Chapter Seven

Two years was a long time. Zoro was thinking this as he lay down for a nap on (what he thought at the time was) a fishing boat. He didn't know where everyone else had been tossed, whether they were alone like he was, or even whether they were alive. Luffy at least was, and that alone was reason enough to come back here. Back to the place that had been the start of so much pain for all of them, none more than Luffy. Even if it killed him, Zoro had known that he would have to come back here, and come back stronger. And so he had.

But in all those days with Mihawk, there was one thing he couldn't stop worrying about, no matter how hard he trained or how long he meditated. What had Sanji thought when he saw Zoro disappear? Zoro himself had thought he was dead until he woke up on that island. More importantly, had Kuma done the same thing to Sanji, or had Kizaru killed them all first? If Sanji did get tossed, to where? To his death? To a marine base? Into the middle of the sea? Telling himself that there was nothing he could do about it either way did not stop the constant gnawing at his mind.

And then of course, assuming Sanji was fine, that he had got Luffy's message and was training like everyone else, where was he? Who was he with? Women? Again, two years was a long time. Plenty enough time to get over a brief little fling one had while aboard a ship with only nine people on it, most of whom were men, one of whom was a skeleton and one a reindeer. And one Franky.

Zoro was thinking about these things as he opened his eyes to find himself sinking into the ocean inside of a bubble, though still sitting on the rail of an enormous ship. The wrong ship, he was beginning to realize.

And so, that ship met its fate. Zoro spit out seawater and sheathed Shuusui as he floated there idly on the remains of the galleon. A flash of blond caught his eye. He'd been seeing ghosts for two weeks, thinking every blond he saw to be the right one. He thought he had it wrong this time too, until he saw that curly eyebrow and that foul expression. He watched him silently.

Sanji was scowling. "You dumbass. I knew I was expecting too much of you."

A flood of emotions filled Zoro up, but not so much that he missed his cue. "That's not a good feeling. A two year wait and the first face I see from our crew is yours. By the way, what number are you?"

"Number?" Sanji puffed out slowly. "Ah. You mean the order we arrived? Dunno…Seven I guess."

Zoro leapt down onto the shore, removing the top half of his kaftan so he could wring it out. "How sad. In that case there's only two left and one of them is Luffy. I wouldn't be very proud of beating Luffy, personally."

Sanji staggered backward in incredulity. "What does the order we arrived in have to do with anything? I'm not the idiot who got on the wrong boat and went halfway to Gyojintou all by himself!"

"Okay, calm down No. 7."

"Shut the fuck up!"

There was some more bickering, which Zoro indulged in for two reasons: one, because he was so relieved to be back together that he didn't want to break their old pattern, and two, because he just couldn't think of a single thing to say to express the way he'd felt the last two years. So he just let himself be happy, and bicker.

At that point, they got the call about the marines and there was the mad and stupidly joyous dash back to Sunny. But though the atmosphere was filled with joy, there was one thing Zoro didn't fail to notice: Sanji's even worse attitude toward women. He first noticed him sniffing around Perona, thinking it odd, but thinking something must have gotten him unusually excited. However, worse was to come.

Sanji's first reaction on seeing Nami and Robin, from about a hundred feet away in fact, was to propel himself into the ocean via nosebleed. Zoro had a bad feeling about this. Sure enough, Sanji's reactions, particularly toward Nami, only became worse instead of better. There didn't seem to be much hope on that front.

As they sank, Zoro took some quiet time to come to terms with the fact that in this one case, his fears had been justified. He didn't know what had happened to Sanji in these two years, but it had clearly turned him into someone that would be no more sexually attracted to a man than he would be to a head of lettuce. And from what he could tell, Sanji was paying no more attention to Zoro than he was to any other male member of the crew.

Zoro simply tried to avoid Sanji for a while, which was easy since so much was happening. He had a brief scare when the Kraken almost got Sanji, but received no thanks for his trouble, not that he expected to. Finally, there was the extreme awkwardness where he had to share a bubble with not just Sanji, but Luffy too. He tried to just close his eyes and meditate.

With the girls gone, Sanji had basically reverted back to normal, even lighting up while they were all breathing the same air, knowing that neither Zoro nor Luffy would complain. While Luffy was going on about how fun this was, and playing with Surume, Sanji said off-handedly, "So where did you go, Zoro?"

