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Before he dropped out of college, a professor once told Zoro to find what he was good at and make a career out of it. And as he found out in his late teens and early twenties, Zoro was surprisingly good at sex.

He didn't remember exactly who first recommended he get into adult films, an old lover or comment on a particularly attractive social media post, but once he heard it, Zoro decided to pursue it. What started as posting amateur videos onto porn sites, turned into him getting a manager to book him better and better jobs.

Now he was here, working for an exclusively queer production company that made adult films celebrating queer love and sex for queer viewers. The hours and coworkers were great, as was the pay and safety precautions.

“No,” Zoro said, sliding the contract back across the table to his manager, Mihawk. Mihawk, who had his own successful porn career in his younger years, had been representing Zoro for over two years. And truthfully, Zoro respected Mihawk, for both his knowledge of the industry and his wisdom in deciding the direction of Zoro's career.

“I'm sure I don't have to tell you that this is a very good deal.”

“I'm not fucking some straight guy to save his drowning career. Isn't that against everything we stand for?”

“ Okay, first of all,” this was from Nami who was talking through speaker phone. She couldn't be here for this meeting in person because she was currently in Cancún filming on location for one of Robin and Franky's films. “ This is my company and I say what is or isn't against our principles. And secondly, this was his idea so I'm sure he's not entirely straight .”

“He's never been with a man,” Zoro pointed out.

“And at some point, neither had you,” Mihawk countered.

“That's different and you know it.” Zoro was convinced of that. He could easily call to mind being sixteen and liking the way his math teacher’s ass looked in his dress pants. Hell, he'd made a career out of pounding whatever twink he shared a set with into a moaning mess.

“ At least watch one of his videos before you say no ,” Nami suggested. Zoro could tell the underlying reason that Nami suggested that. Zoro was the most popular male actor at their company because people liked watching him, fantasizing about him. If people thought that way about this Sanji fellow, then he would be a perfect pairing for Zoro.

“Fine,” Zoro said because Mihawk was giving him that look that suggested that Zoro was being petulant. “Send me a video and I'll watch it, but I'm not making any promises.”

“ Deal !” Nami said. She hung up the phone and Mihawk slid the contract back across the table to Zoro.

“That wasn't so hard,”Mihawk said.

“Like hooking up with you,” Zoro said. Mihawk laughed but it was taunting.

“You and I both know you thought about it afterwards,” Mihawk said before he stood up to leave. He didn't even give Zoro the chance to lie. Not that Zoro could. He and Mihawk hooked up, once, years ago and Zoro hated to admit that Mihawk was definitely one of the best.

-

Zoro reclined in bed and opened his computer. He pulled up the email from Nami and clicked on the first link within. It pulled up a porn webpage with a single video titled “ French couple fucks in Parisian apartment ” which was not super inventive but at least it told viewers what to expect.

The video started and Zoro watched as the couple entered the frame to sit on a couch, kissing and touching starting immediately. Zoro watched as the man, a blond whom Zoro knew was named Sanji, undressed his partner and laid her down. The camera followed the trail of his lips as he kissed her throat, then her breasts, and further still. The camera caught every bite and suck of his mouth as he went down on her, fingers working in tandem as his mouth got her off.

For obvious reasons, the feminine participant didn't interest Zoro at all so he just watched Sanji, making mental notes about how he looked on camera. The facial hair, shaggy blond hair, nice nose. He was undoubtedly attractive. But he wasn't anything particularly special, in Zoro's opinion.

Until later, when he was laying out on the couch, head tossed back as his partner blew him, he moaned. The sound switched something in Zoro's brain and suddenly he got it. It was needy and pleading, begging for just more pleasure. For his partner to give him more. Everyone in this industry had something and Zoro assumed this must be Sanji's thing . The way his voice hitched and dragged pulled the viewer in, making them a part of his pleasure.

Zoro closed his eye and pictured it. His strong arms holding Sanji to a bed, his knees pinning Sanji like he would want him, fast friction as he thrusted deep and satisfying. All while Sanji's voice did that as a perfect accompaniment.

Then Zoro really got it. Sanji might be making the leap into gay porn for his own career, but this couldn't be bad for his own. That's what Mihawk was trying to explain to him. People would watch the two of them together. Audiences would like the two of them together, Zoro's bulk to Sanji's lean frame.

Zoro opened his eye and found Sanji staring back at him. That was usually a no for this type of video but for just the briefest second, Sanji's eyes met the camera and Zoro couldn't look away. It was taunting, like Sanji was calling him out as a voyeur, for wanting a piece of Sanji's pleasure.

Zoro got chills that went decidedly straight to his cock.

He closed his laptop and stood up, walking to his fridge to pull out a bottle of beer. He downed half of it in one sip, letting the familiar taste of hops pull him back to his own body. Then he downed the rest of it before Zoro pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Mihawk.

“ What could you possibly need at one in the morning?” Mihawk's tired voice asked. Zoro glanced at the clock on the microwave and ushered out a quick apology.

“I didn't realize it was so late,” Zoro said.

“ I repeat, what do you need ?” Zoro heard a sleepy voice ask a question in the background and Mihawk covered his phone to respond.

“Sorry,” Zoro said again. “I didn't realize you were meeting up with someone tonight. We can talk in the morning.”

“ Is that Zoro ?” a voice Zoro definitely recognized asked.

“Oh,” Zoro said in mild shock. Because wasn't that funny. For all Mihawk's confidence and aloofness, he still went running anytime his ex-husband called. Like a cat who pretended not to be obsessed with its owner. “Hello Shanks.”

“ How are you ?” Shanks’ sleepy voice asked.

“ Don't answer that ,” Mihawk said. “ Just tell me why you called .”

“ You should be nicer to your protégé ,” Shanks said with a laugh.

“ Like you are to yours? Remind me again, where is Luffy ?”

“Argentina,” Zoro and Shanks said at the same time.

“ I don't actually care ,” Mihawk said. “ Zoro, the reason for this call? ”

“I just wanted to let you know that I'll do it. The film with Sanji, I mean. But only on the condition that he and I meet first.”

“ What changed your mind ?”

“Well, the camera likes him. And the camera likes me too so I figure that together, we can probably make something good.”

“ You know you're filming a porno and not trying for an Oscar, don't you? Just say you want to fuck him and lets be done with this conversation .”

“But that's not what I mean--”

“ I'll talk to Nami in the morning, during regular business hours, and set up an appointment for you to meet. Now good night, Zoro .”

“Sorry about calling so late. Have fun getting fucked tonight.” Mihawk didn't bother responding. He just ended the call, but Zoro knew that tomorrow Mihawk would be sporting a host of bruises and love bites, claiming like he did every time that it was the last time. And in three weeks, when Shanks was back in town, they'd do it all over again.

Zoro grabbed another beer from his fridge and made his way back to his bed. He reopened his laptop but closed out of the webpage he'd been on previously. Then he clicked on the second link in the email Nami had sent over. This pulled up a different porn site, but still another video of Sanji. Zoro pressed play and relaxed against his pillows. 

And if at some point, during the third or fifth video, he touched himself? Well, it was all research.

-

It was Mihawk's idea for Zoro to wear a suit jacket. Zoro thought it seemed a silly point considering he and Sanji were only meeting to eventually film a porno together. Most of their time spent together would be in nothing at all, but Mihawk thought he should maintain some professionalism for this initial meeting.

So here Zoro was, standing beside Mihawk and Nami, while they waited for Sanji and his manager to arrive. They were in some fancy restaurant but Zoro still seemed out of place in the suit, given his size and face.

“Why'd he ask for me?” Zoro asked for the third time. He'd asked in the initial meeting where Mihawk told him about the idea and again in the meeting where Nami scheduled tonight's dinner plans.

“You'd have to ask him,” Nami said.

“I'm hardly the biggest name in the industry.”

“You're not the biggest anything in this industry,” Mihawk said, promptly taking a sip from his glass of wine.

“Totally uncalled for,” Zoro said.

“Behave,” Nami said. She shot off a quick text to her wife, Vivi, but Zoro couldn't make out what it said. “Maybe he just wants to experience getting plowed by a gym rat with more muscles than brains.”

“You're somehow worse than Mihawk is,” Zoro said. Nami smiled and Zoro just rolled his eye. He wasn't sure when he became the butt of the joke in this business relationship.

“The camera really does like him,” Zoro said. Nami opened her mouth to say something when a head of blond hair at the door caught her attention. They all turned to watch as Sanji, followed by his overly eccentric new manager Iva, walked over to the bar.

“Hope you weren't waiting long,” Sanji said once they were close enough. Zoro was surprised that they were so close in height.

“Just a few minutes,” Nami said. “I'll grab the host and tell them we're ready to be seated.” She walked away, leaving the others to stand around and exchange pleasantries. Mihawk and Iva exchanged a greeting before introducing their clients respectively. 

Zoro put his hand out for Sanji to take. Sanji didn't immediately take it. Instead Zoro watched as his eyes followed Zoro's hand, up his arm and to his face. He seemed to be looking for something there, but Zoro wasn't sure what. Zoro caught his eye and Sanji stopped his search to shake Zoro's hand.

Weird.

“I'm Sanji.”

“I know.” Because what else was Zoro supposed to say? Was the etiquette to pretend that he hadn't watched Sanji's videos, hadn't watched Sanji do any number of lewd things with the knowledge that they'd eventually do them together? Hadn't gotten off to them?

Mihawk pushed his elbow into Zoro's side as a warning to be more polite. Zoro just turned his head so he could shoot Mihawk a look. The awkward moment was saved by Nami appearing with the host to lead them to their table.

Nami set up a steady stream of casual dialogue while they ordered drinks and appetizers. Only once their table was secluded in the way that only a busy, noisy restaurant could offer, did she turn the conversation to business.

“As you know, most of our videos are filmed in our studio though we do occasionally film on location. We have a full time crew that handles safety and health precautions. Condoms are mandatory unless both parties are consenting and have recent STD screenings that are negative. We want to depict queer love in a way that shows safety does not hinder love making or the sexiness of it.”

“And all of the stars are queer?” That came from Iva, Sanji's manager. Nami nodded.

“Except for Franky but his wife is bisexual and they exclusively film together. I think queer women find comfort in the idea that being with a cis partner of the opposite sex doesn't make them any less queer.”

“Love that,” Iva said. Iva asked a few more follow up questions and Zoro let his eye flow over Sanji. It was different seeing him in person. There was a stiffness to his shoulders that suggested he was carrying himself in a way that he thought portrayed confidence. Zoro imagined kissing the spot where Sanji’s shoulder sloped into his neck, Zoro’s hands kneading skin to get him to relax.

As if he could feel the weight of Zoro’s eyes, Sanji turned to look at him in return. Zoro didn't look away. What would be the point of that? Their jobs would require them to lock eyes during much more intimate circumstances.

Sanji stood up and reached into his pocket to pull out a packet of cigarettes. He motioned with his head towards the door.

“I want to talk to Zoro alone,” Sanji said to his manager. “You know my contract better than I do. I trust you to iron out the details.” Mihawk shot Zoro a questioning look, but Zoro just stood up as his answer. He gave Mihawk a quick pat on the shoulder before he followed Sanji to the door.

The door led to a secluded alley on the side of the restaurant. Sanji held the door for him and then leaned against the wall so he could light his cigarette. He offered one to Zoro but Zoro shook his head.

“I don't smoke,” he said. Sanji blew out the smoke from his first puff.

“Will it bother you that I do?” Sanji asked.

“No.” And that wasn't entirely true, but mints were perfectly good at their job to hide the taste.

“You're gay?”

“Is that a problem?” Zoro asked, fighting the urge to get defensive. His whole life people assigned heteronormative, hyper masculine bullshit to him because he was a big guy with scary scars. He wouldn't tolerate it in a professional setting.

“It's not. I'd just heard that a decent amount of men who did gay porn weren't actually gay.”

“Is that what you were hoping for? That I'd be straight to make the experience less gay for you?”

“Calm down. I'm not being hostile.”

“I'm just confused as to why you'd want to do this. Doing porn is my job. Being gay isn't. I still deal with casual homophobia and toxic bullshit. I don't get to go home for the day and leave that stuff behind.”

“I'm sure this answer won't satisfy you,” Sanji said, “but this is the only option left for my career. I might be doing it for selfish reasons, but it's not coming from a place of hate. I like the message your company sends and I figure I'd like to do some good by being a part of that.”

“I'm not playing at being gay,” Zoro said. “That part is one hundred percent real for me. I want to make videos that can show young gay men the beauty of their relationships.” Sanji laughed quietly, but it wasn't unkind.

“You said something similar in an interview once,” Sanji said. Zoro couldn't recall ever doing that, but he'd meant what he'd just said. “That's why I told Iva that it had to be you. It never looks fake with you.”

Sanji met his eye and Zoro wasn't sure what to say. The sentiment was oddly sweet and reaffirming of how Zoro viewed what he did. Yes, he made adult films for money, but that still gave him a purpose, a way to give back to his community. That Sanji could see that meant something to Zoro. It really did.

