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[It didn't matter where the rest of the crew had gotten to, Sanji was sure they were okay. They were with Luffy, right? And Luffy would look after them. He and the stupid marimo had their own problems now.

Stupid marimo indeed, getting lost and necessitating someone to hunt him down. They had been ambushed just as Sanji found him, and while it didn't seem like too tough a fight, the huge friggin' dinosaur-dragon-thing that decided to crash the party only made it worse. Both they and their foes scattered, and after a few too many hits, they realized the only way to get out with their lives was to run and hole up until it got tired of hunting and wandered off.

That's how they came to be in this cave, at least. Behind a waterfall, no less.

Sanji hid his limp as he prowled to the back of the damn space echoing with the roar of the falls. It was drier and quieter further back, though it cut off a significant portion of daylight. He had his lighter, at least, and dug it out to give them a quick burst of light. Hmm, nothing dangerous in here. Good.]

C'mon, let's make ourselves comfortable. We might be here a while.

[ow, his side. He hisses and lets the light flicker out for the moment, hiding his painful wince.]

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[he was blushing. Why was he blushing? What was that supposed to mean? Zoro didn't get it. Urgh. Whatever. Forget it. He scoffs trying to cover up the sudden flustered feeling]

What, you need me cook?

[it had been meant as a joke but it falls flat and he realizes the moment it's out of his mouth how it sounds. Shit. How to recover from it? Shit shit shit. He can't just back out or it'd look like he said it seriously]

[Of course he does, but he's not going to say so. Sanji bites back a startled reaction, his eyes going to Zoro and then quickly away with a whip of his head around. He'll stare at the fire instead, to keep his reaction from being too obvious.]

More like you need me.

[It's grumbled under his breath. Still defensive. He's trying to ignore the truth, that they need each other right now, probably in more ways than one.]

[For some reason it's a little hard to breathe. The reaction isn't the easiest to read but... something dances on the edge of his senses. An opportunity. A moment. It could be great-- or it could go to shit but...

He'll take the consequences either way. He swallows hard and looks away himself, absently palming Wado's hilt, rubbing his thumb restlessly against the pommel.

Quietly, his own face heating he says:]

Yeah.

[the only time he was going to admit it. Take it and be satisfied. Then... since he was already started in that direction]

I want to touch you.

[it was almost exhilarating to say it out loud, but the kind where you weren't sure if you'd meet the blade or it would cut you. Either way was fine. He'd dealt with wounds before]

[Sanji's head whips back toward him, his visible eye wide. Did he seriously...?

His heart is hammering in his chest, he's aware of it rather suddenly, and has to take a deep breath before it thumps right up into his throat. He stares at Zoro for a long time, puzzling out that declaration, and then eases himself back down to his seat, resting his back against the wall. His gaze falls to his hands in his lap.]

What. What do you mean?

[Yes, more information, before he can really respond. Give himself time to think...]

What do you think I mean, dartboard?!

[what kind of question was that?! Instead of being hit or cut his opponents sword had turned into a quivering noodle and what the hell was he supposed to do with it?!]

I don't know what you mean!

[yes, the best way to counter is more yelling]

You just come out and say something like that a time like this, what am I supposed to do with it? What, do you want to pat me on the head or do you want to...to...

[he waves his hand in a vague gesture, even as his face heats up more than before. There's a lot that can be covered under touching and some of it sure is worth the flush, given the mental images arising now.]

Why the hell would I want to pat you on the head?! Why would anyone want to pat you on the head?! If I wanted to pat you on the damned head I wouldn't have said anything!

Then just do it! What, do you need my permission or something?!

[whoa where did that come from? Too late, it's out there. The force of Sanji's shout strains his side enough to make him double over right there, resting his forehead on the cool cave floor, trying to catch his breath. Fucking injuries.]

[watches him concerned but he'll be fine. It'll take more than a few busted ribs to bring Sanji down. Still-- fuck.

