[ Zoro’s head turns at the sound of the voice he least – and somehow, also, most – wants to hear at this moment. It's admittedly just as difficult to look at the other’s one exposed eye (although it’s the sort of blue he could fall into, a blue like the perfect, seemingly endless sea that surrounds this island) instead of his lips. ]
…Yo. [ Casual, yes, right back at him. Or is it awkward as hell? Hard to tell. Let the viewers decide. Either way, he is not ready for this.
Except he is ready, isn’t he? Or he should be. Because this is why he’s here, to feel these things, the excitement under his skin, the pull, the attraction – none of which are completely foreign to him. But the nerves are new and he isn’t a fan. He’s always been certain, shaped by confidence, but Sanji just leaves him guessing. Grasping at signs he thinks he finds, only to let them go a moment after. The man makes breakfast for all the women before their respective partners are even awake, for fuck’s sake. And all he gets are dickhead comments. ]
Ha. [ Dry, flat, without amusement because it isn’t funny. The villa is big and it’s confusing, don’t come at him! (Sorry, Zoro. #lostboy. Your lack of any directional sense became a meme on the first night.)
Right now, at least, he knows exactly where he’s going. Headfirst into this unknown. ]
I’m getting a beer. Is that too common for your refined taste? [ Yes, that is an invitation to join. ]
[ It'll be fun, they said. A nice bit of promotion for the restaurant! Think of all the press Baratie will get after you show up on reality television! The old man needs a bit of publicity, every now and then!
All at Sanji's expense. Or so he'd like to say, if the sudden rush of his pulse didn't drown out most of the protests that are on the tip of his tongue. ]
—At least make it wine. [ That's a 'yes' to the invitation, by the way. Being drunk around Zoro simultaneously sounds like a great and terrible idea, but his heart is looking for any excuse to linger around the guy. To figure him out, because no one can be as straightforward as Zoro is without an agenda, right?
...Right?
He waits for just a moment, for Zoro to make the first move, but when he spots his partner heading in the completely opposite direction— ] ...Oi, dumbass. [ —He grabs his forearm. Tugs, and pulls him where he needs to go. (Towards himself, if Sanji is being honest.) ] Do I need to hold your hand, or what? [ That sounds way less patronizing than he intended. Shit. ]
[ The gym is absolutely exploding with new members now, numbers at a high that rivals the annual rush after New Year’s resolutions; not that Zoro knows, or would care all that much. He’s here to see what happens. On Love Island without any real idea of what love is actually like, knowing he’s never felt it, but he would never have entered this villa if he wasn’t open to it.
The question is. Is he open to it…with Sanji, or should he put his energy elsewhere?
It’s a question he can’t answer until he knows where the man’s head is, and as the end of week one draws nearer and nearer, it’s time to say fuck it, and really try to work that out.
Even if it means drinking wine. He concedes to the request, albeit with a roll of his eyes. ]
Wine, then. Fussy. [ Good luck getting drunk on it, though. Zoro, at least, would definitely need more than one bottle. The fact that there’s no supply of hard liquor readily available for them is kind of tragic. Especially if they were meant to be pirates today – where is the rum?!
(Of course with a villa this complicated, drunk Zoro would probably wind up lost on the roof. Or walking into the pool. He can’t even tell which direction he’s going in completely sober.)
There’s a touch of heat. Not just in his cheeks from the mild annoyance of unfortunately proving Sanji right about him in a matter of seconds, but from the hold on his arm. Maybe it shouldn’t still him so thoroughly, outside of the obvious physical halting of his steps, and maybe he should ignore it and the jab that follows, take it for all it probably is…or – ]
If you want to, you can just say so.
[ – breaks from that hold and takes Sanji’s hand instead, before he can talk himself out of it. Lightly, no big deal, following the cook’s guidance and heading for the outdoor kitchen space without giving it a chance to be awkward. Overthought.
Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Luffy watching them from the group cuddled up on the swing seat, the grin always on his face stretching just a bit wider.
Zoro lets him go in order to snag the biggest bottle he can find, and two of the flamingo wine glasses, bringing them to the nearest daybed. Drinks, a comfy horizontal surface, and the newly simmering desire to kiss his partner again (and again, and maybe, probably, again) – sounds like a brilliant combination, doesn’t it? ]
[ To be perfectly honest, Sanji isn't sure what the hell his own strategy is. He knows that the whole point of the game is to find a good connection early on, to keep it and see if it stands the test of many, many attractive additions to the pool, but—
—truth be told, he's always been a bit of a loser in love. Maybe that's why he's here: to sort himself out.
(Later, in the edit, Brook chimes in for the voiceover. "There go the lovebirds, finally settling in for a bit of peace and quiet... hopefully? You can do it, Sanji!")
He's surprised when Zoro takes him up on his non-offer, when the guy shifts his grip down until they're lacing fingers and walking through the villa like they really are a proper couple. What he expects to feel is reluctance and embarrassment, the sort of self-consciousness that should be second nature when he's caught doing something intimate in front of a camera, but all he can actually focus on is how warm Zoro's palm is. How he can't manage a smartass reply (cue silence instead of the usual like hell), and how he misses it when Zoro replaces their handhold with a bottle of wine.
Fuck.
(Cut again to the edit, to a confessional taken after the fact: Sanji, sweeping his fingers through his long bangs, avoiding eye contact with the camera while his face turns red. "Yeah, I like where this is going, and no, I don't want to talk about it.")
They fall onto the bed, and Sanji stretches his legs. Being around all the tan, thick men of the villa makes him feel a little thin and pale in comparison, but he knows he has to work with what he's got. He gestures for Zoro to give him the glasses, to let him do the pouring. ] ...So. [ Stay cool, Sanji. ] ...What's swimming in that empty head of yours?
[ Zoro’s own surprise is off the charts, though he hides it well. Keeps it contained somewhere inside his chest when there’s no resistance, no argument, when he’s the one to drop the contact and when he finds himself wishing he didn’t have to.
…It bodes well, doesn’t it?
Ah, hell.
Sanji has got the legs and he is working them, if the catch of Zoro’s gaze on the length of those limbs as he settles next to him is any indication. His partner is goddamn gorgeous, there’s no doubt about it. There’s a good bit of Sanji that is his type, that draws him in – the strength of him, in both body and personality, the way he challenges him and pushes, something he’d inevitably end up bored, stagnant, without. Even the cigarette smoke that would usually turn him off – he likes the smell of him, when they’re lying close but untouching in the bed they’ve shared every night. It’d probably be simpler if there was nothing, there’d be no need to suss out just how straight the other man is or isn’t, but then he never expected this experience to be easy. Few important things in life are, anyway.
