Shit, not again.
The swordsman groaned as the kitchen filled with the burning smell of chocolates.
Although the cook had always nagged at him about wasting food, about using every other resources to create something, whatever Zoro made appeared to be balls of coals, tasted like them too, and it was the furthest things from sweet, edible chocolates that he was supposed to be making, so he dumped another batch into the trashcan, scratched his head in frustration.
The two girls suggested this, advised him what to do, about doing something with his hands instead of buying something (since he did not have any money, thanks to that wicked witch with bright orange hair, anyways). It seemed to be a brilliant plan, with Robin writing out the recipes and buying him the required ingredients, Nami taking the annoying cook out for shopping, but it was only until he put that plan into action, now it appeared to be a disastrous plan he should have never undertaken.
It had been so simple inside his head so he wondered how it led to such disasters, with the whole kitchen filled with ashes, smelling of burnt chocolates; smeared brown on the cabinets and tables, even the refrigerator; dishes piled up in the sink, some cracked, some burnt, some stained.
It was like a bomb made of chocolates had exploded in the kitchen, and he was sure that the cook would freak and swing his legs directly towards the swordsman's head rather than hug him or something.
Another try, Zoro thought, determined for perfection.
He gently poured the milk into the pot, estimated the amount since he did not know where to find the measuring cups, and dipped a whole bar of chocolate inside. The process required a lot of patience and acute skill, but he could understand why Sanji liked it so much, it was pretty challenging and probably fun after getting the hang of it.
As much as he wanted to lift some weights and take a nap, he was set on seeing the blond's face after taking a bite of something he, Roronoa Zoro, had made for once.
The gentle shock, the tender and affectionate smile, which was certainly a rarity on Sanji, the swordsman was determined to see it.
On the Thousand Sunny, he was currently the only one on the ship since everybody was set on exploring the new island they just landed on, a typical town with some lame hills, he wasn't particularly intrigued as the captain of their ship was, which gave him an excuse to voluntarily stay behind.
Although the cook initially attempted to stay behind, since today was valentine's day after all, the two girls coquettishly convinced him to go shopping with them, and it really didn't take that long for him to change his mind since any wishes of ladies were his command.
Annoying but accepted.
It had been awhile since the blond told them that they were in a "relationship," quotation marks around the word since it wasn't mentioned often, or feel like anything had changed between the two of them. They had some sex, only because the blond's hormones were oftentimes high, but they rarely shared a measly kiss, or expressed their thoughts, something intimate, it was still mostly banters in its purest form, which was physical. It still seemed to the swordsman that the cook was more attracted towards the girls, whom he acted like a complete doofus with, opposite of how he interacted with the swordsman.
Zoro realized as he continued to stir that the liquid was at its perfect state, in a better quality than his last batches of chocolates.
He poured them into a heart shaped tray, dipped balls of cookie dough into its creamy content, and placed the batch into the freezer. He had not a single idea how this would turn out, but according to Robin's instructions he was performing accurately.
The swordsman crashed into a nearby chair as he waited for those chocolates to freeze. Not until now did he understand how exhausting it was to cook, or bake.
The blond occupied the ladies, carried their bags, which he didn't mind, but he was feeling a bit down because today was Valentine's Day yet he wasn't with that grumpy old moss.
He sighed, I'm so weak against ladies.
"Sanji, are you alright?" the orange haired woman asked him, benevolently, appearing in his field of vision like an angel.
"Oh, my beautiful Nami-san, everything is fine." It was so rude of him to blank out like that. "Would you two like some chocolates?"
The pair of ladies contemplatively glanced at one another before breaking into soft giggles.
"We're fine, Sanji-kun, that won't be necessary," Robin responded, her eyes crinkled in soft amusement.
Although it appeared that the cook was left out of something, he didn't pry, he understood from at a very early age that women were complex beings and it took time and effort to unravel their intricate layers, and he just didn't have any energy at the moment. "I guess I'll just make some chocolate desserts tonight then."
"Are you going to give Zoro anything?" Nami asked. "You know, besides the chocolate dessert, something just for him?"
The cook frowned. He hardly believed the swordsman had any interest in sweet things, or gifts in general. Sanji believed that it was unnecessary to go out of the ordinary to give something to someone who probably didn't give ten shits about holidays.
"The marimo doesn't like sweets, I believe," he told her. Then an abrupt blush painted on his cheeks for accidentally admitting that he had thought of giving Zoro a gift for Valentine's Day.
