worse on him today, he wasn't sure for a good number of hours but now he's certain there's a weird white fox trailing him around. Only not a real one, no, it's all wispy and shit, and whenever he turns to look at the flitter of white, gauzy movement in his peripheral sight, it darts away, avoiding his eye. He only saw it once for the fox-shape it is, on his way back from the dojo, and though he hurried his pace to get indoors without it and hopefully trap it outside, he's pretty sure he just saw it drift through the kitchen. Dammit.

He is not drunk enough for this.

He hasn't even hardly settled into the couch cushions and he's up again, pacing, trying to see where the ghostly fox went. Maybe he can chase it out? Maybe he can find a fresh bottle of sake in the kitchen while he's at it. Cook's around, though...]

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[oh...right. A cigarette means no more mouth access so...

The hand on his wrist somehow feels intensely more real than ever, so it still takes him a second, but Zoro musters himself and leans over, looming for a moment before shyly brushing his lips against Sanji's cheek. It's definitely not enough, so before the cook can even open his mouth to tease him, Zoro pushes himself up and throws a leg over his lap, trapping him there.

Yes, better. They're really facing each other now, and it's much less awkward for Zoro to make good on the ideas circulating through his head - and ignore the jangling of his nerves. He may be taller, now, but it's so much easier to bend his head and genuinely kiss his comrade.]

[Sanji forces himself to remain steady at the first brush of lips against his cheek, only drawing in a sharp, deep breath through his nose. He might've said something snarky, maybe, but then Zoro surprises him with that move -- he most definitely was not expecting to suddenly have a lap full of marimo, but luckily he doesn't have much time to dwell on it. One brief, wide-eyed look up at Zoro is all he manages before the other man bends down and Sanji finds himself lifting his chin to meet him.

And then his eyes aren't wide anymore, they're sliding shut as he adjusts to the feel of this, the feel of having Zoro's mouth pressed firmly against his own. It was such a whirlwind earlier, but this is so much more deliberate, and thorough, and Sanji ends up tilting his head a little so he can push further into Zoro's space. He has a quick flash of where the hell do I put my hands?! before they seem to come up with an answer on their own and land on Zoro's thighs.

Though that kind of feels like a little too much almost, so he slides them forward, up to Zoro's hips and then lifting from there to grab at his shirt instead. That gives him something to cling to, a way to keep Zoro pulled in close as he continues to kiss him.]

[He's more than fine with hands on his thighs, but tugging at his shirt is good, too. Zoro might have had a good opening move, but it's probably clear after a minute or so that he doesn't have any followup. What little he understands of kissing has already been exhausted and now he's left just sort of holding position, wondering if there's more to this and hoping he's not fucking it up.

He breaks off first but doesn't lean back, holding poised there with the tip of his nose brushing Sanji's cheek, breathing faster. It's only then that he notices where his own hands are, fumbling up the line of buttons on the front of Sanji's shirt. He's not trying to undo them, but his fingers are absently grasping at them as if trying to ground himself somehow.

...oops?]

[Well, Sanji might not have the boatload of experience he acts like he does, but he's at least been kissed before. So he's got some idea of what to do, even if this isn't how he thought he'd be doing it. He almost chases after Zoro when he breaks away, but when he realizes the other man isn't actually going anywhere, he holds his position, too, just sort of hovering there and panting against Zoro's mouth.

He belatedly notices Zoro's hands on his shirt, but only in an absent sort of way. It's enough to send a spike of heat through his gut, and he growls in the back of his throat as he reaches up to thread his fingers into Zoro's hair and draw him back in.]

You pop any shitty buttons off and I'm kicking your ass.

[Is what he murmurs, unthinkingly, as he finds Zoro's mouth again. He's a little more daring this time, lips parting against Zoro's and tongue sneaking out to make things more interesting.]

Eh?

[that's about all he can get out before that mouth is on his again and wow. Zoro has more than once in his life wondered what was so great about kissing that certain people were so obsessed with it. Now he knows. The heat of Sanji's breath against his lips, and then the brush of his tongue...

His eager fingers falter, and then he's looking for something else to grab, groping until one hand slides along Sanji's neck and the other misses and thumps into the couch behind his head. His lips unconsciously mirror Sanji's, going along with the momentum and finding himself rewarded with an all new level of sensation that makes him groan softly in the back of his throat. It's so good he can't stop himself, Zoro threads his fingers up into all that shaggy blond hair and grip tightly, almost begging for more.]

[Forget trying to formulate any sort of reply this time -- that groan does things to Sanji; it sends a thrill up his spine and makes him surge against Zoro, fingers tightening in the man's hair like they're responding to the one in his own. His confidence picks up the longer they're at it, probably because at the same times his thoughts grow fuzzier and more muddled. He's basically been reduced to snatches of yesss and more! and holy shit this is so good what the hell.

There is one stray idea that pokes at the back of his mind the more he finds himself arching up into Zoro. Not that he's exactly unhappy with the position they're in, and it's not like he feels trapped by Zoro's strong thighs or anything, but he just kind of...

