The day passed quickly, and the sun was just setting when Sanji finished his work and stepped out to enjoy a smoke and the sunset. His gaze was torn from the dazzling display of golds, reds, and purples, when Luffy bounded onto the deck, a grouchy looking swordsman in tow. This was not an unusual sight, and Sanji was not surprised by it or his captain's announcement.
"Everyone! We're going to party at that pub again! Let's go! Let's go!" The rubber man crowed, prompting the other Straw Hats to appear.
Sanji took another drag of his smoke, slowly descending the stairs so that he was standing on the grassy deck. He raised a leg to block Luffy from tackling him in his excitement, the Marimo still suffocating under one rubbery arm. "Are you sure they're gonna let us back in? Didn't you break a table with a table or something?"
"It's fine, it's fine! Nami paid for it so they forgave me!"
The sound of Luffy being smacked into the floor by Nami went ignored by Sanji and Zoro, the swordsman using the opportunity to free himself and stand up. The red-head lowered her fist, her deadpan expression threatening to form storm clouds. "Yes, I paid for it. And I won't be paying for the next one. You already can't afford the interest for the last table, Luffy."
"Sorryyyy," The younger man whined, but his apology went unacknowledged.
"Well, Franky is on watch so I guess-" Nami began but was interrupted by Robin, who appeared with Chopper at her side.
"I don't mind taking his shift," The archeologist stated with a soft smile.
Chopper looked up at her from under the brim of his hat, "I can stay with you, Robin. I need to finish my research!"
Sanji blew out a stream of smoke, watching the interaction and ignoring the cyborg who dropped down from the crow's nest to stand near him. He glanced over at Zoro and saw the green-haired man had moved to sit against the mast, eye shut and arms crossed over his chest. Rolling his eyes, Sanji looked back at the rest of the crew. Apparently, Robin had offered to finish the research and was encouraging Chopper to go and enjoy himself. The only reason the little doctor ended up agreeing was because Luffy poked at his furry cheeks, making him giggle, and tempted him with plans of singing and dancing.
So, in the end, they all agreed to go. Usopp and Brook were already at the bar, so the Straw Hats, minus their archeologist, set off on the forest path. It was getting dark, but none of them were concerned as they walked through the looming trees. Sanji let himself walk slowly so that Nami and the others passed him and he ended up next to Zoro, who glared at him suspiciously. He still looked half-asleep, but that was fairly normal.
"I've been thinking," Sanji began, earning a raised brow from his new walking companion, "and I think we need a codeword, or a sign."
There was a long pause.
"...For what?"
The blond nearly facepalmed. Why am I attracted to this moron again? "Are you stupid?" Sanji hissed, "For when we wanna fuck! What else would I be talking about? You really are the dumbest thing on the seas."
Zoro still did not seem to be following and his next question confirmed the blond's suspicions.
"...Why?"
One curly brow bounced with growing annoyance, those blue eyes glaring at him with stressed patience. The cook a deep breath, closing his eyes and focusing on not strangling the other man. Eventually, he felt calm enough to educate his companion. "Do you want the whole crew finding out?" Sanji asked, his voice quiet so that said crew would not hear, but also irritated enough that it would inform Zoro of his stupidity.
As Sanji tried to hold his temper, Zoro was assessing if he should tell the cook that two of their crewmembers had already guessed at their new relationship. He decided that it would do no good to mention it now, not when they had not firmly established their situation. He really did not want to risk death this early in the night. So, he moved on. "What codeword did you have in mind?" While he thought the idea was silly, he decided to humor the other man, something his tone clearly showed. "It better not be something cheesy."
"Tch." Sanji pulled out a cigarette, striking the lighter's flint with unnecessary force, and as he took that first drag, he thought about possible options. "How about 'Can I get a snack?'"
"... What if I actually want a snack?" The swordsman asked, genuinely concerned about the possible confusion. The blond looked really annoyed at this point. Why is that so attractive? "Also, that only works for me. It wouldn't make any sense for you to say that."
This seemed to calm the rising irritation in the cook, who frowned in thought. However, before he could come up with a retort, Luffy appeared out of nowhere. Rubbery arms wrapped around both of their throats as the young pirate yelled about the food he was going to eat. The conversation would have to wait until later.
The pub, which Sanji still had not caught the name of, was packed with a variety of customers, but the loudest were definitely the Straw Hats. Franky and Brook had started up a song that everyone was singing to, but one could still hear Luffy belting out the lyrics above the rest. The drinks were strong, and the food was cheap, and everyone was enjoying themselves and letting loose. Sanji was pretty sure that most of his crew was drunk by now, which meant that they would not overhear what he needed to discuss with a certain Marimo.