The archaeologist chuckled, a refined sound he loved hearing, "Cook-san, feelings are what counts at the end, is it not?"
Sanji glanced to the side, "Maybe I should pick out something he might like."
The navigator, with her head and smile lopsided, asked him, "What are you getting him?" She was awfully enthusiastic, he thought, like she knew something he didn't.
I'm so weak against women, he thought again with a groan.
"We should walk around and see," Sanji replied, halfheartedly, as he doubted that the swordsman had any gifts in return.
When Zoro checked on them after a few hours, he realized that the chocolates were frozen but weren't hard enough, but he knew that since his crew mates would be back soon he took them out and wrote your marimo on top of it with white icing, a ready-made gift from the two women. It was messy but it was satisfactory. He placed the small truffles as garnish inside the small box and wrapped it up with gift paper.
"Oi, Sanji bro, why does the whole ship smell like burnt chocolate?" A voice called from outside.
The swordsman realized that Franky had stepped aboard, which meant that the sun had already set, which also meant that the other crew members would be arriving soon.
Just in time, he thought.
Zoro hid the box in his haramaki and strolled outside the kitchen, to see the blue haired robot gape in shock, "Zoro?" The man raised his shades with his meaty thumb, "I thought you were cook-bro because..."
"Don't tell anyone," the swordsman warned him before walking away to the aquarium room.
The plan was for the two women to lead the cook into the aquarium where Zoro would be awaiting with the gift in his hand, and perhaps Sanji would smile, give him a hug, typical romantic stuff like that, because after all the swordsman did something out of the ordinary.
Franky frowned with a shake of his head.
At the end of the day, Sanji picked out a white and red collared shirt for the swordsman; but on top of that, which was beyond strange, the orange haired woman insisted that he buy a single rose, as well.
They were the last ones to be back, everyone else had already arrived.
"Sanji's back, food!" their captain jumped around like a wild monkey.
As soon as his foot hit the deck, he smelled it, the awful smoke perfuming the air, and he grunted, "What the hell is this burning smell?" Usually no one else used the kitchen other than himself, he believed that no one even knew anything about cooking utensils or food except perhaps the long nosed man.
"Who the hell was cooking?" he asked, grouchy because he would have to clean up a mess tonight.
The rubber man ran towards them, "Sanji, do you have meat? I'm really hoping for some meat tonight. Meat sounds really good, I like any types of meat," he rambled with excitement written all over his face, some drool leaking from the corners of his lips. "Thinking about Sanji's food already makes me hungry."
Since the captain wasn't much of a help, the cook glanced towards the other members and questioned silently. They all shook their heads and Franky seemed tight-lipped about something.
"Dammit, where's that marimo," Sanji growled, the plastic bag of Zoro's gifts still in his hand. "Where is he?"
"He's in the aquarium, cook-san," the archaeologist told him.
Nami alertly turned towards her and hissed, "Robin!"
But the raven haired woman continued, cool and collected, advising, "You should meet him there with the gifts." Sanji raised a brow in response, frowned but nodded, left for the aquarium without an argument because listening to Robin never left him in harm.
Zoro straightened up when he heard the soft taps of someone's footsteps, and when the door swung open, he hid the box behind him and greeted, "Yo."
What he wasn't expecting was the cook's irritated face, who growled, "Don't 'yo' me, did you leave that foul stench up on the upper deck?" He was menacing as he stepped closer.
"Yeah, but I have a good rea-" he began.
"Save it marimo, it's alright, I forgive you. And I got you something, since it's… you know… " The blonde started to scratch his head as he pushed the plastic bag forward for Zoro to take. "It wasn't my idea, the ladies convinced me to buy you something nice, something you need, so you don't have to feel guilty that you don't have anything in return, alright?" The cook rambled on, grinding his teeth.
Why can't I be more romantic, say 'I love you' and move on? God dammit.
The swordsman unwrapped the box and he pulled out a clean shirt and a red rose. He loved them. Shit, they were so nice.
"Thanks," Zoro mumbled under his breath. His box of chocolates that were tucked inside the back of his haramaki pressed against his spine, it was uncomfortable.
"So, yeah..." Sanji ended, awkwardly, as he was a bit taken back by the weird look the swordsman was giving him, with slit eyes and tightly pulled back lips, it left the cook's mind vacant and his mouth dry.
A loud booming voice erupted from the upper deck, "SANJI, FOOD!" Their captain made both of them jump out of their skin and snap out of their own thoughts.
"I'll go make dinner now," the cook told the swordsman.
