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Zoro coughed, stepping into the bar and praying it didn't belong to someone on enemy turf. He had no clue where he was, only that he needed someplace warm to rest for a while to stave off the hypothermia. 

He felt pathetic, wet from the sleet and snow and frozen down to his steel-toed boots. His bandages and wound dressings were sodden, not doing their job of protecting his fresh cuts. 

His boss, Straw Hat Luffy had sent him to fight one of the three heads of the Cross Guild, telling Zoro that they had been getting too greedy and encroaching on Straw Hat territory. Zoro was always happy to throw himself at whatever enemy Luffy pointed him at, and he always won...

...Not this time though.

Mihawk had savaged him, breaking two of his katanas and cutting him from shoulder to hip. He had even slashed out one of Zoro’s eyes. His defeat had been fast and absolute. He was a disgrace to the Straw Hats. 

Luffy had cast him out onto the streets, telling him not to come back until he had killed Mihawk. 

If Luffy wanted Zoro dead, he should've just done it instead of leaving Zoro to dangle on the margins like this. It was cruel. Though just maybe he was doing it out of love, giving Zoro a chance to prove himself. Sometimes he felt like he had to believe that Luffy loved him, loved him the most out of all of his executives and the numerous other gangs who swore loyalty to him. If he didn’t believe it, he would go insane.

If he just proved himself… he could go back to where he once was at Luffy’s right hand. He had been so lucky to have the position he had, and he had blown it completely. That damn Mihawk… 

Taking a seat at the bar, Zoro tiredly ordered a hot sake, to stave off the cold death that seemed to be nipping at his boot heels. 

Facing up to his boss and telling Luffy that he had failed to take Mihawk down had been worse than the pain, worse than losing the vision in his eye. The way Luffy had looked down his nose at him like he was trash, the way the other Straw Hat executives had stared at him with a mixture of worry and pity. But something else too, a kind of well, I’m glad that’s not me.  

They didn’t take any pleasure in Zoro’s defeat and humiliation, but they weren’t going to go against the boss’ orders and try to help him either.

Zoro clutched at his little cup of sake, grunting his thanks to the barman. The man turned his back on him, as if knowing exactly what had caused him to be wearing a patch of gauze over his eye. 

Zoro hunched over his cup, feeling sore and so, so alone.

The last person in the world Zoro wanted to see at that bar appeared somewhere beyond his elbow, sunken in shadows.

“Well, this is awkward.” a voice said dryly. Rings flashed on a large, elegant hand as the man took a deep slug from a large glass of red wine. 

Mihawk hadn’t taken a scratch in their duel, adding to the complete and utter humiliation coursing through Zoro’s veins, making him feel sick even standing in his presence. His clothes were immaculate, from his pointed boots up to the unbuttoned white shirt he wore. His long black winter coat almost brushed the floor. 

He made Zoro feel like a wretched street urchin, sitting there in his fine clothes and unbothered by anything. 

Zoro drank down his sake, burning his tongue on the hot liquid before he blurted out something he might regret. He didn't need a second round with Mihawk right at that moment. The alcohol burned pleasantly down his throat and singed his stomach. 

He stood up, threw some money down on the bar and whirled around, on his way out before Mihawk’s voice stopped him dead in his tracks. 

“Roronoa. It wasn't personal. As an individual I have a good amount of respect for you, too much to watch you wither away and quietly find a street corner to die on because of this.”

Mihawk tapped the bar with a finger, beckoning him to come back and take a seat on the stool next to him. There was a kind of sympathetic light burning in his red eyes. It almost seemed like admiration.

Zoro’s wounded pride told him to walk out, but in his wet clothes he might as well be throwing his life away. 

“Two more of those, please.” Mihawk signalled the batman, pointing to Zoro’s sake cup. 

When the drinks came and Mihawk sipped his sake, he didn't seem displeased. “Very warming.”

“That's the idea.” Zoro sipped his drink, trying not to appear too pathetically grateful for Mihawk buying him more alcohol. Was Mihawk trying to bond with him by trying his preferred drink? Well, it wasn’t going to work. Zoro scowled and sipped his drink.

“It's awfully sad, seeing a man like you injured.” Mihawk said quietly. “Like a wolf being gored by a bison, limping away to die.”

A thin flash of a grin met Zoro’s bemused frown, “I watch a lot of nature documentaries.” Mihawk explained.

“You're the bison then.” Zoro rasped, feeling every single cut Mihawk gave him burn raw from the cold. 

“The bison is only trying to avoid the wolf’s teeth, being strangled to near unconsciousness and then having one’s belly ripped open isn't a fate I would choose myself.”

Zoro can almost imagine the hot guts steaming in the snow. 

“Maybe we could watch some together,” Mihawk offered, causing Zoro to flinch as he reached out to gently stroke his knuckles over Zoro’s cheek. “You look tired.”

Going home with the man who almost killed him and ‘watching nature documentaries’ sounded insane. And Zoro didn't doubt that it was a pretext to something else. Fucking him hard in the ass in exchange for a night's shelter probably. 

But what choice did he have? When Luffy told you ‘don't show your face back here’ he meant it. If he limped back to the hideout and begged to be let back in… Luffy wouldn't beat Zoro himself, he would point a finger and get anyone else to do it. Maybe the cook, just to rub salt into his wounds.

“I’d have to be crazy, to go home with you.” Zoro murmured, shivering as Mihawk brushed a thumb over his lip.

“I won’t allow any harm to come to you, Roronoa. You have my word on that.” Mihawk’s cologne smelled good, rich and deep like leather and yet fresh and spicy at the same time. His red eyes burned, making Zoro wonder if he was going to drink his blood the moment he stepped into his apartment. 

Given the choices, Zoro quickly made a decision. Whatever Mihawk had planned for him couldn’t be more humiliating than dying of frostbite on a wet city street corner. Even if Mihawk took him home and fucked him, or cut him to pieces and stored him in his freezer.

“Alright.” Zoro agreed.

This has got to be the stupidest thing I’ve done. Zoro thought, as he followed Mihawk out of the bar.

That was, since agreeing to join Luffy's gang, anyway.

Mihawk’s apartment was nice. Sparse but modern with lots of black leather and a big TV which took up a good chunk of one wall. Around it were lit shelves stacked with books, some of them crammed in so thickly they were almost spilling out. A liquor cabinet dominated the corner, full of expensive looking spirits and red wine. Zoro licked his lips.

Rain packed with ice smacked against the big window, turning the buildings in the city beyond the glass into ghostly orange smears. 

“You should strip, your clothes look soaked” Mihawk said, as he closed the door behind them. “I'll try to find you something to wear.”

Mihawk disappeared into another room, leaving Zoro standing there with a pit in his stomach. He felt foolish, wondering if Mihawk was preparing sedatives and sex toys, bondage materials or whatever other creepy shit he was into. 

His almost-murderer came back holding a big towel over one arm and a bundle of clothes in the other. Mihawk frowned. “You're going to make yourself ill if you don't take those off. Here.” he tossed the towel around Zoro’s head, drying his soaked hair. 

He swallowed thickly, feeling awfully exposed in this big, empty apartment. 