(“Careful not to spill!” Brook’s voiceover warns as Sanji pours their drinks. “Those beds are so expensive we had to cut back on other luxuries…like actual wine. You might be drinking grape juice!”)
Alright, Zoro, don’t rise to the bait now. ]
I’ve been thinking about the challenge today.
[ Yes, good, straight to the point, take your glass and just – ]
What was it like to lose? I’m not familiar with the feeling.
[ …okay, well.
At least his tone is laced with something playful rather than mean, just a tease. After all, the loss was unavoidable; with the way Nami filled out – or rather, nearly fell out of – her bikini, whether or not she was actually the fastest became irrelevant in the end. ]
[ They don't clink glasses as much as they try to knock each other's drinks out of their hands, but the sentiment is there: cheers. It's an olive branch of sorts, maybe, and the first sip softens Sanji's usually-violent reaction to one of Zoro's jabs. (First thing that all the men of the villa learned about Sanji: his legs aren't just for show.)
Instead of kicking his partner out of the bed, he snorts. ]
That just shows how much of a boorish shithead you are. I'd lose a thousand times if it means letting Nami win and seeing her perfect smile.
[ Put at least five hearts before and after 'Nami', and that's what the lilt in his voice sounds like. Once a simp, always a simp.
But... well. There's a certain enthusiasm lacking in the follow-up. Where he would usually take the opportunity to go off on a ten-minute tangent about his goddess, his orange-haired angel walking among the living, this time...
...he doesn't. Because he knows that that's not really what mattered most about today's stupid challenge, knows that he didn't even manage to look at Nami's near-accident because he was so busy clawing through sand and fishing Zoro out to—
—kiss him. Fuck, he really wants to kiss him. Time to press his mouth against his wineglass and stop himself from saying something stupid. ]
[ Ugh, god. What was attractive about this idiot again? He's forgotten that quickly.
(If only.)
He swallows down any derisive remark with wine, using the peace offering to silence himself, wisely. If he wants there to be any chance of future kissing, maybe he shouldn't purposefully piss him off too much. Well, at least...not right away. ]
If the next one is a couples challenge, you'll have to suck it up. Because we'll be beating her and the rest of them.
[ It isn't an assumption that they'll still be coupled up then; it isn't, because he can't assume it, not yet. (The inevitable victory, though, should they be together, yes. He's sure they'd be quite a force in any challenge.)
But there's definite hope. Perhaps an implication that he'd like it to be so. There, should his partner choose to hear it. ]
[ He's... looking for an argument, maybe. Anything that'll take his mind off of this budding attraction, anything that will prove himself wrong because... because why? Because it scares him? Because this is a show, and he doesn't want to look stupid once the next week rolls along and Zoro is sure to be taken by an hourglass figure and a pretty smile?
It's all a little ridiculous. His toes curl on the daybed's mattress, venting some small sliver of nervousness that he hates feeling, because he's usually not like this. Not around other men, not even around women.
Zoro is already sliding into that weird, alien territory of 'special', and the guy using the term we to refer to future challenges doesn't help. ]
...Depends on the damn challenge. [ Okay, fine. He won't insinuate that they won't be coupled together when the next one rolls around. Dancing around the 'we will still be together' thing, but matching the implication. ] What do you think they're going to think of next? Doing shitty couples' yoga positions and seeing how long we can hold the poses?
[ hate to break it to ya, Sanji...........................
A snort, but in good humor. He even demonstrates by pulling one leg up and over his head: if nothing else, he's extremely flexible. They've got that hypothetical challenge in the bag. ]
[ Sanji. Are you trying to break your partner? That's not allowed.
To Zoro's credit, he doesn't choke on his wine or outright ogle the man. (Though he's looking. Trust. He be lookin'.) The arch of his brow is admittedly impressed, the slight curve of his mouth too keen to match the shake of his head. A muttered - ] Showoff.
[ But hey, works for him. He tips his glass as if toasting that guaranteed triumph. ] Well, here's hoping.
[ "Here's hoping - for you," Brook's voiceover echoes, "and for all of us watching." ]
If it's the food relay - [ A time-honored Love Island tradition that fills both islanders and viewers with dread and icky stomachs. ] What do you think will win over - your hatred for wasting food and mine for losing, or...complete and utter disgust?
[ That leg settles gracefully back on white sheets, where it flexes triumphantly. Ha. He almost makes a corny pun at his own expense— "now that's what I call having a leg up on the competition"— but. You know what, he'll let Brook take care of that one.
His good mood is instantly spoiled by the mention of the food relay, though. To this day, he can't begin to imagine how drunk the showrunners must've been in the boardroom when they came up with this cursed challenge... Nose wrinkling, he takes a sip of alcohol to wash away the bitterness on his tongue. ]
If it's the food relay, we won't have a competition to start with. [ Because: ] You know Luffy's gonna eat everything before it can get passed along.
[ Honestly? Bless him. Luffy, the hero they don't deserve. Shut that shit down on sight, king... ]
[ "Ya know what would be really sexy? If the couples went mouth-to-mouth like mama and baby birds. Throw in lots of gagging and and threats to puke on each other. That's what gets me really hot and bothered!"
Zoro can't help the laugh that leaves him - genuine amusement, free of any trace of sarcasm or teasing even if he did basically bring the whole disgusting thing up just to bug the cook. It isn't a laugh he's shared often with Sanji, especially not alone (and the camera catches a quick, smiling glance between Usopp and Nami at the sound), but god. The idea of the Love Island producers' frustration when Luffy gobbles up enough food for six couples, before the rules are even read, is just too good.
(There's no way they could've prepared for the bottomless pit that is Luffy's stomach; they'll probably blow through the food budget by the season's halfway point.) ]
That's true. [ Thank fuck. It'd only further cement the growing fondness and appreciation developing for the boy, just after a handful of days. ]
Lucky for the rest of us. Something like that could put you off kissing in here. [ Never know when the mouth coming for yours might be filled with beans! ]
...Which would be a shame.
[ He could just mean for the others, of course. Not saying it'd be a shame if they didn't kiss again.
[ Even Sanji, casual man-hater (in appearance only), appreciates how good of a soul Luffy is, which is why there's no jealousy when Zoro laughs at the mention of their rubber-stomached fellow contestant who genuinely does seem to be here to make connections, not clout. Sanji, in turn, chuckles, and his own huff is quieter. Tucked into the curl of his palm, where a cigarette would usually be.