"Where Kuma sent me?"

"Yeah."

Zoro took a moment to wonder why he was asking, when he clearly wasn't interested when the girls were around. "My main rival's private island," he said reluctantly.

Sanji glanced at him with a frown. "You mean Takanome? Are you serious?"

"Mm," Zoro grunted. "He wasn't happy to see me. But he-"

"Ohh! Hey, everyone!" Luffy cried. "Go, Surume!"

Sanji transformed. "Nami-san, Robin-chan!" he cried, and then happened to catch a glimpse of the two of them.

Spurt.

Zoro sighed, a bit more heavily than he normally would. Some of the light went out of his eyes. And that was basically how he stayed for their whole adventure in Gyojintou. He was happy that Sanji was cured of his nosebleed problem by meeting the mermaid princess, but he still held out little hope that it would improve his situation. And so they left. They had quite a long period of calm as they slowly floated up toward the surface, something Zoro was actually dreading. It meant he would have to think about and maybe even speak to Sanji when he wasn't over him yet. He berated himself. Why hadn't he prepared himself better for this?

Zoro was leaning against the rail, absently looking sidelong at the passing fish, when he felt a weight rest against the rail behind him. He glanced back.

Sanji lit up, and didn't speak for a time. Neither did Zoro. The air was heavy. At length, Sanji said, "I didn't really get a chance to ask before, but how have you been?"

Zoro couldn't help himself. He snorted. He gathered from the glare Sanji shot him that he hadn't meant that to be funny. "Fine. What sort of answer were you expecting?"

Sanji rolled his eyes. "I certainly shouldn't have expected to get along with you any better."

Zoro smirked, but inside he felt a pang on his heart. "No. Well okay, how have you been then?"

"To hell and back!" Sanji cried, a bit too heatedly given the atmosphere before that. Zoro stared, and so Sanji cleared his throat and rubbed his forehead to calm himself down. "Not good. I still can't believe Kuma sent Luffy to the Amazon paradise and me to…to…" Sanji let loose a sob. "It's not fair…two years…"

Zoro's expression softened. "He sent you somewhere where there weren't any girls, didn't he?"

Sanji nodded pathetically.

"Nice punch line, Kuma," Zoro muttered. Sanji looked horrified that he thought this was funny. "Sorry. I know that must have been hard for you. But you're back now, so it's okay, right? Nami and Robin seem to have gotten even more beautiful than before, too."

Sanji grew quiet. "Zoro…" he murmured.

"Hm?"

"That girl…the one from Thriller Bark…"

Zoro thought. "Ah. Perona?" He had a flashback to Sanji sniffing her, and ended up sighing a bit. "I'd give it up. She'd have you cleaning floors and lugging her shopping, I can picture that clearly."

Sanji cursed. "Not me, you ass. I'm asking if there was something between you."

Zoro looked at him in disbelief. "What?"

"I saw the way she looked at you. Listen…" he said, more softly. "If you did…it's okay. I know, two years is a long time. I didn't really expect you to wait."

A lot of things went through Zoro's mind as he heard this. Firstly: so Sanji did want to stay together? Secondly, he thought he was with Perona? Most importantly, he expected him to cheat on him?! The last thought brought him around to his conclusion: he hadn't expected Zoro to cheat. He had cheated himself and was trying to rationalize it. Zoro also realized that from his phrasing, he might be trying to let Zoro down easy. Sure, two years was a long time. No one made any promises.

"You needn't have bothered expecting anything. I don't have any interest in romance. I didn't then," Zoro pushed off of the railing. "And I don't now." He walked away.

"Zoro?" Sanji murmured in a voice so sweet it cracked Zoro's heart right in two. But he did not turn back.

After Sanji prepared snacks for everyone and set them on a table in the grass outside, he sat down alone in the kitchen, smoking and trying to figure out what had happened, and what he should do. It was true, he rarely understood what Zoro was thinking. But this time especially, when they had been gone two years, Sanji had tried to talk to him twice but could get nothing out of him. And that last time…it reminded him of some of the fights they'd had before. The serious ones, where he had really thought he would lose Zoro. His chest ached.