“So you've watched my videos?” Zoro asked. Sanji smiled again.

“As if you haven't watched mine.”

“You're right.”

Sanji took another drag from his cigarette before he put it out on the bottom of his shoes. He put the remaining cigarette into his pocket and turned fully towards Zoro. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall.

“Tell me about your first time,” Sanji said.

“When I lost my virginity or my first film?”

“Your virginity,” Sanji answered. 

So Zoro did, describing what it was like to be nineteen and touching another man for the first time. The awkwardness of putting on a condom for the first time, trying to replicate the techniques he had watched in porn as he'd fingered his partner open, the overwhelming warmth and tightness of being inside someone for the first time. And even though Zoro knew he'd gotten much better at sex since then, that memory would always be special to him. It was obvious in his tone as he told Sanji the story.

“Do you think you could make that happen for me?” Sanji asked, eyes opening to look at Zoro. It reminded Zoro of the way Sanji would look into the camera for a few brief seconds in his films. An invitation for Zoro to join him in his pursuit of pleasure.

“Yes, I can do that for you.”

“Then we’ve got a deal,” Sanji said with a smile.

-

“You're awfully quiet,” Mihawk said in the taxi after dinner. Zoro just gave a noncommittal shrug. He and Sanji had returned to the table to find their meals had just arrived. There hadn't been much business discussion after that, everyone enjoying their dinner. But Sanji kept glancing at him and smiling like they were sharing some secret. Zoro wasn't entirely sure what it meant but he'd smile back regardless.

“He's not what I expected,” Zoro just said.

“In a good way or a bad way?”

“Just different. He suggests he's not gay but wants to make something that seems authentic and real.”

“Do you not believe him?”

“I do actually,” Zoro admitted. He could tell in the way Sanji had listened to him in that alley, the peaceful look on his face as he'd imagined Zoro's first sexual encounter. As he'd tried to put himself in those shoes, imagining himself there instead.

“And so the issue is?”

“No issue. I'll do it.”

“Great. I shared the details of your contract with his manager and you're surprisingly compatible in that regard.”

“I guess film day will determine if we're compatible in bed.”

“You've got a few shoots before then so don't get too excited.”

“Fuck off,” Zoro told him. But he had a small smile on his face regardless.

-

Filming days were exhausting. And not just because he was usually in various degrees of intercourse over the span of a few hours. Given his youth, he preferred not to take pills to stay hard unless he absolutely needed to. Instead, he'd break up his filming day to allow for breaks in between. A quick handy when the assistant called “ten till set” and he was usually good to go for the next batch of filming.

But that meant that his filming days sometimes took six to eight hours if they were filming a particularly long video. Today was one of those days. Today's shoot was a bit of light bdsm and role-playing with one of the studio's newer recruits. Nami had liked the way they'd looked in one particular position -- one of the man's ankles hooked over Zoro's shoulder so he could turn towards the camera as Zoro fucked him -- so a decent amount of their filming had taken place like that. Zoro's knees and back were a bit sore from being like that for too long.

He was lying on his dressing room sofa, wearing his favorite post-shooting sweatpants, when someone knocked on his door. They were done filming for the day, Zoro having reached his limit after a fourth ejaculation, but sometimes Nami would come by after they'd wrapped to discuss some changes or offer criticism and compliments.

What Zoro was not expecting to see was Sanji standing at his door, wearing a navy blue peacoat and tartan scarf. He looked nice and decidedly wholesome for the porn studio. Zoro was too shocked to offer anything but a mumbled, “hey.”

“Can I come in?” Sanji asked with a smile.

“Sure,” Zoro said, stepping aside so he could open his door wide enough for Sanji to step through. He glanced around Zoro's dressing room before he took off his scarf and sat down on the sofa.

“What are you doing here?” Zoro asked as he sat down on the opposite side of the sofa.

“Nami invited me to take a tour of the studio today and she let me watch some filming so I could see what it was like.”

“She let you watch my filming?” Zoro guessed. Sanji just nodded. “I guess that makes the most sense since you'll be filming with me.”

Sanji didn't say anything right away but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. Zoro just looked at Sanji's face, waiting for him to say something. At some point, Sanji took his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying at the skin there.

“Iva said that your contract stated you would only top,” Sanji said.

“Were you thinking you would?” Zoro asked. Sanji waved his hand through the air.

“No, I knew what I signed up for. I'm just curious about why.” Zoro shrugged.

“The role just fits me better in porn. And I prefer topping in casual hookups in my personal life as well.”

“Just the casual ones?” Sanji asked. Zoro just nodded. He wasn't sure why Sanji needed to know that information but Zoro didn't think it would hurt to share more about myself.

“I'm kinda nervous,” Sanji admitted.

“Why? If you prep correctly, it won't hurt.” Sanji leaned his head back on the sofa and laughed. Zoro looked at the column of his throat, thinking about three weeks from now when he'd be putting his lips there on camera.

“I've been pegged before,” Sanji admitted.

“Oh,” Zoro said, fighting not to think too long about that. “If you're not worried about the pain, then what are you worried about?”

Sanji turned his head so he could look into Zoro's eye. And once again, Zoro was struck speechless by it. He wasn't entirely sure why this man was having this affect on him, but being pinned under Sanji's stare made him feel like a well appreciated butterfly pinned to a board.

“I'm worried I can't look like you,” Sanji admitted.

“What do you mean?”

“I'm worried people will take one look at me and know that I'm a fraud. They'll think I'm just a straight man pretending for a paycheck.”

“I'm not saying this to be rude, but isn't that exactly what you're doing?” Sanji didn't say anything, just sat with Zoro's words left hanging in the room. He was confusing, his words and actions never quite lining up, and Zoro wasn't sure how he was supposed to navigate that.

“No,” Sanji finally whispered.

“I don't understand you,” Zoro admitted. “I heard about your public break up and that your ex slandered your name all over the tabloids. So I get wanting to shift your career, but I don't understand why this matters to you. Why do you care?”

“Didn't you say this matters to you?” Sanji countered. “Look, I just want to do my job, as best as I'm able. I thought you might be able to help me with that.”

“And what does that mean?” Zoro asked, tossing his hands up in frustration.

“I want you to fuck me,” Sanji said. Zoro didn't respond right away, just let Sanji's request settle for a second.

“Fuck you?” Zoro finally asked. He was sure asking a lot of questions today.

“Yes.”

“I'm already going to do that. We signed a contract.”

“I don't mean on camera. I mean hooking up, just you and me, so that when I walk onto set to film, it won't be my first time.”

“You don't need me for that,” Zoro pointed out. “You could absolutely find any number of people to help you.”

“I want it to be you. That's what I asked you for at the restaurant, remember?”

“I thought you were talking about work,” Zoro countered. Sanji just stared at him, waiting, possibly hoping for Zoro to say more.

“Do you not want to have sex with me?” Sanji asked, voice sounding surprisingly small. Zoro blew out a sigh.

“That's not a question I can easily answer,” Zoro told him. Sanji's lips turned up in a smile. Staring at Sanji's face, Zoro already knew he was going to say yes, but he had one bit of information that he needed to know first. “Why me? All the male porn stars in the world, why me?”

“Iva was the one who suggested making the switch to gay porn,” Sanji said. “But I put a lot of thought into it. I didn't want to make some hasty decision that would change my entire career if I wasn't sure about it. So I did my research and found Nami's company. It seemed earnest and sincere and safe.

“And I watched one of your videos. When I did, I felt something. Not entirely sexual, but it was like a clarity. All of the protests in my head seemed to fade away and I thought that I wanted to do it.”

Sanji smiled kind of shyly like he admitted something he was embarrassed about, but Zoro could only chuckle. Here Sanji was admitting that Zoro gave him some sort of calm clarity, while all Sanji gave Zoro was chaotic confusion. It was funny and Zoro had to admit that he didn't dislike it.

Zoro grabbed his phone off the end table where he'd set it earlier. He pulled up his contact list and pressed the button to create a new one. Then he handed the phone to Sanji. Sanji took the phone, smile spreading as he put in his information.

“So I'll be hearing from you?” Sanji asked as he handed Zoro's phone back. Zoro shot a quick text to the number so Sanji could save his information as well.

“Yeah, I'll text you once I look at my calendar.”

“Great!” Sanji said as he stood up. Zoro stood too, wondering if they should shake hands or hug. He knew that Sanji probably felt the same way he did about sex. It was a business, one in which he worked and thrived. Which sometimes made personal relationships difficult. But this transactional nature was familiar to Zoro, even if Sanji's request wasn't.

Sanji put his scarf back on and Zoro moved so Sanji could exit. Sanji passed him but stopped before he made it any further. Then he turned back to Zoro. His expression was serious so Zoro stayed silent, curious about what was running through Sanji's mind.

He was surprised when Sanji leaned forward and kissed him, his hands reaching up to cup Zoro's cheeks. Zoro's surprise didn't last long once he felt Sanji's tongue against his lips and he relaxed into Sanji, mouth going compliant. But no sooner had Sanji's tongue made contact with Zoro's, the wet and hot pressure reminding Zoro that Sanji was a professional in this business too, that it was gone and Sanji was stepping away.

He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something before shaking his head with a smile. He gave Zoro a quick wave and then he was gone, leaving Zoro a little overwhelmed and very turned on in his dressing room.

He supposed it was a memorable parting gift, one he wasn't likely to forget any time soon.

-

Zoro wasn't sure what the protocol for this was. He had sex on camera for money and there was an etiquette to conducting business that he was familiar with. But casual hookups had their own etiquette and Zoro wasn't sure what his arrangement with Sanji should fall under, business or personal.

So he just texted Sanji a list of days when he was free and didn't have filming the following day. He didn't know if Sanji wanted to meet at a hotel or one of their homes so he wanted to plan for accommodations as best as possible.

“ Friday works for me. Your place? ” Sanji texted back. Zoro looked at the pile of laundry he hadn't done in a while and texted Sanji back to say that they could meet at his place. Then he got to work cleaning up. Friday was still a few days away but Zoro didn't want to leave a bad first impression for where he lived.

For extra motivation, he decided to call Luffy. Nevermind that his best friend was in another country to film some stunts for some million-dollar action movie. Not that Luffy was doing more than playing around, Zoro was sure.

“ Zoro !”

“Hey, what's up?”

“ It's so hot here! But there's so many bugs !”

“Yeah, how's filming?” Zoro smiled as he pressed the phone to his ear as he switched the clothes from his washing machine to his dryer. He and Luffy had been friends for over a decade, and it was a funny twist of fate that they'd both ended up where they had. Luffy got into stunt performing because of his childhood mentor, Shanks, who was the later ex-husband of Zoro's now manager. Funny how that works out.

“ Great! Yesterday, I got blown out of a second story window. It was fun! ”

“I assume something caught your fall.” Luffy just laughed and Zoro didn't know if that was a yes or a no . “How much longer will you be in Argentina?”

“ Like fourteen days but then I have to film some spy thriller in France .” Zoro could admit that he missed his best friend. They were inseparable during secondary school and university, when Zoro was still attending. But now they both had thriving adult careers and couldn't hang around playing video games like they used to.

“ Everything okay? ” Luffy asked.

“Yeah, just cleaning my apartment.” Luffy was uncharacteristically quiet for a few moments.

“ Expecting company? ”

“A guy can just clean his apartment.”

“ Not you, though. ” Zoro sighed because that was true. He paid a maid to tidy up once a week and do a full cleaning once a month. He didn't exactly keep a clean house on his own.

“Fuck,” Zoro said. “I have to clean my sheets.”

“ So someone is coming over! When! Who !” So while Zoro stripped the sheets and comforter off his bed, he told Luffy about Sanji. Explained that Sanji was looking to make a career change.

“He asked me to make that transition easier.”

“ So it's a work thing? ”

“No?” Zoro admitted, knowing he sounded unsure himself. “More like he wants to hook up casually before we hook up professionally.”

“ I don't get it ,” Luffy said.

“Me either honestly. But he said that this is what he wants and I don't really have any reason to say no. Plus he's--”

“ Hot ?” Luffy guessed.

“Very,” Zoro said with a sigh. “He's very hot.”

“ Let me know how that goes .” Zoro heard talking in the background on Luffy's end and Luffy called out to someone. Zoro noticed his best friend using a nickname and a surprisingly affectionate tone for whoever he was speaking to.

“Who was that?” Zoro asked.

“ Just another stunt actor .”

“Did I hear you call them--”

“ Sorry, Zoro, but I have to go. We'll be filming soon. But let me know how your not-casual-not-work hook up goes! ”

“Yours too apparently.”

“ Shut up .”

“Miss you, man.”

“ Miss you too .” Luffy hung up and Zoro put his phone down on his kitchen counter. His eye caught the dishes in his sink and he sighed. He had more work to do if he didn't want Sanji to think he was completely a slob.