Zoro is cute, when he grins. But Sanji already knew that. Noticed it on Day One, after Zoro tipped his chin back and barked in amusement after shoving Luffy into the villa's pool, wide-mouthed and genuine.
(Robin, on her way to grab her own drink before heading to bed, gives the camera a meaningful smile as she passes by the two. Presses an index finger against her lips. Shh.)
but. anyway. Zoro being cute aside, the implication doesn't quite fly over Sanji's head, this time— must be the alcohol slowing his chronic ability to overthink things. ]
Says you. [ The snapback is immediate, and maybe he would've said something like as if I'd ever think it'd be a shame not to kiss your sweaty mug back on Day One, but tonight...
...shit. Where the hell did his composure go??? Please, someone, find it in this afternoon's sandbox. Sanji is waiting. ] —But since what happened today hasn't put me off of kissing for a lifetime, the food relay should be a damn breeze.
[ Brook voice: That's probably Sanji-ese for "just kiss me again already, idiot". Can we get a translator in the house? ]
[ He's careful to keep the smile on his face exactly where it is, not spreading any further in premature eagerness, not falling into something too serious. He may not be afraid to push, in the same way the other riles him up, but forcing the man out of his comfort zone before he's genuinely ready just doesn't sit well with Zoro.
And he has to be mindful of his own wishful thinking. ]
It's fine if you liked it. [ His tone is light, with definite #flirtyvibes but allowing room for them to laugh it off, bicker it away. He'll drop it, if he needs to. ] I won't tell anyone.
[ See, it's a funny joke, because he won't have to, there'll be a nation watching! ]
[ How Dare You, Zoro... that's a bad joke, when they both know that thousands of people are tuning in!!! Sanji looks like he's going to deflate, like he just can't believe the audacity of this guy, but instead of kneeing Zoro in the gut—
—he roams closer. Drawn, somewhat, to that vibe. There's enough alcohol in his system to stop himself from coming up with 50 justifications on why he shouldn't, wouldn't, couldn't. ]
You're the one that liked it, asshole. [ Because Sanji can still posture with his words, even as he sets his wine glass aside and scoots on now-rumpled sheets. Challenging, but careful. ] ...Tugging my hair the way you did— be more careful, you neanderthal.
[ Okay, self-sabotage. Sanji's remembering it now, Zoro's fingers raking at his nape and pulling. Sitting up, he cranes over his partner and watches from his higher vantage point, gaze fixed on that half-smile and knowing that he's fucking doomed if he takes this opportunity. ]
[ Sorry (not sorry), he couldn't resist. And he fully expects, in all honesty, to be sent tumbling to the ground for that reminder of all the eyes soon to be on them. (There are plenty on them already, just across the garden, but he's steadily ignoring that fact. It's unavoidable.)
Just when he starts wondering if he should be kicking his own self...-
The sensation of Sanji's body heat next to him is growing somewhat familiar - after several nights in bed together, warm and beyond his reach then despite being right there - so when Zoro feels it come closer, something in him relaxes.
Brightens, even. ]
Oi. Let's not forget that you bit me. [ So aggressive. Not that there's any complaint in him. Nothing but interest in his eyes as he watches the other move in, lean over him, very little of it guarded now. ] But if it's careful you want...
[ He can be gentle. And not just in the way he goes for it, glass held to the side, the palm of his free hand brushing over Sanji's cheek as he sits up, gradually, to meet him, giving ample time should he decide to pull away.
He can go slow, he can match whatever pace and intensity the cook wants to set; right now, he's just glad, maybe even more than he realized, to have the chance, lips fitting together softly. ]
[ Little does Sanji know that back in Baratie, his shitty coworkers will screenshot this very moment to immortalize it on their Wall of Fame. But the thought of being recorded or the knowledge that there are always eyes on them start meaning less and less, the closer Zoro gets...
...and eventually, when they meet. Something he could've pulled back from, but didn't. Actively chose not to, with all the space he'd been given before their lips touched. It's a light flutter of breath to breath that clues him in to the fact that this is really happening, and it's all the confirmation he needs before he angles into it and keeps the kiss steady.
No rush. Just a few breaths shared between each other. Just to make sure this feels right.
—Or, well, who the fuck is he kidding. Sanji goes up for air, nose to Zoro's nose, and dips right back in. Still slow, still measured, but with his hands on Zoro's shoulders to keep him where he is.
(Now he really has a reason to be nervous about recoupling, when it rolls around.) ]
[ When it airs, there’ll be music edited in alongside this. An acoustic Ariana Grande song, the soft piano notes as tender as the melding of their mouths. (🎵 Knew you were perfect, after the first kiss / took a deep breath like, “ooh”🎵 ) Chaste, on the surface at least, the settle of his fingers at the nape of Sanji’s neck a touch far different than the way he gripped him earlier, but just as intent. (🎵 Feels like forever, baby, I never / thought that it would be you 🎵 ) His head abuzz with the same excitement, only better because this is a choice; it didn’t have to happen, but it has. And it’s far too early to know more than that, really, but it still means something, and that’s enough.
(In quite a contradiction to the chosen music, Luffy bounces from his spot on the swing seat until he’s practically vibrating off of it, a whoop of encouragement ready to burst from him before Nami and Vivi both clamp hands over his mouth to muffle it. Let them have their moment!!)
There’s the briefest of grazes between Sanji’s lips, the tip of his tongue finding the lingering taste of their drink. He breaks the contact but otherwise doesn’t move, staying in that bubble where it feels like it’s just the two of them, even if it definitely isn’t. ]
[ This is a choice. Catch Sanji in the confessional later, silent for many, many beats, trying to find the right thing to say before the clip cuts off. His lack of finesse will speak for itself.
Time is a malleable concept on the villa. Sometimes it feels like everything is moving so fast that it's all Sanji can do to adjust, and sometimes the minutes and seconds of quiet stretch like days, weeks. He's barely known Zoro for a handful of days, but the breath they share after the kiss breaks makes him feel like he's been here, with Zoro, for a year.
Ankles tangled and noses brushing, Sanji tries not to smile, to middling success. ]
Don't make me sound like a lightweight. [ He's fine with the entire nation knowing he kissed Zoro, but he's worried about people thinking he can't hold his liquor? Ok, Sanji, cool. Now we all know where his priorities are.
