A/NThis is just a little something i cooked up. I have other stuff i should be working on, and hopefully this will help with my eternal writers block. so, every now and then with hopes of getting back in the swing of writing things.
But, since i have no imagination, I'll be happy to take requests in reviews! (though, fair warning, things may end up a little different than what you requested. Yay, embellishments!)

I will do my best to fulfill any requests i get.

Either way, i hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: i dont own One Piece or its characters

The lamp shattered, another unnoticed casualty as Zoro and Sanji fumbled towards the bed. The door banged loudly behind them. Sanji groaned when Zoro did that one thing with his tongue, that little flick and slide that never failed to make the cooks groin tighten. Zoro chuckled, scraping his teeth against the cooks bottom lip. The swordsman shuffled them in the direction of the bed. The hotel room they'd booked for the night for this very purpose wasn't exactly classy- if the stains lingering on the carpet were anything to go by- but the bed looked clean, so it would do.

They pulled apart for breath. Sanji immediately began pulling at his belt, pushing his pants down as soon as it was open. Still clad in his boxers and shirt, the cook looked up just in time to see Zoro push him down on the bed, shirt off and pinning him down with his body.

The swordsman grinned and ran his hands up Sanji's sides underneath his shirt. "Remember what I said the other day, Cook? When I caught you stretching in the kitchen?"

Oh god, he remembered. The bastard had pushed him up against the fridge and growled ludicrous suggestions into his blushing ear. Hinting more than a little bit about using Sanji's flexibility against him, fucking him to the brink of orgasm then pushing his knees up so high that when he came, it'd splash all over his own face and neck.

And the Marimo called him a pervert.

He groaned, pushing his hips up against Zoro's own, feeling an answering hardness in the Marimo's pants. Trembling with anticipation, he licked his lips, leaning up to suck the man's earlobe into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the swordsman's earrings, tugging them lightly and enjoying the way Zoro ground his erection into his as result. The cook pulled away, panting and moaning softly into the green haired man's ear. When he spoke, it was as a whisper.

"No homo..."

A/N. Yeah, i did.
I am shamed.
please review if you can!