Lost in his own thoughts about the Zoro situation, he mindlessly made drinks. When he looked down at his tray, there were two drinks there. Funny, he thought. There was only one woman on board and after counting, he'd made one less for the others, which were a light blue. And Nami's and the other one were a light shade of green. So, why did he make two? And green at that, instead of orange flavored for his precious flower? Green hair and tan skin flashed through his mind. He face palmed and cursed and lit up a cigarette.
Oh well. It's all already made. He wasn't going to waste it. He picked up the tray with both green iced drinks and headed out on deck. On second thought, he put one blue drink on the tray too.
Nami had long finished her most recent map, so she was out sunbathing again. Quickly, he made his way over to her.
"Nami, my dearest!" He spun with hearts in his eyes. "Here's a fresh cold drink to keep your beautiful self cool in this blazing heat." He bowed and held the tray out for grabbed one, without saying a word and sipped at it through the straw in it. "Is it to your liking my sweet?"
"Yeah. I guess," she huffed and tried to ignore his presence again.
"Just holler if you need anything else, my ray of sunshine! I'm at your every beck and call!" He bowed to her again before leaving.
It was inevitable. He wasn't going to dump it out and make another. He'd already made a green one for himself earlier in the kitchen and kept it in the freezer until he'd delivered the others.
"SANJII! I WANT ONE! Where's mine? You made one for me, right?" Luffy sat on the railing next to the cook, begging for one before Sanji could reach the stairs back to the upper deck. "Is this one mine?" he asked, reaching for the second green one. Instinctively, Sanji kicked his leg up, balancing perfectly with the tray, to stop Luffy's hand. His captain looked confused. Was there another special lady on board he didn't know about? What other special person was on the ship other than Nami and him?
"Yours is in the kitchen. Tell Usopp too."
"Yosh! Chopper! Usopp! Ice drinks in the kitchen!" Usopp looked up from the trinket he was messing with and Chopper's head poked out from below deck. It was too hot outside for the poor guy.
"Idiot! I didn't say Chopper!" He had intended to deliver Zoro's first, but he hurried over and gave the little reindeer the blue one, so he wouldn't have to be out in the heat for long. After snatching the drink and a mumbled "thanks", and he disappeared again.
He followed Usopp up the stairs and headed out to where Zoro should be training. The swordsman was missing the majority of his clothes again, but Sanji didn't give himself any time to look this time.
"Hey. Shitty swordsman. Get over here." To his surprise, the man listened.
Putting his weights down, Zoro came over to the cook and a green drink was thrust at him.
"A lot is ice, but I added more milk to yours to give you a few Vitamins at least. I didn't expect you to stop training to come and get it." The swordsman didn't say anything. He simply took the drink and sat down in the little shade the galley gave before drinking some through the straw.
"Why is it green?" he asked.
"Because it fucking can be, you ape!" Sanji stormed away, appearing angry, but was more flustered than anything that Zoro even noticed.
Zoro quietly sipped his drink as he watched the cook storm off. He wasn't even going to try wondering what was up with the cook. With him, it could literally be almost anything. Taking a break from training was nice and he was repeating the number he had stopped at in his head, so he could pick up where he left off.
He was halfway through his drink when Luffy appeared in front of him.
"What do you want? I'm not playing with you. After I'm done with this, I'm training again," he said, repeating the number in his head again until Luffy screamed at him.
"No fair! Why do you get a special one! I'm the captain!" he wailed.
"Luffy! Shut up! What are you even talking about?" Zoro asked.
"Only you and Nami got a green one. Everyone else got blue ones! I wanted the green one! Ne, Zoro. Can I try it?" Zoro was shocked at the news, but not enough to miss his captain's mouth already stretching his lips towards the straw of his glass. He reached out and clamped his hand tightly around the stretched lips. His captain let out a small squeak.
"No. You already had shitty cook made this one for me. You're the captain. Go tell him to make you another one that's green." The captain's face brightened and his body began to wiggle excitedly, mumbling something. Zoro let his mouth go.
"That's a good idea. Sanji! SANJI!" he screamed as he ran off.
"WHAT!" he heard the cook yell back.