But also: he's not actually drunk. Let that sink in. ]
—You're the one that's always shitfaced. [ Not true at all, but Sanji doesn't give Zoro a chance to clap back before he's giving him another kiss. Slightly more open-mouthed this time; a silent so there. ]
[ A handful of days. Not even a full week, and already he feels something stir inside when they part but linger, when each place they're touching sends a little rush to both his gut and his chest. They've only just kissed today - their first, and their true first - but it feels like everything from day one has built up to this. Their initial clashing and eventual banter, little arguments, little things he's found begrudgingly attractive and the way he's held back -
Zoro thinks he might actually like him.
Deeper than surface-level, more than the physical, he thinks this could go somewhere if they let it. Somewhere he hasn't been before. Flings, hook-ups, dabbling in the dating world without the time or interest to commit - that's where he's lived so far. And he may have come in here to change that but fuck, there's no way to expect such a thing from the first person he's met!
It's impossible to be sure right now, after literal days, even if it feels like he's known Sanji for much longer. It can't be that quick, can it? He can't like him, not that genuinely, not yet.
(...But he thinks he might.)
He doesn't even try to form a rebuttal to that nonsense accusation (how can he even get shitfaced when there's no good booze??), not when the other man is coming back in for more. Not when he can steal a taste of him now, lips parted just enough, letting his eyes shut, prepared to close off from the rest of the world for as long as they're allowed.
Which, it turns out, is not very long.
The only warning he gets is the adamant but ultimately futile - "Luffy, don't you fucking dare!!" - before there's a body throwing itself at them both, all outstretched limbs and a happy crow, the little wine that's left in Zoro's glass spilling on his shirt as he's knocked back down from the startling weight of the enthusiastic monkey-boy. ]
[ This is one of those things that he's going to look back on later and think he was absolutely insane for, but it's also one of those things that he hopes he looks back on later with Zoro also laughing at how stupid they were when they first met. Absolutely fucking absurd, if you ask Sanji.
Connections are a weird, instant thing; sometimes Sanji can't untangle his romanticism from the harsh reality of things (that women like him better when he shuts up and looks pretty), and sometimes he can't see the specifics in people for the larger reverence he holds in his heart for the concept of romance in general.
But tonight, he sees Zoro.
Or, well. Until Luffy rockets into their bed and interrupts the whole thing. Sanji is dazed for the handful of beats it takes him to fully understand what the fuck just happened, and when it finally registers... ]
—Oi, shit-for-brains...! [ Ah. There he is, the same old Sanji. Sitting up, he slams his foot right in the newcomer's poor face. ] What. [ Kick. ] The. [ Kick. ] Hell. [ Kick. ] Is wrong with you?! [ Kick.
Christ. He's bright red now, getting ready to roll off the bed and leave. ] Is there hamburger meat between your ears instead of a brain?! Tch— [ Yeah, he's still red. RIP. ]
[ Luffy only laughs through the abuse, his mirth loud and pure, and just charming enough to keep Zoro from wanting to join in and throttle him for being so unapologetically in the fucking way. (But not enough to try and stop his partner. Go ham, Sanji.)
Luffy somehow remains unbothered, sprawled out into the space he's made between them, telling them, "I'm just happy for you guys!"
And how can Zoro be mad at that, really? Especially when he adds, "I told Zoro earlier it'd work out, but he was worried you didn't like h--" ]
- Oi.
[ Alright, that's enough. No need for Zoro to match the lovely shade of red that the cook is currently sporting, is there? ] It's time for bed and you're too riled up. Let's go.
[ Like a parent with an unruly child. He leaves the empty glass behind (but definitely grabs the bottle - he's claimed it for the two of them alone, try and stop him!) as he stands, heaving the boy bodily over his shoulder in one effortless move.
Ignoring the protests, he gives Sanji a look and dammit, it's too late, he can feel the heat, the color that's already flooded his cheeks. ]
...See you inside.
[ In their actual bed. The one that literally has their names written on it. The one they will be sharing in the dark. And now that they've kissed, and could easily kiss again, the thought of it is even more...intimate.
Yep, time to go, before they both end up resembling Buggy's nose. ]
Sanji barely has time to process the implication before Nami is on him, a whirlwind of orange and anger, thumb and index clamped around the boy's ear to tug him, harshly, up and away from the now-wine-stained daybed (sorry, Brook). "Don't you know how to keep your mouth shut?! Stupid!", she hisses at the still-smiling self-proclaimed 'Captain of the Islanders', and levels a quick "go chase him, Sanji!" before forcibly dragging Luffy away from the scene of his crime.
The cook doesn't even manage his token Nami is still gorgeous, even when she's mad ♥. He stands there dumbly until he notices that Zoro is leaving, ears red and words mumbled, and he almost trips over his own feet to follow.
(Zoro? Worried?)
His partner is already getting ready to dip under the sheets when Sanji makes his way over to the crowded bedroom; he can feel multiple pairs of eyes turn to him the moment he arrives. This is usually where Sanji would go around the room and wish all the lovely ladies a good night, but he's quiet today— the mattress creaks when he settles down on it, and he makes an executive decision to turn towards Zoro instead of away.
(He hears Usopp clearing his throat. Like he wants to say something, but doesn't want to get killed for it. Wise choice.) ] ...You still smell like wine. [ Is all he can think of to say. God, someone turn off the lights so it's not obvious that he's still beet-red. ]
[ Zoro should’ve known better. But this unexpected bond forming between him and Luffy has weakened his barriers, allowed for a moment when he let Luffy in, let him pull out whatever he found, take a peek at the cards he’s used to keeping close to his chest. Having the conversation filmed is one thing, he knows Sanji would see it eventually – but that doesn’t mean he needs Luffy running his mouth in the meantime!
The embarrassment hasn’t drained from his face as much as he would like by the time he’s reached the bedroom, but at least there’s a cool pillow waiting for him. He isn’t oblivious to the tension in the room, the electric crackle of anticipation that’s lived there since night one, the kind that comes with a bunch of young, attractive people in beds together and all that possibility. (The rustle of bedcovers. The sheets doing nothing to hide the unmistakable shape of Paula’s curves on top of her partner before the lights are even shut off. The whispers and giggles from the direction of Usopp and Nami’s bed in the dark.)
But tonight is the first time that possibility may be theirs to grab. And everyone knows it.
He’s settled on his back when Sanji joins him, surprised when the man comes straight to him, but… Fuck, if he isn’t pleased. He doesn’t even bat an eye at the other’s words, only sitting up and pulling off his stained shirt. There. Problem solved. ]
Better? [ He shifts when he comes back down, turning onto his side to face him right back. ] You smell like an ashtray. What are we doing about that?
