(SmoSan)

The door clicked softly as did Sanji's tongue. His eyes kept to the figure asleep on his desk. Silver white hair disheveled, two empty bottles of scotch beside him. And a bruised and bloody hand. Sanji removed his coat before stepping up to the figure. He ran a hand through his hair before messaging his scalp. The elder hummed slowly awakening from his slumber.

"After three years, I have never seen you. So sad." Sanji hummed.

"Why are you here?" Smoker grumbled.

"I have come to apologize."

Smoker picked himself up as Sanji sat up on his desk. He rested back against his palms. Smoker rested in his hand while his hang over was killing him.

Sanji had left Smoker three years ago. They both were unhappy, Smoker fell in love with his work, while Sanji. Fell out of love with him. So. He left, leaving Smoker behind without a reason why.

"I searched for weeks for you." Smoker grunted.

"I know. And I should of told you."

Smoker's eyes fell to his neck, "And you still have it."

"I know you need time, but. I want to come back. I've made a mistake. I realized I lost something very dear to me and-"

"Please, come home."

Sanji smiled hopping off the desk and straddling Smokers hips. Instantly they embraced. Given shaken breaths and taking in each other's scent.

"I've missed this smell." Smoker grunted.

Sanji rumbled, "I've missed more than that."

Smoker pulled back taking the ring between his fingers before yanking it off Sanji's neck.

"Let's renew our vows." Smoker said.

He took Sanji's hand slipping the ring onto his finger.

"I vow to give you more attention, more love, and maybe spoil you from time to time." Smoker rumbled, "And give you anything to suit your desires."

"I vow to talk to you more and give you some more lovin from time to time."

They kissed softly before Sanji pulled back.

"I desire, to be fucked on your desk. Right here. Right now."

Smoker smirked, "Of course."