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The Thousand Sunny tipped rhythmically through the sea, golden streaks of sunlight flickering across wave caps as the Straw Hats put more and more distance between themselves and Water 7. Zoro rested his elbows on the smooth, white railing on the back deck, eyes focused on the reflection of their new vessel on the water. He made a mental note of the much greater height between where he currently stood on the back deck and where he’d used to stand on the Merry. Shit. It’s gonna be a real pain fishing Luffy out of the water from up here.
Memories of flames flashed through his head, and for the thousandth time he replayed the series of events that had transpired over the past couple of days. Thinking Robin had betrayed them, thinking Franky was going to be their enemy. Everything that happened with Usopp. Zoro had been right about that; glad he stood up to Luffy even. But there were other things he had been… wrong about. He’d known Luffy would burn the world for his friends, it’s one of the reasons he was so devoted to his captain. He hadn’t flinched when Us- Sniper King shot down that flag. They had done the impossible... gone to war with the World Government and won. At least, they’d gotten Robin back. And Merry... Merry had come back for them. All of them. And they’d been able to escape thanks to -
The clicking sound of footfall crept up from behind him, confident and practiced, as if he’d walked the path hundreds of times already.
Shitty cook and his shitty addiction...
“Get lost on the way to the bunks, shitty Marimo?” Sanji jeered between lips pursed around a cigarette, the flick of a lighter sounding simultaneously with Zoro’s responding chuckle.
“Thought I’d check out the view. See why you’ve been spending so much time up here.” His gaze remained on the waves, but from his peripheral he saw the way the orange ember burned in front of the blonde’s face, casting a light glow over his nose and chin.
“You keeping tabs on me now, mosshead?” Sanji’s voice was lower now, laced with something like a challenge. Just the way Zoro liked it.
He hummed in response, the sound of the waves crashing against their ship filling the comfortable silence between them and a heat growing in his stomach that was becoming all too familiar.
If it wasn’t for Sanji, they wouldn’t have made it out of there. Zoro had come to realize that he respected the man, for much more than his strength. He was smart, quick and calculated beyond his shitty banter. He proved time and time again to be a key strategist on their crew, taking the initiative to handle things Zoro hadn’t even thought of. Luffy needed that, and Zoro admired it.
His stomach flipped, the warmth he’d been biting back for weeks now threatening to creep up to his cheeks and betray the feelings he’d pushed down. His fists closed around nothing, forearms flexing to stiffen the pressure building under his skin.
“What’s got you worked up?” Ever so observant... Sanji exhaled, a cloud of smoke drifting away from them, mingling with the sea air much like it did on the man’s skin. The scent was distinctive and lately, Zoro found himself chasing it when the cook would pass him. He realized it stuck to his clothes, too, and Zoro had felt a pang of heartbreak on laundry days when he had to wash them.
Fuck...
Zoro wrestled with the knot in his stomach. He didn’t usually have to think twice about what to say or do. But if he said what he was really thinking... everything might change. Might, he reminded himself. He did trust the man, after all.
“Actually, you.”
Sanji’s hand faltered, only for a moment, a slight twitch in his practiced movement as he brought his cigarette to his lips again. He inhaled, deeper than before, and held the smoke in his lungs for a beat longer than usual. Zoro found himself holding his breath as well until the blonde exhaled, bringing his own elbows down onto the railing, close, too close to Zoro’s.
“Hmm. ‘S that so?” Another drag, so close Zoro could hear the tobacco burning within its confinements, and he peeked over, noticing Sanji’s well maintained nails adorning long fingers. When his hand lowered, Zoro’s gaze caught on the man’s lips, the soft pink lightening as his smile stretched over his teeth. He noticed too late that Sanji was staring back at him now, too. His eyes raised to meet Sanji’s as his own face twisted into a smirk, the energy between the two of them charging easily.
“Yeah, it is, curls. And I think I just might have to do something about it.” Zoro lowered his own voice, husky and raw, as he tilted his head closer to Sanji’s. He didn’t care about the heat on his cheeks and at the tips of his ears. He knew the cook was close enough to see him blush but the electricity between them diluted any embarrassment he might have felt at this moment.