[ Whatever episode this is, Sanji knows they're probably going to be the focal point... unless Buggy hasn't pissed Alvida off again, to much screaming and collateral damage. He hasn't heard of any clown-shaped holes having been made in the villa walls today, though, so he knows that he won't be so lucky.
Or maybe this is him, getting lucky. This, meaning Zoro's steadiness just within breathing distance. Even with the lights turned off, he can still see Zoro's tan in the dim of the room (never quite pitch-dark, for the benefit of the cameras); his thoughts do a U-turn to Luffy's words again, to the simplicity of them. "He was worried you didn't like him."
Shit.
He doesn't want to give the world the satisfaction of seeing him squirm, so he shifts, reaches, and yanks their covers up and over both of their heads. Effectively shielding them under a blanket fort. An immature and obvious move, yeah, but beggars can't be choosers. ]
You can deal with it, or sleep on the floor. [ As if. His ankle involuntarily finds Zoro's, and rests against it in a half-twine. ] ...Catch a damn cold. See if I care. [ Spoilers: he does. Care. Too much for it to be rational, especially when he's surrounded by women who are all 15s out of 10. But he's not thinking about them— hasn't thought about them since he crammed himself into that stupid speedo for that stupid challenge.
Head slightly bowed, he headbutts Zoro on the shoulder. Shitty mosshead, how dare he. ]
[ The editors will have a lot to work with. The challenge and everything that's happened tonight would be enough, but coincidentally it was only just this morning when Luffy coaxed that honesty out of him, far too perceptive for someone who sat there openly picking his nose. Lounging on bean bags by the pool, Luffy looked at him, looked through him, and didn't ask so much as stated - "so you're open to it, with Sanji".
When he'd admitted it then, he had no way of knowing in a matter of hours they'd be locking lips in the sand. That everything he thought he was becoming more and more certain of would be completely flipped. Then, he could say it, but he figured it wouldn't matter, because he was pretty damn sure that Sanji was decidedly uninterested.
"I think you're wrooong", Luffy all but sang at him, head lolling from side to side, and Zoro hadn't taken a single bit of him seriously.
Now they're under the covers together, ankles nudging, the phantom feeling of Sanji's lips still on his own.
(#How.The.Fuck.)
They may be hidden from view (not that it keeps anyone from looking their way, straining through the lack of lighting, trying to guess) but their mics pick up on enough. Like Zoro's quiet scoff. ]
I'd knock you to the floor first. [ More spoilers: he wouldn't. Granted, he may have done so the first night when they argued over who would get which side of the bed. But that was different.
Now, that's the last thing he'd want to do. ]
But I'll deal with it. [ Spoken low, and close, just for Sanji - but not to worry, viewers, it'll be subtitled for you!
He lifts a hand, sifts his fingers into soft, golden hair and guides him, finding his mouth in their private darkness. ]
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…Yo. [ Casual, yes, right back at him. Or is it awkward as hell? Hard to tell. Let the viewers decide. Either way, he is not ready for this.
Except he is ready, isn’t he? Or he should be. Because this is why he’s here, to feel these things, the excitement under his skin, the pull, the attraction – none of which are completely foreign to him. But the nerves are new and he isn’t a fan. He’s always been certain, shaped by confidence, but Sanji just leaves him guessing. Grasping at signs he thinks he finds, only to let them go a moment after. The man makes breakfast for all the women before their respective partners are even awake, for fuck’s sake. And all he gets are dickhead comments. ]
Ha. [ Dry, flat, without amusement because it isn’t funny. The villa is big and it’s confusing, don’t come at him! (Sorry, Zoro. #lostboy. Your lack of any directional sense became a meme on the first night.)
Right now, at least, he knows exactly where he’s going. Headfirst into this unknown. ]
I’m getting a beer. Is that too common for your refined taste? [ Yes, that is an invitation to join. ]
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All at Sanji's expense. Or so he'd like to say, if the sudden rush of his pulse didn't drown out most of the protests that are on the tip of his tongue. ]
—At least make it wine. [ That's a 'yes' to the invitation, by the way. Being drunk around Zoro simultaneously sounds like a great and terrible idea, but his heart is looking for any excuse to linger around the guy. To figure him out, because no one can be as straightforward as Zoro is without an agenda, right?
...Right?
He waits for just a moment, for Zoro to make the first move, but when he spots his partner heading in the completely opposite direction— ] ...Oi, dumbass. [ —He grabs his forearm. Tugs, and pulls him where he needs to go. (Towards himself, if Sanji is being honest.) ] Do I need to hold your hand, or what? [ That sounds way less patronizing than he intended. Shit. ]
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The question is. Is he open to it…with Sanji, or should he put his energy elsewhere?
It’s a question he can’t answer until he knows where the man’s head is, and as the end of week one draws nearer and nearer, it’s time to say fuck it, and really try to work that out.
Even if it means drinking wine. He concedes to the request, albeit with a roll of his eyes. ]
Wine, then. Fussy. [ Good luck getting drunk on it, though. Zoro, at least, would definitely need more than one bottle. The fact that there’s no supply of hard liquor readily available for them is kind of tragic. Especially if they were meant to be pirates today – where is the rum?!
(Of course with a villa this complicated, drunk Zoro would probably wind up lost on the roof. Or walking into the pool. He can’t even tell which direction he’s going in completely sober.)
There’s a touch of heat. Not just in his cheeks from the mild annoyance of unfortunately proving Sanji right about him in a matter of seconds, but from the hold on his arm. Maybe it shouldn’t still him so thoroughly, outside of the obvious physical halting of his steps, and maybe he should ignore it and the jab that follows, take it for all it probably is…or – ]
If you want to, you can just say so.
[ – breaks from that hold and takes Sanji’s hand instead, before he can talk himself out of it. Lightly, no big deal, following the cook’s guidance and heading for the outdoor kitchen space without giving it a chance to be awkward. Overthought.
Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Luffy watching them from the group cuddled up on the swing seat, the grin always on his face stretching just a bit wider.
Zoro lets him go in order to snag the biggest bottle he can find, and two of the flamingo wine glasses, bringing them to the nearest daybed. Drinks, a comfy horizontal surface, and the newly simmering desire to kiss his partner again (and again, and maybe, probably, again) – sounds like a brilliant combination, doesn’t it? ]
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—truth be told, he's always been a bit of a loser in love. Maybe that's why he's here: to sort himself out.
(Later, in the edit, Brook chimes in for the voiceover. "There go the lovebirds, finally settling in for a bit of peace and quiet... hopefully? You can do it, Sanji!")
