Chapter 8

Sanji could scarcely believe it. Zoro was standing at his door. Zoro himself. After six months with little communication, here he was, safe and sound, and tall and shaggy. Also a bit soaked. It took Sanji several moments to realize that Zoro had been standing in front of his door, soaking wet with a huge backpack for about a minute and a half, his amusement growing the longer Sanji was deprived of words.

"Uh…" Sanji muttered. "Oh, shit, come in," he stumbled, allowing Zoro inside. "Is it raining? Let me take that." Zoro merely smiled and allowed him to take his backpack. "How did you get here? Did it take long? You must be tired. I'll make some tea. Or do you want to take a bath? A shower? A hot shower? What about food, have you eaten?"

Zoro turned to look at him. Wordlessly, he took a seat at the kitchen counter and just smiled at Sanji for a moment.

"What?" Sanji asked, nervously. He had a brief fear that Zoro might be disappointed to see him again after six months, and find he'd imagined Sanji to be somehow more handsome or cool than he really was.

Zoro grinned. He didn't look mocking; in fact he looked really happy. "I haven't eaten," he replied.

Sanji's heart fluttered. Even his voice seemed deeper. "Oh…sure…" He hung up Zoro's backpack in the closet, then walked briskly over to the sink, rolling up his sleeves to wash his hands. "Anything you'd like in particular?"

"You."

Sanji blushed and whirled around. "What?"

Zoro smirked for a moment, and then said, "No, I changed my mind. I'd like to take a shower."

"Uh…sure…" Sanji mumbled, and continued washing his hands, assuming he was just hearing things. "I'll have something ready for you when you get out then."

"Sanji."

"Hm?"

"I want to take a shower."

"Sure, go ahead."

"Sanji."

"Yeah?"

Zoro was smiling again. Sanji turned to look at him in confusion, but at the suggestive nature in Zoro's smile, he started to put it together. He went bright red. "You want…" he murmured.

Without speaking, Zoro rose and walked around the counter to Sanji. He gently took his hand. Then he led him silently to the bathroom. Sanji's heart wouldn't stop pounding. Zoro was so handsome, it was making his head go all fuzzy, and his body feel hot. Zoro brought them into the bathroom and closed the door. Then he faced Sanji. His smile had faded a bit.

Zoro took Sanji's cheek in his hand. Unconsciously, Sanji's eyes fluttered and his cheeks reddened. "Sanji…" Zoro murmured, softly. "Is it okay that I'm here?"

Sanji blinked in surprise. "Okay? Zoro…" he started blushing again. "I've been on tenterhooks all day, wondering if you would really come here. I'm so happy I'm shaking, can't you tell?"

Zoro's expression intensified. All at once, he wrapped Sanji in his arms and buried his face in Sanji's neck. Sanji felt like crying. He returned Zoro's hug with equal fervor. "Sanji…" Zoro murmured against his skin.

Sanji shivered, his fingers tightening into Zoro's clothing. Zoro slowly lifted his head and they gazed at one another for a moment. Zoro took Sanji's cheek in his hand again, and came so close their lips were nearly touching, all the while gazing deeply into Sanji's eyes. Sanji wove his hands in Zoro's hair, and closed the last few centimeters between his and Zoro's lips.

He felt like an electric shock went through him, and felt a quick intake of breath from Zoro. All the strength in his body seemed to melt away. Zoro's arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him ever closer, ever tighter against him. Sweet kisses gradually became more passionate ones. Zoro pushed Sanji up against the bathroom door and desperately tried to make up the last year with kisses.

Sanji gasped for breath, hardly able to pull himself away from kisses so intense he couldn't think. Nevertheless, his body moved for itself as he began pulling Zoro's clothes off him. Zoro returned the favor by unbuttoning Sanji's shirt and passionately groping his chest. A sigh of pleasure ached from Sanji's lips.

They broke away for a moment to quickly undress completely, then Zoro yanked Sanji into the shower. Tepid water washed over them for a moment, then grew temperate. Zoro grabbed Sanji's face in both hands and drowned him in kisses.

Sanji was trembling and barely able to stand. At last, Zoro stopped for breath, and held Sanji against him. Despite the haziness in his mind, Sanji could feel Zoro's hardness touching his own. He blushed. Then he reached over and grabbed a bar of body wash. He ran it slowly across Zoro's chest, experimenting touching his new, even thicker muscles.

Zoro was breathing hard. "Sanji…" he murmured. Then he grabbed Sanji's wrist, causing him to let the soap fall to the floor. "I don't have the strength to go slowly now. Sorry, just bear with me for a minute, then I'll spend all night dragging pleasure out of you."