"Make me a special green drink like Nami and Zoro's! Captain's orders! Ha! You have to do it now!" He let out a loud victorious laugh before Zoro heard some crashing sounds and the breaking of wood, Usopp's scream of horror and the telltale splash of water as he finished his drink.
When he didn't hear another splash, he set his empty glass next to him before he headed down to where Nami sunbathed, completely unfazed and Usopp looked over the railing and into the water, terrified and crying.
"Where is he?" Zoro asked as he came up beside the long nose, noticing the straw hat on the deck. He pointed in a general area and Zoro jumped in. He saw a flash of red and swam towards it. It didn't take long for him to get his captain back on deck. He was still conscious and spit out the little water in his mouth before laughing like crazy.
"What the hell are you laughing at you little psycho? You could've died," Zoro said.
"You should've seen his face Zoro! He was so red! Totally worth almost drowning for!" Holding his stomach, he continued to laugh.
Zoro didn't find it as funny. The cook had blushed? Or was it from anger?
He was starting to get a headache. Was he ever going to be able to understand that cook?
Ignoring his captain, he headed back to the upper deck to restart his training. There was no way he remembered what he was at. Not to mention, after what just happened, he needed time to clear his mind anyway.
Damn that stupid captain and dumb ass swordsman, Sanji thought as he angrily made another green drink for his captain. Now Zoro would know that his drink had been made differently than the other mens'.
He angrily let out a puff of smoke. That stupid ass swordsman is going to make me go through my entire supply of cigarettes before the next island.
After delivering the other drink to his captain, he tried his hardest to focus on preparing the rest of the meals for the day. He would be damned if he was going to let himself be distracted by thinking about that damn god forsaken arrogant and sexy swordsman.
Over the course of the next few days, things seemed to go back to normal, as if the two hadn't tainted the dinner table. They would fight and argue, ruining parts of the ship. Their daily routines hadn't changed. Sanji still melted, twisted and wiggled over his precious swan. Zoro still napped, trained and drank.
However normal it appeared though, there were subtle changes. The lingering of eyes on each other lasted longer after a fight was broken up. Zoro stayed in the galley slightly longer than usual after meals. He would always drink and watch the cook clean afterwards, but now, when the cook was finished, he'd wait. He'd wait in case there was a possibility of something happening again. The cook would always smirk at him, like he knew, and Zoro would take his leave, pretending he wasn't waiting for anything.
Zoro knew exactly what he wanted from this situation. For once, he was pretty convinced he wanted more than just sex from the cook. The jealousy and anger that spread through him like wildfire when Sanji fawned over Nami was a sure sign of it. Jealousy and anger were feelings. Strong ones at that, that only pointed to the obvious.
He really was in love with the blonde.
But he had no clue what the cook wanted. Sure, the cook had given him a blow job, but that could be all the cook wanted. Relief. No strings attached. Just messing around and he couldn't accept that.
That is how he resolved to talk to the blonde. It wasn't really their 'thing', but how else was he supposed to know what the cook wanted from him? They could mess around and Zoro still wouldn't know if the cook was in it with feelings.
Lounging around on the upper deck after a workout, he waited until Sanji came out and delivered Nami her drink for the hot day. He stood as soon as her heard the telltale sound of those fancy shoes on the deck and the screams about the rest of the crews drinks. The cook danced his way towards the redheaded witch and Zoro watched from the top of the stairs with his arms crossed.
When Sanji came back and started up the stairs, Zoro didn't move.
"Move it, asshole." The cook glared at Zoro, but the man didn't move. He only uncrossed his arms to speak.
"Cook-"
"ZORO! Come play with us! We need one more person for this cool game Usopp invented!" Before he could protest, rubber arms wrapped around his body, yanking him through the air. He landed with half of his body dragged and stuck through the deck.
"Dammit Luffy! I was busy!" Zoro screamed at his captain as he pulled himself free from the boards while Usopp cursed Luffy for ruining the precious ship.
"Didn't look very busy to me," he answered with a deadpan expression. Zoro growled and looked over his shoulder as the door to the galley slammed shut.
"Fine. I'll play the stupid game." There was no way he'd be able to talk to Sanji after the man escaped into his own safe haven.