He spotted a head of green hair at the bar, and he shoved his way over to the man, taking an empty seat that the other bar goers had been too afraid to fill. Even as he sat, he felt shocked and wary glances aimed at him. Although, once they saw his annoyed scowl, they moved on, clearly intimidated by him in addition to the infamous Pirate Hunter. Said demon glanced at him, an active scowl quickly replacing his relaxed one.
"What if we just wink at each other?" Sanji asked, causing the other man to nearly choke on his drink.
When he stopped coughing up sake, Zoro glared at him with open disgust. "Hell no. That's just weird. And cheesy. I thought I said no cheesy." Sanji sighed in exasperation but Zoro ignored him. "Why can't we just make it obvious when we wanna do it?"
"Fine," Sanji snapped, clearly done with the whole ordeal. "Should've known codewords would be too complicated for a piece of kelp."
"Shut it, baka eyebrows."
"You shut it, baka marimo."
There was a long pause, neither of them looking at each other, both staring straight ahead with annoyed expressions. A noticeable gap was growing between them and the other patrons, their bad moods clearly worsening the intimidation from before.
Not that they cared.
Sanji began to lift his drink to his lips, only pausing to coldly ask, "Tonight?"
Zoro glanced over at him, a flicker of eye movement, then resumed studying the rows of bottles. "Yeah."
"Okay," Sanji replied before gulping down some of the tepid liquor, "Let's meet at the same hotel in half an hour. Don't get lost."
"Tch."
As Sanji stood up to go back to whereever he had been hanging prior, the green-haired man threw out a last comment.
"It's your turn."
"Tch."
While the cook acted annoyed, he was actually excited to bottom. And as he moved through the boisterous crowd, Sanji remembered their first time. His mind raced with memories about how good it had felt, and thoughts on how much better it was probably going to be tonight. A thrum of arousal and anticipation coursed through his body, prompting him to light a cigarette as a distraction. He hated waiting.
Nearly an hour later, Sanji was smoking off of the balcony in the recently purchased hotel room. It was actually the same room from yesterday, it had even been the same hotel manager. Sanji could tell, not because he remembered the guy, but because the small man clearly looked annoyed with the pirate's return.
Really? That mad over one pillow? Give me a break.
However, it being the same guy had at least made his instructions easy. "Remember that scary mossheaded swordsman? Tell him which room number I'm in when he arrives."
Whenever that would be.
He had told the other man to not be late, but Zoro could not help that he was the most directionally challenged person on the planet. It was already twenty minutes past when the swordsman was supposed to arrive, and it could go much longer if the man was exceptionally unlucky. Thankfully, smoking was a great way to pass the time, as well as watching drunk people stumble about below.
However, it seemed that both men had acquired some luck because it was not long before Sanji sensed a strong presence approaching. The cook was halfway across the room when the expected knock banged loudly against the cheap door. The other man sounded annoyed, if the intensity of the knock told him anything.
Sanji plucked his cigarette from his mouth, holding it to the side casually, as he opened the door. "I thought I said 'don't get lost', mossbrain."
"I didn't get lost!" The green-haired man snapped indignantly, shoving his way into the room so that the blond could close the door behind him.
Before the obviously lying man could think up an excuse, Sanji cut in with an uninterested, "Whatever."
Zoro took the chance given to him and dropped the argument. He walked into the room, immediately recognizing it despite the surprising lack of feathers. What a coincidence. The memories from the night before flashed through his head. His ass and dick throbbed in tandem, especially knowing that soon it would be Sanji's ass that would be aching with pleasure.
The swordsman could not wait to get the other man beneath him. Or on him. Or anywhere really. At this point, he did not care what their position was as long as they were fucking.
The first time, Sanji had rode him, and it had been sexy as fuck. But the idea of Sanji on his hands and knees was making blood rush to his cock like there was no tomorrow.
Or Sanji could be on his back, his muscular chest exposed to Zoro's gaze, while his ecstasy filled expression was on display.
His lustful fantasies were interrupted by Sanji brushing past him and taking a seat on the bed, one ankle crossed over his other knee. He was wearing one of his normal suits, the obscured dress shirt a deep blue. Light golden hair hid half of the intense gaze, but it still sent shivers down Zoro's spine.
The look was full of pure sex.