Sanji tilted his face closer to him, the fabric of his dress shirt brushing against Zoro’s elbow as the two of them stared each other down, neither backing away from the diminishing space between them.
Suddenly, a larger wave rolled up under the ship, lurching Zoro’s body forward. Instantly, their foreheads met with a crack and the two of them pulled backwards, hissing at the other for being a barely sentient algae or off their game, twinkle toes.
Sanji’s deep, joyful laugh snapped Zoro from his complaining, and his own husky chuckle joined in.
“Aye, moss...” the cook was blushing now, dusty rose spreading over his nose and cheeks and Zoro found it incredibly endearing. “You’ve got first watch tonight. I’ll be up after I finish in the galley, so don't wear yourself out too much lifting those ridiculous weights.”
Zoro felt himself swallow heavily around the lump in his throat as the cook’s fancy shoes carried him across the deck around the corner, back into his new kitchen.
Shit, what have I gotten myself into?
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Who the fuck does that curly browed moron think he is, huh?! Telling me what the fuck to do...
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Barking fucking orders at me, I was already going to be up here!
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Fuck does he mean ‘I’ll be up’ why would he come up here and bother me anyways...
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The hatch opened slowly, a familiar pale hand splaying over the wood and blonde hair peeking over the top just as Zoro dropped his barbell.
Sweat covered his tan skin, dripping downward over tight muscles, and his chest heaved as he attempted to manage his breath as well as his racing heart. Grabbing a towel, he turned his back to the cook, quietly balancing a tray as he closed the hatch door. Zoro moved the cloth over his body, not oblivious to the eyes that followed his movements. The man crossed the room, setting the platter down on the bench that lined the crow's nest before cracking open a window.
“Good workout?” Sanji murmured, those lithe fingers combing through his hair before wrapping around the neck of a bottle Zoro realized was sake.
Zoro wiped the towel over his face and rubbed it through his damp hair as he watched Sanji pour two shots, the aroma drifting towards him and beckoning his feet to move forward. Bastard.
He only grunted in response, taking up a glass and pausing as the cook did the same.
“You’re gonna have to get a little better at using your words tonight, moss.” Sanji taunted as he clinked their glasses together. Zoro watched with wide eyes as the blonde’s throat bobbed as he shot back the liquor, the subtle scruffle on his chin catching his attention for too long. Fuck...
Zoro shook his head before downing his own shot, the glass coming back down to the tray with a little more force than he’d intended.
Sanji snickered, his fingers tapping the glass still in his hand. When the other hand raked through his hair again, Zoro found himself laughing at his poor attempt to appear unbothered, though it was obvious the cook needed a distraction.
“You can smoke up here if you want, y’know.” He muttered, tossing the towel into a hamper before grabbing the fresh, cool glass of water off of the tray and gulping it down.
“Hmm. Maybe I will, but there’s something else I want to taste first.” Sanji stated in that low voice, the one that lifted goosebumps from every inch of Zoro’s skin, the buzz of anticipation damn near all-consuming.
Sanji lowered his glass, barely making a sound as the other hand unbuttoned the third and fourth buttons on his dress shirt. Zoro hadn’t missed the way he’d arrived with two already undone, but apparently, he was eager.
Zoro didn’t hesitate, he stepped into the cook’s space, close enough that the lingering scent of his smokes drafted up into his senses, close enough to see light colored eyelashes framing Sanji’s unobstructed blue eye, which widened in excitement the way it always did when Zoro crowded him like this. Sanji’s chin lowered, bringing them closer to eye level, and that fiendish smirk returned once again. Zoro calmly returned the gesture, despite the way his heart pounded against his ribcage.
“You know, usually… I’d think you were antagonizing me to fight.” Sanji’s fingertips found their way to Zoro’s hips, the touch feather light as he traced the skin above the waistband of his pants, his abs twitching reactively in their wake. The blonde glanced down as Zoro’s tongue flicked across his bottom lip. “But right now, hell, I guess for a while now, there’s been something... else there.” He stepped closer, and Zoro could feel the other man’s breath dusting over the moist skin. “Am I right, Zoro ?” Their eyes met, something creeping underneath the blonde’s bravado. He paused a moment, his hands and his voice stilling as he whispered “ Tell me you want this...” desire hit Zoro like a ton of bricks.