That time Zoro had rejected him seriously, he'd got so drunk he didn't care if he lived or died. It was precisely because he didn't ever want that to happen again that he had said he didn't mind if Zoro cheated. He did mind, obviously, but he couldn't bear to lose Zoro for any reason, including his own pride. But neither was he magnanimous enough to give Zoro away to someone else, which was why he had asked in the first place. He wanted to know that Zoro was his, and if he wasn't, then he would make him his again. But there was one thing that truly frightened him, one thing he couldn't fight: that was Zoro's feelings for him diminishing.

Sanji set his head down on the table.

At that moment, Nami came in, all tight jeans and perfect breasts. Sanji blushed upon seeing her, hastily lifting his head off the table. He still hadn't gotten used to how much she had matured, and still occasionally fought nose bleeds.

She smiled interestedly. She walked past him to grab some juice, saying, "Something getting you down, Sanji-kun?"

He grinned at her. "How could there be, when you're in my life, Nami-san?"

She rolled her eyes a bit and then sat down opposite him. "It doesn't have anything to do with Zoro, does it?" Sanji's smile faded. "I was surprised. Since we got back together again, I've barely seen you two talk, let alone hug or…anything," she blushed mildly, but hid it by taking a sip of juice.

Sanji felt like he might cry. Hearing someone else say it made it even more poignant; it was just so wrong. He'd been waiting so long to see Zoro again, and he wouldn't even speak to him. Sanji didn't even know why. "Nami-san…" he murmured, putting his head in his hands. "I don't know what's wrong…"

She looked on him with pity for a moment. Then she set down her juice. "Ok. As a special, because I don't like seeing your sad face, I'll listen to your problems for free. Go on. What happened?"

Sanji explained his hitherto interactions with Zoro to Nami, to which she merely raised an eyebrow. "Are you stupid?" she inquired, once he had finished.

Already hurting, Sanji recoiled a bit in shock. "What? Why?"

Nami sighed, resting her chin on the heel of her hand. "Okay, put yourself in Zoro's shoes for a moment. He's been in exactly the same situation as you, unsure about whether you were still together. You didn't really have time to talk beforehand, so the first thing he sees you doing is what?"

Sanji blinked, but no answer came to him.

"Killing yourself via nosebleed over every single woman you see."

He blinked again. "Oh."

"Yes, 'oh'. So imagine if Zoro had been doing that."

"What?" Sanji cried with indignation. "Zoro would never!"

"That's because he's a better person than you." Sanji slumped over table in utter despair at what had just been said to him. "That's also why he would never cheat, on you or anyone else. He even holds up imaginary promises. Now as to your conversation of just now, I'm not sure, but I think Zoro thinks you just broke up with him."

"WHAT?!"

Nami touched her ears. "That was unnecessary."

"I'm sorry, Nami-san, but how can you be sure? What do you mean, when did I say that?"

Nami explained that, for someone who valued honor so much, the mere implication he would cheat was insulting. On top of which, based on Sanji's behavior, it was reasonable for Zoro to assume that Sanji had in fact been the one cheating, and was indirectly asking to be forgiven. Or, alternatively, was stressing the fact that they had been apart a long time, and that things were different. I.e., it was over.

Sanji's jaw hit the ground. "Did I say that?"

Nami shrugged. "To Zoro, that's what you said. It's only conjecture, of course, but I think I'm pretty well on the mark."

Sanji let his head thunk onto the table again. "I am scum. Even if I explain things now, why would he believe me?"

Nami chewed on her lip sheepishly for a moment. "Maybe…I can help."

"Really, Nami-san?!" Sanji immediately recovered and clasped both her hands in his.

"You will repay me later," she said darkly.

Sanji nodded enthusiastically.

Nami found Zoro standing quietly at the bow, looking even more broody and distant than usual. He glanced at her as she approached and tried unsuccessfully to hide a scowl. "Nn," he grunted in greeting.

"Same to you," Nami muttered. "What's up, Zoro? Why does Sanji-kun look so sad?"

She thought there was a flicker of surprise over his face, though he tried to hide it. "Does he?"

She nodded, coming up to stand beside Zoro. "He does. He didn't even notice when I dropped a napkin during lunch and pressed my breasts together right in front of him."

Zoro rounded on her. "You did what?" he inquired in a dangerous whisper.