-

Friday snuck up on him faster than he realized. After two more days of filming, Zoro woke up that morning with a surprised feeling of excitement. He wasn't exactly sure what it meant, other than that he'd been more interested in Sanji than he'd been ready to admit before.

He got out of bed and went to exercise in the second bedroom turned gym. And for the next two hours, he didn't think about anything other than deadlifting and bench presses. He'd always been calmed by the repetition and pain of working out. It reminded him of being a kid, learning kendo at the local dojo. Afterwards, with muscles aching and his heart rate pumping, he felt calmer.

Zoro was just getting out of the shower when his phone buzzed. He went to check it and saw a few notifications. One was an email from Mihawk which Zoro swore he'd read later and the other was a text from Sanji.

Does 8 work for you?

Zoro smiled as he responded.

-

Seeing Sanji standing at his door at 8pm wearing a pale blue sweater and dark blue slacks was enough to have Zoro ready to tear his clothes off. Sanji smiled like he could read Zoro's thoughts and said, “Can I come in?”

“Please,” Zoro said, stepping aside and letting Sanji into his apartment. Sanji looked around the open living room and dining area before he walked into the kitchen. Zoro didn't stop him, just followed the trail of Sanji's fingers as he touched the counter tops, sink edge, and the knobs on the range. Zoro wasn't sure if this was supposed to be seductive, but it really was.

He was just thinking about the feeling of Sanji's fingers on his skin when Sanji looked up and met his eye. He smiled and it wasn't the shy or playful smiles that Zoro had seen on Sanji before. This one was seductive and Zoro had only ever seen it on a computer screen.

“Nice view,” Sanji said, motioning with his chin at the floor to ceiling windows lining the living area. This late the city lights were brightly shining and Zoro didn't want to admit that he'd bought a high rise apartment hoping to see stars instead.

Sanji walked towards him and Zoro could feel the thick tension in the air as Sanji stopped in front of him. They just stared at each other for a moment, unbeknownst to each other, thinking about the person in front of them. Zoro was thinking about the Sanji on his computer screen, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead as he'd fucked his partner against couch cushions, that low moan of pleasure when he'd come. How Zoro's dick had been throbbing to join Sanji in his ecstasy.

And Sanji was thinking about how Zoro had looked on set that day, the lights catching on the thin layer of sweat clinging to Zoro's neck and shoulders. That chest deep grunt that accompanied every quick snap of his hips. The unexpected pang of want along every single one of his nerves as Zoro covered his partner's body with his own, lips finding lips as Zoro's hand brought the other man to release.

They both just stood there in Zoro's apartment, so caught up in the wanting , that neither of them could do anything for a few minutes.

“Do you want something to drink?” Zoro asked, his voice sounding husky and distant to his own ears. Sanji shook his head.

“No,” he whispered, his tone leaving no doubt about what it was that he did want. Zoro just nodded and Sanji raised a hand, fingers coming up to brush the scar down Zoro's face. Zoro gave an involuntary shiver and Sanji smiled softly.

This felt more intimate and heated than Zoro was expecting. He thought he'd bend Sanji over his couch, give him a good hour of pleasure, then send him on his way. But now, with Sanji standing this close, Zoro realized that that was not the kind of hook up this was. Outside that restaurant Sanji had been asking for Zoro to give him something memorable and magical for his first time with another man.

And, God, did Zoro want to. Wanted to explore every inch of Sanji's skin. Wanted to kiss the bone of Sanji's hip, the sensitive curve of his spine, that stretch of skin between his neck and shoulder. He wanted to feel the warmth of Sanji's body, tight around his, hear Sanji's cries of pleasure in his ears and know that it was because of him. Zoro wanted to give him the best he'd ever had, leave the impression that no one would ever be able to satisfy him like Zoro could.

“What's going on in your mossy head?” Sanji asked. His fingers left the scar on Zoro's face and traveled to the close cropped hair above his ear, teasing pressure against his scalp.

“I like that sweater on you,” Zoro admitted. This made Sanji's smile widened.

“But?”

“But I'd like it more on my floor right now.”

That admission seemed to break the spell and Sanji pulled Zoro to him, lips crashing together as Sanji's hand moved to the back of Zoro's neck. And for as much as they weren't familiar with each other, this dance was at least recognizable to both of them.  When Sanji bit down on Zoro's lip, Zoro let out a low moan. Zoro pushed his hips against Sanji's and Sanji molded to him.

Zoro pulled back so he could lead Sanji to his bedroom. Sanji had a nice blush to his cheeks and Zoro wondered how far it went, down his neck to his chest perhaps. When they made it to the bedroom, Zoro sat on the corner of the bed, but Sanji stayed standing. He was looking around the room, at the old dresser with some framed photos and the family heirloom swords hung on one wall.

“What's on your mind, curlybrows?” Zoro asked. Sanji scoffed at the nickname but he turned back to Zoro regardless.

“Just trying to decode the man behind all those muscles.”

“I don't think I'm the enigma here.”

“I'm surprised you know the word enigma,” Sanji said. He'd winked when he said it so Zoro knew not to be mad. Not that he was. This side of Sanji was new and enticing and sultry. It made Zoro want to tear his clothes off.

Zoro stood up and walked over to Sanji, hands slipping around the other man's waist to pull Sanji against him. He leaned forward to kiss just below Sanji's ear, earning a soft gasp from the other man. Zoro smiled and kissed him again, liking that the skin of Sanji's neck was as soft as Zoro thought it would be.

“At the restaurant,” Sanji said, words stuttering as Zoro's hands slid up underneath the sweater so his fingers could touch Sanji’s skin. “At the restaurant you told me about your first time, but not about your first time on film.”

Zoro rested his chin on Sanji's shoulder but kept his lips close to Sanji's ear. While he spoke, Sanji's hands came to rest on his as Zoro's hands crept higher and higher.

“My partner at the time and I started by making amateur films together. We bought a camera, set it up on our nightstand, and just filmed ourselves fucking. Uploaded it onto whatever porno sites didn't require us to prove our identities.”

“How long were you together?” Zoro didn't answer right away, just enjoyed the feeling of his fingers against Sanji's hard nipples as he rubbed them.

“All together? Two years.”

“Yeah?” Sanji asked, voice breathy. Zoro waited for him to say more, ask something more but Sanji didn't. Instead he just leaned his body back against Zoro's, ass pressing against Zoro's hard cock. Zoro groaned with the act and he heard Sanji let out a breathless chuckle.

Zoro turned them around so he could guide them towards his bed. He removed his hands from Sanji's sweater only long enough to take the thing off of him, then Zoro used his weight to lay Sanji on the bed, his body following after.

The first thing Zoro noticed was that Sanji's blush did cover his chest and Zoro leaned forward to kiss his sternum. Sanji's breath hitched before he let out a low moan and Zoro felt his pants get even tighter at the sound. God, he didn't think he'd make it long once he and Sanji got to the actual fucking. 

Which was embarrassing considering Zoro's profession was literally fucking.

Zoro leaned back so he could strip his t-shirt off and Sanji just watched, hooded eyes feasting on Zoro's muscled torso. It gave Zoro a bit of a pause because the look was so hungry, so desiring that Zoro had the thought that Sanji, despite anything he might say, couldn't be straight. Sanji looked like he wanted to devour Zoro as much as Zoro wanted to devour him. And that gluttony, that lust told a far more honest truth than Sanji was probably ready to admit.

Zoro maneuvered so he could slide his pants off, then his boxers. He certainly didn't mind being naked in front of Sanji, technically he already had been on set that day. But he figured being nude first would calm some of Sanji's nerves. If Zoro's vulnerability, his nakedness and his desire for Sanji, could help put Sanji at ease then Zoro would stay naked.

Sanji put his arms above his head, nonchalantly, as though he didn't have a care in the world. Zoro wondered if it was bravado, but then he reminded himself that Sanji wasn't some young virgin. While he'd never been with a man, he'd done his share of fucking for the camera. Which made Zoro wonder if the gesture was supposed to be inviting.

If it was then Zoro went.

He pushed one knee between Sanji's legs and laid back down, his arms running up Sanji's sides as Zoro's thigh pushed against Sanji's erection. When Zoro kissed him, Sanji arched his back against Zoro which left them both moaning at the contact.

“You must have learned something from watching my videos,” Zoro said in between kisses.

“What's that mean?” Sanji said, moving his face away enough that he could meet Zoro's gaze.

“Just that you know how to move, rubbing against me in a way that feels good. That sort of thing.” Sanji seemed to be contemplating Zoro's words, so Zoro just sat back and let him think.

“I'm just doing what feels natural. But I should be thinking about it more. What kinds of positions are popular in gay porn?” Zoro couldn't help it. He laughed, but it was soft and fond.

“That's not what tonight is about,” Zoro said. “Tonight is just about pleasure. Yours. Mine. Ours together.” He put his hand on Sanji's stomach and lowered it, inch by inch. When he reached Sanji's waistband, he said, “I just meant that you seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“I am,” Sanji whispered and Zoro wondered if, given the way Sanji looked away, the admission surprised him. Zoro kept his eye on Sanji's face as he slipped his hand into Sanji's pants and briefs to grab hold of his cock.

As Zoro's fingers stroked him with the lightest touch, Sanji moaned in approval, his voice husky as it said yes and that's good and faster . His hips starting meeting Zoro's hand with every stroke and Zoro pulled his hand back only enough to undo the buttons and zipper on Sanji's pants.

Zoro and Sanji maneuvered to get Sanji's pants and briefs off, but Zoro didn't immediately go back to stroking Sanji. Instead he ran his hands across Sanji's thighs, across his hips. And Sanji just watched him, eyes transfixed on Zoro where he leaned forward to kiss the skin of Sanji's legs.

“I wanna blow you,” Zoro whispered. “But not yet.”

“Why?” Sanji asked and it sounded more like a whine. Zoro smiled.

“Because I don't want you to come yet.” 

Zoro removed himself from Sanji's legs and went to the bedside table. Sanji didn't need to look to know that Zoro was grabbing condoms and lube. When Zoro returned, he leaned over so he could kiss Sanji.

“Where do you want me?” Zoro asked. He supposed how would have been the more appropriate question, but Sanji seemed to understand.

“Dealer's choice,” he said. 

Zoro kissed him again before he sat back. He grabbed Sanji's hips and gently turned him onto his stomach. Sanji obeyed, lifting his ass up when Zoro encouraged him too. The position certainly suggested something more submissive than Sanji had ever done before, but it didn't feel that way. Not with Zoro's hands running over his thighs and ass, his lips kissing trails along his lower back.

Zoro noticed the way Sanji's body tensed when he pushed the first lubed up finger inside. Sanji's fingers tightened in the comforter on the bed as Zoro worked him open. It took him until the second finger to find Sanji's sweet spot, but he soothed Sanji by telling him that he looked amazing.

The sound Sanji made when Zoro's fingers pushed against his sweet spot reminded Zoro of that first video he'd seen of Sanji. Something uninhibited and lecherous, like Sanji was concerned only with pleasure. Zoro couldn't help pulling his fingers partially out so he could fuck Sanji open with them over and over again, his arousal increasing with every moan Sanji made.

Sanji's cock was leaking, a stain already forming on the sheets, and Zoro liked knowing that Sanji was as turned on as he was. The way Sanji arched his back with every press of Zoro’s fingers made Zoro feel crazy.

“I'm going to put the condom on,” Zoro said, husky voice barely holding it together. Sanji laughed.

“You sound so ready to fuck me,” Sanji told him.

“What gave it away?” Zoro tore open the condom wrapper and quickly pulled it out. He had it on his dick and lubed up in record time. He grabbed Sanji’s hips and pulled the other man against him, his cock sliding against Sanji’s ass cheeks.

“Is this how you normally like it?” Sanji asked, voice shaking in anticipation as Zoro held himself in preparation.

“No,” Zoro admitted. “I prefer to see my partner’s face.” Sanji lifted his head and looked over his shoulder. He met Zoro’s eye and smiled. And Zoro pushed himself inside.

“Fuck,” Sanji gasped out. Zoro himself was a bit too overwhelmed to say anything. Sanji was tight obviously but so inviting, his walls practically pulling Zoro in deeper. In his lust wracked mind, he wondered if Sanji had practiced that.

Zoro was fully in and he gave Sanji a few seconds to adjust before he pulled out and pushed back in. It was slow, the first few thrusts, but Zoro worried if he started too fast this would be over in seconds.

“Zoro,” Sanji whispered. He seemed like he intended to say more but he pressed his face against the pillow instead. Zoro could hear the soft moans of delight, saw the way Sanji’s body rocked with every snap of Zoro’s hips. Sanji couldn't deny his pleasure if he wanted to, but the loud cry he gave when Zoro’s cock collided with his sweet spot had Zoro fighting off his own orgasm.