“I want it, cook. Been thinking about it-“ Zoro didn’t have a chance to finish as Sanji had crashed their mouths together. Their lips moved hastily, sparring for control. Sanji's tongue caressing Zoro's bottom lip in another gentle yet heated question. Zoro welcomed him in, their tongues tangling more and more desperately with each pass, breath growing hot and needy between them. His hand came to the back of Sanji’s head, fingers tangling in those long, silky strands. He couldn’t believe how soft Sanji was, his lips, his hair, his hands…
He felt his breath stutter as fingertips dug into his lower back, and his hips rolled instinctively, his mound pressing into the cooks. They panted as they parted only briefly, diving back into each other as if the need to breathe was a mere inconvenience.
Sanji stepped backwards and Zoro chased the friction thoughtlessly, the other man giggling meanly through their passionate kiss.
“So needy, Marimo…” he purred as he broke their kiss, sitting down heavily onto the bench as he splayed his long legs, putting his bulge on display. The man was clearly and cruelly aware that Zoro was having a really fucking hard time deciding where to look.
The man was breathtaking. His chest and the top of his abs peeked through the neatly pressed fabric of his shirt, muscles rippling under pale skin as he breathed. Zoro's eyes lingered on his strong, beautiful legs hidden under dress pants...
Yeah... We’re gonna have to fix that.
He crouched in front of the blonde, gaze locked onto Sanji’s skilled hands as he flicked open the last couple of buttons on his shirt, exposing the rest of that magnificent torso and the neat patch of dark hair that dipped below his belt Interesting. Zoro’s fingers met cool metal as he undid the cook's belt, the symphony of leather sliding through clasps and his own heavy breath dizzying. Sanji lifted his hips, and Zoro pulled his trousers and briefs down in one motion, freeing his fully erect cock. The man hissed when the cool air met his flushed skin, and Zoro smirked up at him, unsurprised that the love cook was, of course, very sensitive.
“That excited, just for me ero-cook?” The swordsman teased, his large, calloused hand massaging its way up Sanji’s muscular legs with as much restraint as he could manage at a time like this. His other hand wrapped around Sanji’s shaft, his palm kneading into the supple flesh hanging below. Sanji groaned, his fingers lacing through green hair to pull Zoro closer, closer…
“Let’s see how my sword looks between your lips, Marimo” Sanji teased, though his slackened jaw and twitching lips gave away how delicate his composure had become. Zoro lapped at the bead of precum gathering at Sanji’s slit, both of their eyes rolling back as the salty tang spread over Zoro’s tongue. His mouth encased the head, cheeks hollowing as he sucked him in deeper, his tongue working over the length coating him in a sheen of spit.
Sanji pulled at the mossy strands as his hips rolled forward, feeding himself down further into Zoro’s throat. A moan crawled from his core when the swordsman swallowed around him, his throat eager to pull him in deeper and keep him there, disregarding the tears he felt forming in the corners of his eyes.
“Fuck, mosshead... ‘s like your mouth was made for me aah-" Sanji’s hips twitched, the words dying on his tongue when Zoro’s hand began to move, matching the languid tempo he’d set with his mouth.
His scalp burned as Sanji pried him off, and Zoro snarled in annoyance that he’d been interrupted. He was really enjoying making the cook fall apart, hearing him groan and curse through his teeth was only working him up further and he palmed himself through his sweats. He raised an eye, his stomach flipping as he took in the beauty of Sanji’s blissed out gaze, that lone blue pupil swallowed almost entirely by his blown iris.
They stared at each other a moment, both of them panting, connected by a thread of saliva trailing from Zoro’s swollen, blushed lips to Sanji’s twitching cock. Zoro’s wicked grin set something off in the cook, and in the next moment he found himself pinned to the ground, his back landing on the cool wooden surface with a thud .