"See, I was just wondering Zoro, since you clearly have no interest in Sanji-kun anymore, would it be okay for me to take him?"

Zoro was flabbergasted. "Wh-…I…"

"He seems to think that you broke up with him. And if that's the case, then it's okay for me, right?"

Zoro glared. "I didn't break up with anyone. But if that's what he wants, then fine. I won't stop him."

Nami considered. "So you didn't break up with him, but you don't care if he's with someone else. That's pretty low, Zoro. Sounds like you don't really care about him at all."

"For god's sake!" Zoro cried, in an extremely out of character eruption of anger. Nami was a bit taken aback. "What are you trying to do to me now? I hardly think it's necessary to disparage me at this point. He's as good as yours. And of course I care, goddamn it. But what does it matter? When…"

Nami's eyes widened as she saw something she never thought she'd see. Zoro grew intensely quiet and lowered his head. But at the same time, a single tear rolled down his cheek. A long moment of silence passed.

"I'm not what he wants anymore. And if I can't make him happy, then I don't want to be anywhere near him." As Zoro was speaking, Nami silently signaled someone who had been waiting beneath the stairs. As he approached, she excused herself with a wink. "I feel like a fool for waiting all this time. And why should he wait for someone like me? This really is for the best…"

"You never change, do you?"

Zoro whirled around. Nami had gone; he could just see her leaving down the stairs. In her place, of course, was Sanji. He was wearing a slightly sad smile as he drew closer.

"So you're going to start this new adventure by deciding things for me again?"

Zoro stood in silent shock. He hastily turned away and tried not to be obvious about wiping his face of tears. "I didn't decide anything. I just observed. It's obvious what you want now, and it's within your reach. I won't stop you."

"Damn it, Zoro," Sanji muttered, rubbing his temple. "Why won't you stop me sometimes? Or act spoiled or selfish? I know it's not in your character, but a guy can start to feel abandoned when you're too magnanimous."

"Abandoned?" Zoro murmured.

Sanji approached, and softly set a hand on Zoro's cheek. Sanji felt a wave of relief when Zoro didn't pull away. "I'm not so secure that I don't need to be told sometimes. That I'm the one you want."

Zoro stared for a moment, then lowered his head. "You don't understand."

Sanji drew his face up so their eyes met. "Then tell me. Please."

Zoro's eyes started to sting again and he glanced away. "I…I love you…so much that…I can't deny you something that makes you happy."

"Then don't," Sanji said. At that moment, he pressed his lips to Zoro's, and kissed him more sweetly than either remembered. Sanji pulled away briefly to set his forehead against Zoro's. As he did, another tear ran down Zoro's cheek without a change in his expression. "Jeez," Sanji muttered, softly wiping it with his thumb. "You do like to make me worry, don't you?"

Even as he said this, he felt arms creeping about his waist. Sanji allowed Zoro to pull him into a slow but tight embrace. Zoro was silent, but Sanji could feel his whole body trembling, and his fingers gripping Sanji's back with a hint of desperation. Sanji sighed. He held Zoro softly in return.

After a few minutes of silently holding one another, remembering each other's body heat, Sanji kissed Zoro's hair, and murmured, "Just so you know, you still are and always have been the only one I love."

Zoro's grip tightened, but he said nothing. Then, at length, "I think the men's quarters are free now."

Sanji blinked. "I think you're right."

Sanji took Zoro by the hand and led him below decks, not caring whether anyone else saw. As soon as they closed and locked the door to the men's quarters, they fell on each other in wild desperation. Kisses, no matter how intense, were too shallow to convey everything they were feeling. Sanji felt his own eyes starting to sting.

"I missed you so much," Sanji whispered when his lips were free.

"Shut up," Zoro grunted, with a heavy blush. They made their way clumsily to Zoro's bunk, while Zoro attempted to remove Sanji's clothes. "Damn it," he muttered. "Why have your clothes gotten even more complicated?"

Sanji laughed. "Yours haven't." He lovingly stroked Zoro's chest and slipped his kaftan off his shoulders. His heart pounded as he nibbled Zoro's ear and said, "I had to concentrate so hard not to get a hard-on when I first saw you. What are you thinking, getting even more handsome and then stripping right in front of me?"