“I'm close,” Zoro told him. He'd set a faster pace, the collision of his hips to Sanji’s ass combining with Sanji’s moans and his grunts to create a lustful cacophony. He imagined how the camera would love this, him fucking Sanji into the mattress, but more than that, Zoro liked it. Never been with a man before and Sanji was somehow the best fuck he'd had in a long time.

Sanji cried out his name and Zoro lost the uphill fight against his own orgasm. His hips stuttered as he came, his rhythm lost as he spilled into the condom. Sanji moaned along with him, evidently liking the way Zoro's softening cock felt inside him. When Zoro pulled out, he gave the most contented sigh.

He grabbed Sanji's hips, grip gentle as he coaxed Sanji onto his back. Sanji looked up at him, eyelids heavy with arousal. His cock looked ready to burst and Zoro was sure one lick would do it.

“Take the condom off,” Sanji whispered.

“Why?” Zoro asked him.

“I want to see how much you came for me.”

“Fuck, Sanji.” Sanji just smiled and Zoro did as he was asked. He pulled the condom off, slowly, and held it up so Sanji could see. Sanji hummed in approval and Zoro tied it off so he could throw it away.

“You're dirty,” Zoro said as he crawled back to Sanji. He leaned forward so he could kiss his chest and Sanji gave a low moan.

“You like it,” Sanji countered. There really wasn't any reason for Zoro to respond. He thought his like was fairly evident from the last half hour. “Do I get that blowjob now?”

“Yes,” Zoro told him, kissing down Sanji's torso.

“I'm really close,” Sanji told him.

“Good.”

Zoro grabbed Sanji's cock and fit the tip in his mouth in one fluid motion. Sanji was right. All it took was a few bobs of Zoro's head, a press of his tongue to the slit and Sanji was coming. And Zoro swallowed him down, understanding Sanji's earlier request. He liked feeling how much Sanji came for him.

Zoro pulled off and wiped at his mouth. Then he looked at Sanji, who looked boneless and exhausted and utterly satisfied. Despite neither of them discussing it, Zoro knew he couldn't make Sanji dress yet, couldn't send him home. The man looked ready to pass out.

“You can stay. If that's something you want.” Sanji just nodded his head and rolled over. Zoro smiled and laid down beside him, arms slipping around Sanji to pull their bodies together.

“You like to cuddle,” Sanji observed, voice sounding sleepy already.

“I do.”

“That's cute.” Zoro maneuvered so Sanji could put his head on Zoro's shoulder. They laid like that for a few quiet moments and Zoro thought Sanji fell asleep. He was studying Sanji's face, liking the column of his nose and the soft turn of his lips, when Sanji's eyes opened sleepily.

“Why didn't you want to look at my face?” Sanji asked. “You said earlier that you prefer doing it like that.”

“It's not that I didn't want to see your face,” Zoro said. “It's that if I had to look into your eyes, I would have come as soon as I put my dick inside of you.”

“You like my eyes?” Sanji asked, voice playful and teasing.

“Like a siren’s, those things.”

“I'm surprised you know what a siren is.”

“Whatever,” Zoro said with a laugh. Sanji joined him, giggling for a few moments. Zoro didn't bother getting up to turn off the lights. He just grabbed the rumpled comforter from where it had gotten pushed around earlier and pulled it around him and Sanji. Then he waited until the sound of Sanji's breathing evened out to fall asleep.

-

Zoro woke up to a darkened room. He looked at the clock on his bedside table and saw that it was just past two in the morning. He rolled over and felt the bed for Sanji, but found nothing. He sat up abruptly, sleep peeling away. He was about to be bothered by the situation until he heard the soft sound of running water from his bathroom.

Zoro got up and walked to the door, trying the handle and finding it unlocked. He pushed the door open and saw Sanji in the stand up shower, though the room was so foggy that he was nothing more than a collage of colors.

Zoro went over to the shower door and opened it, slowly so as not to startle Sanji. Sanji turned to him, still looking sleepy and Zoro noticed the few hickeys on his neck. Zoro opened his mouth to ask if he could join Sanji, but Sanji just nodded as if he anticipated the question.

Zoro stepped into the shower, behind Sanji, his hands resting almost automatically on the other man's hips. Sanji leaned against him, his back to Zoro's chest, and turned his head. Zoro met him, the kiss soft and lazy. It didn't lead to anything more than Zoro breaking away to kiss more gossamer kisses to Sanji's neck and shoulders. But the warmth and pressure of the water felt good against their tired bodies.

Zoro liked when Sanji ran shampoo then conditioner through his hair, his fingers soothing against Zoro's scalp. He liked Sanji whispering jokes about his body wash as he ran the towel across Zoro's chest and then his own. Zoro liked the domesticity, even if it wasn't necessarily indicative of their relationship.

After the shower, as Sanji was slipping on the borrowed pair of briefs, he asked what Zoro wanted to eat for breakfast.

“Why?” Zoro asked, tossing the towels in his dirty clothes hamper.

“I figured I'd make breakfast as a thank you.”

“A thank you?”

“For agreeing to do this. For a good night.” Zoro smiled and motioned for Sanji to come back to the bed. Sanji did, melting against Zoro like he had hours ago.

“You don't have to thank me,” Zoro said. “But who doesn't like bacon and eggs.”

“Okay,” Sanji whispered. And even though it was dark in the room, Zoro could hear the smile in his voice.

-

In the morning, Zoro found Sanji standing in his kitchen, true to his word, making breakfast. He was wearing his blue sweater from the night before over the borrowed pair of briefs he got from Zoro. And Zoro would be lying if he said he didn't stand in the doorway, simply admiring, for a bit too long.

Sanji turned around to pull a pan from the island cabinet and saw Zoro standing in the doorway. He smiled and this was a thing that Zoro was thankful for. Both he and Sanji worked in porn which meant that sex wasn't an embarrassing or awkward thing. He could fuck Sanji within an inch of his life and Sanji could be perfectly normal about it the next morning.

“I was going to work out,” Zoro said, gesturing to the extra room where he kept his gym equipment.

“Sure, I haven't started anything yet. Can I smoke someplace?” Zoro pointed to the side door that opened to a balcony. Sanji nodded and went back to where his pants were abandoned the night before. Zoro left him and went to do his morning exercises.

At first, he thought about the fact that Sanji was just in his apartment while he was working out. Zoro was doing bench presses and squats while Sanji was in his kitchen, and maybe in his living room or his balcony.

Then at some point, he just stopped thinking about it. It didn't bother him that Sanji was in his apartment. Quite the opposite, the idea that Sanji was existing in what should have been Zoro's space was comforting to him.

And for the first time in his life, he just wanted to be done with his workout because he had somewhere else he'd rather be.

He was just putting his weights back on the rack when Sanji knocked on the open door. Zoro turned to him, once again liking how Sanji looked standing there, his blue sweater only a shade off from the color of the walls.

“Food's ready,” Sanji said. Sanji didn't wait for a response and, fuck him, Zoro liked that too. Like this was a normal routine for them and not the first time they had done this. Zoro had only met Sanji twice before. They shouldn't be this comfortable with each other yet.

Zoro followed Sanji back into the kitchen where he saw that Sanji had made more than just eggs and bacon. There was rice, cooked on the stove top since Zoro didn't have a rice cooker, and some fruit medley using what had to be his leftover bananas and blueberries. But also scrambled and over easy eggs.

“Are those crepes?” Zoro asked, gesturing to the flattened pastry on his kitchen island.

“Yeah, probably not my best, but you didn't exactly have a stocked kitchen.”

“Sanji, you didn't have to do all this. I told you that last night was just as much my pleasure as yours.”

“I know. Would you believe that I like to cook?”

“Yes, I would,” Zoro said. The evidence was clear in how much food Sanji had cooked. Zoro walked over to the cabinet with his plates and pulled out two of them. Then he grabbed some glasses for them. Sanji took the dishes from him and put them on the counter.

Sanji waited until Zoro started filling his plate before he filled his. Zoro watched him, noting that he grabbed the over easy eggs and the less crispy pieces of bacon. The fact that he'd intentionally made crispy and not crispy bacon to cater to Zoro's potential tastes made Zoro's chest ache.

“Sanji,” Zoro whispered. Sanji turned to him, his soft bacon momentarily forgotten. “No one is going to be able to guess that you're pretending.” 

Zoro didn't elaborate but judging from Sanji's sudden quiet, Zoro figured he didn't have to. Sanji turned back to the food, looking for some sign in the eggs, and Zoro just waited.

“I wasn't pretending,” Sanji whispered after a few long moments. He turned back to Zoro, face serious. “For any of it.”

After several seconds of staring at Sanji’s challenging expression, Zoro said, “what am I supposed to do with that?”

“What do you want to do with that?” Sanji asked, a smile curving his lips. Zoro had to look away from him because if he didn't, he was likely to toss all this food onto the floor so he could fuck Sanji on his countertops.

He felt Sanji's fingers on the back of his neck as Sanji leaned closer to him. 

“Want to do it again?” Sanji had practically purred in his ear, and Zoro wondered if women caved under that the way Zoro was threatening to.

“At this moment or sometime in the near future?” Zoro asked.

“After breakfast,” Sanji clarified. “But also again in the foreseeable future.”

“And I assume you don't mean for work?” Zoro knew what Sanji meant, but he just wanted to clarify that any future fucking would be on personal time. Sanji just nodded to indicate that did, in fact, mean for them to hook up outside of work. Zoro sighed, but it sounded playfully.

“By the time we film together, you're practically going to be a pro,” Zoro said. Sanji laughed and Zoro pulled him in for a kiss.

-

“You're late,” Mihawk said. Zoro quickly sat down across the table from his manager. He and Mihawk regularly met at Mihawk's home office to discuss Zoro's upcoming filming schedule, potential new projects, and any other pertinent information.

“I got a late start this morning,” Zoro said by way of apology. Which was true, even if Zoro was neglecting to mention his late start was due to Sanji. Sanji, who spent most of the weekend at his apartment, only leaving long enough to return with an overnight bag. Sanji, who took every chance he got to proposition Zoro for more sex, his body an open invitation to Zoro alone. Sanji, who Zoro briefly wondered might be an incubus, came to steal Zoro's soul, for how perfectly and desperately he seemed to want Zoro.

He'd woken to Sanji's hands on his chest and his lips on Zoro’s jaw, hungry for Zoro to fuck him into the mattress before the sun was even up. Then, following a handsy shower with Sanji, they kissed at the door to Zoro’s building for far too long. Which resulted in Zoro being late for his weekly meeting.

Mihawk just stared at Zoro, expression chastising as though he could read Zoro’s thoughts. Which given Mihawk’s own habit of defaulting back to teenage levels of horniness with his ex-husband meant he might actually be able to guess what Zoro had been up to.

“How’s Shanks?” Zoro asked, changing the scrutiny off of himself.

“As I'm sure I've told you before, what me and my ex-husband get up to is none of your business,” Mihawk responded.

“Then my being late is none of yours,” Zoro countered.

“You pay me to manage your business so you being late is a waste of both our time. But those hickeys on your neck tell me everything I need to know anyway.”

Zoro reached up to self-consciously touch his neck. He hadn't even noticed any hickeys this morning. God, he must really look like a teenager.

Mihawk just gave Zoro another peeved look before he pulled up the calendar on his computer. He spun the screen around to show Zoro. Zoro’s appointments, film days, and meetings were all highlighted in green.

“You've got one filming day this week and two next week. The following week you've just got the filming day with your golden boy.”

“Don't call him that,” Zoro said, rolling his one remaining eye for emphasis.

“Oh,” Mihawk said as if Zoro’s words confirmed something for him. Probably realizing a connection between those hickeys on Zoro’s neck and his defense of Sanji. “And how do you like him?”

“The camera is gonna love him,” Zoro admitted. “He must have a switch because he’s really something else in bed. He becomes like sex personified.”

“Do you like him?” Mihawk asked.

“We fucked a few times. It's not like I'm in love with him.”

“A word of advice from someone who is similar to you in some ways,” Mihawk said. “You don't do casual very well, so you might want to decide the boundaries of your relationship.”

“It's not even a relationship,” Zoro said. “And I fuck people as a job. I excel at casual.”

“That's your job. Your understand the responsibilities of your job and are committed enough to perform those responsibilities as needed. But when it comes to giving someone your personal time and energy, you tend to get emotionally invested, possessive, and jealous. I know because I'm like that too.”

“That's not true,” Zoro argued. “I've had plenty of casual relationships.” 

Mihawk didn't argue with him. Instead he just said, “You should decide what you want from this man before you get too involved. Wouldn't it be better to have that conversation now rather than after he starts sleeping with other men?”

“Wait, what do you mean?” Zoro asked. Mihawk nodded like Zoro was proving his point.

“His first gay porn will be with you, but what happens after that one? You said the camera will love him, so that means he’ll likely be booked for more films. He doesn't have any kind of exclusivity contract so he’ll be free to accept roles in any films he wants. With men who aren't you.”