The man was all over him, kissing and sucking and biting at every inch of skin he could get to which was, since Zoro had been shirtless when he arrived, everywhere . He trailed from his lips down his neck, biting the ridges of his collarbones and sucking red welts into his supple chest. The bastard got distracted there, moaning around his nipples as his hands groped and caressed his plump muscles. Zoro’s back arched into the cook’s mouth and he bit back the sounds of pleasure before they could betray how fucking turned on he was just by the cook playing with his tits. Fuck.
Zoro might not have noticed the blood, if not for its distinct scent, and then it was his turn to roughly pull Sanji back by the hair. The red trickle from his nose had been smeared with spit, streaking crimson across his cheek and down his chin. It was endearing, really, and incredibly fucking hot. Zoro tried to contain the urge to taste it, but when Sanji’s wild blue eyes, both of them, thanks to the way Zoro had clutched his fringe , met his, all composure was lost. He yanked the blonde back to his open mouth, the kiss messy, needy, and fantastically feral. The familiar iron tang filled his senses, and he felt himself growing wilder, more impatient. Sanji must have felt his need through their shared breath and his thumbs hooked down into Zoro’s waistband, pulling downward as the swordsman lifted his hips.
And then, he was bare, pressed against the cook’s body, a moan escaping before he had a chance to force it back. The cook ground his hips down, slick spreading between their bodies as their most sensitive areas pressed into each other.
“You gonna take me or what, cook?” Zoro heard himself say, his brain already foggy with pleasure. Sanji straightened, his hands on either side of Zoro’s head, and that wicked, enticing smile split his face, making Zoro’s heart race impossibly faster.
Almost instantly, Sanji had hooked a leg under Zoro’s and pulled , twisting him so quickly he was suddenly on his stomach, so sudden he had to plant a hand down to avoid his face coming into contact with the hard floor.
“Oi, cook what the f- ahh” Zoro’s complaint was cut off when he felt the cook’s long, stiff cock slide between his cheeks and teeth clamp down around his trapezius. His skin stung when the cook released him, the sensation mixing deliciously with all the others.
“Why don’t you let someone else take charge for a little bit, yeah mossy?” Sanji cooed in his ear, a hand sliding around his thick neck, fingers putting just enough pressure on his mandible to make his brain short circut.
Had his damn mind not been half-lost at this point, maybe he could have spit some remark back, formulated a response or tried to put the ero-cook in his place. But when Sanji's fingers slid past his teeth, Zoro instinctively closed his mouth around them, moaning as his tongue circled around his digits.
“That’s it, mossy. Fuck, so good with your mouth…” Sanji's voice was strained, as if he really was just getting off from Zoro drooling all over his prized hands.
Well, if that’s the case…
Zoro sucked the cook’s fingers down his throat, using his tongue to draw them even further back. Then, without warning, he closed his teeth around the knuckles of Sanji's index and middle fingers. He felt the man behind him shudder, heard him whine before his fingers were pulled from Zoro’s mouth, the cook’s hand instead squeezing his jaw possessively.
“You fucking- hng…” He didn’t give Sanji a chance to quip something back, instead he rolled his body, his muscular, plump ass grinding on Sanji's aching cock.
The cook didn’t take any of his shit, like usual, playing foolishly right into Zoro's game. His other hand came to Zoro’s upper back, pinning him to the floor, while his slickened fingers dragged through his slit, and Zoro growled into the sensation of the cook’s hands on his most sensitive spot.
“Shit, you sound so fucking pretty making those noises just for me...” the cook drawled, repeating the movement. Zoro’s jaw closed down, teeth grinding in frustration. He needed this man in him NOW. He felt himself gaping around nothing and cut his eyes only to catch a glimpse of the stupid love cook, blood tricking down his chin, staring right back at him.
“Fucking do something... ” Zoro rolled his eyes at the playful yet unholy smile that kept finding its way to Sanji's stupid fucking face.
“Impatient little brat, aren't you?” the bastard teased, sliding his fingers again along Zoro’s perineum. “So wet for me...” And he slid a spit soaked finger in, tentatively dipping into the warm heat of Zoro’s body. He pulsed his finger in and out, and Zoro gulped for air as he felt his insides flutter around the digit, not noticing until now how defined the joints in Sanji's fingers were...
