ZoSan: The Flower

Chapter 43 - Zoro*

A/N: As a reminder, chapters with a * in the title, like this one, will contain more mature content than just language. Enjoy!

It'd been more than three days of hell. Three days, with today being the fourth, and he could still barely walk and breathe at the same time. Sanji had been great, eagerly helping as much as he could, but Zoro was ready for it all to be done. To get full control of his body back.

He was even beginning to get a very slight pudge around his navel, for crying out loud! No one else would be able to tell, probably, but Zoro knew his body. And it was really no wonder. Months of having that stupid flower in his chest had already weakened him, and by the time he'd left, Luffy could've done the same workouts he was doing. And then the surgery had weakened him further.

It wasn't that he regretted it, per se, but he did kind of wonder if he'd be stronger now if he hadn't had the surgery. He was even beginning to wonder if he would maybe be healed by now. Sanji hadn't said anything specific to indicate growing feelings. But Zoro had caught the blond looking at him with a soft gaze that Zoro could only describe as adoration, especially after their makeout sessions.

And the cook almost never left his side anymore. He'd talked Zoro into sitting in the galley while he cooked meals (which Zoro didn't mind, since it gave him ample opportunity to stare at Sanji's ass and marvel over those delicate looking hands as they deftly completed task after task). When Zoro had tried to meditate, Sanji had sat quietly next to him, trying it, too. (The meditation hadn't worked, but the kissing it had turned into had been nice.) Sanji'd even switched bunks with Brook so he could be closer to Zoro 'in case he needs help with anything at night'.

All of which was great, except that when it combined with a lack of exercise and a decrease of booze, it meant that Zoro's lower half had way too much energy. Zoro had been trying to hide and will away more and more boners, and it was getting harder to do.Which is why, when he woke up from a nap with a hard-on and no one else in the room, he decided to once again pursue the cheap release that was jerking off.

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It didn't take long to imagine Sanji's hands in his hair, tugging softly like he had that day on the deck. Sanji's mouth on his own, kissing hard like he had the day after surgery. Zoro's hand began to move under his loose pants, the friction drawing more images to his mind.

Sanji pushed him against the wall, kissing him hard, that purr in his voice again when he pulled away. "You like this, don't you? You like when I get a little rough with you?" Sanji's lips moved away from his, kissing and nipping across his jaw, then down to his neck "How rough do you want me to get, Zoro?"

Zoro shuddered at the way the other said his name. "Sanji..." He managed to get out, but the feel of those soft lips on his neck damn near rendered him incoherent already.

"Do you want me to bite you? Leave marks right here," the blond kissed the junction between Zoro's neck and shoulder to indicate where he meant, " for everyone to see? Suck hard enough so the bruises last for weeks while I pull that pretty hair of yours?"

Zoro gasped a "Please," not realizing he'd said it out loud.

Sanji's hand, that strong, delicate hand snaked between them even as he did exactly as he'd offered, latching onto Zoro's neck, his other hand still tangled forcefully into Zoro's hair. He felt that hand brush his abs, then almost absently circle his navel. It slid over the haramaki before those long fingers began tugging at the waistband of his pants. Too soft, too slow. Too gentle. And then it was that hand, not his own, that was circling his cock and thumbing the slit and roughly pumping, pumping, pumping while the other hand tugged his head back to give the blond more access to Zoro's neck.