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Zoro regained his hearing before the rest of his body came back online. It was a strange, floating sensation, his mind swimming, not able to grasp onto anything tangible.
He couldn't feel his body, not really. He could tell when people were closer to him than not but all he felt was numbness. It was unnatural, probably the work of pain medication. It didn't allow him to worry about it for too long, either.
There was a woman around a lot. Chopper, definitely. Luffy visited here and there, brief but loud. He couldn't remember much, moments drifting away shortly after they happened.
In moments of clarity, he thought of two things. The first was what he saw when he was on the doorstep to hell. That figure—death incarnate—the ghost who only grew closer the further he tried to run.
It was the only thing he could do. He had promises to keep. A new promise, too. Which was the other thing on his mind. That call he got from the cook—the request he made—the request that Zoro agreed to fulfil.
"If I'm not myself after this is all over... I want you to kill me."
The tell-tale sliding of the door opening and shut and the soft click of the lock brought Zoro out of his thoughts. The dulled thud of footsteps approached him—not hooves, sandals or dainty slippers.
His visitor sat next to him. He smelled like fish and fried food and cigarettes. Sanji.
Zoro hadn’t even realized he could smell. Maybe the room always smelled the same. But Sanji's scent clung to him and Zoro’s foggy mind clung to it like a lifeline.
"Idiot moss..." Sanji whispered. His scent became even stronger and Zoro's forehead felt tingly and nice and he realized he could feel his forehead. Sanji was stroking him there—a soft, gentle touch.
"Mm, just relax for once, won't you? You look constipated."
The tingling feeling moved to his hair, his scalp. He melted into it, soft static sparking pleasurably in his mind.
"There you go..."
The way Sanji touched him... it was really nice. It soothed him enough for his thoughts to slow and for him to slip into sleep. A nice, floaty sleep—not a blank and timeless unconsciousness.
He started to dream. He dreamed Sanji grew bolder, stroking down his face, down his arms, down his torso. The kind of touch Zoro knew he'd never get if he were awake. It felt so real, and Zoro relished in it.
Sanji's deft, calloused fingers ghosted over his bandages. They ran up to his pecs, swiping over his nipples, so that the gauze rubbed against them. Slow, liquid pleasure ran through his veins, heating his body nicely as arousal pooled in his abdomen. It mixed really well with whatever painkillers were in his system.
He relaxed further and when he opened his eye he was in a dimly lit room. He recognized the room—back in the Skull Dome. That silent moment where everything had stilled and it was just him and Sanji, alone.
He couldn't move but that was okay.
Sanji was there, bandaging him. Zoro was warm all over, sensitive every time Sanji touched him.
A cigarette was hanging from his lips, glowing and illuminating Sanji’s sharp features. Zoro only had to meet Sanji's eyes once for Sanji to smirk, removing the cigarette and blowing out smoke.
He climbed up onto the table with Zoro, straddling him.
It was familiar.
Sanji stared down at him, a glint in his eyes, mirth in his lopsided smirk.
Zoro's cock strained against his pants.
Sanji reached over, shifting up slightly in a way that put pressure on his crotch. He sighed in relief and rolled his hips as Sanji brushed his thumb against Zoro's bottom lip.
It quieted his mind. He burned with a languid arousal. He blinked, eyelid heavy, bucking his hips in his bound state.
His eye slipped shut and he sunk into a deeper sleep. It was good, really good. Warmth turned to pleasure which turned to desperation. He whined, trying to find his relief, but there was a voice in his ear, shushing him and soothing him.
Relax, it said.
All the tension seeped out of him and only the floating thrum of pleasure remained. He was so close to the edge.
He couldn't think and he moaned when something cool and slick entered him. It didn't matter how, it didn't matter who, it only mattered that it felt good.
"Feels good, doesn't it," that honeyed voice muttered in his ear. "I'm the only one who knows how to touch you... who can touch you... make you feel good..."
He felt so much better than when he played with himself. The stretch—the way he was filled, the way the fingers moved inside him—all he had to do was sink into the feeling and enjoy.