There was a moment of hesitation as Sanji walked towards the door, touched the handle with his lean fingers, before Zoro shouted, "Wait, Sanji!" in a desperate tone of voice. Then, with a jerk of his movements, the box slipped out of his haramaki and landed on the floor with a loud, echoing thud. A heart shaped box that was clearly a gift for Valentine's Day.
"Is that mine?" Sanji asked in surprise.
Since he hadn't been expecting anything from the indifferent man, he was a little shocked, but what was more shocking was the blush on Zoro's face as he picked up the box from the floor and held it out in front of him.
"Yeah," he mumbled.
The cook's eyes widened, a warmth expanded across his chest. This was... unexpected, but indefinitely sweet.
Shit, what is this, he thought as his eyes threatened to burst or something.
He unwrapped the box, and it revealed a chocolate with icing on top, smeared, definitely done by an amateur, but still endearing of Zoro, who probably never cooked or baked in his entire life. This explained the burnt smell on the ship, the ladies' strange behaviors, and Franky's tight lips, it was so this swordsman could surprise him, to bring a nice, soft surprise to his day.
"What does this say?" he asked, curious, because the letters were smeared, possibly from the drop from earlier.
Zoro's face reddened even more, "It says 'your marimo' on it, shit cook."
There was a beat of silence before Sanji cracked with soft laughter, "You finally admit that you're a marimo!" He held his stomach as he mirthfully bubbled with happiness. "Let's try this baby," he said in the midst of his jubilance.
What if I food poison him? Zoro thought. Actually, maybe that wouldn't be so bad.
The blond bit into it, and as Zoro thought the chocolate wasn't as hard as it was supposed to be, it melted on the cook's hands and the liquid from the core dribbled down Sanji's slender fingers. It probably wasn't meant to be seductive but the swordsman gulped when Sanji's red tongue darted out to trail his hands and suck on his fingers.
"How is it?" Zoro asked.
Sanji licked his lips, savored the taste, before he answered, "Damn good for your first try, marimo."
My third time, the swordsman corrected inside his head.
"Really?"
The cook nodded, "Yeah." He came over to where Zoro sat, closed the distance between them as he set the chocolate aside.
"Happy Valentine's Day, curly cue," Zoro breathed out as the blond's chocolate breath teased his lips, his blue eyes meeting his own, setting a fire in Zoro's abdomen.
The blond grinned before he leaned in for a soft, innocent kiss, one that allowed the taste of chocolate to be shared between the two of them. It was sweet, scrumptious, and satisfactory, it tasted like a dessert, better than a dessert, as their gentle movements set a slow rhythm to start. Sanji opened his mouth a bit more to explore Zoro's mouth, but the swordsman was trying to impatiently shove his tongue down the blond's throat, and in aggravation the cook shoved back, and a quickened pace of a battle raged, except this was one between tongues.
"Hah," the cook panted. "Hah."
I can't breathe. Shit, I want more.
"SANJI!" a voice of their captain boomed from the upper deck, disrupting their flow again, causing them to jerk away from one another.
But still, both in a trance-like state, in a haze of euphoria, they stared at each other, lust still evident in both pairs of eyes. "I'll go now," the blond told the swordsman, but without any movement. "I'll-" he began again, mindlessly.
The swordsman, without a warning, pressed the blond's body against the blue glass of the aquarium, blue because of the water, held his wrists firm with one hand as he dragged the other down on Sanji's porcelain skin, and Sanji groaned, into Zoro's mouth, as the motion of their lips played again, harmony of tongues dancing and mixing saliva as their breaths hitched, before claiming each other once more in more vigor and ferocity. "Not... yet..." Zoro panted, releasing his grip on the wrists as both his hands worked on the buds of the blond's chest.
Sanji hissed, fuck I'm so sensitive there.
The swordsman straddled him, his hard-on directly kissing Sanji's, and the blond cried out at the contact, breaking the kiss for the moment as Zoro moved his hips to create friction, rocking their bodies against one another.
"S-shit! Ah, fuck yeah," Sanji cursed as he ground his own hips with the rhythm. "Marimo."
Zoro's voice, rough around the edges, panted into the cook's ears, "You want me to blow you, dartbrows?""
"Yeah," the cook groaned with a few more desperate motions of his hips. "Hurry up."
The swordsman smirked at the sight of the needy cook, who continued to thrust the empty air, the bulge in his tight pants growing larger. As Zoro got on his knees in between the blond's legs he fumbled with the belt as Sanji grabbed a handful of his green head, mercilessly pulling on it as a demand of telling him to speed up the process.