Sanji's breath halted. He didn't even have time to react, when Zoro slammed him up against the tile wall, devouring his mouth once again. But this time, his hips thrust against Sanji's, and in a moment his hand wrapped around both his own and Sanji's penises. A moan slipped from Sanji's lips into Zoro's mouth. To be honest, Sanji had been fighting the urge to do just what Zoro was doing now. He didn't want to give Zoro the impression that he was weak to pleasure or anything. Although at the moment, he was beyond caring.

Zoro's large hand moved smoothly and skillfully. He coaxed sweet moans out of Sanji. Sanji couldn't believe how turned on he was. Just thinking Zoro was touching him sent chills up his spine and heat to his crotch.

"Sanji…" Zoro was moaning. Sanji shivered at the rumbling of his deep voice against his skin. "I've wanted to do this for so long…"

Sanji could hardly speak. Eventually, he managed, "Zoro…" It was at that moment that Zoro pressed his thumb to Sanji's frenulum. "Ahh, shit I'm not going to last long…" Sanji breathed next to Zoro's ear.

"Sanji," Zoro whispered, gazing intensely at him. "Show me," he pleaded softly.

Sanji blushed deeply, but he was too close to stop now. Both Sanji's hands rested against Zoro's chest for balance, and more and more he leaned his weight against him. Zoro's grip strengthened and Sanji felt pleasant moans being squeezed out of him. Finally he happened to glance up at Zoro's slightly parted lips and the deep color of his cheeks. Once he caught a glimpse of the intense expression in Zoro's eyes, he couldn't hold back anymore.

Sanji dug his fingers into Zoro's chest. "Zoro!" he cried, throwing his head back.

Zoro gritted his teeth. "Sanji!" he gasped.

At almost the same time, they covered each other's chests in cum. They panted for a moment, but while they were still coming down, Zoro grabbed Sanji in a tight hug, as if he was afraid he'd suddenly fly away. He kissed Sanji's hair like a friendly dog, still breathless. Sanji's whole body was tingling. He rested his weight against Zoro and breathed in the smell of the water on his skin.

Eventually, Zoro briefly parted from Sanji to pick up the soap, and used it to clean the cum from Sanji's chest. Still half-hard, Sanji meekly allowed Zoro to wash his whole body, from the backs of his ears to in between his toes. Then he took the soap from Zoro and did the same favor. However, Sanji felt he might have taken a little longer. His fingers were hesitant to leave Zoro's tan, muscular form, and often he stroked certain areas for much longer than he needed to. Eventually they finished washing and rinsing, and together stepped out of the shower.

They didn't bother getting dressed again and headed straight into the bedroom without any words passed between them. Sanji closed the door behind them, and then he finally took a good look at Zoro. Zoro smiled gently back at him, accepting of his appraisal if a little shy.

Zoro's hair, which before had been military-short, was now swept back a bit, but long enough to show his slight natural curl. His eyebrows and eyelashes seemed fuller, giving him a more dark and masculine appearance. Somehow his cheekbones and jaw line both seemed more pronounced. Less puppy fat. Yet his lips seemed fuller and more sultry. It could not be denied that overall he had definitely become more handsome. He looked like a grown-up, Sanji remarked to himself.

Which was to say nothing of his body. That had always been fairly grown-up, but now especially, Sanji felt frail compared to him. Zoro had muscle everywhere. It was true he had gotten slightly bigger, but it was mostly that he had more definition now. All these changes were subtle, Sanji probably would not have noticed if he'd watched them happening. In a way he wished he had, but he was far from disapproving.

"You changed so much in six months," Sanji said, with a hint of regret.

Zoro's smile vanished. "You don't like it?"

Sanji chuckled. "I can't imagine liking anything more. I mean, obviously if you had somehow managed to grow long hair or breasts…"

Zoro rewarded that statement with a bonk on the head. "I grew out my damn hair, so shut the fuck up."

Sanji blinked, still rubbing his head a bit. "That's right…you mean, you did that because of what I said back then?"

Zoro went bright red and averted his gaze. Sanji's heart skipped a beat; Zoro blushing now was even more adorable than when he had been slightly less grown-up. He turned away, ruffling his hair self-consciously. "It doesn't matter. I'll get it cut tomorrow."

"Don't," Sanji said, and hugged him from behind. "It's really cute."

Zoro huffed to hide his shyness. "Men don't like being called cute. "

Sanji kissed the back of Zoro's neck. "Deal with it. And don't you dare cut it."

Zoro slowly covered Sanji's hand which was resting on his chest. He sighed. "I almost forgot the feeling of your skin," he said, softly.

Sanji's chest ached. "I know. My fantasies don't hold a candle to the real thing. Hehe."

Zoro paused for a moment. "Sanji."

"Hm?" Sanji asked, nuzzling his neck.

"Were you with anybody since we've seen each other?"