“More-“ Zoro whined as a second finger joined the first, pumping until both were fully engulfed inside him. Sanji curled his fingers and Zoro hissed as he felt his sweet spot caressed, gently and intentionally, like the cook knew exactly where to slide the pads of his fingers. “M-More! Aah-“
Sanji's hand left his upper back, giving Zoro slightly more range of movement, and as he looked over his shoulder he caught a glimpse of blonde hair diving towards his body. Before he could register what was happening, Sanji's mouth was on him, his tongue diving into his body right alongside those masterful fingers. Zoro’s hand reflexively came to his mouth, teeth sinking into his skin for something, anything to ground him while Sanji lapped and sucked and moaned around his throbbing flesh. Heat pooled deep in his stomach and his spine began to vibrate.
Holy FUCK why was the cook so fucking good at this??? And why had it taken so long for him to-
Sanji's other hand had come around to stimulate him from the front and Zoro felt his leg muscles tightening and his mind both intensely focused and somehow far, far away. The cook alternated between long, leisurely laps and messy, slurping motions, both hands and his mouth moving harmoniously in response to the way Zoro's body twitched and shook under his ministrations. He gasped around his own fist, trying to form some semblance of a coherent thought...
The blonde moaned into him, the sound reverberating through each and every atom of his body, snapping the tether holding Zoro together. He came apart, black dotting his vision and a wave of euphoria crashing over his mind. Time swirled around him, slowing and warping and twisting as his body spasmed.
The bastard didn’t stop there, whispering nonsense as he continued to lick and kiss him through his orgasm. Zoro made a mess of the blonde's hand and face, hot tears streaming from his own eyes down onto the floor beneath him while lighting poured through his veins. Only when his breath truly started catching, unable to get a full inhale in due to the idiot cook’s continued efforts to fucking ruin him did the man pull back, grinning and licking his lips like he’d just finished a fine meal.
“God... that was incredible-” The blonde kissed along Zoro's spine, sending shockwaves across his still burning skin. His nose nudged Zoro’s golden earrings and he spoke, voice barely above a whisper. “You want more?”
“I’ll take everything you’ve got, curls,” Zoro huffed out, not willing in the slightest to stop there. He had to know, had to feel him, needed him inside…
“Fuck, moss...” The blonde resumed painting kisses across Zoro’s back, and Zoro heard the obscene sound of him stroking himself, using Zoro’s cum to slicken himself up before lining up at his entrance.
The two of them inhaled in unison, sucking the air from the room as the head of Sanji's cock was swallowed by Zoro’s needy hole. Neither breathed as Sanji rocked his hips tentatively, once, twice... Zoro was the first to exhale, the stretch absolutely delicious as the cook worked himself in, inch by inch. Sanji groaned as he sheathed himself further and further inside the warm velvety heat, his cock twitching with every movement and Zoro’s body responding by convulsing around him. He groaned as Sanji pressed all the way in, his ass pressing against the man's hips. Sanji gently stretched him around his thick cock, Zoro's inner walls fluttering at the sensation.
Fuck was he really that big?
“Feel good, mossy?” Sanji asked, his voice teetering on the edge of something Zoro couldn't name in his current mindset. The bastard rolled his hips, pressing impossibly further into him and a whine clawed its way from Zoro's core. “You take it so well, Zoro. Fuck…”
There was something in the way his name sounded on the cook's lips, something that snapped inside of him and made him feel exposed and vulnerable and so, so full. But he was a pirate, and he was greedy. He needed more, needed to taste the other man's name on his own tongue...
“Fuck me, Sanji, please...” Zoro gasped, rolling his own hips back to match the bastard cooks pressure.
“Shit... alright, you asked for it...” He could hear that shit eating grin on the cook’s face, and then, Sanji let go.