A plume of smoke spiraled into the air, and Sanji leaned back on his hands, practically eye fucking the man before him. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, but neither man felt the need to say anything. They were both content to stoke the fire, the tension growing as they practically ravaged the sight of the other. When Sanji finally did move, it was to crush the cigarette into a nearby ashtray. He smirked at the green-haired man, blowing out the remaining smoke in his lungs, and then began to undo his tie. That steely eye watched him closely, and Sanji felt a shiver go down his spine.
"It's my turn, right?" The blond asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"Yeah," Zoro said, his response more of a growl than an actual word. His hands moved to remove his swords, but he never took his eye off of the other man.
"Mmm," Sanji hummed, fully removing his tie and setting it on the nightstand. His glance flicked up to watch Zoro finally look away so that he could set the swords aside and then untie the red sash around his waist. The blond felt like he could finally take a full breath, not realizing how tense he had been when that intense gaze had been on him. It was thrilling. Zoro felt dangerous, a challenge to treat with caution, and yet, also a fight to lose himself in until nothing was left but an overwhelmed existence of pleasure. Taking a shallow breath, Sanji watched the predator that stalked before him.
Meanwhile, Zoro was assessing the blond hunter on the other side of the room. He could feel dark, blue eyes following each detail of his movements, and the swordsman could not remember the last time he had been looked at like a meal to be devoured, a prey to be hunted. If he had not already been hard, he would have been after feeling that level of desire focused in his direction. When he dropped his green robe, Sanji's visible eye almost appeared ravenous, and the power surge, that that sight caused him to feel, made Zoro smirk wickedly. "Like what you see, cook?"
That eye caught his, and the blond's grin was equally as devious. With a breathy chuckle, Zoro began to undo his pants, his hands stilling when Sanji suddenly stood. Like usual, the other man's movements were fluid, and when those slender fingers began to undo each button on his suit, Zoro felt himself swallow back his anticipation. The jacket slipped from broad shoulders, dropping onto the ground without a care. Next came the dress shirt, but Sanji moved slower for this part, very aware at how Zoro was desperately eating up the image of his gradually exposed chest. When he got to the bottom, he untucked his shirt with a quick jerk, and let it fall to the floor with his jacket.
Forgetting about his pants, Zoro moved closer so that he could trail a finger down the other man's torso, pausing to pinch at an erect nipple. The resulting sharp inhale made the swordsman's heart race faster, his eye flicking up to watch the cook's reaction as he twisted gently on the nub. Sanji's lips were parted, his pupils dilated. He was panting slightly, his hands now frozen at his own hips, clearly distracted mid-action.
Zoro decided to fill that open mouth with his tongue, a move that was much appreciated by the receiver. A soft moan tickled across his lips, and he grinned into the kiss, shifting his position until his teeth latched onto the soft part of Sanji's ear. This earned him another moan, louder this time, and a deep shudder that made his cock twitch with need.
"Take off your pants," Zoro murmured against the cook's ear, his rough voice sending more chills down the cook's spine. His smirked when he felt hands move between them to undo the black slacks. It was so rare to have the other man follow his instructions, and he knew better than to comment on it. His dick could not handle the cook getting mad and leaving him hanging. And there was no way he was stopping now, not when he heard the aforementioned pants fall with a soft swish. He smirked again, slowly kissing at the sensitive skin of Sanji's neck.
Now in nothing but his boxers, Sanji stood tensed with need, his bulge brushing against Zoro's own and making them both shiver. The green-haired man ignored him though, instead stepping away so that he could turn the other man around. Before he could argue, Zoro distracted him by biting gently at the tendon that ran between his neck and shoulder, eliciting another shudder. He then moved his hands so that he could push the boxers off of the other man's hips, baring him completely while he remained half-dressed. Sanji tried to press his now bare ass against Zoro, but the other man avoided the move and, instead, took the cook's aching member in his fist.
A stuttered groan slipped past the blond's lips, and he fell back slightly, leaning against Zoro's chest, as the other man began to casually pump his cock, his grip firm but nowhere near what Sanji needed. He relayed this to the green-haired man, but Zoro only chuckled and brought his hips forward, grinding his clothed bulge between the firm cheeks of Sanji's rear. With a delicious gasp, the cook responded by riding against him, moaning needily when Zoro slipped a thigh between his legs and rubbed it harshly against the other man's balls.
"Fuck," Sanji gasped, thrusting back as much as he could while struggling to gain more friction in the hand around his erection. He growled in frustration, his hands, which had been hovering aimlessly, finally taking action. One gripped hard at the tanned wrist, forcing him to thrust harder, while his other hand reached behind him to grab at the back of Zoro's neck, fingers digging into the base of green hair. "Stop teasing me and fuck me already."