Zoro hadn't really thought of that. To be fair, he never imagined having any sort of personal relationship with Sanji until last Friday night when he'd fucked Sanji for the first time. Before then, he figured it would be a quick fuck to show Sanji what it would be like, a sample for filming day. He never imagined he'd like fucking Sanji so much that he’d agree to more frequent hookups.

And as nonchalant as Zoro wanted to be to prove Mihawk wrong, it did make him jealous to picture Sanji with other men. He didn't know if it was pride, as though he believed he'd be so good and memorable for Sanji that Sanji wouldn't want anyone else. Or if it was pain, since Sanji had been the one who approached him, had wanted him to be the first man he slept with. Sanji hadn't ever said Zoro would be the only one.

“Damn,” Zoro said.

“I'm not saying you have to end it, but I think you should figure out what your expectations are. Then you should discuss it with him.”

“You're right,” Zoro said because Mihawk was. And for all the ways that Mihawk could sometimes belittle and berate Zoro, this was why he wanted Mihawk to be his manager. Mihawk had experience and advice to offer, both for his time in the industry and his added years.

They had met years ago, back when Zoro was still doing amateur work, but it was after he'd split from his partner. He'd gotten an invite to an industry party through a director he'd worked with on his first real produced porno. And Mihawk had been in attendance at that party.

When Zoro, three drinks in, had hit on the older man, he'd had no idea who Mihawk was. No idea that for a time, he'd been the most requested porn star in this business. Granted, pornography had been on DVD's at the height of Mihawk’s career, but still.

And afterwards, after Mihawk had proven why he'd been such a coveted figure in the industry, he’d told Zoro, “you’re not bad, but you could be great.” It was the way he'd said it that spoke more volumes than the words themselves. He wasn't insulting Zoro, but instead giving him the motivation.

A week later, Zoro was answering Mihawk’s phone call to represent him. There had never been anything more physical between them and honestly, they both preferred the type of relationship they had now. Mihawk was a manager, but he was also Zoro’s mentor of sorts. He had helped Zoro understand the industry in a way that helped him advocate for himself more.

Then there were moments like these, when Mihawk showed traces of affection. He was looking out for Zoro in his own way, utilizing his years of experience and heartache to help Zoro.

“Can I ask you a question?” Zoro said. Mihawk just nodded. “Why didn't you and Shanks work out?”

Mihawk was quiet for a few seconds. He looked away out his window and Zoro thought he might not answer at all. Finally he did.

“I wasn't always emotionally available for him,” Mihawk said. “He used to complain that we would be in the same room, but I was an ocean away. It was always easier for him to be vulnerable and he wanted that from me. And despite wanting that too, I never could bring myself to do it.”

“Do you still love him?” Zoro asked. Mihawk sighed and it was the most defeated Zoro had ever heard him.

“It doesn't really matter anymore.” Zoro wasn't sure that was true, but he appreciated Mihawk’s honesty regardless.

“Thank you,” Zoro said. “For answering my question, but for being my mentor too.”

“It can be terribly troublesome,” Mihawk said, returning to business as usual.

-

Zoro didn't see Sanji again until later in the week. They had texted some, casual texts and some texts that had Zoro thinking about Sanji in the shower, but Zoro did ask Sanji to come over on Thursday after his filming for the week was done. Sanji had agreed and at seven in the evening, Zoro found Sanji standing on his doorstep.

“Hello,” Sanji said, leaning forward to kiss Zoro's cheeks. He took off his coat and Zoro offered to hang it in the hall closet. It was getting colder, but Zoro liked to see Sanji in his puffy coat, cheeks red from the weather.

“Have you eaten?” Sanji asked. Zoro watched as he took his phone and cigarettes out of his pockets, laying them on the island counter.

“No,” Zoro said. “I've had a long day of filming.” Zoro noticed Sanji's hands lingered on his keys for just a second before he set them down. Zoro wondered if it meant something. “Does that bother you?”

Sanji turned to look at him, searching his face for something. Finally he said, “Do you want me to be bothered?” Zoro shrugged and Sanji laughed. “That's not an answer.”

“You answered my question with a question,” Zoro countered.

“Does it bother me that you went to work today, with the understanding that your job is in porn? No. It doesn't bother me.” Zoro didn't say anything and Sanji stepped closer. He leaned into Zoro, pressed his nose into Zoro's neck and breathed in deep.

“What are you--?”

“I don't smell someone else on you.”

“I took a shower,” Zoro said. Sanji leaned back and looked at him.

“Did you like it? More than with me?”

“No,” Zoro admitted honestly. And maybe Mihawk had been right about that too. Zoro was fairly removed emotionally from his work. Not in an ashamed or compartmentalized way, but because it was his job. Even if he was passionate about aspects of it, it was still just his job.

“Well after a long day of filming, do you think you can get it up?”

“If you're suggesting that I have an erectile dysfunction problem--”

“I'm not,” Sanji said, foot playfully tapping Zoro's shin. “I just have another favor to ask.”

-

“This is not what I meant,” Sanji said, looking between Zoro standing behind him and the dildo currently suctioned to a chair in Zoro’s bedroom.

“You asked me to teach you how to suck dick.”

“Yes, and I meant we could blow each other.”

“How am I supposed to teach you with my dick in your mouth?” Zoro didn't add that he could barely think straight with his dick anywhere near Sanji, but judging by the smile on Sanji's face, Zoro guessed he could still somehow tell what Zoro had been thinking.

“Isn't that how everyone learns?” Sanji asked.

“Sure, but you're asking because you want to be able to do it for films, right? I'm not just teaching you how to suck dick. I'm going to teach you how to suck dick for porn. How to look better doing it, how to control the way your face looks, how to do it in a way that's going to look best on camera.”

“I didn't realize you had a university degree in this,” Sanji mocked.

“Shut up,” Zoro said but he was laughing anyway. He knelt down beside Sanji and their eyes met. Zoro grabbed Sanji's hand and wrapped it around the base of the dildo. This one was fairly realistic with thick veins and two fake testicles near the base. Sanji's fingers squeezed the fake penis and Zoro had to close his eye to control himself. It was so easy to imagine Sanji's long fingers around his own dick.

“Give it a go,” Zoro said.

“What do you mean just ‘give it a go’?”

“You're combative today,” Zoro remarked. Sanji took his hand off the dildo so he could give Zoro the finger. Zoro smiled before he grabbed Sanji's hand and put the outstretched finger between his lips. He sucked his cheeks in and gave a single bop of his head before he pulled the digit out of his mouth.

“Fuck,” was all Sanji could say, his voice breathless and dirty. Sanji closed his eyes and turned his face away. “Can't you just blow me?”

“I definitely can't teach you with your dick in my mouth,” Zoro chastised. Sanji turned back to him and the look in his eyes was so utterly full of lust that Zoro almost took the statement back.

Sanji just nodded so Zoro put Sanji's hand back around the base of the dildo. Zoro had put a thin layer of lube on it earlier, enough to make the experience feel real, and Sanji gave a few test strokes.

“See how far you can get on a first try,” Zoro told him. Sanji nodded once before he brought his mouth to the sex toy. He made the rookie mistake of sticking his tongue out first, which didn't actually make blow jobs any easier on the one performing them. But Zoro just let him proceed as he fit the tip into his mouth. He only made it a half of the way before he pulled back to cough.

“Do you even have a gag reflex?” Sanji asked, coughing again. He was referring, of course, to the several times already that Zoro had deep throated Sanji to get him off. The question wasn't entirely fair as Zoro enjoyed giving head and was considered quite exceptional with his mouth. He did have a gag reflex but he also had had a lot of practice.

“Two things,” Zoro said. He reached up and ran his fingers down the front of Sanji's neck. “Firstly, you have to relax. Your mouth won't open as wide if your tensing your jaw and it's much easier to fight your gag reflex if your throat is relaxed. Secondly, remember to breathe through your nose. Don't hold your breath.”

Sanji just nodded. Zoro didn't have to tell him to try again. He just grabbed the dildo and brought his mouth back to it. He left his fingers on Sanji's throat, feeling the way the muscles flexed as Sanji pushed his lips further down the toy. He made it further this time before he had to stop.

“You're getting better,” Zoro told him. Sanji just nodded, but he kept at it, trying again and again until his lips could meet where his hand was. Then Zoro walked him through the sucking part, what to do with his lips and his tongue and his cheeks. He also threw in tips for how to perform felatio, not just give it. To make sure the camera can see just enough of the cock, to keep his lips moist enough that the slide is easy.

Sanji certainly wasn't going to be deep throating anyone like a champion anytime soon, but he was trying hard enough and looked hot doing it that Zoro couldn't imagine anyone complaining.

Mid-motion, with the dildo still in his mouth, Sanji’s eyes found Zoro’s face. His eyes were half lidded and suggestive, implying that Sanji was thinking about Zoro while he did this, thinking about the feeling of Zoro’s cock in his mouth. And that might have been more than Zoro could tolerate.

Zoro sat back slightly so he could slip a hand into his pants, his fingers tightening around his slick cock. He was already incredibly wet from just watching Sanji practice on a dildo. As Zoro started stroking himself, he expected Sanji to abandon the toy, but he didn't. He just kept sliding that dildo between his lips, while he watched Zoro.

To his utter embarrassment, Zoro came incredibly fast, spilling into his own hand as Sanji finally pulled his lips off of the dildo. Sanji just smiled before he slid closer to Zoro, hand coming up to cup the back of Zoro’s head. Zoro just stared at him, captivated by how wet and red Sanji’s lips were.

“You should have let me practice on you,” Sanji whispered.

“I'll concede defeat on that one,” Zoro admitted. Sanji maneuvered so he was kneeling on either side of Zoro’s hips and Zoro licked his lips. Sanji’s cock, straining against the confines of his trousers, was right in front of Zoro’s face. There was almost something domineering in their positions, Sanji’s hand holding Zoro where he wanted him, and Zoro liked it.

They hadn't seen the script yet for their filming shoot. But Zoro knew that he would be written into the more dominating role. That was part of his reputation as a pornographic star. The script, which really just helped plan out what positions the actors would be in so the camera and lighting could be staged properly,  would display him as an in control top.

But like this? Sanji taking the reins, using Zoro as a means for facilitating his own pleasure? That was incredibly hot and Zoro wondered if this change came from Sanji being more confident with him. He'd surely played a role as the more dominating partner when he'd film with women and he'd hadn't yet been so confident and assertive with Zoro before. But maybe now that he knew sex with Zoro was fun and pleasure-filled, he was letting his own experience come to the forefront.

Sanji kept his hand on the back of Zoro’s head as Zoro’s hands started to undo the fastenings on Sanji’s pants. Then he pulled both the pants and briefs half way down Sanji’s thighs, exposing his hard cock. Zoro moved his hands to Sanji's ass, giving him a squeeze. Sanji let out a gasp and Zoro smiled.

Looking up at him, Zoro said, “let me show you how it's done.”

Sanji just nodded and Zoro ran his tongue over the head of Sanji's cock. Sanji moaned and Zoro sucked on the head to pull more sounds from Sanji. Sanji's hips stuttered and Zoro took more of Sanji's cock into his mouth. He used the hands now on the back of Sanji's thighs to hold Sanji in place as Zoro went down on him, using all the tips and tricks he'd told Sanji about.

Sanji couldn't control the snap of his hips or the filthy string of words and moans coming out of his mouth. Zoro took Sanji in so deep that his nose met Sanji's pubic hair and Zoro swallowed around the tip of Sanji's cock. Sanji's hand tightened painfully in Zoro's hair as he gasped out Zoro's name. Zoro pulled back slightly so he could do it again, and this time Sanji was coming. For added effect, Zoro moaned as he swallowed, sending shivers across Sanji's skin.

Zoro pulled Sanji's dick from his mouth and the other man slumped against him. Sanji ran his hand slowly and repeatedly over the back of Zoro's head and the gesture was intimate and adoring. Zoro turned Sanji's face to his so that Zoro could kiss him.

“After we shower, maybe we can order some food,” Sanji said. He let Zoro lift him to his feet but he seemed tired so Zoro kept a hand around his waist.

“I've just eaten, but takeout does sound nice.”

“Degenerate,” Sanji said with a smile. Zoro leaned over and kissed his temple.

-

Zoro had meant to think about what Mihawk had told him. But more than a week passed and Zoro hadn't spent any more time thinking about the advice. Instead he kept letting Sanji show up at his door, for whatever debauchery Sanji requested that day.

When Sanji asked to ride him on his sofa, in front of the large windows in his living room, of course Zoro agreed. The experience was worth it to see his own reflection in the glass, his cock disappearing into Sanji with every bounce of the other man's ass.

When Sanji had whispered that he wanted Zoro to sixty-nine him, Zoro had pushed him into the floor, too impatient to even drag them to the bedroom. That was the first time Sanji was able to swallow his come on the first try, sucking Zoro down in tandem to Zoro doing the same for him. And afterwards, as Zoro looked into Sanji's tired eyes, Zoro had the first inkling that maybe he liked Sanji more than just a casual fuck.

