Replay

                                    

                                          
In the middle of the night, when the night sky dimmed the land and the seas below, the faint light of the moon was the only source of light, but Sanji seemed to glow more than the sun. Zoro looked at the sleeping man in front of him. The comfort of the futon seemed to bring the blonde into a peaceful sleep. The crow's nest and the surrounding areas were free of anybody, only the eyes of the swordsman can witness this beauty.
But soon Sanji was nearing his agonizing pain again, he squirmed and sweated. He looked like he was experiencing the worst nightmare. But Zoro waited, only when Sanji was at the peak of his symptoms, that the green-haired man would wake him up, as instructed by the reindeer.
It wasn't even a minute before Sanji's body was trembling, and immediately Zoro went beside him to wake him up. After a few calls, the blonde's eyes opened, watery and desperate, pleading for any sort of contact. Zoro cupped his cheeks, and for a second he thought, he's beautiful. 
"Zoro-" his voice was faint, like someone who is on the point of dissipating into nothingness. It pained the swordsman, never in his life did he imagine his rival, his equal, to be as bare as the sea. 
Zoro met his plea with a kiss. It cannot be explained in just a few words. It was blissful, yet painful. It showed weakness, but it was strong. All Zoro could think of was his feelings, and how he wanted to do anything for this man. 
Zoro's left hand trailed down to Sanji's arm, landing on the latter's hand, he held it. Sanji was still shaking, his other hand remained on Sanji's cheeks, he wanted him to feel that it would be okay. He wants to be the man that will make the blonde man feel safe. He pulled out for the kiss, both slightly panting, he raised his left hand along with Sanji's right, and placed a light kiss on the back of the cook's hand, before letting it go. Sanji blushed at the action, his mind might have been slightly blurry, but this night will not vanish from his memories.
"It's hot..." Sanji furrowed his eyebrows. He wanted to take his shirt off, but no strength was left in his limbs. "Take these off" he whispered pleading to save him from the pain he must've been feeling. 
Zoro kissed him again, and this time Sanji felt the most relieved in his life. He did not care that he was kissing the man he hated the most, he wanted to get rid of whatever he was feeling. And he was sure that only Zoro could do it.
Zoro unbuttoned the blonde's dress shirt, revealing the milky skin, glistening small beads of sweat on his chest reflecting the moonlight. Zoro unconsciously placed his hand on the cook's abdomen, which sent chills down Sanji's member. The touch felt so cooling, he shivered and wanted more. He mustered all his will to move his limbs and successfully clung to the other man at his side.
Pulling out of the kiss, Zoro positioned himself on top of the blonde and started to unbutton his shirt. Sanji stared at the man about to fuck him, and he grew impatient. Just as Zoro did the last button, he pulled him in and crashed their lips. 
It was at that moment that Zoro's ability to reason snapped. 
His mind clouded, and his eyes went dark as he aggressively thrust his clothed erection at the other tent that was Sanji's. Muffled moans came out as they both felt the pain and the pleasure of the friction. Every thrust seemed to fuel them more.  His kisses trailed down to the blonde's neck, stopping at the base, he sucked and bit the skin so that it bled. 
It stung, but it was more than enough to turn Sanji on. As the swordsman's hands traveled his expert hands through his body, his lower half was already in sync with Zoro's thrusts, soft moans escaping his mouth. The night went on as both men in the crow's nest connected their bodies into one. Each thrust drove them insane, and nearer to the edge of bliss. 
While sounds of love and relief escaped both men's mouths. Engulfing the room with the echoes and the smell of their connecting bodies. Throughout the night something at the back of the green-haired man's head was clawing out to keep him grounded. Causing threads to tie on his heart as he pours his entire soul into the blonde.
This was never making love with the man he loved the most. 
It was the duty to protect a member of the crew.
And he hated it.