“You may use the bathroom, if you would prefer some privacy.”

“Thanks.” Zoro mumbled, going through Mihawk’s bedroom when the older man pointed him in the right direction. The bedroom was equally sparse, having an enormous bed with a simple lit shelf above with more books lined up on it. Zoro squinted, so convinced that Mihawk was hiding whips and chains and bone saws somewhere.

The bathroom had a hot tub in the corner, as well as a big shower and a wide sink area. A big mirror ran from one end of the sink to the other, showing in extreme detail just how worn out and bloodied and disgusting Zoro looked. He stripped in a hurry, tossing off his wet clothes and unwrapping the soggy bandages that Chopper had wrapped around him.

He quickly shucked off his damp boxers, hurrying as fast as he could to not have his cock out in Mihawk’s apartment for longer than necessary. Slipping on the pair of black boxers Mihawk had given him felt weirdly intimate. The guy had almost killed him and now here Zoro was, wearing his underwear.

He had stopped bleeding, thankfully. Mihawk had laid out one of his white shirts for him to wear and he didn’t want to ruin it by getting his blood all over it. The scar from his shoulder was puckered and shiny, running right down over his left breast down to his hip. So many stitches.

He felt awfully small and exposed in Mihawk’s clothes, the man was a fair bit bigger than he was and his lounge pants were pretty baggy on him. The white shirt, even when buttoned, was made of a light, silky fabric that hugged the curves of Zoro’s small breasts. And showed his nipples to the point where there was barely any point in wearing a shirt at all.

He exited the bathroom, throwing away his old bandages. Mihawk was waiting for him to finish out in the lounge, his red eyes flickering down Zoro’s body.

It was agony, watching Mihawk drink in his body. Zoro really was too tired for him to turn around and demand sex as payment. Those terrifying eyes lingered over the shape of Zoro’s tits before he shook his head slightly, as if to get a hold of himself.

“Would you like something to eat?” Mihawk asked. His question soon answered by a desperate gurgle from Zoro’s stomach. He hadn’t eaten all day and the sake was hitting him hard. “Please relax, I’m sure I can whip something up for you.”

Zoro flopped onto the couch as Mihawk disappeared into the kitchen. He frowned. Mihawk was being nice to him. In Zoro’s experience, from most of his life being spent in the city’s criminal underworld, people weren’t nice for no reason. If it didn’t benefit you in some way, why bother being altruistic?

Soon though, Mihawk had finished cooking Zoro a hot meal, like something you would get from a fancy restaurant. As he ate, he still found himself wondering if it was drugged. Zoro felt a lot sleepier after he finished, but maybe that was just a result of having a good hearty meal for the first time in days.

Back in the lounge, Mihawk turned on the TV, selecting a quiet, meditative show about wildlife in national parks. A majestic elk on the screen bellowing a mating call. 

“When you said 'watch nature documentaries'  I assumed you wanted… something else.” Zoro admitted, as he moved to allow Mihawk some room on the couch. Zoro perched on the edge, putting a good distance between himself and the man before shivering. 

“Who says I don't?” Mihawk murmured. He hadn’t been openly staring at Zoro’s body for nothing.

Tension thrummed through Zoro. 

“A joke. A poor one. Though if you want to cuddle I won't stop you. It's rather cold and my heating system isn't performing as well as I would like.” Mihawk pulled down a soft throw blanket from the back of the couch and offered for Zoro to curl up underneath it. It really was cold.

The prospect sounded odd, cuddling with someone he had just met, let alone the guy who had cut him into pieces. But… he was so exhausted, his body so starved for any kind of affectionate touch. Zoro couldn’t remember the last time someone had just… held him without being obliged to do so as a precursor for sex. Luffy had very little time in his schedule for being affectionate like that with any of his executives.

The elk on the TV was chasing around a female, trying to entice her by flopping out a long tongue. 

Animals were weird. But maybe people were weirder.

“Can’t you just turn the heating up?” Zoro was shivering constantly. 

“It is up, as high as it will go, in fact.”

Huh. Maybe Zoro had lost more blood than he thought. Was he dying? 

Zoro ended up giving in, leaning into Mihawk and chasing his warmth instinctively. Some kind of warm clove-ish type of scent emanated from his hair. Expensive shampoo. Zoro sighed as the man put his arm around his shoulders. He could feel Mihawk’s muscles moving under his clothes, intimidatingly strong, yet warm and comfortable too.

“How old are you, boy?” Mihawk asked.

“Twenty-one.”

“Good lord. I'm almost old enough to be your father.”

Zoro blushed as he leaned further into the man, his face pressed against his collarbone. That probably shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did. He squeezed his thighs together briefly. ”Do you watch these to watch animals get ripped apart?”

“Not at all. I find the cycle of life and death to be beautiful and dramatic, but I become very engaged with studying creatures whose thought patterns and motives are very different to my own.”

“That makes you sound like an alien.” Zoro mumbled. 

“Maybe so.” Mihawk huffed out a chuckle, his red eyes reflecting the screen in the dark room. At some point he tugged Zoro’s legs onto his lap and started to stroke his hair, like it was the most normal thing in the world and they had been doing it for years. Zoro was too injured to really question it, he yawned, nuzzling against Mihawk’s neck. He pressed his palm to the exposed ‘V’ of Mihawk’s chest and idly flicked at the crucifix around his neck, the same blade inside that injured him earlier.

“Some things animals do are so ingenious you would think they have near human level intelligence,” Mihawk’s voice was a low, warm rumble in Zoro’s ear, “but it's ingrained in them from the moment they're born; through thousands of years of evolution. Isn't that fascinating?”

“Mmhmm.” Zoro figured that Mihawk didn't often get to talk about this shit with anyone, so he nudged him to speak more. His voice was nice. “Like what?”

Mihawk toyed with Zoro’s earrings as he thought for a moment, making him shiver. “The baby cuckoo, shoving its foster parents' biological born eggs out of the nest, weaver birds making their intricate little nests… Crows have been known for their ability to recognise different human faces.”

“Birds are your favourites then?”

“Maybe so.”

As much as Zoro was relieved that Mihawk hadn't demanded sex from him in exchange for a place to sleep, his deep voice was causing something warm to ignite inside him. He leaned up to kiss Mihawk’s bearded jawline, the position he was in perfect for trailing his lips down the older man’s neck. 

Mihawk groaned, lifting up his chin to allow Zoro better access. While Zoro kissed him, Mihawk stroked up and down his thigh, careful to avoid touching the bigger injuries. “You're not scared anymore, I take it?”

“I wasn't scared.” Zoro protested, scowling up at the older man. “Just worried you were gonna fuck me unconscious as soon as I walked in through your door.”

Mihawk looked at him, “You're very beautiful, Roronoa, but I'm not a brute. Despite what some people might think. The only ulterior motives I had were to ramble endlessly in your ear about wildlife.”

Zoro didn't think that was completely true, that Mihawk might possibly want to poach him to work for the Cross Guild. 

Defecting didn't sound too bad at that point, he was already a disgrace in Luffy’s eyes. Once he returned to the hideout he might not even be one of Luffy’s wings. Maybe Jinbe would be promoted, or Sanji, hell even Nami. She didn't have the same fighting skill as some of them, but she was already making most of the decisions and running the place as a shadow leader. She could possibly even take over the syndicate, one day.

