Sanji had two, three, maybe four drinks under his belt. Enough to be loose, confident. The liquid courage to try what he’d been wanting to try, and Zoro had the dick he wanted to try it on.
The party at the Levasian Estate was in full swing. Music and conversation carried through the open doors of the ballroom and into the sprawling halls, mingling with the clink of glasses. Sanji had finished his feastly-duties, tied possibly five on, and now waited for Zoro to wander off. The estate had many rooms, closets, and dark corners for assignations.
Sanji liked that word. Assignations. Ass-ig-nations. Assssssssss.
Could’ve been six drinks.
But Sanji knew what he was doing. He could think. He could consent. He could stop dithering like a dithery ditherer and do something about his hard-on for the green-haired monstrosity. Walking around without a shirt more than half the time. Flexing the muscles. Glistening from his workouts. Bending over to pick things up and putting that perfectly sculpted ass on display.
Sanji was a little gay.
Not much. Because ladies. Curves. Boobs. Another great word. Boobs. Boooooooobs.
He liked boobies.
And dick. Maybe.
And the green cocktail he kept ordering because it looked like the moss’s hair and it made him snicker every time he drank it.
The trouble with being him was that he thought too much. Worried too much. Cared too much about what people thought. It had been months and months and months since he’d started lusting after Zoro’s perfect pert posterior, and he hadn’t done anything about it but jack off behind a locked bathroom door.
Now they were at a party with freely flowing tasty drinks, and Sanji’s seven glasses made him want to give it a gay ol’ try.
He just had to wait.
And wait.
And pee.
Sanji danced in place for a while, hoping the steel-bladdered brute who was drinking like a fish would have to go, too. But he just kept drinking. And Sanji’s teeth were swimming.
He had to finally give in and run to the restroom before he ruined his suit.
Relieved in multiple ways, Sanji washed up, checked his appearance in the mirror, and wondered what Zoro thought about him. He had muscles, good cheekbones, and nice hair. Sanji didn’t know Zoro’s type, other than not women. Sanji hoped it was him. He’d hate for his eight drinks to have gone to waste.
Straightening his cuffs, he headed back to the party – only to find Zoro gone.
Damn it.
Luckily, Sanji had excellent marimo-tracking skills. Even pre-Observation Haki, he could find the lost meathead with relative ease. Mostly, he just closed his eyes, spun in a circle, and went whatever way he was pointing when he stopped.
Sanji did that now. And nearly fell on his ass. Probably shouldn’t perform spins after nine drinks. He opted to use Observation Haki instead.
Zoro was opening and closing doors along a hallway two floors up. The stairs were nowhere near the party. His skill at getting himself lost was amazing. Almost as amazing as his ass.
Sanji neatened his tie and set off after him. He was going to do this. He was going to pull Zoro into one of those rooms and do sex things to him.
He made it to the appropriate floor and the appropriate hallway and found the appropriate man disappearing through a door. He slammed the door open again once he reached it, and declared, “I want to suck your dick.”
Then the world suddenly went sideways, narrowed sharply, and the floor rushed up to greet him.
Maybe he shouldn’t have had those ten drinks.
When Sanji woke, he had a splitting headache, a roiling stomach, and it tasted like something died in his mouth. He pried open an eyelid only to slam it shut again at the daylight coming through the porthole in the men’s quarters.
He had no idea how he got to the Sunny or why he was still in his suit. He remembered the party, the green cocktails, and…
It came back to him in a technicolor rush which did nothing for his nausea. He’d finally made a move. Finally got the balls to do something about his stupid crush. And what happened? Face met floor instead of dick.
Sanji groaned and pressed his fingers to his aching eyes. Iva had said he was a bisexual disaster in the making. He hated to have proven them right.
With a forlorn sigh, he forced himself out of bed. He needed Chopper’s hangover cure, a hangover breakfast, and a pack or two of hangover cigarettes.
He freshened up at the sink in the men’s quarters, changing into a soft pullover and loose trousers. He ducked briefly into the toilet outside, tucked beneath the steps leading up to the girls’ room and the helm. Then he trudged across the Sunny’s main deck, grumbling and squinting in the bright light, and up the stairs to the galley.
Where he ran into Zoro coming out the door.
Sanji stopped short, not ready for this encounter.
Zoro stopped short, too, and a bright red flush washed over him up to his hairline and all the way down his chest, visible through the open placket of his coat.
That was… unexpected.
“Uh… hi.” Zoro rubbed the back of his neck and looked everywhere but at Sanji.
“Hi,” Sanji echoed, staring in fascination. He can’t ever recall Zoro blushing this much, ever.
“Uh…” Zoro hemmed again, and seemed to find the sky riveting. “Do you remember…”
“I remember,” Sanji said, with an internal wince. Guess they were having this conversation right now. Unless he just kicked Zoro. Started a fight. Repressed, denied, and avoided.
Except Zoro seemed to turn even redder, as he whispered faintly, “Oh.”
Then he took a very deep breath and said in a rush, “Wanttogoonadatesometime?”
It took a second for Sanji to translate, but when he did, his hangover suddenly seemed very, very far away. His heart made a stupid pitter-pat and a smile spread across his lips. “Look forward to it.”
“Okay.” Zoro nodded more than necessary, still not looking at Sanji. “Bye.”
He dodged around Sanji, pounded quickly down the stairs, and was up the rigging to the crow’s nest in a flash.
Sanji laughed quietly to himself, and pushed through the galley door. His hangover returned with a vengeance, forcefully reminding him that he’d tied on one or two the night before.
Completely worth it.
Because he’d started off wanting some dick and got a date instead.
End