Author's note: I'm sorry that this isn't very good. Lately ((alright, for a couple years)) I've had problems even coming up with a decent idea that I can write. So, when this idea popped into my head I wrote what came to mind. It had not been edited in any way, so there will probably be some mistakes. And for that I am sorry, I hope you enjoy an idea that is over used by many yaoi writers.
Story start:
Sanji watched as Zoro trained with sweat dripping down his body. It was only the two of them on the ship; the others had left to get supplies.
When Sanji had saw that his green haired crew mate had decided to start training he blushed and hid behind the wall to the kitchen so that he could watch the other. He quickly gave in to the desire, and slid his right hand into his black silk pants. Soon he had to bring his left hand up to his mouth to block the sounds that he was making.
The feeling of the silk boxers on his hot flesh wasn't enough; he needed more. The blonde cook let his pants and boxers fall to the floor of the deck. He closed his eyes as his hand stroked slowly but roughly. The blonde slid three of his fingers into his mouth as his legs fell from under him, making it so that he had to sit on the floor.
After a minute he brought his, now saliva coated, fingers down to his entrance. He opened his legs so that he could have easy access.
At one time he thrusted in all three fingers, knowing exactly where his weak spot was at. The cook let out a loud cry of Zoro's name as he slammed his fingers in and out of his body.
"Perverted cook" Sanji heard the voice of Zoro.
His eyes instantly snapped open to see the moss-head smirking down at him. The green-haired boy still had a light covering of sweat on his body. There was a look of lust in his eyes.
Before the red-faced Sanji could speak, Zoro smashed his lips onto his. He let out a moan allowing Zoro access to his mouth. He ignored the need for touch and brought his arms up to wrap around his partner's neck.
The swordsman flipped them so that Sanji was sitting on his lap. He broke the kiss, leaving a thin line of saliva connecting the two.
"Sanji," Zoro moaned softly grinding up against his lap.
Sanji let out a loud moan as he rested his head on Zoro's shoulders. Under him he felt his companion shift his pants to that he could pull himself free of the confines known as pants.
The blonde moaned lifting his hips. Zoro smirked as he shifted Sanji's hips enough so that the tip entered the stretched opening. Both of the men moaned as Sanji thrusted his hips down; taking in the entirety of Zoro's length.
As Sanji rode his partner the two of them let out moans of pleasure. After ten minutes Zooro growled, much like a cat, as he grabbed the cook's hips, making him slam down harder. With one final thrust the two came, with Sanji coating both and their chests with a thick coat of his seed.