They made out, languid and unhurried while the TV presenter spoke calmly in the background about elk clumsily mounting each other or whatever. 

Zoro hadn't kissed anyone but Luffy in a long time, the boss got jealous if he did. If he knew that he was letting Mihawk shove his tongue in his mouth, he would get mad on principle. 

Let him get angry. A vindictive little voice in Zoro’s head told him. The neck of Mihawk’s big shirt slipped over one of Zoro’s shoulders, revealing his hard nipple. He didn’t have time to be embarrassed before Mihawk cupped his tit in his big hand, lightly pinching and squeezing.

Zoro’s back arched, crying out plaintively. He could feel himself getting wet, soaking into Mihawk’s boxers. His clit rubbed against the soft cotton, winding himself up even further. He wanted Mihawk to shove that big hand into his boxers, to slide against his clit and ease the ache building in his cunt. But, Mihawk seemed content to kiss him senseless, idly flicking his thumb over Zoro’s areola.

Their tongues twined together, growing more heated, then suddenly the fire in Zoro’s chest died down. He felt dizzy, moving his swollen lips away from Mihawk’s mouth reluctantly. 

Mihawk calmly pulled back, “are you alright?”

“Uh, uh-huh. Yeah.” Zoro mumbled, yawning so widely Mihawk could see his canines. He was so tired. Instead of being offended, Mihawk gave him a slight smile. 

“You look exhausted. You can sleep here.” Zoro grumbled in protest as Mihawk moved his legs to get up, then gently repositioned him so that he could lie down. He didn't want to be separated from the warm body of the man, or his rich scent or his calming voice. “If you need anything, don't be afraid to come wake me up. I'm a very light sleeper.”

Mihawk kissed him on the forehead and helped to form a pile of cushions, tucking the blanket around him. 

Zoro thought about getting up to slip into Mihawk’s bed and offer himself up as payment for the hospitality after all. But… his erection and the aching weariness of his body were battling it out, and his tiredness won. 

Yawning deeply, he rolled over and was asleep in minutes.

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Zoro awoke and stretched as far as his injuries would allow. Despite getting his ass kicked and slashed half to pieces, he felt pretty good. Even after sleeping on a stranger’s couch he felt rested and comfortable. Maybe having a warm blanket and a good meal make any situation feel manageable.

He squirmed a little, remembering Mihawk pulling him onto his lap the night before. If he hadn’t been so tired, he almost definitely would have let Mihawk touch him further.

A pulse of guilt needled Zoro underneath his ribs. That annoying thought of what if Luffy finds out about this? Rearing its head.

Suddenly, a rough banging knock came from the door, causing Zoro to jump, his heart hammering. Mihawk appeared from the kitchen, the sleeves of his neat black shirt rolled up around his muscular forearms. His hands were wet and dripping with suds, probably having been interrupted washing the dishes.

Wait. Zoro almost cried out, worried that Luffy had already found out that he had gone home with Mihawk and was here to pick him up.

Instead, Mihawk opened the door and a man with greasy black pomade-slicked hair stood there, filling the hallway with cigar smoke.

“This is non-smoking building.” Mihawk chided the man as greeting.

“You absolute fuckin’ idiot.” Crocodile growled, stomping past Mihawk and looming over Zoro on the couch, pulling down his blanket to glare at him. Zoro flinched at the cold air, and the evil glint of the man’s golden hook hand. “I had to see it to believe it. You've got one of Straw-Hat’s crew with you? You should know better than to steal from him.”

“It’s not theft to take something someone threw out onto the street.” Mihawk said cooly. “Most people refer to it as thrifting.”

When Crocodile reached down to grab Zoro’s face, Mihawk smacked his broad hand away. Zoro wasn’t sure if he liked being talked about like he was a piece of furniture someone threw out, or maybe an abandoned kitten in a wet cardboard box. But he did like Mihawk sitting next to him and putting an arm around him, like something wanted - something deeply desirable to him.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to cause you trouble - I can go.” Zoro moved to get up, but Mihawk tightened his hold around his waist.

“No need to apologise, Roronoa. Crocodile is over-reaching. I’m allowed to have whatever guests in my home I like.” His red eyes flickered darkly as he stared up at Crocodile.

“It’s not over-reaching,” Crocodile snarled around his cigar. “Straw Hat is gonna come down on us like a ton of bricks when he finds out that you’ve got one of his stashed in your apartment.”

“He’s welcome to try.” Mihawk said. “From my understanding, Straw Hat wasn’t wise to mistreat one of his main officers. Maybe it will teach him to treat his men with more care.”

“Tch. Whatever.” Crocodile gruffed, putting out his cigar on Mihawk’s glass coffee table. “Just don’t expect me for help when Straw Hat comes busting your door down. I fought him once and I’m in no rush to do it again!”

“That’s quite alright, Crocodile.” Mihawk smirked, “I’m not afraid of Straw Hat, but if you are I wouldn’t expect you to take another beating from him. You may sit this one out if you so choose.”

Crocodile clenched his jaw, looking like he desperately wanted to tell Mihawk to fuck off. “I can’t wait for this to bite you in the ass, Hawk-Eye.”

“I’m sure you do.”

The door slammed hard enough that the pictures on Mihawk’s wall shook as Crocodile left. Mihawk turned to Zoro, smiling serenely. “Would you like some breakfast?”

“Definitely.” Zoro breathed.

Mihawk leaned in to kiss him chastely on the lips before getting up and moving to the kitchen. His cooking was almost on par with Sanji’s.

Zoro felt an unpleasant stab when he thought about the curly-browed cook. He wondered how the others were doing with him gone. If Crocodile was right, Luffy might come looking for him before he defeated Mihawk. Luffy’s whims were childlike and sometimes too sporadic to keep track of, maybe he would forget about his terms and come to drag Zoro back if he got bored enough.

“Don’t worry about Crocodile.” Mihawk called as he started to cook. “He only likes to believe that he’s the sole leader of the Cross Guild.”

“What if Luffy does come and tell me to go back with him?” Zoro asked in a small voice.

Mihawk poked his head out of the kitchen doorway, a frying pan in his hand. “Do you want him to?”

Zoro’s stomach twisted, the wound on his eye pulling uncomfortably as he frowned. Mihawk paused his cooking endeavours to come into the lounge.

“Don’t worry about it for now.” Mihawk tipped up Zoro’s chin to kiss him again. “Go and shower, I’ll have breakfast ready when you’re done.”

“Okay.” Zoro murmured. He carefully washed himself, shampooing his greasy hair and carefully washing around his wounds. His head still didn’t feel like it was screwed on right after the fight and being kicked out of the Straw Hat HQ. Mihawk’s question about wanting to go home or not was bouncing around his head.

The answer to that question was so complicated that Zoro couldn’t even begin to form a solid answer. Yes the Straw Hats were his family, but they were a family built on crime and chaos, and jostling for Luffy’s affection like a bunch of needy dogs. It was exhausting, even when you were at the top of the pile like Zoro used to be.