He drags a frustrated hand through his hair]

Just do it. What the hell kind of thing is that to say? Do you really have no idea what I'm talking about?

[because the ideas of him just touching Sanji wherever he wants and Sanji being okay with all of it just don't mesh in his head.]

[he finally lifts his head, glowering at Zoro.]

I can probably hazard a few guesses, but I never wouldn't have thought you...

[Well, no, there had been some near-misses. He sometimes caught himself watching the moss-brain work out and had to pull himself away from the distracting sight. But there's a lot he still doesn't know about Zoro, what he's into, what he wants, what he can do if he had the freedom to. So, Sanji simply pushes himself back up and sits staring at him across the cave, daring him with his eyes to show him what he's capable of.]

[Zoro is, on occasion, struck with flashes of intuition. Mostly he's as obtuse as a sack of rocks. Unfortunately this time is the latter since he can't get what Sanji is trying to say but gets that it's something. He's glaring at him in a challenging way but what's that mean?

He wants to ask "wouldn't have thought him" what? But that would be just a side track and confusing so he'll just ask straight out]

Do you want me to touch you or not?

[because if not, to hell with it. He wasn't that kind of person]

[Damn thick-headed marimo dumbshit...]

Touch me how?

[There, that's an easy enough question.]

[erierejr Why does he have to say it out loud? Why did Sanji say it was okay if he didn't even know what it was?! He was the pervert, so shouldn't he know?! Then again he seemed to be the most unsuccessful pervert Zoro had seen so maybe not.

Anyway it just-- he couldn't-- It was one thing to do it but another thing to say it and he'd already said enough and

furthermore-]

Forget it. You're just for women right?

[and that's as much he'll hint at it and if Sanji doesn't get the hint then he's a dumb as-- as-- he's an idiot]

[....oh. Oh.

Sanji's immediate instinct is to say yes, but he doesn't. He shifts around, sitting back and folding his legs, and turns it over in his head.

Why isn't he agreeing with the shitty swordsman? Why can't he open his mouth and make there be words? He looks up at Zoro standing over him, all shirtless and wrapped in makeshift bandages, and feels like the answer isn't so clear-cut after all.

What really sticks with him is that, despite his fantasies and desires, he hadn't enjoyed the touch of a woman in any capacity in...so, so long. And yet, here's Zoro, offering something no woman had. Geez. How confusing.

He blinks a few times as that thought circles around his head.]

...you...you really want me like that?

. . .

Yes.

[he really wants to add you circle browed dumbfuck to the end of that but this conversation is already irritating enough. So he'll just stand there, arms folded and looking away as he grumpily wonders if he really wants to touch anyone or anything ever again if this is the kind of pain in the ass thing it's going to turn into.]

[excuse him a moment, he needs to process.

He'd always figured Zoro to be uninterested in that sort of thing, entirely, but now he's questioning everything he's ever assumed, about both of them. Those hands on his legs were pretty nice, and it occurs to Sanji that Zoro treated his weapons with the same care and tenderness as his own swords. He wouldn't mind a little more of that. Someone who actually cared...

He shakes his head slowly in disbelief, and then pushes himself to his feet. It takes mere seconds to cross the space between them, and then he's standing before Zoro, trying to catch his eyes again.]

I don't get it.

[let's be clear on that, first of all]

But you're certain. This isn't just...this isn't messing around.

[fuck he was close. Zoro didn't back away from anything but it was tough to be this close and Sanji being right there and asking questions. Why did they have to go through the questions? Why couldn't Sanji just say yes or no and Zoro could do it or forget about it? It didn't have to be complicated. Sanji always made everything ten times more complicated than it needed to be.

But then...]

You want to say that last part again?

[trying not to be as angry as he felt but what the hell kind of statement was that? As if Zoro had ever jerked him around like this. As if he wouldn't take something like this as seriously as he took everything else. Did Sanji really think that he'd be that much of an asshole? Because if so it really wasn't worth it in the long run]

[His eyes close for a moment]

Never mind. Forget it.