He's surprised when Zoro takes him up on his non-offer, when the guy shifts his grip down until they're lacing fingers and walking through the villa like they really are a proper couple. What he expects to feel is reluctance and embarrassment, the sort of self-consciousness that should be second nature when he's caught doing something intimate in front of a camera, but all he can actually focus on is how warm Zoro's palm is. How he can't manage a smartass reply (cue silence instead of the usual like hell), and how he misses it when Zoro replaces their handhold with a bottle of wine.
Fuck.
(Cut again to the edit, to a confessional taken after the fact: Sanji, sweeping his fingers through his long bangs, avoiding eye contact with the camera while his face turns red. "Yeah, I like where this is going, and no, I don't want to talk about it.")
They fall onto the bed, and Sanji stretches his legs. Being around all the tan, thick men of the villa makes him feel a little thin and pale in comparison, but he knows he has to work with what he's got. He gestures for Zoro to give him the glasses, to let him do the pouring. ] ...So. [ Stay cool, Sanji. ] ...What's swimming in that empty head of yours?
[ #sanjiNO #useyourwords #youreintohim ]
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…It bodes well, doesn’t it?
Ah, hell.
Sanji has got the legs and he is working them, if the catch of Zoro’s gaze on the length of those limbs as he settles next to him is any indication. His partner is goddamn gorgeous, there’s no doubt about it. There’s a good bit of Sanji that is his type, that draws him in – the strength of him, in both body and personality, the way he challenges him and pushes, something he’d inevitably end up bored, stagnant, without. Even the cigarette smoke that would usually turn him off – he likes the smell of him, when they’re lying close but untouching in the bed they’ve shared every night. It’d probably be simpler if there was nothing, there’d be no need to suss out just how straight the other man is or isn’t, but then he never expected this experience to be easy. Few important things in life are, anyway.
(“Careful not to spill!” Brook’s voiceover warns as Sanji pours their drinks. “Those beds are so expensive we had to cut back on other luxuries…like actual wine. You might be drinking grape juice!”)
Alright, Zoro, don’t rise to the bait now. ]
I’ve been thinking about the challenge today.
[ Yes, good, straight to the point, take your glass and just – ]
What was it like to lose? I’m not familiar with the feeling.
[ …okay, well.
At least his tone is laced with something playful rather than mean, just a tease. After all, the loss was unavoidable; with the way Nami filled out – or rather, nearly fell out of – her bikini, whether or not she was actually the fastest became irrelevant in the end. ]
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Instead of kicking his partner out of the bed, he snorts. ]
That just shows how much of a boorish shithead you are. I'd lose a thousand times if it means letting Nami win and seeing her perfect smile.
[ Put at least five hearts before and after 'Nami', and that's what the lilt in his voice sounds like. Once a simp, always a simp.
But... well. There's a certain enthusiasm lacking in the follow-up. Where he would usually take the opportunity to go off on a ten-minute tangent about his goddess, his orange-haired angel walking among the living, this time...
...he doesn't. Because he knows that that's not really what mattered most about today's stupid challenge, knows that he didn't even manage to look at Nami's near-accident because he was so busy clawing through sand and fishing Zoro out to—
—kiss him. Fuck, he really wants to kiss him. Time to press his mouth against his wineglass and stop himself from saying something stupid. ]
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(If only.)
He swallows down any derisive remark with wine, using the peace offering to silence himself, wisely. If he wants there to be any chance of future kissing, maybe he shouldn't purposefully piss him off too much. Well, at least...not right away. ]
If the next one is a couples challenge, you'll have to suck it up. Because we'll be beating her and the rest of them.
[ It isn't an assumption that they'll still be coupled up then; it isn't, because he can't assume it, not yet. (The inevitable victory, though, should they be together, yes. He's sure they'd be quite a force in any challenge.)
But there's definite hope. Perhaps an implication that he'd like it to be so. There, should his partner choose to hear it. ]
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It's all a little ridiculous. His toes curl on the daybed's mattress, venting some small sliver of nervousness that he hates feeling, because he's usually not like this. Not around other men, not even around women.
Zoro is already sliding into that weird, alien territory of 'special', and the guy using the term we to refer to future challenges doesn't help. ]
...Depends on the damn challenge. [ Okay, fine. He won't insinuate that they won't be coupled together when the next one rolls around. Dancing around the 'we will still be together' thing, but matching the implication. ] What do you think they're going to think of next? Doing shitty couples' yoga positions and seeing how long we can hold the poses?
[ hate to break it to ya, Sanji...........................
A snort, but in good humor. He even demonstrates by pulling one leg up and over his head: if nothing else, he's extremely flexible. They've got that hypothetical challenge in the bag. ]
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To Zoro's credit, he doesn't choke on his wine or outright ogle the man. (Though he's looking. Trust. He be lookin'.) The arch of his brow is admittedly impressed, the slight curve of his mouth too keen to match the shake of his head. A muttered - ] Showoff.
[ But hey, works for him. He tips his glass as if toasting that guaranteed triumph. ] Well, here's hoping.
[ "Here's hoping - for you," Brook's voiceover echoes, "and for all of us watching." ]
If it's the food relay - [ A time-honored Love Island tradition that fills both islanders and viewers with dread and icky stomachs. ] What do you think will win over - your hatred for wasting food and mine for losing, or...complete and utter disgust?
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His good mood is instantly spoiled by the mention of the food relay, though. To this day, he can't begin to imagine how drunk the showrunners must've been in the boardroom when they came up with this cursed challenge... Nose wrinkling, he takes a sip of alcohol to wash away the bitterness on his tongue. ]
If it's the food relay, we won't have a competition to start with. [ Because: ] You know Luffy's gonna eat everything before it can get passed along.
[ Honestly? Bless him. Luffy, the hero they don't deserve. Shut that shit down on sight, king... ]
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Zoro can't help the laugh that leaves him - genuine amusement, free of any trace of sarcasm or teasing even if he did basically bring the whole disgusting thing up just to bug the cook. It isn't a laugh he's shared often with Sanji, especially not alone (and the camera catches a quick, smiling glance between Usopp and Nami at the sound), but god. The idea of the Love Island producers' frustration when Luffy gobbles up enough food for six couples, before the rules are even read, is just too good.
(There's no way they could've prepared for the bottomless pit that is Luffy's stomach; they'll probably blow through the food budget by the season's halfway point.) ]
That's true. [ Thank fuck. It'd only further cement the growing fondness and appreciation developing for the boy, just after a handful of days. ]
Lucky for the rest of us. Something like that could put you off kissing in here. [ Never know when the mouth coming for yours might be filled with beans! ]
...Which would be a shame.