Because as much as Zoro liked fucking Sanji, and make no mistake he liked fucking Sanji, he was starting to like not fucking Sanji just as much. Liked the soft snoring Sanji did as he curled against Zoro in his sleep. Liked how Sanji tucked his feet under Zoro's legs when they sat on the couch watching tv after sex. Liked how Sanji had started keeping snacks and drinks in Zoro's kitchen that he liked.

He still didn't know Sanji that well on an emotional level. They hadn't talked much about their pasts or their interests, but Zoro thought that him even wanting to know those things probably indicated that he wanted a more defined relationship.

Fuck Mihawk and his accurate intuition. Zoro was bad at doing casual.

They were currently laying on the sofa, watching some crime drama, when a phone rang. They'd done their usual tango earlier, Zoro getting Sanji out of his clothes as soon as he was through the door, but today had been a filming day for Zoro. He hadn't quite had the stamina to fuck Sanji round after round. So after the one, Sanji's legs hooked around Zoro's waist as Zoro fucked him slow and deep, they decided to just laze around on the couch.

Zoro didn't know the ringtone which meant it had to be Sanji's phone ringing. Sanji untangled himself from Zoro and went to get his phone from the bedroom. Zoro sat up and watched as Sanji, phone and cigarettes in hand, walked towards the balcony. He mouthed to Zoro that he'd be quick and he answered his phone. Just before the door to the balcony closed, Zoro heard him call the person on the other end of the phone “ dad” .

Zoro waited a good fifteen minutes before he went to the door. It was dark out so he could only vaguely make out Sanji's frame but he saw the lit end of the cigarette. Sanji wasn't talking so Zoro assumed his call had ended and approached him. He slipped his arms around Sanji's waist and hugged the man to him.

“Sorry,” Sanji said. “That was my dad. I missed his call earlier so he was just following up.”

“That's okay,” Zoro said. He realized this was a good opportunity to learn more about Sanji. “What's his name?”

“Zeff.”

“Tell me about him.” So Sanji did, divulging that this Zeff was his adopted father and that Sanji had been estranged from his real father for most of his life. He didn't mention a mother, so Zoro didn't ask. As he finished his cigarette, he told Zoro different stories about his childhood and his teen years.

Zoro refrained from asking too many questions, even though he wanted to. He wanted to know everything about Sanji. His favorite childhood memories. What he was like as a teenager. Whether he had ever been in love.

But Zoro didn't ask. He just let Sanji share what he wanted and appreciated the crumbs.

“What about your parents?” Sanji asked. Zoro was quiet for a second before he answered.

“Both of my parents are deceased.”

“I'm sorry,” Sanji said quietly. The phrase wasn't dripping with pity, wasn't a statement of regret for asking, nor was it a proclamation that Zoro was some poor thing. It just felt sincere, like Sanji was sorry to hear that.

Zoro decided to tell Sanji about Kuina, his childhood friend, and about Luffy, who might be closer to Zoro's platonic soul mate. He tried to tell stories that mimicked the love and happiness that Sanji's stories about Zeff had. Eventually he stopped and they both just stood together in the darkness, Sanji's cigarette long finished and Zoro's heart feeling twice the size.

-

Mihawk slid the script across his desk to Zoro. Zoro picked it up and looked through it. This was the script he'd use for his shoot with Sanji in a week. There wasn't a lot of dialogue because Nami tended to encourage them to say what they were feeling or thinking in the moment. She could always cut out anything she found that ruined the mood, but the positions and staging were outlined in the script. This helped the camera and lighting crew be set up ahead of time and get the angles they wanted.

Zoro smiled as he read through the positions. Nearly all of them were positions he and Sanji were familiar doing together. Starting off with Sanji on his back, though the camera angles would require a bit more contorting, and ending with doggy style. Standard positions to show off the actors from various angles of love making.

He wasn't sure how it would feel to fuck Sanji in a room full of people. Normally it didn't bother Zoro. It was his job, obviously, but the lights, cameras, and directing from Nami and the others made porn feel like a play being performed. Just with more anal penetration.

But Zoro had been fucking Sanji in the privacy of his own home for the last couple of weeks. There were no spotlights. No director to call cut. Just Zoro and Sanji feeling the passion and pleasure between them. He wondered if it would feel differently on set or if their personal relationship would affect how they performed on film.

“How are you feeling?” Mihawk asked.

“Honestly? This might be the worst thing I've ever done. Or it might be the best. I don't know.”

“Have you spoken to him?”

“No,” Zoro admitted, understanding what Mihawk was asking. He still wasn't sure how to define his own desires so he didn't think it was necessary to bring them up to Sanji just yet.

“But you like him?” Mihawk asked. It wasn't accusatory, like Zoro had made some kind of mistake. It was resigned, like this was the outcome Mihawk had predicted.

“I do,” Zoro whispered.

“And are you sure you can have sex with him in that environment?”

“No. I'm not.” Mihawk was quiet for a second.

“I guess next Wednesday will tell.”

-

Zoro ran his hands up Sanji's side, leaning over to kiss Sanji's back. They'd already fucked today, twice if you included the soft pre-dawn fucking from that morning, and now Sanji was lazing happily in Zoro's bed. Zoro couldn't stop thinking about how Sanji's skin would look to his eye under the spotlights glow.

“How many times do you think we've fucked?” Zoro asked.

“Today?” Sanji asked.

“No, since we've met.” Sanji was quiet while he thought about it.

“Only including times with penetration? Probably 30 or so.” That many times in the span of a few weeks. That's probably a personal record for him.

“And to think that before you met me, your ass was virgin,” Zoro said. He slipped a hand underneath Sanji to run his finger across Sanji’s nipple. It hardened under his touch and Zoro kissed Sanji’s shoulder.

“Maybe I was just waiting for the right time,” Sanji said. He adjusted to give Zoro more space to touch his body, and Zoro obliged. He ran his hand across Sanji’s chest and down. It wasn't sexual because both of them were too tired, but it hinted at some comfort between them. They liked pressing skin to skin, having caressed intimate parts of themselves with care.

“Did you see the script?” Zoro asked.

“Mhmmm,” Sanji said, practically purring as Zoro’s hand ran languid lines over his stomach.

“Any thoughts?”

“My favorite position with you is in there,” Sanji said.

“What position is that?” Zoro asked. Sanji motioned for him to sit back so Zoro did, resting on his haunches as Sanji rolled over. He lifted one leg to rest his ankle on Zoro’s shoulder. The other leg rested casually on Zoro’s hips.

“Like this,” Sanji said. All of his nakedness was in front of Zoro, for his viewing pleasure and Zoro had to admit that he liked this position too. If he angled right, supported Sanji's hips against his thighs right, Zoro could fit almost his entire dick inside of Sanji. Zoro knew Sanji liked it that deep too because his body would tremble in pleasure  at being so full of Zoro.

“Why like this?” Zoro said, hand lazily running down Sanji's leg. He was expecting Sanji to say something about how it felt, or liking the way Zoro looked from that angle. But what Sanji said surprised him.

“This was the position I watched you in that day,” Sanji whispered.

“That day you watched me film?” Zoro asked. Sanji just nodded. Zoro didn't remember because Sanji showing up at his dressing room was the most memorable part of that day for him.

“Left an impression?”

“I remember thinking, ‘he looks like he's enjoying it.’” Zoro set Sanji's leg back on the bed so he could lay beside Sanji. He slid his arm around Sanji's waist and pulled the other's body against his. Sanji gave a little contented sigh and Zoro couldn't fight the overwhelming urge to kiss Sanji.

“Are you nervous about filming?” Zoro asked after he pulled back.

“No,” Sanji said. “I thought I would be, but I'm not. I know I'll be acting a bit for the cameras, but I know none of it will be bad with you.” Zoro hummed in agreement.

“It'll be hard not going for your prostate immediately. Scenes won't last very long if I'm fucking you like that.” Sanji smiled before he curled against Zoro, apparently ready for some sleep.

“True,” Sanji whispered against Zoro's neck. “You're surprisingly well trained to fuck me like I like it.”

Honestly? Zoro couldn't even argue that point because Sanji was right. Most days Sanji didn't have to communicate if he needed it faster or harder, Zoro had learned the nonverbal cues. If Sanji hooked his knee to Zoro's side, he wanted it faster. If he braced himself against the mattress, he wanted Zoro to fuck him harder.  And like a trained animal, Zoro obeyed every time, giving every thought and muscle movement to Sanji's complete and total pleasure. Zoro came so much harder knowing he'd fucked Sanji so good that Sanji couldn't talk right away.

And he slept surprisingly well afterwards knowing that Sanji was satisfied and comfortable and content in Zoro's arms.

-

The day before they were set to film, Zoro and Sanji did a walk through with Nami and her PA. They didn't do more than sit beside each other on the bed while Nami walked through where the cameras and lights would be set up. She walked through where the lube and extra condoms would be.

“We're planning on filming in four sets,” the PA said. “Kissing and foreplay for the first scene, first penetration at the edge of the bed for the second, a set where we can get some quick shots in different positions, and then last position so Zoro can come. Sanji, you'll come next when Zoro goes down on you. Any questions?”

Zoro and Sanji both shook their heads. Nami clapped her hands to signal that they were done. She pointed to Sanji.

“Sanji, go with the PA to see your dressing room. While you're there, he'll show you your wardrobe for tomorrow. Zoro, your wardrobe is already in your dressing room.”

Sanji stood up to follow the PA but before he left the set, he turned so he could wink at Zoro. They'd agreed previously not to spend tonight together. It would be better to come onto set tomorrow a little hungry for each other. Which meant that Sanji walking away from him, that mischievous wink on his face, that image would sit with Zoro tonight, mocking him, until he could see Sanji again tomorrow.

-

Zoro could tell that the wardrobe team spent way too long on what Sanji should wear for the first five minutes of the video. Zoro was just in fitted sweats and a plain white tee. Sanji, on the other hand, was in fitted black jeans and a navy blue button down. Zoro didn't remember the script saying anything about undoing thirty buttons.

Zoro took a seat on the bed while the crew finalized their camera and lighting setups. The bed dipped next to him and Zoro turned as Sanji sat down, his knee playfully tapping against Zoro's.

“You look good,” Zoro said. He'd meant it to come out like a joke, making fun of the fact that Sanji was more dressed than he was. But his tone softened as the words came out and he just sounded honest instead.

“It's in my contract,” Sanji said with a smile. “I like to look put together.”

Zoro thought about the various states of undress he'd seen Sanji in. A blouse half unbuttoned and nothing else on. Briefs and one of Zoro's borrowed shirts. The sheets tangled around his waist, the rest of his skin exposed for Zoro to kiss and touch as he wanted. Sanji proved that a good-looking man could stun in clothing or without.

Zoro was about to say something when Nami called everyone's attention. Zoro had almost forgotten that he and Sanji were surrounded by people. Zoro met Sanji's eye and Sanji just winked, damn him.

“Everyone to places,” Nami called and the various crew members scurried to their respective stations. Zoro turned more fully towards Sanji, who still seemed so nonchalant.

“I'm not nervous anymore,” Sanji said with a smirk.

“Why?” Zoro whispered. The lights clicked on and Zoro blinked away the sudden brightness. He met Sanji’s eyes and Zoro saw the soft blush on Sanji’s cheeks. Zoro smirked.

Liar .

“Because,” Sanji said as he sat forward so only Zoro could hear him. The overhead lights dimmed, but Zoro couldn't look away from Sanji's face. “Because I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else.”

“Sanji--”

“And action!”

The red light on the camera turned on, signifying that it was recording. It couldn't have been more than a second, but everything slowed down to just the inches between Zoro's face and Sanji's. Sanji’s eyes widened before his mouth did, a shared moment of affection and joy between them.

Then it was gone and Sanji leaned forward to kiss him. That snapped Zoro out of the moment and he reached up so he could grab Sanji's cheeks. Sanji was leaning into the kiss with more force than Zoro was used to, more aggressive than the soft kissing he and Sanji usually did.

Sanji's fingers traced the collar of Zoro's shirt, his fingers dipping under the fabric enough to be taunting. Zoro dropped his hands to Sanji's waist, the feeling of Sanji's hips familiar to him now. Zoro was just pushing Sanji's shirt up, hungry to touch Sanji’s skin, when someone called cut .

Sanji pulled back from Zoro, but he didn't move away from him as the camera stopped recording. Nami called one of the PA's to where she was sitting by the recording screens. She pointed out a few things to her assistant, but Zoro wasn't listening. He was too busy staring at Sanji's lips, at how bright and shiny they were in the lights. He knew Sanji would be putting those lips around his dick at some point today and Zoro's raging hard on did not bode well.

“You okay, mosshead?” Sanji asked. He was still impossibly close, his hand resting against Zoro's collarbone.

“Fine,” Zoro said, his fingers dipping underneath Sanji's shirt to brush against the other man's skin. Zoro was delighted to hear the way Sanji sucked in a quiet breath. “Are you okay?”