Sanji flinched. He cringed, knowing that response would immediately incriminate him with Zoro. "Well…now…" Zoro turned around, gazing at him suspiciously. "I never pursued anybody. That's absolutely true. But, okay…there was this girl…"

He saw Zoro's eyes grow cold and eventually turn away. The worst thing was that Sanji didn't see any surprise in that expression. As if Zoro never expected Sanji to be faithful in the first place.

Sanji felt angered and grasped Zoro's shoulders. "I walked her home when she was drunk and she stuck her tongue down my throat. But I used every ounce of my self-restraint to shake her off and went home." Zoro's gaze returned to him at that. "That was four months ago. Since then my only friend has been my hand. AV's don't even turn me on anymore, I just keep…well…"

He thought he saw a smirk twitch at Zoro's face. "Yeah?"

"I…just…" Sanji sighed in exasperation. "I just jack off to you, ok, you nosey bastard?!"

Zoro's joyful expression returned. "I'm really glad to hear that."

Saying this, Zoro promptly picked up Sanji under the arms and tossed him on the bed. Sanji briefly protested and then Zoro covered his body with his own. He looked deep into Sanji's eyes, and his gaze almost took Sanji's breath away.

"Before I met you, or at least before I became aware of you this way, I masturbated maybe once or twice a month," Zoro said.

"A month?!" Sanji cried in disbelief. "When I was your age it was more like once or twice a day! Are you a monk?!"

"After you, I had to stop myself getting turned on multiple times a day." Sanji blushed. "I'd be thinking of you in school, just praying it would go down before any teachers called on me." Sanji swallowed, and felt his cock immediately spring back to life. Zoro was ahead of him. "One time it happened while I was in a movie theater," he confessed in a sultry whisper, leaning down so his lips brushed against Sanji's ear. "It was dark, so I just got up and went to the bathroom. I came so hard in a public place while thinking of you. It took me nearly a quarter of an hour to clean all the cum off of the wall."

Sanji couldn't resist the moan that escaped him, imagining Zoro's face as he came, and it was then that Zoro captured his mouth yet again. Sanji whined against his mouth, thrust his hips against Zoro's.

Zoro gasped as he freed his lips briefly. "Sanji, I've been dreaming of you for a year. Wanting to do this even before that. Tell me…can I fuck you?"

Sanji shuddered. His pride had slipped away long ago. He couldn't deny Zoro anything right now. Hesitantly, he nodded. Zoro flushed and then dove back down to take Sanji's lips again.

Eventually, while his hands were stoking Sanji's body all over with abandon, Zoro managed to disentangle his lips long enough to ask in a husky voice, "Do you have anything we could use for lube?"

Sanji nodded and pointed to a drawer in his bedside table, unwilling to stop kissing long enough to speak. But Zoro licked the roof of his mouth and then looked up to pull out the drawer, which contained lube and condoms. He frowned.

"Are you sure you haven't been seeing anyone?" he asked with suspicion.

Sanji shook his head with a blush. "I bought them two days ago, when you said you'd be coming home."

Zoro's lips parted a bit. Then he swallowed. Without waiting for permission, he grabbed Sanji by the waist and flipped him over so he was on all fours. Sanji went red with embarrassment, since Zoro now had a perfect view of his ass. "You…that's…" he murmured in distress. But then Zoro did something that stopped his words again.

From the corner of his eye Sanji saw Zoro approach, but he didn't quite believe it until a hot, wet tongue gave his asshole a deep lick.

"Ahh!" Sanji cried, shivering.

Normally taciturn Zoro was licking Sanji mercilessly, and at length he finally stuck his tongue deep inside. Sanji's back arched with a moan. He'd had girls finger him once or twice, but no one had ever stuck their tongue inside him before. He never guessed how good it would feel. Or maybe it was just because it was Zoro doing it. He bit his lip to hold back more indecent moans.

Once Zoro had his fill of licking, he reached for the lube and let it drip down Sanji's hole and over his balls. Sanji sighed sweetly again. Then Zoro began his attack in earnest, first rubbing Sanji's hole gently with one finger, then using the extra lube to smoothly stroke Sanji's cock. Then he slipped the first finger inside.

Sanji panted heavily, savoring the sensation. It was good when he'd done it before with women. It was not surprising that Zoro's fingers alighted even more heat and pleasure from his body. Sanji was waiting for Zoro to find it, his prostate. Zoro flexed his finger a few times, then began to move it around, and sure enough…

"Ahh!" Sanji cried, both his hips and cock twitching.

He heard an animalistic grunt from Zoro, and then a second finger added inside him. There was a brief flash of pain, but as Zoro stroked his cock, thoughts of pain faded. He felt his muscles loosening, and his lower half started to feel weak. In spite of himself, the longer Zoro teased him, the more he was beginning to crave Zoro inside him. He didn't notice as his hips began to move lustfully against Zoro's fingers.