"Can't take it, shit-cook?"
"Fuck you," Sanji bit out, turning his head so that he could scowl at the other man.
"Next time," Zoro chuckled, pulling completely away again and pushing Sanji onto the bed. The blond caught himself easily, but was now a bit tangled in his own pants that were caught at his ankles. The green-haired man leaned down to pull off the cook's shoes and pants, allowing Sanji to adjust his position so that he was on his hands and knees, glaring over his shoulder. However, that glare was soon replaced with a hungry expression as Zoro pushed off his own pants and boots, now standing naked.
Sanji wanted to lick every part of that caramel skin, in fact he was practically drooling at the very thought. He could not get enough of the perfect body before him, and he could only pant as Zoro prowled over to him, a dangerous glint in the steely eye. This would not be like the last two times, when Sanji had been in control. This was going to be Zoro dominating and, very likely, winning, since Sanji's cock was in no mood to put up a fight.
He groaned when Zoro crawled over him, muscular chest pressing against his pale back, powerful arms bracketing him. The marimo's musky scent was intoxicating and Sanji could only let his head hang as he continued to drag in much needed air, his whole body responding to the other man's presence. However, when he felt a heavy cock pressing against his entrance, his eyes shot open and he bucked slightly. "Hold on! Get the lube!"
"Where is it?" Zoro growled, not moving from his position at the blond's ass. He shifted his hips, letting them force his cock to push threateningly at the tight hole.
Sanji choked back a whimper, one hand waving behind him distractedly. "My pant's pocket," He gasped, finally having a moment to catch his breath when the swordsman moved away to dig in the pile of clothing. "Back right pocket." Sanji panted softly, shifting to rest on his hip as he turned to watch Zoro. He immediately frowned. "That's the left pocket." He heard the other man curse under his breath, but he soon returned, his fingers coated with lubrication.
"Turn back over."
Sanji did as he was told, wanting that delicious dick in his ass more than he wanted to irritate Zoro by rebelling. He rolled back onto his knees, supporting his torso on his elbows and forearms. It was very similar to how he had taken Zoro the night before, and the memory burned through him, his cock leaking onto the sheets. Fuuuuuuuuuck.
Without hesitating, Zoro pressed two fingers in at once, the stretch burning horribly. Sanji cried out, torn between pleasure and pain. "FUCK!" He yelled, fists gripping at the sheets as those two fingers began to roughly scissor within him, loosening the tight muscles with the gentleness of a punch to the face. He gritted his teeth, back curling to try and get away from the intense sensations, however, a firm hold on his hip kept him from moving too far. He gasped for breath as a third finger squeezed inside.
"Too much, cook?" Zoro asked, his tone rough with arousal. While he knew it was no doubt painful, he also knew the cook was coming undone with lust. He wanted to get inside as soon as possible.
"No," The blond ground out, his grip on the bed sheets tightening and loosening as he tried to maintain control. Too much? It was not enough. "More."
Zoro pulled the three fingers out, knowing the cook had taken him before, with less preparation than that, and quickly covered the other man with his body once again. He lined up, the head of his dick pushing between globes of muscle until getting to the lubricated hole. He began to press inside, enjoying how the tight entrance resisted but eventually gave way to his hard cock. The cook was silent beneath him, his asshole spasming as it tried to accommodate the intruder. Zoro wanted to hear him though, so with a vicious grin, he slammed the rest of the way inside.
Sanji's body attempted to cry out. His back arched, head falling back, mouth open, but nothing but a ragged gasp managed to get past his lips. He felt so full, and pain was managing to outpace the pleasure. It took him a minute to adjust, his head falling forward again to crush against the rumpled sheets, with his fists tensed by his ears. He kept his eyes squeezed shut until he felt strong hands kneading at the muscles of his back. Groaning pitifully, he loosened his grip on the sheets and tried to relax around the large cock.
"Fuck," He whimpered, rolling his head back and forth, still overwhelmed by the pain shooting up and down his body. Zoro shifted slightly, his member brushing past Sanji's prostate. The blond shivered at the contact, feeling pleasure trickle through the uncomfortable burn. "Fucking asshole," Sanji hissed through gritted teeth. He let Zoro pull him up until his back was pressing up against Zoro's chest again, his ass in his lap and sinking further onto the swordsman's cock. Sanji whined slightly at the motion but did not resist.
"You okay?" Zoro asked, panting slightly and clearly overwhelmed himself. Sanji was so tight, so hot. The way his muscles had parted around him, the tight ring squeezing him at the base of his cock and making him need so badly. He needed to move, but he had to make sure the cook was okay. That had been a rough start.