[ He could just mean for the others, of course. Not saying it'd be a shame if they didn't kiss again.
...
But he is saying that. ]
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Zoro is cute, when he grins. But Sanji already knew that. Noticed it on Day One, after Zoro tipped his chin back and barked in amusement after shoving Luffy into the villa's pool, wide-mouthed and genuine.
(Robin, on her way to grab her own drink before heading to bed, gives the camera a meaningful smile as she passes by the two. Presses an index finger against her lips. Shh.)
but. anyway. Zoro being cute aside, the implication doesn't quite fly over Sanji's head, this time— must be the alcohol slowing his chronic ability to overthink things. ]
Says you. [ The snapback is immediate, and maybe he would've said something like as if I'd ever think it'd be a shame not to kiss your sweaty mug back on Day One, but tonight...
...shit. Where the hell did his composure go??? Please, someone, find it in this afternoon's sandbox. Sanji is waiting. ] —But since what happened today hasn't put me off of kissing for a lifetime, the food relay should be a damn breeze.
[ Brook voice: That's probably Sanji-ese for "just kiss me again already, idiot". Can we get a translator in the house? ]
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[ He's careful to keep the smile on his face exactly where it is, not spreading any further in premature eagerness, not falling into something too serious. He may not be afraid to push, in the same way the other riles him up, but forcing the man out of his comfort zone before he's genuinely ready just doesn't sit well with Zoro.
And he has to be mindful of his own wishful thinking. ]
It's fine if you liked it. [ His tone is light, with definite #flirtyvibes but allowing room for them to laugh it off, bicker it away. He'll drop it, if he needs to. ] I won't tell anyone.
[ See, it's a funny joke, because he won't have to, there'll be a nation watching! ]
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—he roams closer. Drawn, somewhat, to that vibe. There's enough alcohol in his system to stop himself from coming up with 50 justifications on why he shouldn't, wouldn't, couldn't. ]
You're the one that liked it, asshole. [ Because Sanji can still posture with his words, even as he sets his wine glass aside and scoots on now-rumpled sheets. Challenging, but careful. ] ...Tugging my hair the way you did— be more careful, you neanderthal.
[ Okay, self-sabotage. Sanji's remembering it now, Zoro's fingers raking at his nape and pulling. Sitting up, he cranes over his partner and watches from his higher vantage point, gaze fixed on that half-smile and knowing that he's fucking doomed if he takes this opportunity. ]
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Just when he starts wondering if he should be kicking his own self...-
The sensation of Sanji's body heat next to him is growing somewhat familiar - after several nights in bed together, warm and beyond his reach then despite being right there - so when Zoro feels it come closer, something in him relaxes.
Brightens, even. ]
Oi. Let's not forget that you bit me. [ So aggressive. Not that there's any complaint in him. Nothing but interest in his eyes as he watches the other move in, lean over him, very little of it guarded now. ] But if it's careful you want...
[ He can be gentle. And not just in the way he goes for it, glass held to the side, the palm of his free hand brushing over Sanji's cheek as he sits up, gradually, to meet him, giving ample time should he decide to pull away.
He can go slow, he can match whatever pace and intensity the cook wants to set; right now, he's just glad, maybe even more than he realized, to have the chance, lips fitting together softly. ]
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...and eventually, when they meet. Something he could've pulled back from, but didn't. Actively chose not to, with all the space he'd been given before their lips touched. It's a light flutter of breath to breath that clues him in to the fact that this is really happening, and it's all the confirmation he needs before he angles into it and keeps the kiss steady.
No rush. Just a few breaths shared between each other. Just to make sure this feels right.
—Or, well, who the fuck is he kidding. Sanji goes up for air, nose to Zoro's nose, and dips right back in. Still slow, still measured, but with his hands on Zoro's shoulders to keep him where he is.
(Now he really has a reason to be nervous about recoupling, when it rolls around.) ]
i may or may not be putting together a soundtrack
(In quite a contradiction to the chosen music, Luffy bounces from his spot on the swing seat until he’s practically vibrating off of it, a whoop of encouragement ready to burst from him before Nami and Vivi both clamp hands over his mouth to muffle it. Let them have their moment!!)
There’s the briefest of grazes between Sanji’s lips, the tip of his tongue finding the lingering taste of their drink. He breaks the contact but otherwise doesn’t move, staying in that bubble where it feels like it’s just the two of them, even if it definitely isn’t. ]
So wine does it for you, huh?
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Time is a malleable concept on the villa. Sometimes it feels like everything is moving so fast that it's all Sanji can do to adjust, and sometimes the minutes and seconds of quiet stretch like days, weeks. He's barely known Zoro for a handful of days, but the breath they share after the kiss breaks makes him feel like he's been here, with Zoro, for a year.
Ankles tangled and noses brushing, Sanji tries not to smile, to middling success. ]
Don't make me sound like a lightweight. [ He's fine with the entire nation knowing he kissed Zoro, but he's worried about people thinking he can't hold his liquor? Ok, Sanji, cool. Now we all know where his priorities are.
But also: he's not actually drunk. Let that sink in. ]
—You're the one that's always shitfaced. [ Not true at all, but Sanji doesn't give Zoro a chance to clap back before he's giving him another kiss. Slightly more open-mouthed this time; a silent so there. ]
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Zoro thinks he might actually like him.
Deeper than surface-level, more than the physical, he thinks this could go somewhere if they let it. Somewhere he hasn't been before. Flings, hook-ups, dabbling in the dating world without the time or interest to commit - that's where he's lived so far. And he may have come in here to change that but fuck, there's no way to expect such a thing from the first person he's met!
It's impossible to be sure right now, after literal days, even if it feels like he's known Sanji for much longer. It can't be that quick, can it? He can't like him, not that genuinely, not yet.
(...But he thinks he might.)
He doesn't even try to form a rebuttal to that nonsense accusation (how can he even get shitfaced when there's no good booze??), not when the other man is coming back in for more. Not when he can steal a taste of him now, lips parted just enough, letting his eyes shut, prepared to close off from the rest of the world for as long as they're allowed.
Which, it turns out, is not very long.
The only warning he gets is the adamant but ultimately futile - "Luffy, don't you fucking dare!!" - before there's a body throwing itself at them both, all outstretched limbs and a happy crow, the little wine that's left in Zoro's glass spilling on his shirt as he's knocked back down from the startling weight of the enthusiastic monkey-boy. ]
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Connections are a weird, instant thing; sometimes Sanji can't untangle his romanticism from the harsh reality of things (that women like him better when he shuts up and looks pretty), and sometimes he can't see the specifics in people for the larger reverence he holds in his heart for the concept of romance in general.
