Part the Third - The Armory
While Luffy grabbed the Armory key from their room, Zoro made a quick stop by the kitchen for something he knew they'd need. It took him a few minutes, but he found it. Who would think to look for vegetable oil where the balsamic vinegar was? Damn Sanji…
He poured a generous helping into a little container and screwed the back lid on. This way when the left the Armory much later they wouldn't receive the jokes that Zoro so wished to avoid. It wasn't that Zoro was ashamed (not in the least. Luffy was quite a catch, after all, and he didn't care whether the others agreed or not), but there WAS a matter of preemptive damage control. Some members of this crew -no matter how old they claimed to be- were incredibly young, immature, and tactless when it came to… well, anything at all.
By the time he got back out, the armory door was open, so he walked down the steps and headed over to it.
He entered to see Luffy spreading a comforter out on the floor. The boy had cleared an area and kept the blanket folded in half for cushion, and was smoothing out the corners. The Armory key was on the floor, and Luffy didn't seem to be aware that Zoro was inside the room yet.
The swordsman closed the door, and locked it from the inside.
Luffy heard the noise and looked up, rising to his feet as Zoro approached him.
His swordsman was looking him up and down with an almost sad kind of look, which Luffy hadn't expected. Neither said anything as Zoro slowly reached to cup Luffy's cheek with one hand. The other moved down across Luffy's tender throat, green eyes pausing there before moving back to Luffy's own blue eyes. His hand slid down over Luffy's heart and rested there.
I really scared him, Luffy thought sadly. His own hands moved to cup Zoro's and press them to his chest and cheek respectively. "I'm okay, Zoro. I'm all better now. And look," he dipped his face to the side and kissed Zoro's palm, "I'm still touchable."
Apparently Luffy understood the concept of damage control, as well.
Zoro nodded slightly and slid his hand around the back of Luffy's neck. He kissed his forehead and pulled the captain into a warm, affectionate embrace, which Luffy returned wholeheartedly.
They held this for a for moments before Zoro let his hands begin to roam a little. Nothing imposing yet - nothing scary; despite Luffy's cockiness, Zoro wasn't sure how much Luffy was really ready for, and there was no rush. Luffy had issued a challenge to be impressed, and he would be, but he really had no idea what he was asking for. Zoro never wanted Luffy to feel anything but pleasure in his arms. This would be anything but a meaningless roll in the sack. This would be love making.
What an odd thing to think of it as, making love. Zoro had had sex with four women before and he had many skills in the bedroom. He'd slept with them, he'd taken them, and he'd even been gentle with them. But he had never once made love to any of his conquests.
Luffy was different. So, so different. First of all, he was male and Zoro had never intimately touched a man before. That would make this a learning experience right there. Second of all, Luffy was rubber, and a whole new world of discovery laid therein. Zoro was going to take his own leisurely time with this because he wanted to learn everything that was Luffy.
He leaned back a little, and when Luffy looked at him in question, he kissed him deeply, honestly, longingly, and with a deep satisfaction that this was really happening. Luffy was really in his arms and doing his best to respond to the kiss.
Zoro was determined to make this experience all about Luffy. He needed to make Luffy understand how much he loved him; feel how much he loved him.