“More fine than you,” Sanji teased with a downwards glance at Zoro's lap, where he had a visible tent in his sweats. Zoro might actually have been blushing, but Nami called for them to resume before Zoro could say anything.

“Lay him down on the bed, Zoro.” This came from Nami. The red light on the camera flashed and so Zoro obeyed, using his hands on Sanji's hips to coax the other man to lay down. Sanji pushed the hand on Zoro's collarbone up into his hair so he could pull Zoro into another kiss.

With a prompt from the director, they started to undress each other. Zoro fumbled with all the buttons on Sanji's shirt like he worried he would. Then Sanji pushed up Zoro's shirt so he could kiss the path of Zoro's chest scar. That hadn't been in the script, but Zoro knew it went over well based on how the crew responded.

Zoro bit down playfully on Sanji’s neck and Sanji moaned out, the first one loud enough for the camera to pick up. Zoro felt the room go still and quiet, reminiscent of the same reaction Zoro had had when he first heard it. Zoro knew the camera wanted to hear it again, so he reached into Sanji’s pants and gave his dick a quick stroke.

That was also not in the script and Zoro wasn't sure the camera was even positioned to catch it, but Sanji tossed his head back and moaned. It sent shivers down Zoro's skin and he knew that would go over well with audiences. How could anyone hear Sanji sound like that and not want to be a part of it, to stay until the end to see him come undone?

“Fuck,” Zoro unintentionally whispered. He hadn't meant to say anything, but he just needed Sanji to know how badly Zoro wanted him. Needed Sanji to understand that Zoro was compliant and wanting under his hands. Zoro would do anything Sanji asked of him and it wasn't for the cameras.

Sanji opened his eyes, halfway like Zoro liked, and searched Zoro's face. Their faces were close and Zoro hoped his face conveyed how he felt, the jumble of emotions in his chest. Sanji just nodded his head once, like he understood, like he heard the rampant thoughts in Zoro's and he accepted them.

Zoro kissed him, deeply and with more affection than he thought he'd ever kissed anyone before. He felt Sanji smile into it before Sanji's hands were pushing at Zoro's sweats. Zoro remembered that he was supposed to be working and maneuvered his hips so Sanji could work both the sweats and Zoro's briefs off.

They were still in scene one, but this had been the most drawn-out undressing of Zoro's career. But Zoro could only assume that whatever he and Sanji had been doing was working because no one called a cut . In fact, it was unbelievably quiet as he got into a kneeling position. It wasn't a big deal for him to be nude, cock hard, in a room full of people. Over the course of his career, Zoro had had sex with various other men in rooms just like this.

But Sanji was different and Zoro could admit that. He did feel something for Sanji, an affection that went beyond just liking the sex between them. And staring down at Sanji, who per the script was supposed to be giving Zoro a blowjob right now, Zoro couldn't bring himself to do anything.

In a room full of his colleagues, he completely froze.

Sanji instantly noticed something was wrong and Zoro adored him for it, for recognizing Zoro's mood based on just his facial expression and body language. Sanji reached out for Zoro, but Zoro backed away from him. He stood off the bed and motioned for one of the assistants to bring him his robe.

“Zoro?” Nami called out to him. Zoro had just put his robe on when she came out of the little cave of screens and recording information.

“Can we just break for a bit?” Zoro asked. He didn't wait for a response. He just turned around and headed for the door, ignoring the stares from the rest of the crew.

And from Sanji, who looked shocked and concerned and maybe a little hurt.

Zoro had only been in his dressing room trying to figure out his feelings for five minutes before he heard a knock on the door. He figured it might be Nami, wondering what the hell he was doing. Or a PA come to retrieve him.

But it was Sanji, the one person Zoro really wanted to see and the one person he was worried to see right now.

“Can I come in?” Sanji asked, a mirror to that first day weeks ago. Zoro just nodded and let Sanji in, shutting the door behind them. Zoro just sat down on the sofa. Sanji joined him, sitting so he could face Zoro. Trying to lighten the mood, Sanji joked about Zoro having performance anxiety.

“I can't do it, Sanji.”

“Do what specifically?” Sanji asked.

“Fuck you in a room full of people like--” Zoro was going to say like it doesn't matter , but he couldn't quite get the words out.

“I thought you were okay with this,” Sanji said. “This was the end goal, remember?”

And maybe that was part of the problem. If he fucked Sanji for film, then what? Would he and Sanji stop having a personal relationship? Would Sanji launch into a career separate from Zoro? Was Zoro selfish for not wanting that?

He knew the answer was yes and that it was unfair of him to do this to Sanji, but Zoro couldn't bring himself to do it, to add Sanji to the long list of people he had worked with. Mihawk was right. Zoro should have had this conversation with Sanji before today.

“Don't screw with me,” Sanji said. “What happened out there? I know you don't have a problem fucking me, so what's the issue?”

“It's too personal,” Zoro admitted. “It feels too honest.” Sanji's face softened.

“We both have sex on camera for money. That's our job.”

“I know.” Sanji scooted closer so he could press his leg against Zoro's. Zoro looked at his face.

“What about filming with me bothers you?” Sanji asked. Zoro wanted to clarify that this was solely a problem for him. Sanji was fine, he was always perfectly good in Zoro’s eyes. But the distinction seemed unnecessary at the moment. “Is it that people will see it?”

“No,” Zoro said with a laugh. Sanji was one of the most attractive people Zoro had ever met. He deserved to be seen by other people, admired by other people.

“Is it that there's no privacy?” Sanji guessed. Zoro nodded because that was as close as he felt comfortable admitting in his dressing room with nothing on but a thin robe. Sanji hummed in understanding. “I shouldn't have asked you to sleep with me beforehand.”

“No,” Zoro said before Sanji was even done talking. God, the last thing he wanted was for Sanji to think he regretted any of the last few weeks. “It just feels too intimate with you.”

“You wouldn't feel that way if I hadn't pressured you into it, though.”

“Believe me, there was very little pressure required.” Sanji smiled at Zoro’s words.

“So could you do it if it was just us?” Sanji asked.

“Probably,” Zoro said, knowing that Nami wouldn't agree to it. People needed to man cameras and lights, make sure stuff was in focus and in frame. Sanji just nodded before he stood up. Zoro just watched him, curious.

“I'll be back,” Sanji said. Zoro just nodded and watched as Sanji left the dressing room. He waited for ten minutes, ignoring two calls that came in from Mihawk. Zoro just turned his phone on silent, but he saw the message Mihawk sent after his call were ignored.

I tried to tell you .

Yeah, he had. But Zoro had foolishly pushed forward anyway. Now he was trapped between not being able to film with Sanji but not wanting them to film with other people either. He'd have to compromise somehow, but he wasn't ready to battle those conflicting feelings out yet.

He heard the door handle turn and looked to see Nami barging into his dressing room, laptop in hand. She looked furious, and Zoro stood awkwardly. He'd been expecting Sanji but knew that he deserved whatever thrashing Nami was going to give him. He was wasting everyone’s time.

“What the hell is your problem?” she asked.

“I'm sorry.”

“That's not what I asked for,” Nami said. She sighed. “Zoro, you've worked here for over four years. I've known you for six. I've never seen you act this way.”

“I know. I'm sorry-”

“Don't fucking apologize again.” She put her laptop onto the table and opened it. She typed in her password while she spoke. “Sanji said you'd film if it was just the two of you in the room. And while that is a crazy idea that I would normally never agree to, I am willing to make an exception.”

“What?” Zoro asked in utter shock. “What about the crew?”

“Sanji offered to pay their wages for the day since they wouldn't be needed. But I intend to bill you for it. It's not his fault.”

“But the equipment-”

“Brook and I will be monitoring the footage from my office to make sure everything is recording properly. If I call the phone in that room, you better fucking answer.”

“I don't understand,” Zoro said.

“The only reason, and I mean the only fucking reason, that I'm agreeing to do this, is because of this .” She turned the laptop towards him so he could see the screen. It was a still image of Sanji and Zoro, taken from not even an hour ago when they'd been filming. It was that moment when their eyes met, when Sanji had given him that little nod. The camera had been zoomed in on their faces and it captured the very honesty Zoro had been worried about.

Zoro looked smitten. The soft expression on his face, paired with the love in his eyes made it abundantly clear to anyone that looked at him, how he felt about Sanji. He wore it so plainly, so freely for anyone to see. God, the whole company could probably tell why Zoro had asked to stop.

But more surprising was the mirrored look on Sanji's face. There was lust there for sure, but something deeper too. Every soft line on Zoro's face that betrayed his true feelings was matched by one on Sanji's face. Zoro couldn't say anything around the knot in his chest.

“Do you know why people like watching Robin and Franky?” Nami asked.

“Because she's hot?” Zoro guessed. And even if Zoro wasn't interested in being with any woman, he'd be blind not to admit that Nico Robin was beauty incarnate.

“Okay, that's definitely part of it,” Nami admitted. “But it's because they're in love and it's obvious when you watch them. The way she smiles at him and the way he holds her. People like the romance of it. It feels beautiful. That's what we make films for. For people, queer people, to see all the love and beauty this life has to offer.”

Nami didn't need to elaborate further. Zoro looked back at the still of him and Sanji. People would make assumptions about them based on shots like this, assumptions that may or may not prove true. But audiences would believe it all the same.

“Okay,” Zoro said. Nami nodded and closed her laptop.

“Good. Be back on set in ten. Sanji will be the only one waiting for you.”

-

Sanji was laying on the bed, looking calm and peaceful when Zoro got back on set. Zoro couldn't look at anything else. This time he didn't see the cameras or the lights or where people might have stood.

He just saw Sanji, with his blond curtain of hair and his short beard and his sweet smile.

Zoro joined Sanji on the bed, sitting beside him. Sanji had stripped down to just his briefs, his skin looking just the right kind of inviting to Zoro. Zoro leaned over to kiss him, but Sanji stopped him before their lips met.

“Are you okay?” Sanji asked.

“I am now. Thank you.”

“They're already recording,” Sanji said, fingers waving to where the main camera's red light was on. Zoro checked the other three cameras and saw that they were on as well.

Zoro didn't say anything else, just pushed forward so he could kiss Sanji. Sanji returned the kiss happily, his arms going around Zoro's neck to hold the other man against him. Sanji's hands pushed at Zoro's robe and he slipped out of it, wanting only to feel Sanji's skin against his own.

Sanji left one arm around Zoro's shoulders but dropped his other so he could take Zoro's cock in his other hand. As Sanji stroked him hard again, Zoro kissed Sanji. His lips, his cheeks, his jaw, the lines of his neck. Any bit of him that Zoro could have in that moment, he wanted to feel Sanji against his lips.

Sanji stopped stroking him but only so he could urge Zoro to sit back. Zoro did, remembering what had been next in the script. He rested back on his elbows and waited for Sanji. Sanji smiled at him and crawled over to Zoro. He kissed him, deeper than either of them were expecting, before dropping his head low so he could take Zoro's cock into his mouth.

Zoro moaned at the immediate wet heat of Sanji's mouth. Zoro was proud of him too because Sanji had learned everything Zoro had taught him and he definitely knew how to apply it. He made sure his hand didn't cover too much of the action, he didn't fight the snap of Zoro's hips, he arched his back like Zoro had told him. Honestly, Zoro was going to give Sanji the best head of his life later as a congratulations.

“Good boy,” Zoro told him, voice slurred in pleasure. He was just thinking towards the next thing, putting the condom on as fast as possible so he could fuck Sanji good and proper. Sanji looked up at him and god, it should be inhuman for anyone to look that good with a dick in their mouth. But Sanji did and based on the mirth in his eyes, he knew it too.

Sanji gave a few final bobs of his head before he pulled off. Zoro's cock was so wet, so eager to be in other parts of Sanji. Sanji wiped at his mouth with just the pad of his thumb and Zoro grabbed the waistband of his briefs so he could pull Sanji in for a kiss.

“Fuck me,” Sanji said once he pulled back.

“How bad do you want me?” Zoro asked. Sanji sat back so he could appraise Zoro.

“I've wanted you every second since I first saw you,” Sanji admitted. “All I think about is how badly I want you to fuck me.”

“Touch yourself,” Zoro commanded “But keep talking.”

Zoro stood up and walked to the bedside table to grab condoms and lube. While he was up, he snuck behind the cameras to see which angles they were positioned for. Meanwhile, Sanji did as Zoro asked. He slid his briefs off so he could fully grab hold of his cock. He was lounging back on the bed and talking as he stroked, telling Zoro about all the ways he wanted Zoro to fuck him.

Zoro stopped so he could admire the angle, Sanji with his knees bent, lazily stroking himself, his posture matching his words. He was absolutely hungry for Zoro, was reaching his limit for how much longer he could wait. Zoro quickly rolled the condom on and applied lube to his fingers and his cock. He just dropped the closed lube container onto the ground in his haste to get to Sanji.

