Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece. I'm also too lazy to put this in every chapter so it applies to all of them.
Rating: PG-13
Ten fingers outstretched and Zoro was beginning to wonder if there were enough of them to count his questions. It was definitely Luffy's fault. It was him who had pressed Zoro up against that wall and shared sweat and saliva with only the sounds of heavy snores in the background. Why hadn't he thought to do this when the men's quarters were a little less fucking crowded? Maybe he'd had a little too much to drink, but he found himself returning the kiss with almost the same enthusiasm in which it was given.
Strike one.
Then there was the second time that was still very much Luffy's fault. And this time involved a little more kisses and a lot less clothing and took place entirely in the crow's nest which was sometimes the only place to get any damn privacy on that ship. It was very late at night and for some reason Usopp had appeared on deck. He had grinned at Zoro when he saw Luffy climbing down and Zoro hoped that he could count on Usopp to lie about this because, sure, he liked to be flashy and bigger than life in the heat of battle, but this... this was different.
Somewhere around the sixth or seventh finger the encounters were seeming more mutual until he got up to number nine. He didn't much want to think about that one. It was a particularly good blowjob spoiled only by two prying eyes that were just innocently passing by, but should really not have been there. Zoro had trouble looking at Nami the same after that.
He considered slipping out of his shoe so he'd have some toes to account for the lack of fingers when he realized that the last one was number twelve. That meant that tonight would be thirteen.
That unlucky number.
Not that Zoro cared about those kinds of things.