Used to be, being the key word. How he would ever get his place back was beyond him.

Once he was showered and dressed, Zoro stepped out of the bathroom feeling like a new man. Mihawk had washed and dried his clothes for him at some point and had laid them out neatly folded on the bed for him. 

Breakfast was waiting on the table back in the lounge, it all felt too thoughtful and kind to be true.

“Why’re you being so nice to me?” Zoro grunted around a mouthful of sausage and egg. 

“Don't talk with your mouth full.” Mihawk chided him gently from the other side of the table. “Straw Hat is a fool to treat someone like you the way he does.”

“It's not that bad.” Zoro started to say, Then gulped down his food quickly when he remembered his manners. “He usually treats his underlings and allies pretty well.”

“Usually?” Mihawk squinted at him.

“He expects a certain degree of loyalty and performance from us.”

Mihawk only said ‘hmm’ to that, eating his own light breakfast delicately and speedily, dabbing his mouth with a linen napkin when he was done.

“I have to go attend to Cross Guild business. You may stay here and rest, or leave for a while. I can give you a key. There is a most delightful coffee shop next to this building at street level.”

“You would really give me a key, someone from a rival gang, who you just met?”

Mihawk just gave him a knowing stare, along with a smirk. “Now I know you won't try anything, Roronoa. You didn't even try to lift a finger against me last night.”

Probably because Mihawk would fold him up like origami if he tried, but it did cause Zoro to stop and think. 

Why hadn't he just tried to kill Mihawk in his sleep and then go home? Because Mihawk had promised not to harm him under his own roof and it felt wrong to betray that?

Zoro toyed with the key in his fingers, frowning slightly. “Uh, Mihawk I don't really- I mean…” He didn't want to tell him that he had spent the last of his cash on that cup of sake last night. 

“Here.” Mihawk pulled out a money clip, way too much in there just for coffee. The kind of money that would open anyone's legs. Zoro blushed, another thing he shouldn't have found so attractive about Mihawk. 

“Thanks.” he blurted, his eye wide as he took Mihawk’s money.

Mihawk smiled, closing one eye and looking at him heavily. “I only ask that you don't run away from me, little rabbit. I would still like to see more of you than I did last night.”

Zoro blushed, thinking about Mihawk’s hand on his tits, how effortlessly he had made him arch and moan. “Why… Why didn't you just take what you wanted? It's not like I could've really stopped you.”

“I told you, I’m not a brute.” Mihawk huffed, “I don’t know how Straw Hat treats you back home but I have little interest in using my strength in that way. Besides, between Crocodile and… the other one, you're the first good conversation I've had in some time. I was considering asking you if you would join the Cross Guild once you were better.”

Zoro felt stricken, it was one thing assuming Mihawk was going to ask him to defect, but quite another actually doing it. 

“Don't worry about it right now.” Mihawk put a hand on his shoulder. “I don't want to pressure you into anything. I will see you later.”

Mihawk took his coat off a stand by the door and left, leaving Zoro alone to finish his meal. Having confidence in his abilities was one thing, but the way Mihawk had left him to his own devices almost felt condescending in how little he regarded him as a threat.

Well, whatever. Zoro gulped down his food, if there was ever a time to plan to assassinate Mihawk and go home to Luffy, it was now.

Didn’t mean he had to feel good about it.

Zoro ended up taking Mihawk’s advice and throwing on his jacket, taking a walk along the slushy streets to locate the coffee shop he had been talking about. If only for a change of scenery while he attempted to wrangle his thoughts. 

He stood in line at the busy little coffee shop, the rich scent of espresso filling his nose and the screech and hiss of the coffee machines scratching at his ears.

A slender man in a suit was waiting for his order at the front, tapping his foot with a slight air of impatience. Zoro cringed as he recognized the man, shrinking in his bulky winter jacket like he was trying turtle-like to hide in his shell. Sanji’s one visible blue eye widened under his mop of badly bleached black hair.

Zoro watched as the man mouthed “Mosshead!” at him in outrage. Once Zoro had ordered his coffee, Sanji dragged him into an empty corner of the shop.

“Where the Hell have you been?!” Sanji snapped at him. “I thought you might’ve wandered off and died, we were all worried about you.”

“Give me a break, cook. When Luffy told me to fuck off, that’s what I did!” He already wished he'd had more time to lick his wounds before he saw the cook's face again. “I needed some time away. I've never been so humiliated in my life.”

Sanji folded his arms, a hint of sympathy behind his pout. If Sanji had been the one beaten in combat and given a lecture in front of the whole syndicate, he would have needed a lot more than a couple of days to get over it. A lifetime probably wasn't enough. 

Zoro sniffs at the front of the swirly-brow’s suit. “You smell burnt.”

“As soon as you left, Luffy started pushing me a lot harder. It's probably gunpowder.” Sanji glared at him. “You need to come back, now.”

“I can't!”

“Why the fuck not?! Where are you even staying right now, anyway?”

When Zoro told him, the cook was stunned speechless. “Mihawk. You're staying in his apartment?”

“Yep.”

“So, what are you doing? Just kill the guy already.”

“If I challenge him again, he's going to butcher me like a hog.”

“Moron! I'm not talking challenging him.” Sanji started to speak loud and slow, like Zoro had suddenly turned deaf. Sanji put his hand to Zoro's ear, still yelling. “Wait until he's asleep, then cave in his skull! Hell, get into bed with him, then do it. Take him unawares. Why am I telling you this, like it's your first time?!”

Zoro cringed, shoving him away. “You would kill someone you just went to bed with?”

“I would kill them if they were in the middle of taking a shit, It’s all the same once they're dead.”

Zoro scowled. “That's where we’re different, you don't have a shred of honor in you.”

“Who cares about honor?” the cook rolled his eyes. The Vinsmoke syndicate weren't exactly known for being honorable, they were the type of crime family to covertly start street wars between factions, then sneak in to reap the rewards. Half the time it wasn't even for themselves, they were contracted out for it. 

Of course, when they had kicked out the runt of their litter, Luffy had snapped him up. Zoro thought he was a dirtbag when they first met, and to some degree he still did, but he was a dirtbag with an unusually big heart. 

“Look, I know staying with the guy who almost killed me is crazy, but things aren't exactly sane back at HQ, either.” Zoro gruffed. “Mihawk is honorable, he won't try to hurt me unless I challenge him again. I’m not sure what Luffy will do to me if he finds out Mihawk took me in.”

Sanji shifted uncomfortably. “He’s been in a bad mood ever since he kicked you out, he's been unbearable.” Sanji started to fiddle with his hair, before huffing and letting it fall back down. Haughty, cruel, but oddly sweet too. “First Usopp, then you… Don't make me beg.”

Zoro groaned, “Swirls… even if I wanted to come back right now, I can't without putting Mihawk down first. I'm sore, I'm exhausted and Mihawk he’s- he's weirdly nice.”

Curly-brow seemed to understand what he was inferring: I don't know if I want to kill him anymore. 

Sanji’s eyebrow shot up, “Don't tell me you're sleeping with him.”