His motions were fluid, supported, his insanely strong legs and the flexibility Zoro was secretly envious of a lethal combination indeed. His fingers dug into Zoro’s hips, pressing bruises into his skin as he rocked forward and pulled back over and over again, each stroke grazing that maddening spot deep in his core. Zoro’s strong back flexed in time with Sanji's thrusts, his body swallowing his impressive length repeatedly. Sanji fucked him without restraint, his solid body moving gracefully and Zoro took every inch, every thrust. The melodic sound of skin slapping against skin filled the crow's nest, their breaths and grunts joining in the obscene song as the pace quickened.
Zoro felt himself nearing the edge again, the brutal tempo growing ever more desperate as Sanji fucked him harder, faster, deeper. He couldn’t hear the nonsense the cook was spouting, but he knew the man had to be getting close; to coming or passing out from blood loss, it was honestly a toss-up for which happened first. Zoro saw the steady stream of blood now trailing down his chiseled chest and abs, and once again, Sanji grinned when he caught him fucking staring.
The pace and position felt incredible, but Zoro desperately wanted to watch this man come undone, wanted to see how far past composed he could be pushed. As if he could read Zoro’s thoughts through their profane connection, the cook effortlessly lifted Zoro’s leg, rolling him to the side without missing a beat. Zoro balanced on his flank, his thick leg now draped over Sanji's shoulder, held firm by the cook’s lean, muscular arms. This new angle intensified everything , Sanji muttering something about his perfect fucking body and Zoro was only able to drool and nod in response.
The pace grew frantic, both men reduced to breathless grunts and pants as they neared their climax. Sanji's other hand once again found Zoro’s swollen member, and he needed only to stimulate him for a few seconds before he dove over the edge. Crashing through his body like the waves against the hull of their ship, his orgasm sent his consciousness adrift. Sanji kissed his knee, biting crescents into the taut flesh housing his quad as he came with a quiet moan, hot ropes painting Zoro’s insides as he pulsed through his release. Zoro heard his own incoherent voice from somewhere far away, vowels forming through breaths as his inner walls convulsed, pulling every drop from Sanji's twitching cock.
Zoro sagged, boneless on the floor, as Sanji slowly lowered his leg. The blonde fell to his hands on either side of Zoro’s body, breath catching with each inhale. He slowly pulled out, and Zoro gasped at the feeling of Sanji's release leaking from him. The emptiness ached in him, but… that was… that felt incredible. Shit...
Sanji finally managed to sit back on his heels, his muscles gleaming with sweat. His hair, hair tangled and damp, stuck to his forehead, exposing both of his eyes once again. Zoro groaned, diverting his attention from the angelic looking devil before him. He tried to sit up, reach for anything, a towel, water... but his body was uncooperative, the fire still working its way out of his system. He collapsed back onto his elbows, chest heaving and head thrown back as eyes fixed on the ceiling, internally willing his wits to return to him.
“You know, you’re kind of fucking gorgeous like this, mossy.” Sanji's voice was gaining strength, but still raw and deep, and Zoro’s head whipped forward just as the cook lifted onto those deadly legs, crossing the space to where the towels were folded and stacked in the corner. He grabbed two, tossing one to Zoro and using the other to pat his own body down.
“Yeah, well…” Zoro managed to clean himself up a bit, and as he sat up he noticed Sanji's trousers near him on the floor. He rifled through the pocket, retrieving the pack of smokes and lighter. Sanji sat on the bench in front of him, pouring a shot of sake into one of the glasses. He raised the glass, and Zoro took it while holding out the open pack in his other hand. The blonde smirked, sliding a smoke from its slot as he locked eyes with Zoro, something like fondness and satisfaction gleaming in those blue eyes. He placed the cigarette between his lips, and Zoro held his gaze as he raised the lighter to the end. It flickered to life and that warm, orange glow illuminated the blonde's features once again. “You are too, curls.” He said, not breaking eye contact until he shot back his liquor.
Sanji took a heavy drag, leaning back against the solid wooden wall, letting the smoke swim in his lungs. By the time he exhaled, Zoro had laid back onto the floor, his eyes growing heavier as his heart rate finally started to even out.
Damnit… he thought, I don’t think I'm gonna be any less distracted by the damn cook.