radicalelle asked you:
Holy jesus! Zoro using a knife on Sanji is FANTASTIC. If you were to write another of these, could you switch the perspectives again, but retain the intimate nature of this one?
The first time he caught Sanji he was drawn into a panic, thinking that the cook was trying to kill himself or something. Sanji had to kick his ass to the ground and explain that it was more about getting off than it was hurting himself.
He'd done what he always did when he thought the cook was bullshitting him, he pushed him. Sanji had smiled smugly like he was getting what he wanted and pulled Zoro to the ground. He'd pressed the knife into his hand, peeled his shirt off and eyeballed him.
"Try me." He'd challenged.
Though he'd been scared of really hurting the cook the blonde had walked him through the beginning of it until he'd caught on that it was less to do with pain and more to do with control. Sanji was trusting him, giving him the ability to mutilate or kill him, lying out like some skinned rabbit completely defenceless and trusting that Zoro had him.
If he'd wanted to he could have gutted the cook, he could have carved his name into the blonde's body for all to see, just so they'd know how messed up the cook was. But watching the way Sanji's jaw went slack and his eyes glazed over as the knife pulled thin ribbons of crimson through that perfect pale skin… how could he want anything else?
He might have been the one with the knife but Sanji was the one in control. Sanji knew that he could grab Zoro at any time and make him use that blade on him, Zoro couldn't say no. He was fascinated with this headspace that Sanji got into, all boneless and trusting with wide doe eyes and the softest whimpers. He got it by then, he really did. The cook was so controlled and put together the rest of the time, always on top of what everyone else was doing. So he needed this, he needed time to be able to shove all the control into someone else's hands, his hands (and how the hell did he ever get so lucky to deserve that?). Sanji needed time to just be real and raw, to just be the one to be at someone else's whim.
It filled Zoro's chest full to bursting that it was him that Sanji trusted for that. He loved the cook for it more than he could possibly say, but he didn't want to risk everything for it. He knew that it was kind of an erotic thing for the cook too but that didn't mean that he wanted to share that as well and Zoro would never abuse his trust when he was under to press the matter.
One time he couldn't hold his feelings back anymore and kissed the cook before they started. Sanji had blinked at him in surprise once, twice and then grinned.
"Fuck yeah." The cook had smiled, dragging him to the floor and forgetting about the blade for once. Zoro couldn't be happier.