“Don't get jealous.” Zoro tried to joke, but the hitman-turned-chef looked oddly fragile. Sure Zoro thought he was a pain in the ass most of the time, but so many times they had come together in mutual exasperation and exhaustion. The boss put his wings through a hell of a lot and sometimes you just needed to be with someone who understood. 

Sanji had smudged bruise-like shadows under his eyes and he looked worn down. Zoro never liked how he always had to be the top whenever curly-brow was concerned, but something about that vulnerability tugged at him. 

“Shut up, idiot.” Sanji deflated further, he looked almost close to tears. “I miss him. I miss Usopp…”

Their sniper had left after a nasty brawl with the boss. He was too kindhearted and too smart to put up with Luffy’s bullshit, and it was definitely for the best. But… 

Usopp had been really good for Sanji, made him laugh, made him grow something of a conscience after his history of working as a slimy hitman for his family the Vinsmokes. With him gone, Sanji seemed a little adrift. 

“So go after him, leave.”

“I can't. I'm pulling overtime thanks to you.”

“Grow a backbone, cook.”

“You're the last person I want to hear that from!” Sanji snapped, “You put up with his horseshit more than anyone.”

“I know. That’s why I’m in this mess to begin with.” Zoro pressed his knuckles to his forehead, this conversation was giving him a headache.

“Ugh… Sorry.” Sanji’s eye flicked over the still raw red wound on Zoro’s face. “Everything’s so fucked.”

Zoro reached over to ruffle his hair in a way that Sanji would usually find condescending and yell at him to knock off, but instead he leaned into the contact. Soon, the cook’s arms were around his neck, Zoro’s hand tugging his dangerously muscular and lean thigh around his waist. 

The cook’s lips were soft and waiting, a little too much on the moist side maybe. He was familiar at least, that same old gross tobacco taste as Zoro slid his tongue inside. 

So many emotions had gone through Zoro since his defeat at Mihawk’s hands that for a moment… Familiar was good. 

When Zoro pulled back for air, he looked at the cook sidelong. “You know, saying ‘don't make me beg’ is still begging, right?”

Sanji narrowed his eyes, lips tinted a pretty pink from kissing. “I hate you.”

They broke apart when a tired, overworked barista’s voice called out Zoro’s name and he remembered his coffee order. 

“Promise me you’ll come back?” Sanji said hopefully, but when Zoro once again thought about Mihawk with his throat slit, his stomach twisted.

“I can’t promise that, cook. Just try to hang in there.”

“Fine, whatever.” Sanji slouched off, tossing his forgotten coffee into a waste bin on his way out of the shop.

That night, Zoro woke up a couple of hours after falling asleep on Mihawk’s couch, cold and stiff all over. 

He sat up, leaning over to the coffee table where there was a bottle of pain pills Mihawk had provided for him, opening them up and dry swallowing a couple. But it wasn't the pain that had woken him, it was the cold that the throw blanket didn't do enough to guard against. 

Zoro thought about cuddling up to Mihawk the other night, how warm his muscular body had been, how good it felt to be under his arm, palm against the warm exposed skin of his chest. He shivered, craving that warmth. 

…Then he almost immediately felt bad for craving that, when Sanji was back home at HQ suffering the consequences of Zoro not being around. Fuck he wishes that Sanji hadn’t shown up.

Wait until he's asleep, then cave in his skull! Hell, get into bed with him, then do it. Take him unawares. 

If he killed Mihawk, he could be back at Straw Hat HQ that same night, and all it would cost him was his honor. 

Zoro walked over to Mihawk’s bedroom door with his blanket slung over his shoulders, wondering if the man was asleep. 

I want him to hold me. 

The urge was so overpowering that Zoro fought against his instinct to cringe and knocked on the door. Faintly he heard a soft “Come in.”

Mihawk was awake and lying in bed, reading glasses perched on his nose as he read a book. He looked at Zoro from over the frames, raising a brow. Light fluttered softly off the lenses from the wall-mounted lights behind him. “Everything alright?”

Zoro shuffled awkwardly, willing the pain meds to kick in. “It's kinda cold out there.”

“Would you like to sleep with me tonight?”

Mihawk lifted a corner of the warm-looking duvet cover and Zoro swallowed. 

“I don't want you to think I- I mean…” he glanced to one side. He didn’t want Mihawk to think he was throwing himself at him like a cheap hooker.

“That's quite alright, Roronoa. Please-”

Zoro almost dived for the open corner of the bed, feeling Mihawk’s heat envelop his whole body and start to work its magic on undoing all the stiffness in his muscles. He sighed as he pulled his side of the covers over himself, then once again accepted when Mihawk offered to wrap an arm around him. 

“What are you reading?” Zoro sighed, trying to inhale as much of the scent of Mihawk’s skin as he could without being creepy about it. 

“Crime and Punishment. Dostoevsky. It's one of my Bibles, I read it almost every year..”

Zoro could just make out the naturally musky smell of his underarms under the expensive body lotions and gels he had used. 

… Honestly, it was kind of a turnon. 

Zoro was wearing boxers and a shirt, but Mihawk only seemed to be wearing underwear. He was almost completely naked. 

Get a hold of yourself, idiot. Zoro winced, trying to focus on the book Mihawk was describing. It was hard to pay attention to the plot when Mihawk’s hand was trailing up and down the dip of his spine. 

For once Zoro was shivering in a good way, his nipples getting taut and erect where his small breasts were pushed up against Mihawk’s side. 

What was it about Mihawk that made him keep wanting to change his mind? Wounds be damned, he felt a comfortable rush, feeling safe and warm and aroused. He had to clench his thighs hard together when he thought about opening his mouth and asking for it. 

No, really. Get a hold of yourself. I'm not thinking clearly. 

It definitely wasn't Zoro’s imagination that Mihawk seemed distracted from his book, glancing down at Zoro’s chest where his nipples were showing through the thin fabric of his shirt. 

Feeling bolder, Zoro trailed his hand over Mihawk’s stomach and caressed his slender hip, feeling the man shift and sigh approvingly. His body was incredibly muscular all over. At the same time, Zoro’s hips seemed to move all on their own to move closer to Mihawk’s side. He moved closer under his hard clit was rubbing up against Mihawk’s solid thigh, biting his lip as pleasure caused his thighs to tremble.

“You’re distracting me from my reading, Roronoa.” Mihawk murmured, not looking away from the pages as his hand slipped down to grab Zoro’s big, plump ass.

He whined as Mihawk’s large hand explored and squeezed his cheeks. “How can I distract you more?” Zoro gasped, shivering as Mihawk slid his palm into Zoro’s boxers. The warm contact of his palm against his bare ass felt so good.

Can I suck you off while you read your book? Zoro wanted to ask, but felt his throat close up. Kissing another man from an enemy syndicate was one thing, but having another man’s cock in his throat was another. Luffy wouldn’t be able to forgive him.

“What’s wrong?” Mihawk asked.

“I feel…. Guilty for being here. Luffy’s going to kill me if I do anything with you.”

“He doesn’t have to know.” Mihawk finally glanced away from his book, forcing Zoro’s shirt up and causing his tits to spill out. 