"You're seriously an asshole," Sanji groaned, tipping his head back to rest on the other man's shoulder, blond hair falling over his eyes. "But yes, I'm okay."
"Can I move now?" Zoro asked, breathless. He was so aroused that it hurt.
"Hold on," Sanji murmured, still trying to catch his breath, not that that was likely to happen anytime soon. But after a few tries, he was able to take a deepish inhale, air filling his lungs. He nodded shakily, "Okay, yeah. Move."
Without further instruction, Zoro thrust into the cook, but kept it gentle at first. He figured he could be a little nice, especially since he was enjoying the way the movement sent pleasure racing through his blood, and the way it made Sanji moan on his exhale. The green-haired man growled softly, teeth taking a hold of the other man's ear. He thrusted again, harder this time, and felt slender hands grab onto the back of his neck, and the wrist that was keeping the blond's hips steady. When he pushed inside again, it dragged a gut-deep groan from Sanji, and made him smirk.
It felt as good as he had remembered, probably even better. Sanji was so hot and tight, and the pleasure was mind-numbing. Zoro groaned, burying his face in the other man's neck. He breathed in the mix of musk, tobacco, and cologne. Sanji's scent. Thrusting up again, he savored the sound it forced out of the blond, a whimpering moan that made his cock harden more than he thought possible.
A rush of arousal had the swordsman pushing the other man onto the bed again, one tanned hand pressing between pale shoulder blades to keep him down in the sheets. His free hand then steadied him by holding onto Sanji's hip, his fingers digging into the lean muscle that could be found there. He began to pound into the spasming entrance, Sanji's inner muscles fluttering around him with each deep thrust. Zoro was losing focus of anything else but plunging into the cook. He could feel his climax quickly approaching, burning deep within him, growing hotter and more intense with each second.
A few more moments and Zoro knew he would be lost in that pleasure, but he wanted to take care of the blond first. However, on the next thrust, Sanji clenched his muscles around his cock. Zoro gritted his teeth against the cry that threatened to escape, his eye squeezing shut as his orgasm crashed through him. He buried himself as he deep as he could, hearing the other man choke out a cry at the uncomfortable feeling of being forced full. Sanji's voice trailed off into a whimper as he came inside, filling the blond with his release.
When Zoro's vision finally returned, he quickly realized his situation. Softening dick buried inside of a now dripping hole, hands gripping bruisingly hard on already bruised hips. But his first thought was of Sanji's own climax.
"Sorry-" Zoro began as he pulled out, watching as the cook began to lay down and roll over. "I'll take care of-"
The blond chuckled, eyes closed as he panted, "You're fine."
His grey eye flicked down, taking in the image of Sanji's limp cock and the cum that was beginning to dry on the sheets. He came from me coming inside of him? Zoro closed his eye with a frown, a wave of arousal going through him and threatening to send him spiraling back into a storm of lust. When he got control of himself again, he realized that the cook was watching him with amusement.
"Pass me my cigarettes?" Sanji asked, as he attempted to sit up. A pained expression flicked across his face and he settled back down, looking thoroughly fucked and satisfied despite his sore backside. Zoro felt a sense of pride, knowing that he was the one to make Sanji like that.
"Tch." Zoro got up, searching the pile of clothes for the desired items. Once they were located, he tossed them to the blond and began to move towards the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Sanji asked as he stuck a cig between his lips.
The swordsman glanced over his shoulder, "To take a shower."
"I thought you were the pass out after type?"
A deadpan expression fell over Zoro's face. "I have the next watch. I have to get back."
With that, the green-haired man disappeared and Sanji heard the shower start. He vaguely played with the idea of initiating some shower sex, but decided against it. There would be other opportunities. A notion that made his stomach wiggle with excitement. Besides, twice in one night might be too much for their casual arrangement. Why is that so disappointing? What are the rules for a casual fucking relationship anyway? Sanji blew out smoke, lost in thoughts like that until Zoro appeared, naked and still wet, a towel around his trimmed waist.
Sanji watched him get dressed, appreciating the view as he smoked, not making it obvious that he was watching the other man. Once Zoro had pulled on his pants, the cook got up, not bothering to cover himself, and walked into the bathroom. He felt that steely gaze on him, roaming over his body as he passed, and he smirked around his nearly spent cigarette. He liked having the other man watch him, liked how that felt. And he might have jerked off to the thought while in the shower. Seriously, what are the rules for this?