But tonight, he sees Zoro.
Or, well. Until Luffy rockets into their bed and interrupts the whole thing. Sanji is dazed for the handful of beats it takes him to fully understand what the fuck just happened, and when it finally registers... ]
—Oi, shit-for-brains...! [ Ah. There he is, the same old Sanji. Sitting up, he slams his foot right in the newcomer's poor face. ] What. [ Kick. ] The. [ Kick. ] Hell. [ Kick. ] Is wrong with you?! [ Kick.
Christ. He's bright red now, getting ready to roll off the bed and leave. ] Is there hamburger meat between your ears instead of a brain?! Tch— [ Yeah, he's still red. RIP. ]
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Luffy somehow remains unbothered, sprawled out into the space he's made between them, telling them, "I'm just happy for you guys!"
And how can Zoro be mad at that, really? Especially when he adds, "I told Zoro earlier it'd work out, but he was worried you didn't like h--" ]
- Oi.
[ Alright, that's enough. No need for Zoro to match the lovely shade of red that the cook is currently sporting, is there? ] It's time for bed and you're too riled up. Let's go.
[ Like a parent with an unruly child. He leaves the empty glass behind (but definitely grabs the bottle - he's claimed it for the two of them alone, try and stop him!) as he stands, heaving the boy bodily over his shoulder in one effortless move.
Ignoring the protests, he gives Sanji a look and dammit, it's too late, he can feel the heat, the color that's already flooded his cheeks. ]
...See you inside.
[ In their actual bed. The one that literally has their names written on it. The one they will be sharing in the dark. And now that they've kissed, and could easily kiss again, the thought of it is even more...intimate.
Yep, time to go, before they both end up resembling Buggy's nose. ]
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What did Luffy just say?
Sanji barely has time to process the implication before Nami is on him, a whirlwind of orange and anger, thumb and index clamped around the boy's ear to tug him, harshly, up and away from the now-wine-stained daybed (sorry, Brook). "Don't you know how to keep your mouth shut?! Stupid!", she hisses at the still-smiling self-proclaimed 'Captain of the Islanders', and levels a quick "go chase him, Sanji!" before forcibly dragging Luffy away from the scene of his crime.
The cook doesn't even manage his token Nami is still gorgeous, even when she's mad ♥. He stands there dumbly until he notices that Zoro is leaving, ears red and words mumbled, and he almost trips over his own feet to follow.
(Zoro? Worried?)
His partner is already getting ready to dip under the sheets when Sanji makes his way over to the crowded bedroom; he can feel multiple pairs of eyes turn to him the moment he arrives. This is usually where Sanji would go around the room and wish all the lovely ladies a good night, but he's quiet today— the mattress creaks when he settles down on it, and he makes an executive decision to turn towards Zoro instead of away.
(He hears Usopp clearing his throat. Like he wants to say something, but doesn't want to get killed for it. Wise choice.) ] ...You still smell like wine. [ Is all he can think of to say. God, someone turn off the lights so it's not obvious that he's still beet-red. ]
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The embarrassment hasn’t drained from his face as much as he would like by the time he’s reached the bedroom, but at least there’s a cool pillow waiting for him. He isn’t oblivious to the tension in the room, the electric crackle of anticipation that’s lived there since night one, the kind that comes with a bunch of young, attractive people in beds together and all that possibility. (The rustle of bedcovers. The sheets doing nothing to hide the unmistakable shape of Paula’s curves on top of her partner before the lights are even shut off. The whispers and giggles from the direction of Usopp and Nami’s bed in the dark.)
But tonight is the first time that possibility may be theirs to grab. And everyone knows it.
He’s settled on his back when Sanji joins him, surprised when the man comes straight to him, but… Fuck, if he isn’t pleased. He doesn’t even bat an eye at the other’s words, only sitting up and pulling off his stained shirt. There. Problem solved. ]
Better? [ He shifts when he comes back down, turning onto his side to face him right back. ] You smell like an ashtray. What are we doing about that?
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Or maybe this is him, getting lucky. This, meaning Zoro's steadiness just within breathing distance. Even with the lights turned off, he can still see Zoro's tan in the dim of the room (never quite pitch-dark, for the benefit of the cameras); his thoughts do a U-turn to Luffy's words again, to the simplicity of them. "He was worried you didn't like him."
Shit.
He doesn't want to give the world the satisfaction of seeing him squirm, so he shifts, reaches, and yanks their covers up and over both of their heads. Effectively shielding them under a blanket fort. An immature and obvious move, yeah, but beggars can't be choosers. ]
You can deal with it, or sleep on the floor. [ As if. His ankle involuntarily finds Zoro's, and rests against it in a half-twine. ] ...Catch a damn cold. See if I care. [ Spoilers: he does. Care. Too much for it to be rational, especially when he's surrounded by women who are all 15s out of 10. But he's not thinking about them— hasn't thought about them since he crammed himself into that stupid speedo for that stupid challenge.
Head slightly bowed, he headbutts Zoro on the shoulder. Shitty mosshead, how dare he. ]
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When he'd admitted it then, he had no way of knowing in a matter of hours they'd be locking lips in the sand. That everything he thought he was becoming more and more certain of would be completely flipped. Then, he could say it, but he figured it wouldn't matter, because he was pretty damn sure that Sanji was decidedly uninterested.
"I think you're wrooong", Luffy all but sang at him, head lolling from side to side, and Zoro hadn't taken a single bit of him seriously.
Now they're under the covers together, ankles nudging, the phantom feeling of Sanji's lips still on his own.
(#How.The.Fuck.)
They may be hidden from view (not that it keeps anyone from looking their way, straining through the lack of lighting, trying to guess) but their mics pick up on enough. Like Zoro's quiet scoff. ]
I'd knock you to the floor first. [ More spoilers: he wouldn't. Granted, he may have done so the first night when they argued over who would get which side of the bed. But that was different.
Now, that's the last thing he'd want to do. ]
But I'll deal with it. [ Spoken low, and close, just for Sanji - but not to worry, viewers, it'll be subtitled for you!
He lifts a hand, sifts his fingers into soft, golden hair and guides him, finding his mouth in their private darkness. ]
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#givingkuinathelifeshedeserves
#justiceforkuina #odawhydidyoudohersodirty
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