Mihawk stroked a hand languidly down his body, still reading his book as he cupped Zoro’s cunt over his boxers, sliding a finger up his clothed slit. Zoro curled over, gasping as Mihawk rubbed his clit, getting embarrassingly wet. His breasts rubbed against the older man’s bare chest as he writhed against him.

Mihawk quietly read his book, the only sounds in the room the shuffling of fabric and Zoro’s quiet mewling gasps. He jerked as Mihawk pinched his clit between his forefinger and thumb, causing a hot jolt of pleasure to spark through him. 

“Oh god…” Zoro groaned. “Mihawk, I’m gonna-” he thrust his hips desperately against Mihawk’s hand, trying to force his fingers deeper, get him to rub harder against his labia. The wet patch on his boxers was getting bigger, the fabric between his skin and Mihawk’s fingers made for a deliciously frustrating barrier. Mihawk pressed his fingers lower, over Zoro’s cunt-hole just to frustrate him further. God how he wanted those strong, elegant fingers inside him.

“Uhhn-!” Zoro whined, wanting more attention on his clit. He nudged up further against Mihawk’s side. “I’m so close, please- please…”

“Shhh.” Mihawk whispered, pinching and stroking his clit firmly, without hurry. Zoro thought his bones were about to melt. Hot, pulsing pleasure was building in his clit, sending tremors down his thighs, throbbing every time Mihawk fucked him with his fingers.

He couldn’t be quiet if he tried.

“AHHHH!” Zoro shuddered as Mihawk rubbed as hard and fast as he could through the fabric, his orgasm rushing over him. He buried himself in Mihawk’s neck, almost drooling as Mihawk continued to fuck him through it. 

Sighing, Mihawk put down his book, placing a bookmark in it before shutting it. “I was hoping to read a little more tonight.”

Zoro panted as Mihawk finally gave him his full attention, giving his tits a squeeze. 

“What will I ever do with you?” He pushed the covers to one side, Mihawk’s briefs were tented outwards, leaving nothing to the imagination. Zoro could see the curving bulge of his head, the firm line of his cock and his balls pulled up tight against his base as his erection grew. 

Zoro almost licked his lips at the sight of it. He saw Mihawk twitch and a bead of come bleed into the fabric. As much as he hated himself for not following the cook’s advice and putting a plan to kill Mihawk into action, it was incredibly easy to empty all those thoughts out of his head when he leaned down to kiss Mihawk’s dick over his briefs.

He was so warm under Zoro’s lips when he slowly moved them up his shaft, licking the damp patch of cotton over his tip.

Mihawk moaned and pushed the fabric down, baring the pink tip of his cock for Zoro to kiss. “Good…” he murmured, soon pulling down the fabric the rest of the way and guiding his big, pretty cock into Zoro’s mouth. Tears pricked at the corner of Zoro’s eye as his length nudged the back of his throat. His mind emptied further, reaching down to rub his sensitive and throbbing clit as he sucked. 

He wanted to stay like this, having Mihawk murmur “So beautiful.” as he sucked him off, and not have to be torn between the Cross Guild and the Straw Hats. He’d had a taste of how wonderfully uncomplicated life could be… if he just betrayed his own crime family and defected that was.

Zoro pulled his mouth off Mihawk, leaving him twitching and unsatisfied as he shyly asked him something, squirming a little at how weird it felt to ask. “Mihawk… could you call me a good girl?”

“If you wish. You’re doing such a good job.” he stroked his knuckles over Zoro’s flushed, embarrassed face as he returned his mouth to Mihawk’s cock. “Mmm, good girl.”

The pet name made Zoro shiver, hearing him say it, and he pinched his clit firmly. His mouth moved faster up and down Mihawk’s cock, making slick sounds as saliva coated his shaft.

Mihawk arched his back, putting his big hand gently on the back of Zoro’s head. “Do you enjoy swallowing?” he asked casually, while Zoro was furiously jerking himself off. Is water wet?

“Uh-huh,” Zoro panted, whorling his tongue around Mihawk’s tip and greedily swallowing him down. His mind was elsewhere, somewhere along the lines of imagining Mihawk buying him lacy panties and fucking him while wearing them. His boxers were well and truly ruined, and he paused for a moment to slip them off.

He returned to Mihawk’s cock, deepthroating him and whimpering with pleasure every time his tip hit the back of his throat. Please come down my throat, daddy. 

Zoro massaged Mihawk’s balls, squeezing them hard and listening to a satisfying rumble of pleasure from the man, he was getting close, Zoro could tell.

He was right when moments later, a thick spurt of come hit Zoro’s throat, causing him to choke as it went straight up his nose. His eyes watered as Mihawk kept coming, moaning openly and gripping the back of Zoro’s hair. He didn’t allow Zoro to move as come gushed down his throat and spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Tears streamed from Zoro’s eye as he swallowed, Mihawk rode out his orgasm by thrusting sharply into his throat, one more hot pump of come spilling into his mouth. How damn long had it been since Mihawk last came?

When he pulled out, Zoro was breathless and ruined, Mihawk’s come on his chin and dripping out of his nose…

It was awesome.

Mihawk panted, looking at him with a hint of embarrassment. “Oh. I am very sorry, Roronoa.”

He quickly handed Zoro a tissue from a box on his bedstand for him to wipe his face.

“What the hell for?”

When Zoro was done, Mihawk glanced down at his naked waist, the wetness on his thighs. He cast his ruby-red eyes over Zoro’s enlarged T-dick, still wanting attention. 

“May I?”

To Zoro’s surprise, Mihawk rolled Zoro onto his back and slid two fingers around his little cock, stroking it up and down. Zoro jerked back against the bedsheets from how sensitive he was and how close to coming he had gotten. He moaned, pathetically grateful that Mihawk was touching him. 

When Mihawk pressed the tip of his tongue against the head of Zoro’s cock, it was like being electrocuted. He gasped as Mihawk took his little cock into his mouth and sucked.

“Shit, oh fuck. Fuck me, daddy…” Zoro mewled, too hard to even look at Mihawk’s face as he went down on him. If he looked into the whorls of his deep red eyes at that moment, he would have come there and then. 

When Mihawk slid two fingers up into his cunt, Zoro wasn’t sure how much he could take. He muttered something about needing the man’s cock, as Mihawk’s big fingers fucked him and his elegant mouth sucked him off.

Soon, Zoro felt slick fingers pressing at his lips and Mihawk looming over him. He was making Zoro taste himself.

“Suck, and I will let you come.” Mihawk demanded, which Zoro had no choice but to obey. He lapped at Mihawk’s fingers, tasting his own hot slick and cleaning them off. “Good girl, you’re so good...” 

Mihawk returned his mouth to Zoro’s cunt, running his tongue up and down his shaft and over the tender folds of his labia like he was a fine meal. He murmured softly against Zoro’s pussy, seeming like he was greatly enjoying himself.  

When his mouth returned to Zoro’s clit to suck him again, Zoro was completely fucking gone. He might have screamed as his second orgasm hit. Mihawk slid his fingers roughly back inside his entrance, pounding him through it.

Once it was over, Zoro’s head was pleasantly blank and he was breathing hard. Mihawk pushed himself up, licking his lips as he watched Zoro’s spent cunt twitch slightly from the aftershocks.