[It wasn't even really a question, he was just verifying for himself that this wasn't a joke - because no matter what kind of person he knows Zoro to be, he's still afraid, defensive, walls ten thousand meters high. His own feelings are jerking him around, his expectations at war with the urge to throw himself at Zoro and let come what may.

So when Sanji moves, it's tentative yet. He lifts a hand and rests it on Zoro's chest, easing himself into the idea like stepping into a too-hot bath one toe at a time.]

[well that doesn't make his heart jerk out of his chest or anything. And what the hell is this? He'd been talking about touching Sanji, not Sanji touching him. It was going to be hard enough to keep his cool without that damn hand everywhere and what did it mean? That he could do it? Well Sanji had said he could but did he really know what--]

You're a confusing son of a bitch, you know that?

[and he lightly rests a hand on the small of Sanji's back, not pulling him forward or anything, just keeping it there, resisting the impulse to rub the groove of Sanji's spine with his thumb or pull his shirt out and slide his hand against the warm skin underneath]

Just shut up before I change my mind.

[Though, there's something in his tone that suggests it's merely an idle threat. He wavers a little closer as if prodded by the hand on his back, his own hand sliding all the way up Zoro's thick neck and behind his ear. They're nearly the same height, he realizes, as he leans in, but it's harder than he thought to just let go and kiss the damn marimo. He's close, though, and his tongue peeks out to wet his lips.]

Think you can manage not to damage my ribs?

[aehreire ah shit that felt good. Too good. The Sanji touching him thing was not going to work because already his body was alive again, hyper aware, sensitive to every touch and Sanji's face being so damn close and that tongue... hell. It was a much as he could do to keep breathing. What was this a kiss? Was that was what expected here? He didn't at any point say anything about kissing. Kissing was six miles past what he originally had intended. But now that he was here he couldn't figure out a way to turn around.

Fuck.

Sanji was saying something. A question. Too much else to focus on then to ask him to repeat it so]

Yeah, sure...

[he'd figure out what it meant when it came to it. But first...completing this. Hell. He hadn't-- He'd never really-- But it would be fine if he moved on instinct right? And instinct wanted him to move forward-- so he did. Pressing his mouth against Sanji's lightly and trying to ignore the sensation of everything tightening.

Now-- just-- where the hell to go from here. Pull back? Keep on? Tongue? Was he ready for that? How could anyone be ready for that? He had to do something soon or Sanji was going to know something was up.

But what?]

[Well that was the saddest kiss in the history of ever. Though, Sanji isn't entirely surprised, and breaks it off first with the smallest, driest chuckle.]

You idiot. You don't even know what you want, do you?

[Nope, not surprised. Moss-brain probably never has kissed anyone before, let alone anything else - he assumes, even if his assumptions have been wrong so far today. Sanji leans against him, mindful of his injuries, and drops his head onto Zoro's good shoulder in an expression of exasperation.]

Shitty swordsman.

I said I wanted to touch you! I didn't say anything about kissing! You're the one that brought that up so shut the hell up and let me touch you or not already!

[okay well he probably shouldn't have shouted it but his face was red and his ears were burning and he wasn't sure what he was doing with anything anymore except for the one thing he wanted to do and Sanji was laughing at him about it. Though leaning against him, that was good. So Zoro just keeps a hand splayed on the small of his back to keep him there while he tries to calm down and think of some way to--

to--

to something]

[finally he manages to huff]

What is it you want?

[because figuring that out would really help things along.

. . . He hoped]

Oho. Marimo isn't as suave as he thinks he is...

[Sanji lifts his head and fixes him with a certain look.]

I'm not a toy you can pet. You wanna do something with me, it's going to be good for both of us and not just you. And I need a little more than just a hand on my dick to get going, especially since you're not a lady. [beat] I need more than just a touch.

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