m fine," Zoro said, stumbling into

m fine," Zoro said, stumbling into Luffy and giving him an awkward hug. His mouth kept working, but he didn't have enough air and only cradled Luffy close. "Fine, okay?"

Luffy clung to him, shaking his head in denial.

For all the noise they caused, there were a great many things that went unsaid on the Thousand Sunny. Usually because there was no need for words. Occasionally, because there were things Luffy wasn't allowed to see (shadows of ghosts behind every step, cursed blades and their hunger, broken knuckles and over-burdened heart and dislocated shoulders and bruises from so many fists and kicks when they both knew Zoro's blades kept such attacks away from him but not from Luffy how did it – )

Why weren't they laughing, Luffy asked himself. The air in here wasn't enough to hold all the questions he'd never ask. They should laugh because Zoro was clinging to him, alive and awake. His kisses were too clumsy and he almost stumbled on the trousers until, with a snarl, he grabbed a sword and cut them apart.

Perhaps there wasn't room enough for laughter either. What was, what almost overwhelmed him, was Zoro's desperation. The same call he had felt from everyone on the crew at some time – save me, pull me up, don't let me drown – and even if Luffy sunk like a hammer, he'd never hesitated to dive in after them.

Zoro was a pretty awful kisser. Luffy suspected that he was too, but it was okay. They had time to train together.

This time, when he pushed Zoro down onto the chairs, they both moved very carefully. The controls remained unmolested, the shark resting calmly in the water. When the seats had moved back, they'd become better aligned for their purposes. Zoro could lie down on them, almost comfortably, and Luffy could kneel above him.

Could keep kissing him, could lick his face clean while watching, gauging, until color had returned to him. .

"Zoro," he whispered, because the words were almost choking him. (Nothing happened)

"We're sailing on," Zoro said, finally, the barest hint of pleading in his voice. "Any battle you walk away from..."

"Right. We should celebrate." Luffy grabbed hold of all the little bits that didn't quite fit. Put them away. No debts and guilty obligations between them.

Nothing. Happened.

When Luffy kissed Zoro next, there was no lie in his touch. There was nothing hidden, no dark secrets or suspicions. Because Luffy was hungry for him, was curious and excited and that was the truth.

Perhaps not the only truth, but it was the only one they needed.

When Zoro's shoes thumped to the floor, Luffy managed a honest snigger. What an image they must have made moments ago.

"We're not telling the cook about that part," Zoro quickly informed him. "Let's just not say –" brag, Luffy mentally substituted – "anything at all. Until we've done it at least twice."

"Only once, but without kicks or mistakes," Luffy suggested instead, because he remembered how long it took to learn rubber punching and how Ace had laughed at him for weeks, the bastard.

"Or biting. Well. The bad kind of biting."

"Perfect. Oh, and Zoro? I'm warning you now."

As if he had spoken a prophecy before, this time it actually worked. Zoro was lying on his back, supporting himself on his elbows while he kept a close eye on what exactly Luffy was doing down there. His legs, feet uncovered and soft, hung over the edge of the seat. It was a narrow fit for Luffy, but at least he was not currently pushing at any controls and nothing was poking him in sensitive places.

"Shit." There was a tinge of surprise, disbelief almost, in Zoro's voice.

Luffy hoped that meant it felt good, not that Zoro was wondering what all the bother was about.

When his arms appeared to give out, so that he was forced to pull himself into a more seated position too see, Luffy took it as encouragement. And when Zoro's breathing deepened, his hand fumbling helplessly for Luffy while trying not to strain anything, he knew he was doing things right.

He climbed up again, giving Zoro a a few licks and nips on the way.

It was odd to sit on his swordsman’s lap while they were naked and hard, but the awkwardness was quickly becoming overshadowed by excitement. Luffy could absolutely see why people bothered to invent the more advanced parts. The thought of Zoro around him, warm and sensitive – oh yes, the image was tempting.

Almost more intriguing, was the things he had planned right now. Luffy's gaze slid over Zoro; well-muscled, flushed and tense. Scarred and wounded, yes, but in his eyes only made more perfect for those marks. And what he wanted, more than anything, was to take Zoro apart, cradle the scuffed pieces close and put his own mark on each and every one.

Judging from the way Zoro's mouth was softening, while his entire body strained unconsciously in Luffy's direction, he didn't have anything against that.

