One Piece isn't mine. So please don't sue me…
Warning: This story is yaoi, which is a term of
Japanese origin used to refer to work that refers to homosexual relationships
between male characters.
Boy love. So if this isn't your thing, please go back
now.
The noises came to Usopp's sharp ears as he was passing the galley, on a quest for the board games stashed in the men's quarters. Frowning, he pressed his ear to the door. The sharpshooter jerked back hastily; a flush springing to his cheeks that could have rivaled Luffy's shirt. He could think of only one thing that would result in those sorts of sounds, but… Sanji and Zoro? Usopp leaned back towards the closed door. Just to be sure.
A series of grunts broke the silence.
"Oi, Zoro." Sanji's breathless voice whispered. "Push... harder."
"I'm trying." Several moments passed, punctuated only by the sound of heavy breathing. "Maybe if you... spread your legs a little more... we could get better leverage."
Usopp's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
"Fuck you."
"Too late, I'm already doing that." Zoro's voice sounded smug.
A sudden, loud gasp rasped from the cook's throat. "It's… I'm… almost… coming!" Wood groaned rhythmically as though something rocked repeatedly against it. "Dammit, marimo-head," the cook moaned. "Harder."
The swordsman groaned. "S-Sanji!"
Blood shot from the liar's nose as his eyes rolled up into his head and he fainted dead away, slumping hard against the door.
A strange noise tore Sanji's attention from the heavy cabinet Zoro had been helping him move, curly blonde eyebrow quirked questioningly. "Are those assholes playing football on the deck again or something?"
The swordsman swiped sweat from his brow with the back of a hand and shrugged, wandering over to open the door. Both he and the blonde gaped at Usopp's bloodied face as the man slid into a heap just inside the door.
"Huh." Sanji poked the liar's unconscious form with a foot. "Wonder what's wrong with him."