The next day, he tried again.
After lunch, he stayed in the galley at the table like usual. He sat there, bottle in hand, brooding over all this shit that had happened and over what hasn't been happening again.
Each time, he'd build up the courage to approach the cook about this. Then, once they were alone together, his insecurities would crash into him again.
Would the cook want something more with him? Would he laugh in his face for wanting more? Would he be disappointed, shove him away and deny him? Was this just some sort of phase the cook was going through?
He took a swig of the alcohol, not even sure what it was and shoved the thoughts away. They weren't going to do him any good.
"Oi. Shitty swordsman." Sanji's voice sounded almost concerned and Zoro had to crack a small crooked smile at that. "You don't seem like your loud annoying self as much today."
"Just lost in thought," he said. Perfect. Sanji seemed to be a bit concerned or pretended to be at least. He could lead this right into talking about their relationship.
"About what?" he asked. The cook was mildly curious at what was keeping the second mate so distracted and quiet today.
"Abou-"
"MARINES! INCOMING!" After the warning, the ship rocked on way and back, probably from Luffy using his body to deflect the cannonballs. Both men shot out of the galley, always ready for a fight. Although, Zoro couldn't help, but be a little disappointed at losing his perfect chance.
It felt like days and days had passed and Zoro tried and tried to talk to the cook, but somehow, some-fucking-how, he still hasn't had his chance. He gets pulled away by someone else, a stupid storm or Nami makes him do something or Sanji gets pissed off by Luffy stealing food and locks himself in the galley.
No matter fucking what, he hasn't been able to talk to him and it's driving him insane. Especially with the way he cook has acted like nothing ever happened between them.
Angrily, he stormed up to the galley and locked the door once he was inside. Sanji only looked up from the vegetables he was chopping for dinner.
"Haven't you tried to steal enough alcohol from me today? Get lost," he said and gave the food his full attention.
"No. We need to talk," Zoro said as he locked the door behind him. He was not going to be interrupted again. "I don't fucking care if we're attacked again. We're staying in this kitchen until this is sorted out."
"What the hell needs sorted out?" Sanji said, getting irritated. He put his knife down on the cutting board and gave Zoro his full attention.
Sure, that was what Zoro wanted, but the cook's eyes on him made him break into a nervous sweat and shift from foot to foot.
"Umm," he started, scratching the back of his head. "Wait. I had something."
Sanji rinsed his hands off and dried them before walking over to where the swordsman was by the table.
"Aww. Don't tell me the marimo got all flustered and nervous that you forgot what to say," he smiled and placed a hand against the man's chest before draping the other over one of his broad shoulders. "How cute," he said, dragging the hand down his body where he knew the monstrous scar was.
Totally unexpecting the movement, Zoro shuddered and gasped, arching his back against the cook's hand.
"Oh?" He laughed lightly. "Sensitive here, I see? Interesting." He backed away from Zoro, storing the information for later use before moving to unlock the door again. Sanji was enjoying every second of this. Zoro was like putty in his hands. It was obvious the man was trying to approach him about something. He was glad the swordsman had been unsuccessful so far. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew keeping the man on the edge of his seat was his defense mechanism. Deep down, he knew he was worried that Zoro wanted to end what had only just begun. Sure, Zoro had hit on him, but the outcome of their relationship could change everything. He wasn't ready for this to end though.
That's what this would be for. Misdirection.
He turned back to Zoro and wrapped his arms around the man's waist, pulling their bodies together, rubbing against Zoro's ass.
When Zoro felt the hard cock between his cheeks, he tensed up. The hands around his waist slid down and grabbed his own hard package.
This was not how this was supposed to go. This was just supposed to be talking. A talking session. This was a groping session!
Suddenly, the arms were gone and Sanji was in front of him again. A pale hand reached up and pulled on the front of his shirt out.
"Come here marimo." Zoro let himself be pulled along. His intentions were to talk, but what seemed to be coming next, he was okay with too at the moment.
Sanji let go and Zoro still followed until they were standing in front of the cutting board and some vegetables.
"I need to finish making dinner preparations and this-" he said, rubbing Zoro's hand against his erection. "-is a huge distraction that you caused. You'll take care of me, right?" he asked, looking into Zoro's eyes pleadingly.