This wouldn't be so damn difficult if curly-brows didn't wear a belt, goddammit.
As he unbuckled the belt, he was able to see the tip of Sanji's penis poking out, a blush of pink dribbling with pre-cum, staining the black underwear beneath the tight pants.
Sanji looked at him expectantly, bit his lips, "Don't just gawp at it like a fish, idiot, do something!"
"Prissy blond cook, when you ask for favors you say 'please' at the end of it," the swordsman told him, in an all-knowing tone of voice.
There was a low growl in the back of Sanji's throat before he barked, "Moss-fucking-brain, you better fucking suck my dick or I'm going to feed you the next unfortunate marine who comes across our ship."
"Close enough," Zoro chuckled as he leaned forward to kiss the tip of the pink, and the blond moaned, a low, guttural sound that was strangely arousing to hear in the swordsman's ears.
"Faster Zoro, I need to— ah," Sanji was interrupted by the abrupt pleasure jolting up his spinal cord with Zoro's tongue running up and down on the side of his erect member. "Fuck," he cursed, as he always did during copulation with the swordsman, as he was free to vocalize his profanities around men and not with women.
"Need what, curly?" the green haired man asked, fucking smirked, with Sanji's dick in his mouth, in a completely comprehensive articulated form of words, which always managed to blow the blond's brain if not the orgasm itself.
Shitty swordsman, Sanji thought with a grin at the sight of the swordsman at his mercy yet still arrogant with that jesting expression on his face.
"Need more tongue, marimo," he demanded with a handful grab of his green locks, provoking a soft growl of a beast from the swordsman's throat, a vibration that was a nice touch to the fellatio.
The swordsman traced his tongue to lap at any pre-cum with the use of both of his hands pulling at the base of the blond's length and massaging one of his balls; he tasted the salty flavor covered with that tobacco musk from the cook, and he swallowed, which caused Sanji to jolt in pleasure.
"You're killing me, marimo," Sanji gasped out.
His voice, Zoro thought, it was a fucking turn on, more or less arousing as the sight of him moving his hips with a bite of his lips.
With the whole crew in deck, though that wasn't really his priority, he took the blond's length all the way with his mouth to deep throat him, the tip hitting the back of his open throat, causing the cook to hiss and groan simultaneous, curse as well. "S-Shit," he gasped. Sanji felt it, the soft vibrations rumbling, except this time it wasn't from a growl but a chuckle, which sent delicious shivers up his spine once more, making his legs weak and head blank out. "Don't move," he warned.
But of course the bastard did it anyways, pulled his head all the way back and took the length all the way at once, his hands working at the base, sucking rapidly while using his tongue.
Damn, when did he learn how to do that?
He repeated the process, looked up at the cook almost tauntingly, as he continued to blow Sanji's brain out, until the cook blanked out and his thoughts faded away, ultimately reached the climax with an abrupt shudder, coming inside Zoro's mouth with closed eyes and an open mouth. The swordsman made sure to swallow every last bit of his cum, because for him, this was not a price but a reward. He licked his fingers.
As Sanji's length grew limp again, he took time to catch his breath, still in a haze of the afterglow.
Zoro got better, he thought.
The swordsman stood up in front of him, and the blond saw the large tent inside his pants, a hard member pointing proudly towards Sanji, and in all fairness the cook said, "My turn."
However, from the upper deck, their captain's voice rang like the golden bell from Skypiea throughout the whole ship, "SANJI, WHERE ARE YOU? IT'S DINNER TIME, DINNER TIME!"
Zoro sighed, "Go do your duty as the cook, I'll be there in a few minutes."
"I'll make it up to you tonight," Sanji promised. He felt guilty as hell but Zoro was right, he had to do his duty as the ship's cook.
And as much as the swordsman wanted to spend time with his cook, he was left alone to finish the job of his own sexual frustration, which only the cook was able to pull out of him.
After a few minutes, when he decided to head upstairs, he picked up the shirt and flower the cook had given him, looked at it in a sort of affection, grinned at the thought that the blond had actually bought this for him.
I'll wear it for Sabaody.
He heard a loud screech, an infuriated sound of an octave raised scream from the upper deck, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY KITCHEN, YOU SHITTY MARIMO?"
"Ah, shit," Zoro mumbled, he had completely forgotten the mess left behind.
He smirked.
The Valentine's Day was a success, after all.