"How do you want –

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m tốt,"Zoro nói, stumbling vào Luffy và cho anh ta một cái ôm vụng về. Miệng của ông giữ làm việc, nhưng ông không có đủ không khí và chỉ cradled Luffy đóng. "Tốt, được chứ?"Luffy clung để anh ta, lắc đầu từ chối. Cho tất cả tiếng ồn mà họ gây ra, đã có một nhiều điều tuyệt vời đó đã unsaid Thousand Sunny. Thường vì không có cần cho các từ. Đôi khi, vì có những điều Luffy đã không được phép để xem (bóng ma đằng sau mỗi bước, nguyền rủa lưỡi và của đói, đốt ngón tay bị hỏng và gánh hơn-nặng trái tim và trật vai và vết bầm tím từ rất nhiều nắm đấm và đá khi cả hai đều biết của Zoro lưỡi giữ các cuộc tấn công ra khỏi anh ta, nhưng không phải từ Luffy làm thế nào đã làm nó)Tại sao không phải họ cười, Luffy hỏi mình. Không khí ở đây là không đủ để giữ tất cả các câu hỏi mà ông không bao giờ có thể yêu cầu. Họ nên cười vì Zoro bám vào anh ta, còn sống và tỉnh táo. Những nụ hôn của mình đã quá vụng về và ông hầu như vấp trên quần cho đến khi, với một snarl, ông nắm lấy một thanh kiếm và cắt chúng apart.Có lẽ không có đủ chỗ cho tiếng cười cả. Những gì đã, những gì gần như choáng ngợp ông, tuyệt vọng của Zoro. Các cuộc gọi cùng ông đã cảm thấy tất cả mọi người trên phi hành đoàn tại một số thời gian-tiết kiệm cho tôi, kéo tôi, đừng để tôi chết đuối- và thậm chí nếu Luffy đánh chìm như một cái búa, ông đã không bao giờ do dự để bổ nhào trong họ.Zoro đã hôn khá khủng khiếp. Luffy nghi ngờ rằng ông đã quá, nhưng đó là okay. Họ đã có thời gian để đào tạo với nhau. Thời gian này, khi ông đã đẩy Zoro lên ghế, cả hai đều di chuyển rất cẩn thận. Điều khiển vẫn đi, cá mập nghỉ ngơi một cách bình tĩnh trong nước. Khi những chiếc ghế đã di chuyển trở lại, họ sẽ trở thành liên kết tốt hơn cho các mục đích của họ. Zoro có thể nằm xuống trên họ, gần như thoải mái, và Luffy có thể quỳ ở trên anh ta.Có thể giữ hôn anh ta, có thể liếm khuôn mặt của mình sạch sẽ trong khi xem, đo, cho đến khi màu sắc đã trở lại với anh ta. . "Zoro," ông thì thầm, bởi vì những từ đã hầu như nghẹt thở ông. (Không có gì xảy ra)"Chúng tôi đang hướng về," Zoro nói: cuối cùng, những gợi ý barest của pleading trong giọng nói của mình. "Bất kỳ trận chiến Anh đi xa...""Ngay. Chúng ta nên ăn mừng." Luffy grabbed giữ tất cả các bit nhỏ mà không khá phù hợp. Đưa họ đi. Không có các khoản nợ và các nghĩa vụ có tội giữa chúng. Không có gì. Đã xảy ra.Khi Luffy hôn Zoro tiếp theo, đã có không có lời nói dối của ông liên lạc. Đã có không có gì ẩn, không có bí mật tối hoặc nghi ngờ. Bởi vì Luffy là đói cho anh ta, đã tò mò và hào hứng và đó là sự thật. Có lẽ không phải là sự thật duy nhất, nhưng nó là chỉ có một mà họ cần.Khi giày dép của Zoro thumped xuống sàn nhà, Luffy quản lý snigger trung thực. Hình ảnh những gì họ phải đã thực hiện những khoảnh khắc trước đây."Chúng ta đang không nói cho nấu ăn về phần đó," Zoro một cách nhanh chóng thông báo cho anh ta. "Chúng ta hãy chỉ nói-" lời khoe khoang, Luffy tinh thần thay thế-"bất cứ điều gì ở tất cả. Cho đến khi chúng tôi đã làm ít nhất hai lần.""Chỉ một lần, nhưng mà không đá hoặc những sai lầm," Luffy đề xuất thay vào đó, bởi vì ông nhớ lại mất bao lâu để tìm hiểu cao su đấm và như thế nào Ace đã cười anh ta cho tuần, tên khốn."Or biting. Well. The bad kind of biting.""Perfect. Oh, and Zoro? I'm warning you now."As if he had spoken a prophecy before, this time it actually worked. Zoro was lying on his back, supporting himself on his elbows while he kept a close eye on what exactly Luffy was doing down there. His legs, feet uncovered and soft, hung over the edge of the seat. It was a narrow fit for Luffy, but at least he was not currently pushing at any controls and nothing was poking him in sensitive places. "Shit." There was a tinge of surprise, disbelief almost, in Zoro's voice. Luffy hoped that meant it felt good, not that Zoro was wondering what all the bother was about.When his arms appeared to give out, so that he was forced to pull himself into a more seated position too see, Luffy took it as encouragement. And when Zoro's breathing deepened, his hand fumbling helplessly for Luffy while trying not to strain anything, he knew he was doing things right. He climbed up again, giving Zoro a a few licks and nips on the way. It was odd to sit on his swordsman’s lap while they were naked and hard, but the awkwardness was quickly becoming overshadowed by excitement. Luffy could absolutely see why people bothered to invent the more advanced parts. The thought of Zoro around him, warm and sensitive – oh yes, the image was tempting. Almost more intriguing, was the things he had planned right now. Luffy's gaze slid over Zoro; well-muscled, flushed and tense. Scarred and wounded, yes, but in his eyes only made more perfect for those marks. And what he wanted, more than anything, was to take Zoro apart, cradle the scuffed pieces close and put his own mark on each and every one. Judging from the way Zoro's mouth was softening, while his entire body strained unconsciously in Luffy's direction, he didn't have anything against that. "How do you want –