He feels like he wants to be more in control. Somehow. Though he's also pretty damn invested in this kissing business and doesn't want to pull away or ruin the moment, not when Zoro's tongue sliding against his is driving him so wonderfully crazy. Still, he lets his hands fall from Zoro's hair, one bracing against the couch and the other dropping and circling around to rest firmly against Zoro's back. Then all it takes is one powerful swivel of Sanji's hips for him to push up, turn, and kind of dump Zoro onto his back on the couch. He uses the hand on the couch for leverage and the one on Zoro to make sure he doesn't go crashing down, and it might not be the smoothest transition but it gets the job done. Sanji barely even has to break contact, he just follows Zoro down, pinning him with his weight and continuing to kiss him without missing a beat.]

[Zoro doesn't even sense it coming before he's thrown over, and though he breaks off for the briefest moment with a startled grunt, it's quickly swallowed up by the resumed kiss, and he immediately decides that he's okay with this. The handful of Sanji's hair was good, but having him fully on top, just like that day, with the freedom to grab for his powerful legs and grope at his hips and flanks is even better. He's forgotten all about ghostly foxes and memories and everything else, his senses are completely consumed with the action of molding his mouth to Sanji's and devouring him entirely.

He's even starting to pick up ideas here and there, mimicking what's done to him, maybe not so expertly but at least he's trying. There's even some accidental teeth in there, scraping along the cook's lower lip. He can't stop himself, one savoring kiss leads to another and another, and as long as Sanji isn't getting off him or pushing away, Zoro won't, either.

Well, mostly. Eventually, Zoro pries himself away just because there's something a little silly in the back of his mind about sitting there kissing all damn day. Not that he doesn't want to, and he could totally keep this up for hours, but there's a small, lingering notion of insecurity deep within, as if he can't believe his awkward confession has led to this. With one arm hooked around Sanji's waist, the other clenched on his hip, lips wet, heart thudding in his chest, Zoro only stops long enough to pant against the cook's mouth. It's like he wants to say something, but the ability to form words has completely left him.]

[Zoro's hands feel like brands on his body, burning straight through his clothing wherever they touch. The groping is a new sensation for him, and he feels like his blood is boiling under his skin, his entire body thrumming as Zoro grabs and explores.

It's probably a good thing that Zoro pauses when he does, because Sanji's getting ridiculously caught up in this and it's maybe not a bad idea to take a step back and let themselves adjust. Probably.

Of course, that's not what he's thinking right now. Even though Zoro breaks away, Sanji still presses another kiss to his mouth, brief and short but there all the same. Then one to his jaw, under his jaw, down to his neck, at which point he slows down, face just sort of mashed against the curve of Zoro's neck and collarbone as he tries to catch his breath. It's enough to finally let some logic and reason slip back in, and yeah, this is...almost overwhelming. This entire day has been one shock after another, not in a bad way, but it's definitely been a lot.

Sanji's hands have somehow ended up down on Zoro's torso, one tangled in his shirt and the other half shoved under his haramaki. He doesn't even remember putting them there, doesn't remember dragging them down Zoro's chest, and it's that thought that has him sharply pulling back and rolling off Zoro onto the floor in one fluid motion. He needs the space, because the heat between their bodies is actually making him go insane, but it's not like he's trying to up and bail on Zoro. Sanji just needs his head to cool down, which apparently means he needs to not be touching Zoro for a damn minute. He sits with his back pressed up against the couch, one leg pulled up against his chest and the other stretched out beneath the coffee table, and draws in several long, deep breaths before finally breaking the silence between them with faint words.]

Jesus fuck.

[...Okay, so his brain is still working up the capacity to form coherent thoughts, but whatever.]

Edited 2016-07-04 13:21 (UTC)

[Hey, he was just starting to enjoy that! Zoro is momentarily taken aback by sudden disappearing cook, but mentally smacks himself for fretting when Sanji doesn't go far. While he doesn't get why he needed to pull away, yet, Zoro gives him his space, restraining himself from reaching over and threading finger through his hair. It's tempting, though.

Instead, he straightens his haramaki and then sits flopped, letting his breathing come back down to normal and tasting his lips in curiosity.]

That...uh. That's not bad.

[master of understatement. Behind that idle comment is the sense that he wants to do it again, often, and then some. A sleeping beast deep inside him has awakened, and Zoro wants to know if there's other things he's been casually dismissing as pointless that he really ought to try out. For now, though, he's prepared to treat the cook with a bit of delicacy - he hasn't connected that vision of the pink island with anything, he wouldn't even begin to guess that it might have had more of an effect than making Sanji spout blood around women, but he remembers past comments about not being interested in men. Obviously, this is something different, and it's working out to his benefit, but as he sits there catching his breath and letting the flush of heat fade from his neck, Zoro resolves to let Sanji set the pace.

At least, he thinks he will. His hands might go wandering all on their own without his permission...]

[He actually wouldn't have minded... The hand in his hair, that is.

As it is, he tips his head back onto the couch, craning his neck to look up at Zoro when he speaks. A chuckle bubbles up out of his throat and he digs a hand into his pocket, searching for that cigarette he said he needed.]