Zoro blushed and squeezed Sanji's arms. Then he returned to his task and managed to get Sanji's top half undressed. Then, to Sanji's shock, he knelt on the floor. "O-…oi, Zoro…" Sanji murmured. "Listen…you can't…I'm happy, but, after all this time, I'll just…"

Zoro wrapped his mouth around Sanji's cock while he still had his trousers on.

"Ohh!" Sanji cried, his knees shaking. Sanji had had no sexual contact in two years except with his own hand. The heat of Zoro's mouth, the moistness and the shape of it, even over his clothes, was driving him completely crazy. "Ohh, Zoro…you're so good but…please, stop…"

But Zoro did not stop. Quite the contrary, he started to undo Sanji's pants with his teeth. Sanji trembled, desperately holding on to Zoro's shoulders. Partly still trying to stop him, and partly because his knees really were getting weak. Finally, Zoro pulled down Sanji's trousers and boxers and swallowed him whole with no warning.

"Ahh!" Sanji cried, throwing his head back. "Oh, fuck, Zoro!"

Sanji made the mistake of looking down. Not only was Zoro blushing madly, but every now and then his hot gaze would flick up toward Sanji. Their eyes met and Zoro moaned around Sanji's cock. Sanji grabbed onto Zoro's head, unable to stop himself from pounding the back of his throat until he painted the inside of Zoro's mouth with cum. He held Zoro tight against him for the duration of his mind-blowing orgasm, then his sanity returned and he let him go, already apologizing.

Zoro looked a bit dazed. He let a slim trail of cum drip from his mouth into his hand and looked at it intently. He was still blushing. However, completely breaking the mood he muttered, "I forgot how gross that tastes."

Sanji snorted. "Yours isn't exactly crème brulee either."

Zoro glanced up at him. Then to Sanji's surprise, he wrapped his arms around Sanji's neck. He murmured softly. "I want you to fuck me."

Sanji's face lit up, and he could feel himself growing hard again. "Um…yes. Good. Okay."

Hesitantly at first, Sanji pushed Zoro back onto his bunk. He sat between Zoro's legs for a moment, simply observing him. Zoro's blush grew stronger the longer Sanji gazed at him. Then Sanji began to caress Zoro's chest.

"Jesus," he murmured, running his hands over the exquisite muscle. "You're like iron."

Zoro had turned his head away and was shuddering now and then when Sanji's fingers brushed a sensitive spot. Sanji's fingers brushed his nipple, and he twitched as his back arched. He hardly made any noise. Sanji smiled a bit in spite of himself. I'll have to train him all over again, he thought. Then Sanji lowered his head over Zoro's chest. He opened his mouth. He breathed softly over Zoro's nipple.

Zoro convulsed, biting his knuckle to stop the sounds. As Sanji watched, Zoro's nipples hardened, just from his breath. He teased him with a tiny lick an inch away from the nipple, and then another. Then he ever so lightly pressed the tip of his tongue into the nipple.

A strangled moan was stopped by Zoro's fist, still in his own mouth. Sanji looked up at him adoringly. Then he finally lowered his mouth over the nipple, and began to tease it liberally with his lips, teeth and tongue. Zoro's hips were rocking violently with every movement of Sanji's mouth. Sanji began to meet their movements with his own, as he was already hard again. He wrapped his arms around Zoro's large chest and sucked hard on his nipple.

Zoro finally cried out loudly, his hips thrusting up against Sanji, and his whole body tensing. It stayed that way for a few moments and then relaxed, and Zoro was panting. Sanji blinked. He knew this sensation. He removed his mouth from Zoro's chest and looked down. Though Zoro's lower half was still clothed, Sanji could see the outline of his cock in his black pants. However, there was also a wet spot now where there wasn't one before. Sanji smirked up at Zoro.

Zoro had his face covered with the heels of his hands in shame, and was clearly blushing.

Sanji grinned at him, lightly touching the tip and causing Zoro to flinch. "That's hot," he said softly, remembering words Zoro had once told him. "But it can't be very comfortable."

He leisurely untied Zoro's red sash, giving Zoro his swords to set aside, which he did with an expression of trepidation. Sanji lovingly unbuttoned Zoro's kaftan, removed his boots, and slid off his pants so that Zoro now lay naked on his bed. He was panting as he watched Sanji, but his cock was already twitching back to life. Sanji grinned at him.