Zoro added a third finger. By now, Sanji wasn't feeling much pain, mostly just numbness, and a dull but powerful pleasure aching through his whole body. He was starting to take leave of his senses. Zoro dug his fingers inside Sanji up to the knuckle. The depth and intensity made Sanji arch his back and let out a gasping cry. He almost collapsed against the bed, but Zoro held his hips up, so he merely fell onto his chest, breathing hard.

"Sanji," Zoro murmured, surprisingly nearly as breathless himself. "Can I put it in?"

Sanji panted, unable to speak for a moment, and still overwhelmed with the feeling of Zoro's fingers inside him. "Ahh…" he cried, trying to speak. "Zoro…please…"

Before he could think, Zoro dragged his fingers out of him and slowly eased the tip of his cock inside. Sanji gasped, unable to hold back a moan. The feeling was even better that his fingers, and the knowledge that it was Zoro inside him made him melt with pleasure. They both got used to the feeling for a moment, then Zoro slowly pushed himself further inside. There were a few moments of discomfort, but when they faded the pleasure was even more powerful. Then Zoro began to move.

"Ahh…ah…ah…" Sanji cried, his whole body twitching with every one of Zoro's powerful thrusts. His vision started going blurry. His mind went completely blank, all he could think about was this intense pleasure.

Zoro gradually started grunting and growling like an animal, and his fingers tightened on Sanji's hips. "S-…San…ji…!" he managed, though clearly straining to speak. "It's…too good…what…the fuck…is with you!"

Sanji starting crying out loudly with every thrust. At length, Zoro grabbed both his wrists and pulled him up like a horse. Sanji's voice grew more desperate. "Good…Zoro…!" he cried. "So…good…!"

Zoro seemed at his limit, and he began pounding Sanji at an incredible speed. Sanji was losing it. Drool dripped down the corner of his mouth and his eyes rolled back.

"C-…cumming…!" Sanji cried.

"Sanji!" Zoro grunted loudly.

Sanji could swear he felt heat pour into his belly, and then his orgasm ravaged him with painful pleasure. His wavering voice eventually petered out, and his cock and asshole finally finished twitching. The pleasure slowly faded, and with it, all the strength in his muscles. And finally, his consciousness. He collapsed into the blankets, already dead asleep.

About a half hour later, Sanji felt himself slowly returning to consciousness. He blinked, blearily. When his vision focused, he saw Zoro before him, apparently asleep. Sanji was currently wrapped in his arms. He blinked with surprise, his memory coming back to him. Then he started to blush. He couldn't believe he'd passed out after sex! How embarrassing!

Zoro seemed to notice him stirring. His dark eyes opened. He smiled sweetly at Sanji. "How are you feeling?" he asked him, in that damned sexy voice of his.

Sanji was still blushing. "Fine…"

Zoro stretched his arms out briefly while they were still around Sanji. "I was a bit worried. I thought I might have hurt you."

"No…" Sanji murmured.

"Good," Zoro said, smiling. "So how was I? Technically that would be my second time ever, first time topping. I'd appreciate some constructive criticism."

Sanji's blush didn't seem likely to fade for a while. Constructive criticism? What the hell was he supposed to criticize? Zoro had done nothing to hurt or turn him off. More than that, he'd made him cum so hard he passed out. Sanji had never done that before. What was he supposed to do? Lie and make something up? He couldn't possibly bear the shame of telling the truth. Maybe less was more in this case.

"Not bad," Sanji said simply, avoiding Zoro's gaze.

Zoro smiled again. Then he yawned. "You should go back to sleep. If you were tired enough to just pass out like that you should have said something. I don't mind."

"No…it's…" Sanji muttered, awkwardly. "Well…don't worry about it. I don't want to sleep while you're here. Are you staying here tonight or seeing Nee-chan?"

"I saw Robin before I came here. We had dinner. I knew you'd rather I was a dutiful son than a sex-crazed teenager." He chuckled a bit.

Sanji smiled in spite of himself. "You are a dutiful son. And you're right, I'm glad you saw her first. Now you can stay the night."

Zoro kissed Sanji's forehead. "I'll stay here the whole time, if you like. I can visit Robin during the day. Which is why…" With that, he pulled Sanji closer against him, so Sanji's head was resting on his shoulder. "…we don't need to rush. Go on and sleep."

Sanji's eyes really did feel heavy. He started to acquiesce, resting his head against Zoro's arm and shoulder. Zoro smiled and snuggled him closer. "I've always wanted to fall asleep with you in my arms."

Sanji's heart felt ready to burst with happiness. "Wake me if you wake up first," he mumbled. "I'll make crepes."

Sanji felt Zoro smile, and kiss his hair again.