“Exquisite.” Mihawk muttered, as he wiped his face with the back of his hand. Zoro felt devoured. His thighs were shaking. “Rest well now. I need you good and healed.”

Mihawk turned over, his solid, muscular body spooning Zoro from behind. He softly kissed Zoro’s neck, the length of his naked body pressing into him completely. Zoro sighed with pleasure.

Maybe Mihawk just wanted him healed so that he could formally invite him to the Cross Guild later. At that moment, Zoro didn't really care. He fell deeply asleep in Mihawk’s arms.

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Guess I better start thinking up a will.

Zoro wondered what a document like that would read, he hadn’t done much with his young life apart from murder people for the Straw Hat syndicate, drink booze and sleep with various people.

Here lies Roronoa Zoro, twenty-one years old. He died doing what he loved; sucking dick. Zoro thought morosely.

God what a mess.

Zoro sighed and nuzzled further into the sheets. Mihawk’s bed was big and comfy, smelling of fresh laundry, sex and the older man’s expensive shampoo. Mihawk’s heavy arm tightened slightly around Zoro’s waist, his hips pressing close against Zoro’s ass. He was blissfully aware of the man’s naked body.

He really hoped that this could last, and that Luffy wasn’t going to kill him and dismember his body for letting Mihawk fuck him. It would really put a damper on an otherwise incredible couple of nights.

“Luffy’s gonna kill me.” Zoro groaned.

“Good morning, little rabbit.” Mihawk greeted him in return, idly cupping one of Zoro’s breasts and lightly squeezing as he pressed kisses to his neck. His voice was pleasantly rough from sleep.

Zoro turned over to look at the man, his red eyes tinted a gorgeous shade of carmine from the morning light streaming through the large picture window. He couldn’t help but smile a little. For a career killer, Mihawk looked rather sweet with his beard messed up and his hair uncombed. He tilted his head, a little like a bird, giving Zoro a quirky smile. “Did you sleep well? You weren’t cold, were you?”

“No, I slept well but…” Zoro frowned, worries crowding his mind. He was supposed to have at least tried to kill Mihawk and go home by now. He hadn’t told Mihawk that he had seen the cook at the coffee shop - kissed him. Would Mihawk be jealous?

“I’ve definitely taken this too far.” Zoro said hurriedly, sitting up and combing his hair with his hand. “If he knew that we had- Luffy would…”

“You mean… Straw Hat would be angry if he knew that I had licked your pretty little cunt? That you were called me daddy last night, and not him?”

“Y-yeah.”

Mihawk rolled Zoro onto his back, crouching over him and putting his hands either side of Zoro’s head. “It sounds to me as if you’ve already been very naughty, and anything else you might do with me has little consequence at this point?”

“Seems like it.” Zoro’s heart was pounding. From Mihawk’s position all he needed to do was dip his hips, slide his cock between Zoro’s lips and push in… take all he wanted.

Mihawk smirked, looking him up and down. His dick was getting hard again, twitching hard and heavy between his muscular thighs. “Good to know. Would you care to take a shower with me?”

“Uh-huh.” Zoro mumbled, his legs feeling like lead as he got up and followed Mihawk to the bathroom. He almost laughed as Mihawk took his time gargling mouthwash and brushing his teeth as the shower water warmed up, clearly not wanting to share his morning breath. Zoro was even polite and gargled too alongside him, just to be polite.

Mihawk’s hands were on Zoro’s body as soon as they stepped into the stream of water in the expansive shower together. Zoro was continually struck how much taller Mihawk was than himself, especially when the man closed the shower door behind them and he loomed dripping wet and erect over him. 

Zoro swallowed as he looked up at the solid wall of muscle in front of him, feeling his cunt walls reflexively getting more open in response. He wondered if Mihawk was about to prop him up against the shower wall and fuck him. If he was, Zoro’s body was helplessly ready for it.

Instead though, Mihawk smiled and squirted some body wash into his hands, slowly lathering them over Zoro’s tan skin, soaping up his tits and massaging his nipples. He hummed in pleasure, allowing his arms to be lifted so Mihawk could wash his armpits and shivering a little at the ticklish sensation of it.

Only when Mihawk had washed his torso and back did he move down to Zoro’s thighs, holding him from behind and kissing down his clean neck. Mihawk’s big hand lightly teased around Zoro’s labia folds, driving him wild with the very slight touch.

“Mmm.” Zoro mumbled with contentment, Mihawk continued to surprise him. He could feel Mihawk’s cock pressing hard into his ass, but he seemed to not be in too much of a rush to take care of it. 

Makes one of us.

Zoro reached behind him to touch it, feeling Mihawk huff a grunt of pleasure next to his ear. He slowly rubbed the older man’s foreskin over his pink tip, wanting to guide him into his pussy from behind so badly.

“Impatient.” Mihawk huffed again, gently moving Zoro’s hand aside and turning him around. He bent his head to kiss Zoro, tasting cleanly of toothpaste and mouthwash as he slid his tongue in. He pulled one of Zoro’s legs up, licking his lips at a glimpse of the pink folds between his legs, as if remembering how he had tasted from the night before. “Straw Hat must not be fucking you enough, if you’re this turned on by an old man like me.”

The mention of Luffy made Zoro’s stomach twist into knots. “Can we not talk about him right now?” he muttered, looking to one side.

“Oh, my apologies, Roronoa. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Mihawk pulled him close to his chest and kissed his forehead. “It’s been a while since I did anything like this myself.”

“Oh, really?” Zoro said, with a false air of innocence. He had assumed as much when Mihawk had blown his huge load down his throat the night before.

“Mmmhm.” Mihawk nodded, he looked cute with his wet black hair hanging in his eyes. He looked at Zoro soulfully for a moment with his dark red eyes, before glancing down. “Your tits are cute.” he rubbed at them thoughtfully, squeezing them together and watching the water drip down the soft tan flesh. Was he thinking what Zoro thought he was thinking?

A towel hastily thrown down on the shower floor made it so Zoro could kneel down in front of Mihawk without shattering his kneecaps painfully. He looked up, excited as he came face to face with Mihawk’s huge erection.

His breasts weren’t big, but when he pressed them together Mihawk could slide his cock comfortably between them - using Zoro’s body as he pleased to pleasure himself.

Zoro moaned like a girl as Mihawk pinched his nipples, holding both of his breasts in his big hands as he thrust into them. It hurt a little as Mihawk’s nails dug into his tender skin, but it also felt incredible. As Zoro’s back arched, he wondered if he could come just from Mihawk’s squeezing and pinching of them alone.

He started to pant a little as Mihawk shoved his cock between his tits, his slit leaving a slick trail over his collarbone and sternum.

“Bad little girl, letting daddy use you like this…” Mihawk murmured, shoving Zoro’s tits closer together to further enclose his cock. His pink tip poked out of the cleft of them as he thrusted roughly into Zoro’s chest. The fresh scars there tingled with pain, but even the pain of that was adding to the thrill running up Zoro’s spine. 

“Mm-!” Zoro almost squealed as Mihawk viciously pinched his areola, his clitoris throbbing. He was so wet he felt almost like he had pissed himself. “Punish me daddy, please… I’ve been so bad.”