He lowered his head and began to lap up the cum all over Zoro's lower stomach. Zoro moaned, arching his back again. In a relaxed way, Sanji moved his tongue to Zoro's cock, where he lapped up all the remaining cum.

"Sanji…!" Zoro cried in a breathy whisper.

Sanji wanted to tease him some more, but he was already running out of patience. He finished cleaning Zoro's cock, then pushed up his hips and started kissing his asshole.

"Ah…Sanji…you…" Sanji glanced up since he seemed to be trying to tell him something. Zoro bit his lip for a moment, and he was clearly fighting intense embarrassment. "I…can't wait anymore…you…don't have to be gentle…"

Sanji flushed up to his ears. "Tempting…" he murmured. Very. "But I couldn't bear to hurt you right now." Saying this, he stuck his tongue inside Zoro's ass.

"Ohh!" Zoro cried, covering his face.

Sanji took his time delving into Zoro and opening him up (he was as tight as the first time they did it), and then rummaged around to find the lube that was fortunately still there after all this time. He removed his tongue and promptly spread the lube into Zoro's ass. To try to keep calm and distract himself from the adorable noises Zoro was now making, Sanji focused all his attention on trying to get the lube as deep into Zoro as he could with just his fingers.

Once he had two fingers in up to the hilt, he started flexing them, teasing Zoro's insides. Zoro's fingers had started gripping the mattress as he shook and tried, unsuccessfully, to keep from moaning. He was breathing in heavy, breathy sighs, and seemed attune to Sanji's slightest movement. Sanji swallowed. He knew where it was, but he wondered if he should hold off on teasing Zoro's prostate. He decided to try just a little.

Sanji's fingers brushed the hard spot a few inches inside Zoro. He cried out loudly, his hips thrusting against Sanji's hand. Zoro's embarrassment seemed to be slipping away as his brain became more and more filled with desire. He stopped covering his face and now and then looked down at Sanji, though still blushing.

Sanji had to swallow again to keep his libido in check. He added a third finger. Zoro's eyes fluttered closed and he let loose a soft moan. Though it should have been painful for him, at least a little, after two years, Zoro didn't seem to be in any pain. Or perhaps, more likely, he was just used to far worse. Sanji desperately wanted Zoro to feel good; to cum hard while thinking only of him. He wanted Zoro to lose his mind with pleasure. He added more lube between his fingers, and dove in again.

Zoro's moans were growing sweeter. Sanji felt his chest swell; somehow even when Zoro wasn't good at telling him how he felt in words, his body was always honest. And his body wanted Sanji, as badly as Sanji wanted him. It was also clear that Zoro was happy, just as happy as he was. Sanji thought he could never have enough of Zoro.

He continued to tease and open Zoro up until they were both at the limit of their endurance. With great difficulty, since Sanji didn't stop his fingers, Zoro grasped his shoulder and managed, "Please…Sanji…"

Sanji's heart pounded in his ears. He tried to calm himself down, and then poured a small amount of lube over his cock. He lined up in front of Zoro's hole. "Okay…" he murmured, though quietly terrified that he was about to lose his mind if he really fucked Zoro right now. "Relax."

Slowly, Sanji pushed the tip inside. Both men let out strangled cries. A moment later, Zoro convulsed and shot dilute cum all over his own, muscular chest. He panted hard. Sanji couldn't hold back any more. "Sorry, Zoro," he murmured helplessly. Then he shoved his cock in up to the hilt.

"Ahhh!" Zoro cried, grasping Sanji's hands which were planted on either side of Zoro's hips. "Sanji…" Zoro mumbled.

Sanji gritted his teeth, desperately trying to stop himself from cumming. He didn't want this feeling to stop. "Zoro…" he whispered. Then he began to move. Both men cried out, overwhelmed with feeling. "Zoro…relax a bit. I'm…going to cum soon…if you don't…"

Zoro was panting, barely listening. But his fingers tightened over Sanji's hands. "It's okay…" he murmured. "Sanji…I…want you…so, cum…inside me…"

Sanji couldn't help the wave of pleasure that washed over him with those words. He breathed in gasps and thrust himself deep inside Zoro until he couldn't bear it anymore. "Ahhh!" he cried, throwing back his head and twitching against Zoro until the last spurt of thick cum streaked the inside of Zoro's belly.