Not bad... Yeah, I guess it wasn't.

[He lights up, which means momentarily bending his head forward again, hair falling into his face, but then he rests back against the couch again with a satisfied exhale of smoke up toward the ceiling.

That really was something. More intense than whatever little experience Sanji has had before, and just...good. His heart is still pounding away, partly from their just finished activities but also because there's a smidgeon of apprehension lodging itself in his chest. He can mostly ignore it for now, but wow.

There's no denying he's really fucking turned on from making out with a man. Even more than he thought he'd be when he gave himself the go-ahead to do this. It's a good thing there's not a mirror in front of him because he'd probably be mortified by his mussed up hair and wrinkled shirt that's still somewhat twisted around his torso.]

Not exactly how I thought this shitty day was gonna go when I woke up this morning, I'll tell you that.

[Which reminds him about his stupid fox and the fact that he has no idea where it is right now. Ugh.]

[That gets a laugh out of Zoro, too - one quick, sharp bark of it before he can control it and reduce it to chuckles.]

Tell me about it. Thought I was gonna get a good spar in, see some friends, take a nap...

[Sparring, derailed by foxes. Nap, obviously not happening. And now all of this? What a day.

There's no sign of the ghost fox at all right now, which is fine by him. Hopefully it's hiding in some kind of den or hole, buried under his dirty laundry, whatever. The less he has to worry about Sanji seeing every stupid thing about himself and his life, the better. After a bit, he sits up and leans forward with his elbows on his knees, bringing himself just a smidge closer to the cook.]

It's okay, right?

[dammit, why can't he be cool about this? He shouldn't need reassurance...]

[Sanji glances back at Zoro again, a little surprised to hear that kind of question coming from him. But after a moment, he grins around his cigarette and reaches back to somewhat awkwardly clasp his hand to Zoro's shin.]

It's okay. We're fine.

[He uses his hold on Zoro for leverage, pushing himself up to his feet and then straightening himself out as he finally notices the state of his clothes. Then he props his hands on his hips and looks down at Zoro, hair still a mess.]

We could still spar. Or I could make us dinner.

[The burst of feeling in his chest, at that, almost takes his breath away. We're fine. It's better than any of his best-case scenarios, most of which he imagined still ending with a foot to his face. Zoro steels his face back into something a little less stunned and heaves a sigh.]

Sparring's out until those damn foxes go away. They run around too close, it's too easy for one of us to step on one and then we're down for the count again. Dinner, though...

[he is always up for dinner]

[Makes a face.]

Shit, right. Those things are such a pain in the ass... Okay then. Uh.

[His hands slip into his pockets now, shoulders hunching just a touch.]

You want anything in particular?

[It shouldn't feel weird to ask him that, because it's not like he never has before, but for some reason Sanji feels like he suddenly doesn't know how to act around Zoro.

Even though he just said they're fine.

Which they are, really, but.

Goddammit, he feels ridiculous again. No, everything's cool. Smooth sailing. He blows upward at his bangs in exasperation at himself, then looks expectantly at Zoro.]

[watches the fidgeting, wondering but then leaving it be. This is more like what he would have expected, but it's still not bad. Awkward cook is kind of appealing...]

Hadn't really thought about it. Uh. Donburi?

[he already had onigiri for lunch so...]

I dunno. Whatever you've got, you know I'll eat it.

[Sanji feels his face go warm at that, which is stupid because it wasn't even a compliment. For fuck's sake, get a grip. Zoro basically just said "I eat food!".

He clears his throat.]

Yeah, alright. I can do that.

[But then he pauses before taking a step, giving his path to the kitchen a pointed look.]

Am I clear?

Huh? [RIGHT FOXES. Damn them. Zoro cranes his neck to try to see past Sanji into the kitchen, and then gets up to go and inspect it for himself. Fortunately, as he's poking around, he happens to catch a glimpse of whispy white out of the corner of his good eye - the little jerk eludes him and runs the other way down the hall.]

...yeah, you're good. This shit's gonna get old before today is even over.

[Lets out a noisy sigh as he ambles over.]

Fuck, no kidding.

[His fox chooses that moment to hop up onto the counter, and Sanji swats a hand at it as he walks by which makes it scamper away again.]

Grab us another bottle of sake, I'll have the food ready in a minute.

[he gathers by that gesture exactly which direction Sanji's fox might be, so Zoro carefully gives the invisible thing a wide berth as he sidles past into the kitchen]

You're more than stocked up, good. I have a feeling we're gonna need it.

[although, you know, there were no foxes around while they were in close personal contact, so hey - possible strategy to avoid memory-swaps while getting other benefits?]

[Certainly a strategy worth experimenting with!]

'Course I'm stocked up. You expect anything less?

[Please, marimo.

Anyway. A-cookin' he goes!]

[that gets a small chuckle out of him, as he goes to find the sake and appraise it for quality. Better safe than sorry, with foxes around, Zoro decides to just hang out in the kitchen and quietly watch Sanji cook. No sense in risking memories just to wander around, right? He's got everything he needs right here, anyway.]

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