His tits were starting to hurt as Mihawk abused them with his strong hands and his cock, his scars throbbing. The big cock pumped faster between his little breasts, the flesh there rippling. Zoro moaned as if it was his cunt being fucked, shuddering with the pleasure running through his hard nipples, tears prickling at the corner of his eye with the pleasure and the pain of it.

Mihawk was breathing hard, sounding like he was close as his breaths were interspersed with rough groans of pleasure. 

“Daddy, I think I’m-” Zoro inhaled sharply as the strangest feeling rushed over him. His nipples couldn’t take the rough pinch and thrusting of the huge cock between them any longer. He wanted to twist away from it but couldn’t - Mihawk savagely gripped his tits together as he started to come. Thick white spilled between the cleft of Zoro’s breasts, but Mihawk wasn’t done with him yet. He kept coming, splashing over Zoro’s face and neck. Zoro opened his mouth to whimper pathetically and some of it dripped hot and salty into his mouth. 

He felt like he was coming, despite his clit going completely untouched, or maybe all the overstimulation had just become too much. Tears spilled down his face at the strange sensation, and at Mihawk rubbing and massaging his areolas long after it had become too much to handle.

“Daddy, daddy stop-” Zoro choked, he was shaking - his tits trembling as Mihawk gave a few last thrusts. His knees were trembling too at the overpowering sensation.

“Are you alright, my dear?” Mihawk ran the back of his hand over Zoro’s cheek.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Let me get you cleaned up.”

Mihawk shampooed Zoro’s hair and helped him wash away the come from his chest, leaning in occasionally to kiss him softly. He was still crying, completely unsure of why. Once he turned off the shower, Mihawk wrapped Zoro in a luxuriously soft towel and sat him down on the bed to dry him off.

“Was daddy a little too rough with you?” Mihawk murmured gently as he used a second towel to dry Zoro’s hair.

“N-no, it was really good. I’ve just never felt anything like that before. I think I came from you touching my nipples.”

“Fascinating.” Mihawk mused, as if filing that information aside for later. He looked at Zoro’s puffy, sore nipples with a hint of pride at his work. His areolas were so pinched and sore they were still standing firmly erect. “Will you be alright resting here, while I get our breakfast ready?”

“Mmmhm,” Zoro mumbled, his head feeling pleasantly empty after being fucked so hard. “Wait, could you stay just a few minutes?”

“Of course, my little rabbit.”

It wasn’t just the intense sex that had set him off, it was the somewhat distressing feeling that he was catching feelings for the older man when he wasn’t supposed to. 

Mihawk pulled him into his strong arms, squeezing him tight in his cocoon of the soft towel. Zoro heaved out a long, shuddering sigh as he nuzzled into Mihawk’s muscular chest. He had stopped crying, but he still felt emotionally raw and sensitive. 

He closed his eye, inhaling the smell of Mihawk’s skin deeply. Before he knew it, he was asleep.

Zoro startled awake in the mid-afternoon, not realising that he had fallen asleep. He padded into the living room rubbing his eye, wearing the bath towel like a cloak. Mihawk had evidently eaten without him and was sat on the couch reading a newspaper.

“Ah. There you are.” Mihawk glanced up, “I’ve been waiting to talk to you about something.” 

Zoro slumped down on the couch next to him, still feeling a little tired from earlier and yawning widely. “What is it?”

He allowed the towel to fall open, cuddling up to Mihawk’s warmth like a cat to a patch of sunlight. Mihawk put the paper to one side, seeming to be a little distracted by Zoro’s nakedness. He stared for a moment at the soft pink slit between his legs and the gently protruding t-cock between his lips before tearing his eyes away.

Ruby red eyes, the colour of wine, bored into Zoro’s, Mihawk’s big hand patting his bare thigh. “I have to attend a rather boring function for the Cross Guild tonight - a party. I would like to invite you to come with me but-”

“Buuuut,” Zoro continued, “it would cause a huge scandal with the Straw Hats if I’m seen with you.”

“Yes.” Mihawk said uncomfortably, “I don’t want to cause a street war, obviously, but the alternative is you remaining here all night bored out of your mind. It would be rather rude of me.”

“I could think of a couple things to do to pass the time.” Zoro muttered, thinking primarily of jerking off on Mihawk’s bed so that the sheets smelled of him for when the older man came back. Marking his territory maybe.

Mihawk’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, eyes once again trailing down Zoro’s bare body.

“Is something else bothering you?” Zoro asked, reaching out to tip up Mihawk’s chin and running his thumb over the older man’s lower lip. 

Mihawk took his hand, leaning into his palm and kissing it while staring Zoro in the eye the whole time. If Zoro didn’t know any better, it was like he was a little starved for the touch. “Straw Hat is a fool. You should stay with me. Perhaps it would be good to cause a scandal.”

“If you’re seen with me in public, it will force him to act.” Mihawk continued. “I only want to know what you think of that. He might come to take you away from me.”

The harsh tone of Mihawk’s voice seemed to imply that bad things would happen to Luffy if he did so. At the same time, Zoro glanced down to see the harsh line of Mihawk’s erection growing in his tight black pants. He batted at the golden crucifix hanging from Mihawk’s neck idly, feeling the danger emanating from the older man, yet feeling completely safe.

Thinking about going home to Straw Hat HQ was making him feel worse and worse as time went on. He didn’t want to kill Mihawk. Which meant that he didn’t want to follow his boss’ orders. With that line of thinking, he had defected already. 

The thought made Zoro close in a little, curling up in shock. “I’m a traitor.” Zoro mumbled, his one best asset was his loyalty and he had gone against it.

“It’s alright, my little rabbit. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Mihawk murmured, pressing Zoro back against the couch to kiss him deeply. Zoro ran his hands up and down Mihawk’s back in return and he felt the man shudder. He did a good job of hiding it, but Zoro was realising how utterly ravenous Mihawk was for sex, for kisses, maybe even for love in general. The way he had savaged Zoro’s tits in the shower made him wonder just how hard he would fuck Zoro’s pussy, given the chance.

They pulled apart, panting, a line of saliva connecting their lips for a moment before Mihawk ran his tongue over them. “If Straw Hat were here right now…” Mihawk rumbled low in his chest. “I’d fuck you in front of him, just to show him who you really belong to.”

“Mihawk…” Zoro squeezed his thighs together as he gazed into Mihawk’s eyes, made a deeper red with how wide and blown the pupils were. The older man pressed his finger to Zoro’s lips, shaking his head as he tried to get a hold of himself.

“You need some clothes, if you’re going to come with me tonight. I shall have to take you to get fitted for a suit.”

A strange thrill rose in Zoro’s chest. Mihawk taking him clothes shopping? A thud of arousal went through him, as he remembered his fantasy from the other day about the older man buying him expensive panties, danger temporarily forgotten in favour of lacy lingerie.

His clit started to throb, thinking about Mihawk seeing him wearing something like that.

“Don’t worry, little rabbit, I’ll pay for everything for you.”

“Thank you daddy.” Zoro whispered.

“I’m starting to love it when you call me that.” Mihawk murmured back.