He wanted more. All his senses buzzed, aching for release.
A burning stretch—one a lot bigger than before—filled him slowly and then all at once.
Zoro snapped his eye open.
His heart beat wildly. His vision swam. Pain mixed with pleasure and he grunted, groaning as the body above him moved.
Blonde bangs swung in front of his face, sweat and blood dripping down onto Zoro's bandaged chest.
He was awake and Sanji was here. Fucking him.
He thrusted again and Zoro whined, his mind still foggy and half-asleep. Clouded from the coma he'd been in.
Sanji's face snapped up and he met his eyes.
"Ah—fuck," Sanji swore, his hips thrusting into him. Zoro was so full.
"C'k..." Zoro moaned out, his voice hoarse and mouth dry from disuse.
Sanji loomed over him. His eyes were wild, pupils blown. He reached up and ran his thumb over Zoro's forehead, the touch soft and calming. He leaned in, pushing his cock into Zoro, angling it so that it brushed against a spot that shot white-hot pleasure up his body.
"Mm... let me take care of you Zoro..." he said, mouth so close to Zoro's ear that he could feel Sanji's hot breath.
Zoro shuddered. He was hot all over, his dick hard and neglected. He bucked up his hips, and gasped when Sanji's cock shifted inside of him.
Sanji dove in before Zoro could close his mouth again, pushing their lips together in a languid, sloppy open-mouthed kiss. He'd never been kissed like this before—Sanji's tongue explored his mouth—the taste of copper seeping in as his nose bled. It overwhelmed Zoro as Sanji slowly rocked into him, noises punched out of both of them as he moved faster and faster.
Zoro whined, chasing the feeling, sinking into it. Sanji moved in even closer, his stomach rubbing along Zoro's cock.
He wanted nothing more but to move, to stimulate himself, but he was numb and slow so all he could do was let his eye fall shut as he whimpered into Sanji's mouth.
Sanji was moving quickly but it wasn't rough. Sanji was holding back.
Because he'd died. He’d been dragged to hell and back again. Dragged back by Sanji, who touched him and fucked him while he slept.
A blend of sickening clarity and hot, wet, guilty pleasure flushed through him, tears pricking his eye as Sanji fucked him.
He detached their mouths and Zoro gasped when Sanji sucked at his neck, his skin tingling with strange oversensitivity that were both numbed and heightened artificially.
He couldn't concentrate long enough to form words, his mouth open and moaning loud and high.
Sanji's pace became more erratic and he finally, finally, reached down, thumbing the head of Zoro's cock, gathering slick and jerking it.
"Fuck..." Zoro whined.
He came with a broken moan, his whole body lighting up, flooding his senses. Sanji fucked him through it, whispering soft words in his ears and making his head go fuzzy. A tear rolled down his cheek as he emptied himself on both his and Sanji’s stomachs.
When he was spent, his body went completely numb, his tense muscles relaxing and tingling with the aftershocks. Sanji pulled out and Zoro clenched around nothing as the sparking static of his orgasm faded away.
He didn't even have the strength to open his eye. Sanji shifted above him, his smell overwhelming as he moved above Zoro's face.
"Fuck, you have no idea how you look right now..." Sanji said. "Nice and blissed out, all for me..."
Sanji moaned and his cum splattered on Zoro's face, hitting his nose and dripping into his mouth. It was thick and bitter. He swallowed.
Sanji whimpered. "I'll have to fill you up properly one day," he said. "But you look good like this too."
It took a lot of effort to not slip back to sleep. He needed to... he had to stay awake.
A timer dinged. The sound was familiar, he remembered hearing it a lot recently.
"Ah, right," Sanji said.
Zoro was sure he'd be able to open his eye again in just a few minutes.
Something poked his arm. A needle. Sanji had injected him with something.
"Time to go back to sleep," Sanji cooed, "Let this just be another dream, yeah?"
Sanji’s lips on his own were the last thing he felt before he slipped back into the depths of unconsciousness.