He crawled onto the bed and immediately pushed one finger against Sanji's hole. He'd seen the camera and knew this would be a good angle, but more than that was the sound Sanji made when Zoro pushed the first finger in. As Zoro fucked him on his fingers, Sanji moaned and writhed. Zoro wasn't sure if the performance was for the camera or for him, but like this, Sanji was the very picture of pleasure and debauchery.

Zoro pulled his fingers out and positioned himself between Sanji's thighs. Sanji put his arms over his head and Zoro smiled. Sanji probably made a stunning image like that for the camera, the long line of his body hungry for impending pleasure. 

But Zoro could only look into his eyes. Sanji's hair spread out and left his whole face unusually exposed, but because of the angle, it couldn't be seen by the camera. Which means that Sanji's trusting look was only for Zoro, meant to convey something personal and intimate.

Zoro raised Sanji's legs, wrapping them around his hips. He slid his hands over Sanji's thighs, liking the way Sanji trembled slightly with expectation. Zoro lined up his cock and began the slow push in, his grunts accompanying the snap of his hips while Sanji's moans paired with the twist of his hands in the sheets.

It felt as wonderful as always being inside Sanji, but something about this felt extra sweet. Maybe it was that less than a half hour ago Zoro had seen photographic proof that Sanji felt something for him. Zoro's insatiable desire to give Sanji pure joy, whether it was in the form of carnal bliss or laughing over Chinese takeout. That was something Sanji felt too.

“That feels so fucking good,” Sanji told him, his body sliding against the silk sheets with every thrust of Zoro's hips. Zoro knew that wasn't an exaggeration. He was fucking Sanji like he liked it, his hips a quick rhythm against Sanji's ass as he thrust his cock as deep as he could with every push. Sanji was feeling good, Zoro could feel the way Sanji's body tightened in pleasure.

“Not yet,” Sanji said. Zoro suddenly remembered that he was filming, that he still had thirty minutes of usable footage to get. But if he kept this up, he'd be coming soon. Sanji seemed like he'd come even sooner. The plan had originally been to film in four sections so they could come in between if they needed to. But Zoro didn't want to stop. Not in the moment and not after today.

Zoro pulled out, and Sanji gasped at the empty feeling. Zoro covered Sanji's body with his and just kissed him. Sanji's nails scratched Zoro's back as Zoro pushed back inside, enjoying the overwhelming press of Sanji's chest to his, the cage of Sanji's arms and legs holding him there.

Zoro pressed his forehead to Sanji's temple, his nose brushing Sanji's cheek. Sanji was panting so loudly in his ear, breath hitching with every press of Zoro's cock to his sweet spot. Zoro knew he should switch positions, get some positions of Sanji riding him, or something else. But when Zoro closed his eyes, he saw the image Nami had shown him earlier.

“I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else either,” Zoro whispered. He knew the camera couldn't pick up his words. They were only for Sanji's ears. Sanji turned his head and placed a soft, tender kiss to Zoro's cheek.

Zoro and Sanji moved around the bed, switching to various positions for a few thrusts that the team could edit together for a montage. There wasn't anything particularly romantic about the quick switches, but Zoro bet they looked fantastic. The thick sheen of sweat over their skin, the hickeys on Sanji's pale complexion, Sanji's fingers gripping Zoro's arms.

Zoro was nearing his limit and he could tell Sanji was too. Zoro maneuvered Sanji onto his knees and entered him for the final stretch. Sanji held Zoro against him, his fingers wrapped with Zoro's where they rested against Sanji's chest. Sanji could feel when Zoro came, could feel the way Zoro's body stuttered against Sanji's back. Zoro kissed Sanji's shoulder as he finished coming.

“You came so hard for me, baby,” Sanji said. Zoro pulled out, his limbs heavy from the intense love making. But Zoro wasn't done yet. He pulled off the dirty condom and tossed it to the floor. Sanji had rolled onto his back so he could stare up at Zoro. His cock was still so hard and all Zoro wanted was to feel Sanji's orgasm on his tongue.

Zoro leaned forward to kiss Sanji's knees, his thighs, to the shaft of his cock, then the tip. Sanji whined, the need to come stronger than anything else at the moment. Zoro took Sanji in deep, let Sanji thrust his cock as he needed to. When Sanji came, Zoro held Sanji's cock in his mouth until he was soft and empty.

This was almost exactly like that first time they fucked, weeks ago. Zoro had come then like he had today, taking Sanji from behind with deep penetrations and a quick pace. Then Zoro had sucked Sanji off, relished the way Sanji had come in his mouth with utter abandon.

Zoro kissed his way up Sanji's torso, liking the soft, tired sighs that Sanji made. Zoro laid down beside Sanji. He used his fingers to tip Sanji's face towards his, kissing the man deeply.

Happily.

The phone rang, but Zoro didn't bother answering it. He just continued kissing Sanji like he didn't have anything else in the world to do.

-

Zoro found Sanji waiting outside his dressing room, bundled up in his winter coat. He smiled when Zoro stepped out.

“Would I be wrong in guessing that you like me too much to make me sleep alone tonight?” Sanji asked. Zoro leaned over so he could kiss Sanji's scalp. He didn't need to respond. The answer was obvious.

-

Later that night, Sanji left to get take out that they ate lazily while some documentary about fish played in the background. Afterwards, Sanji went to take a shower and Zoro followed. He was just walking back into the bathroom with fresh towels when he stopped to admire Sanji. He was taking stock of the love bites across his neck and chest. They were elsewhere too, Zoro knew, but not as easily seen in a mirror.

“You really did a number on me,” Sanji said, fingers pressing against a particularly dark hickey. Zoro couldn't help it. He laughed and it was playful but also a little in love. Sanji just waited for Zoro to explain.

“Sorry,” Zoro said. “It's just that you've really done a number on me too.”

“There are definitely a disproportionate amount of hickeys between us,” Sanji said, but his face and voice had softened. He'd understood what Zoro had meant. Sanji hopped up on the bathroom vanity counter and beckoned Zoro closer. Zoro dumped the towels on the floor and wrapped his arms around Sanji, rested his cheek on Sanji's collarbone.

“You did a good job today,” Zoro whispered.

“Thank you. When you put your hands on me, I lose control of myself.” Sanji wrapped his arms around Zoro in return, liking the weight of Zoro's heavy bulk against him. “Can I admit something to you?”

“Yes.”

“The first video I ever watched of yours had a blond in it. His hair was longer than mine, and we don't look anything alike. But you had him howling in pleasure. I knew anal felt good, given the ex and her strap-on, but I could picture it if I closed my eyes. I kept imagining that that blond was me, touched myself thinking about it.”

“Yeah?” Zoro said, voice a little breathless.

“That's why I asked you to sleep with me. It wasn't entirely for the reason I told you. It's because I needed it like an addict. I couldn't go another day without knowing what it felt like to have you inside of me.”

“Did you use your fingers?” Zoro asked. Sanji nodded, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Used to watch your videos while I fucked myself open on a dildo.” Sanji leaned forward to whisper in Zoro's ear, lips ghosting over the shell. “You're so much better in the flesh.”

“Keep talking like that and we'll never get in the shower,” Zoro warned.

“I am honestly too tired,” Sanji said. “But I wouldn't say no to being woken up that way.”

Zoro appreciated the honesty. All of it. Sanji's admission of his desires felt deeply personal, like he wanted Zoro specifically to know them. Wanted Zoro to know how much Sanji had lusted after him. It made Zoro want to be honest with Sanji too.

“Would you want to be with me?” Zoro asked. He couldn't see Sanji's face but that was preferred at the moment.

“What would that look like?”

“You and your fucking question answers,” Zoro said.

“Just answer the question, moss-for-brains.”

“We go on dates, the movies or a fancy restaurant or even a picnic. You introduce me to your dad. We have a weekly schedule of TV shows we watch. All my things start to smell like you. I fuck your brains out whenever you want.”

“Isn't that what we were already doing?” Sanji asked.

“Yes, but this time I'll tell you how I feel about you.”

“That does sound nice,” Sanji said. He tilted Zoro's face towards his and kissed him lightly. It was soft and sweet, conveying feelings that words hadn't yet. The way that Zoro pushed Sanji’s hair behind his ear suggested that he wanted to do the gesture a million more times. Sanji responded by kissing Zoro's facial scar, an extra bit of tenderness to the parts that were uniquely Zoro.

Later after they kissed as much as they could, Zoro finally drew them a bath. He settled in Sanji's arms, liking the brush of Sanji's fingers over his chest scar, delicate but unapologetic. Zoro was just falling asleep from comfort when Sanji woke him up.

“Wait, you said you top for work and casual hookups,” Sanji said.

“I did say that.”

“Then if we're dating, this is no longer a casual hookup.” Zoro smiled, understanding and liking where Sanji's point was going.

“That would be true.”

“Do you take it as good as you give it?”

“Honestly?” Zoro said. “I think I do it better.”

“Guess you'll just have to prove it to me,” Sanji said before placing a kiss on Zoro's cheek.

-

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Mihawk asked Zoro, four weeks later when they met for their weekly meeting.

“Yes,” Zoro said. Because it was. It was something he and Sanji had talked about following their decision to make their relationship more official. It also might be a good thing for both of their careers given how successful their film was.

It had been viewed over five hundred thousand times in the past few weeks since it had been uploaded online. Of all the porn on the internet, five hundred thousand people had decided to watch him make love to Sanji in an empty room. Sanji had also seen a larger interest in him by audiences now that he'd proved he could do gay porn too. His Instagram followers count was pushing five digits.

Zoro had been right. The gay porn scene loved Sanji, had welcomed him with open arms. Sanji looked so remarkable on camera. He had this magnetism that captivated audiences. They wanted to fuck him, wanted to be him, and wanted to be fucked by him. They liked him and Zoro together. Audiences read the same thing in their faces as Zoro had. They'd seen the affection in the way Zoro and Sanji moved together.

Since he and Sanji had decided to become romantically involved, Zoro couldn't get it up for anyone else. Okay, physically and logically he could, but he didn't want to. He'd done two shoots since his film with Sanji and they had been unbearable. His body, his mind, his soul. They were owned by Sanji, commanded by him. Zoro didn't want to be fucking anyone else.

So he and Sanji decided they wanted an exclusive contract with each other, like Robin and Franky had. They would be a packaged deal, exclusively filming together. They'd discussed being comfortable with the addition of third or fourth stars for threesome and orgy type videos. But Zoro wanted Sanji opposite him in any video he filmed from now on.

The added benefit was that Zoro was removing his “top only” clause. Because as much as Sanji said Zoro was trained to fuck him, he apparently was trained to be fucked by him too. He liked bottoming for Sanji, liked the fast rhythm Sanji favored, liked Sanji's strong thighs, liked the way Sanji wouldn't pull out until he was completely soft and aching from the overstimulation.

They'd also stopped using condoms when it was just them, which somehow made everything just a bit filthier. Sanji's propensity for dirty talk only increased when Zoro would beg Sanji to fill him up. Zoro referred to himself jokingly as a cumslut once and now Sanji liked to use it in bed, whispering the words into the heady air while he pinned Zoro to the mattress. And Zoro was, truly, with the way it turned him on.

“You seem happy,” Mihawk told him.

“I actually really am,” Zoro said. He thought about Sanji falling asleep on the couch, the smell of freshly cooked food, the way Sanji smiled when he was teasing Zoro. Zoro was incredibly happy and Mihawk nodded.

“Have you spoken to Nami about this?” Mihawk asked.

“She said that she can't argue with Sanji and I's success.”

“Then I'll draft up a new contract and call Iva so we can make sure ours match.”

“Thank you,” Zoro said, meaning it for a lot more than just what Mihawk was doing today. He meant it for the years of mentoring Mihawk had given him. Years of caring about Zoro's life and his career. Zoro felt like maybe repaying that. “Before, when you said that it didn't matter anymore if you still loved Shanks, I think you were wrong. It does still matter.”

Mihawk didn't say anything. Just made a noncommittal noise before he turned to look out his office window. Zoro knew he was dismissed, but he hoped Mihawk would at least consider the advice. The man deserved to be happy.

-

On his walk home, Zoro called Sanji. Sanji answered on the second ring with a sleepy hello that made Zoro's heart melt. He let Sanji know about his meeting and that Mihawk would work on making it happen.

“Guess you'll have to get over being too shy to fuck me in a room of people,” Sanji teased.

“Do you want me to stop and get lunch somewhere?”

“No, I'll use the leftover chicken to make us some sandwiches when you get home”

“Anything for dessert?” Zoro asked, his tone implying what he couldn't openly say on the busy sidewalk.

“It's a nice day outside,” Sanji said.

“What's that mean?”

“I think you should bend me over the balcony railing and fuck me hard enough for our neighbors to hear.”

“It's a very nice day for that,” Zoro said.

“Love you, mosshead.”

“I love you too.” Sanji hung up the phone and Zoro walked the rest of the way home, to his and Sanji's home, with a big dumb smile plastered on his face for the world to see.