Zoro's heartbeat sped up at the words. Either they had a deeper meaning than Sanji let on or he was just playing dirty.
Zoro was hoping it was a little bit of both.
As if in a trance, he got down on his knees and squeezed between the cook's legs and the counter.
Sanji watched the swordsman do as he was told and reveled in how obedient he was being. It would always turn him on to see the world's greatest swordsman to-be succumbing to his every command and whim. Who knew that in the right setting, the stubborn swordsman could actually listen? Sanji turned back to the vegetables and began chopping and dicing again as Zoro got to work on his own project.
Slowly, Zoro reached up, unbuttoning and unzipping the cook's trousers with shaky hands. Whether he was shaking from arousal or nervousness, he wasn't sure.
Pale blue boxers came into view and he felt the blood rush through his veins at what he was about to do.
He pulled them down enough to get his hand in to free the cook's member. When his hand wrapped around the base to pull it free of its confines, Sanji stiffened a bit. No doubt, he was just excited about what was coming next as Zoro was, but he did little to show it.
He pulled the cook's burning hot cock out and the length of it nearly surprised him. Immediately, he stuck out his tongue when he realized how close it was to his face, letting Sanji's cock fall against it. He began to play with the tip with his tongue, leaving the head wet and dripping with saliva. To his disappointment, the cook showed no reaction apart from a slight push of his hips, urging Zoro on.
More shy in his movements now, he slid the head into his mouth, trying not to moan at fully tasting the cook. He sucked as he pulled off and ran his teeth lightly over the tip. It was just enough to get a small shudder out of the cook and the chopping of the blade in the cook's hand slowed down for a split second. He smiled around the pulsing cock in his mouth and took it in a little farther the second time.
Zoro stopped with half of Sanji's cock in his mouth when he heard the galley door open a crack.
Why the hell did the shit cook unlock it?!
He pulled Sanji's dick out of his mouth, but was stopped by a hand fisting itself into his hair and tugging him close again.
"What is it Usopp? I'm a little busy," Sanji said and he pulled Zoro's face close. The heat of the man's mouth was wonderful. Usopp peeking around the corner wasn't going to stop him from feeling it again. Besides, the counter should hide Zoro enough.
"S-Sanji.. I know you n-need your s-sp-spices to cook, but.. I-is there any chance I could use some red pepper?" Sanji's cock was enveloped in that warmth again and he closed his eyes at the sensation, pretending to be slightly irritated at the long nosed man.
"Sure. I need to use it for the meal though, so I'll bring some to you if there is enough left." Zoro's head started to bob up and down the first six inches of his shaft. He could feel the swordsman's strong hand pumping the other three that his mouth couldn't seem to reach. "How much do you need?"
"Thanks! Is a tablespoon too much to ask for?" Zoro's hand was gone.
Shit. He could practically feel the devilish look on the swordsman's face around him. Suddenly Zoro used the cook's thighs as leverage and Sanji's entire length was down the swordsman's throat. Instinctively, he thrusted into the throat roughly, causing Zoro's head to bounce off the cabinets. The noise gave Sanji the perfect cover for when the deep, aroused groan was torn from his throat.
"Sanji?! Are you okay?! What h-happened?" That mouth pull back and soon after, his entire cock was surrounded by a tight throat again.
"I'M FINE!" he yelled a bit too loudly. The noises had to turn into something. "Just thought I saw a bug is all. Kicked the cupboards a bit too hard. I'll bring it to you. Now, if you don't mind," he said through gritted teeth, implying the sharpshooter needed to get out.
"A-are yo-"
"OUT!" he growled. Usopp scampered away with a squeak and a slam of the door. Sanji glared down at the swordsman, who let the cook's cock slip from his mouth, but reached up to hold it in his hand. He had the gall to look like a dog that was being scrutinized by its owner.
Not a bad comparison.
A pretty green collar around his neck and a leash to match wasn't a bad idea. He could come back to that thought later though.
He grabbed Zoro's chin and tipped his head up, so their eyes met. Zoro still looked away shyly.