They panted together for a moment, and then Sanji started moving again. "Wh-…" Zoro murmured, stunned. "How…?"

Sanji grabbed one of Zoro's legs and turned him sideways to fuck him with one leg over his shoulder. "Fuck if I know," Sanji panted. "It won't go down."

Zoro moaned, wracked with pleasure and barely able to respond. Sanji pounded him so hard they both felt their hips growing numb. They each came again while in this position. Then Sanji turned Zoro all the way over, drawing him up onto his hands and knees, his cock never leaving Zoro's hole. Sanji gripped Zoro's hips and began to fuck him again, and now the larger man was really losing it. He collapsed onto his chest, only held up by Sanji pounding his ass. Zoro was constantly moaning, and Sanji could see a trail of drool coming from his mouth.

Sanji grabbed both of Zoro's arms and pulled him up so that his back fell against Sanji's chest as they both sat on their knees. He continued slowly pumping Zoro as he groped his chest and whispered to him, "Zoro…am I the only one?"

Zoro moaned, apparently still embarrassed enough not to answer that quickly. "Y-…yes…"

Sanji trembled, shoving himself ever deeper inside him. "You want me, Zoro?"

"Ah…!" Zoro cried, as Sanji grasped his cock. "Don't…I just came…"

Sanji sank his teeth into Zoro's neck and continued to fuck him. "Tell me, Zoro," he whispered against his ear, pulling an earring into his mouth. "Do you want me?"

"Ah…I…want you…!"

"Do you love me more than anyone?"

Zoro grasped Sanji's hand over his chest. "S-Sanji…you're…all I dream about…"

Sanji lit up bright red. That was the last thing he'd been expecting to hear. His chest tightened, and he pulled Zoro even closer. Then he whispered to him, "I love you more than I ever thought anyone could."

Zoro moaned, leaning against him and weakly moving his hips against Sanji's. "Sanji…" he moaned. "Don't stop…"

Sanji gritted his teeth and slammed himself into Zoro again and again, refusing to let Zoro collapse against the bed again. He'd built up his stamina in the last two years, and he could now hold Zoro's weight no problem. He didn't want to be an inch farther away from Zoro than he had to.

"Ah…Sanji…you're hitting it…so hard…" Zoro whispered in desperation.

"Zoro…you feel so amazing inside…I'm losing my mind." Sanji nibbled on Zoro's ear again, unable to stop himself from holding onto every bit of Zoro like an octopus. Then he began to milk Zoro's cock again.

"Ahhh, no!" Zoro cried, grasping Sanji's wrist. "I'm already…close…it…feels so good it…hurts…"

Sanji panted in his ear. "Zoro, cum for me. Only me. I love you…Zoro!" Sanji twitched and once again streaked Zoro's insides with white hot cum.

Zoro trembled as if he felt it. Then he threw back his head. "San…ji…" he cried, then sprayed his sheets with cum.

They knelt together for a time, coming down from an unbelievable high. But somehow, although they both could have gone for more, loving this intensely was very tiring. Softly, they both slipped down onto the sheets and wound themselves in each other's arms.

"Hey," Zoro murmured, at length.

"Mm?"

"It's okay if I'm selfish sometimes, right?"

Sanji blinked. "Yeah. Why?"

Zoro nodded to himself. "Good. In that case, if you cheat, I'll cut you."

Sanji watched him for a moment, and then he began to smile. That smile turned into a truly warm and happy laugh, then he snuggled even tighter against Zoro. "Do that. And if you cheat, I'll poison your food. Actually, it's more likely I'd kill the other person."

Zoro scoffed. "You'd never kill a girl."

Sanji was scandalized. "You'd cheat on me with a girl?!"

"I've said this before, but I'm not gay you son of a bitch."

"I can't believe you!"

This argument continued for some time, until they eventually fell asleep. It was at this moment that someone else's opinion became the more important. Luffy, having been caught napping in the men's quarters as Zoro and Sanji locked the door, had lain wide-eyed on his bunk for the entire incident. At this moment, he was pondering to himself.

Should I tell them I'm here? Hmmm. No, I think I'll just go back to sleep. They can buy my silence with meat.