"That was a dirty trick you pulled. Such a naughty submissive. I'll just have to teach you a lesson." He stood back up and buried his fingers in Zoro's hair again. "Open." This time though, he pulled forcefully, shoving his cock down the swordsman's throat. He slid his hand down the the back of the green head and held Zoro's head in place as he began to thrust into the swordsman's mouth.
Zoro's tongue curled around the bottom of Sanji's cock as it was pushed into his throat. Tears began to build up in his eyes from the rawness of it, but he just wanted more. Sanji was showing his inner animal and it was something he'd never imagined seeing. On top of it all, the feeling of his throat being fucked raw by Sanji, was turning him on like crazy. It felt so good to finally feel like he could give his trust to one person, to trust that he wouldn't hurt him in any way he didn't like.
As the tears were pushed from his eyes, the cook slowed down, brushing the tears away with his thumb from his other hand. He gazed down at the swordsman's watering eyes looking up at him and his cock sliding in and out from between those luscious lips. He felt the familiar feeling coiling inside him and pet Zoro's hair in silent apology before shoving his cock down the man's throat again and holding his head there.
"Swallow," Sanji said, watching new tears fall from Zoro's eyes as he did as he was told. The muscles in the swordsman's throat tightened up around him and his vision went white as he came, shooting all he had straight down Zoro's throat. On reflex, he swallowed again, making it all the more pleasureable. Sanji gave a few light thrusts into the man's mouth as he slowly pulled his cock out, that last bits of his release painting Zoro's tongue white. "Keep your mouth open," he said, tucking himself back into his pants.
Zoro sat there, frozen, somewhat afraid of what punishments the cook would come up with if he didn't listen. Having his mouth and throat fucked raw turned him on, but the pain in his throat reminded him of the punishment behind the fun.
Sanji squatted down, bringing himself face to face with the swordsman. He didn't miss the tent in the man's pants.
"You look really hot like this," Sanji mumbled to himself, rubbing his thumb along Zoro's bottom lip. "Swallow it." Zoro shut his mouth and Sanji watched his adam's apple bob as the last of his seed slid down his throat.
As it went down, Zoro felt the burn of it in his recently turned raw throat and tried to hold back his flinch, but Sanji noticed it. His hand came to rest on the swordsman's cheek as the burn turned into a pleasant feeling.
"I'll make you some soup for dinner. It'll be easier to swallow than the chicken I planned for everyone else." The swordsman's facial expression changed to show the sad disappointment at hearing those words and Sanji laughed. "Don't pout. I'll put chicken in it, but the broth will help instead of trying to eat it straight." He leaned in and placed a kiss on Zoro's lips before pulling them both off of the floor.
Zoro was dumbstruck as Sanji slid a single hand into his pants. In one drag of the cook's finger, Zoro felt himself being pushed over the edge and he came, cursing under his breath. The fresh burn in his throat didn't take kindly to the words being spoken.
Sanji's hand appeared in front of his face with some of his own cum on the cook's index finger. "Clean it for me?" Reluctantly, he pulled the finger into his mouth, trying to resist the urge to start fighting back. However, after he swallowed, he realized why the cook did it. It had soothed his throat a little. "Go clean yourself up marimo. I have a dinner to finish making," Sanji said, returning to the sink to wash his hands off.
Still in his post orgasm trance, he left, feeling uncomfortable in his pants.
Standing outside the galley, he felt like he'd forgotten something. It took him a moment before he realized what it was.
Fuck! I was supposed to TALK to him! Cursing in his head, he went to take a shower.
A/N - Finally! I'm sorry it took so long! Hopefully, after this chapter, I'll get some more ideas and motivation to write!
May Eve- Omg! That comment made me so happy! I saw it when I woke up and it made my entire day!
Pajamaz- I hope you're satisfied. I know Sanji is xD
Fallendead667- Lol I planned on this already, but I added in it here, hopefully as a little sneak peek. I'm sorry if I didn't use it as much as you'd hoped for though :(
Guest- I tried! lol I wrote a few situations where they were interrupted, so I hope it was enough. It lead me to where this ended xD
KLM- Thank you! Well! Here's your update!
Any suggestions for the next chapter are always welcome! I always try to use every scenario that is suggested.
