Yeah…I can't write anything short. Or finish things before starting new ones. Fuck me.

Anyway, this wasn't as fluff as originally planned; one or two wrong comments and both of them get bent out of shape. But don't worry, as with all of my stories, it gets worse before it gets better.

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He wasn't going to push it. Whatever Luffy said, and whatever Zoro felt, it didn't change the fact that the love cook loved women. Sure, he might be willing to help the swordsman, and he might even enjoy the sexual attention (since it was apparently something he'd never had before), but that didn't mean he felt like Zoro did. And getting his hopes up and reading into things was unacceptable. If this had to happen, Zoro would have to keep reminding himself that what they did meant nothing. He'd had his torso sliced open and survived; he didn't need any more mortal wounds. And if that comparison indicated more serious feelings, it wasn't worth paying attention to.

The next night Zoro had first watch. That was fortunate, because he wasn't sure he could take another day like the one he'd just had. Every moment not touching himself was agony, the need eating away at him. And everytime he had his hand on his dick, he could just remember how that blond pervert's hand had touched him. The swordsman wasn't much for gentle, even before all this, any masturbation was fast and rough, only done when it really had to be.

But Sanji's hands stroked, caressed, and gently gripped him. Even though they hadn't been completely steady, as the cook was obviously inexperienced and nervous, those hands satisfied him in ways he couldn't satisfy himself.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't like Sanji's hands were entirely soft; his callouses were just different than Zoro's, from wielding knives and other kitchen implements rather than swords. But, yes, they were softer than the swordsman's.

Tonight. It had to happen tonight, or Zoro was going to lose it. He really didn't need an embarrassing spectacle like that in front of the rest of the crew.

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Zoro looked rough. Sanji didn't think he'd slept much, and the cook had never seen the other man look so on edge. He'd actually kicked Usopp in the face when it looked like he was headed towards the swordsman, and he'd told Chopper that Zoro was fine when the little doctor expressed concern at the marimo's deteriorating condition. The Devil Fruit reindeer just looked between Sanji and Zoro before grinning at the cook, saying he was sure that Zoro was in good hands. It only took a moment after Chopper walked away to realize the little doctor knew exactly what was going on.

He had promised to help Zoro and take care of his needs. Sanji wasn't a liar. So, using a special combination of ingredients and seasonings he had accidentally come across when experimenting, he made a meal that would make the crew very drowsy, so they would want to turn in early, and let them sleep soundly. Not strong enough to hamper them if something happened; the adrenaline would cut through it, but, barring an attack, they wouldn't have to worry about interruptions from the others. He caught Zoro's eye when he got into the kitchen where the others had already begun eating and shook his head after darting a look to the food and back. The swordsman got the message and just walked back out the door.

When the crew left the kitchen, yawning, it was only a minute, tops, before Zoro was in the kitchen, locking the door behind him, and attacking Sanji. The cook wasn't ready to be pinned to the wall next to the stove and kissed like the swordsman needed him or he'd die. All that muscle pressing against him, that mouth that didn't wait for an invitation, just met his and invaded without hesitation, and the moans as Zoro rubbed himself against Sanji had the cook hard in seconds. Fuck, Zoro was desperate.

The only way to break free long enough to speak was by sliding a hand in that short green hair and getting what little grip he could to pull the swordsman's head back. The needy whine as their mouths parted nearly undid Sanji. The strong, stoic man had been weakened by his condition, and the uncharacteristic behavior was as concerning as it was arousing. "Holy fucking shit, Zoro, calm down!"

"Can't. Need you." It was all that was said before Zoro pulled out of his grip and was on Sanji's mouth again.

And those two fucking words turned Sanji on to the point that nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but the swordsman who had stolen his affection and needed him with such desperation. He slid a hand down to that muscular ass and grabbed it to pull Zoro even closer. He wasn't remotely ready for the green-haired man to moan into his mouth and feel every muscle against him tense and that solid frame to shake like it was going to fly apart. Wait. Did he just…?

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The embarrassingly easy orgasm cleared Zoro's head a little. And made it easier to be embarrassed at all his behavior leading up to that point. All intentions of playing it cool and keeping distance between them had evaporated when he was alone with the man he loved, the man who had promised to fill up the emptiness inside of him.

Love? Fuck, when had that happened? He couldn't be in love with Sanji, right? This whole thing was driving him entirely out of control, and he hated it. He hated that these feelings he'd been fighting to keep down were not only surfacing, but making waves that threatened to drown him. Letting this go further was unacceptable.

Taking advantage of his momentary clear-headedness, Zoro said, "Sorry. Just…" He tried to think of something to explain away how deeply Sanji affected him.

"Your…condition is getting bad, yeah? Don't worry; it's okay. That meal had a lot of natural weak sedatives so we won't be bothered. I promised to help, and I'm…ready." The last bit was punctuated with a pause that belied the statement.

Zoro hated being taken care of. It meant he was weak. So why did Sanji's soft reassurances feel…good? It was just because his "condition" was only able to be fixed by the love cook. That's what was making a mess of him. That was the only reason he was dying to offer himself in the most vulnerable position he could think of.

The cook seemed to take Zoro's silence as skepticism. "Okay, I'm kind of nervous since this isn't my thing, but that won't stop me. If you need me, I've got you, Zoro."

Not "his thing". Right. Sanji liked women. It made it all the more irritating how much he enjoyed the blond-haired man saying his name. "Just shut up and fuck me."

There were a few seconds of silence where the cook wouldn't look at him. Then, eyes darting to the swordsman and away again, he said, "As long as we do it on the floor, we can do it in the pantry. It's the most private place on the ship, really."

Something about the way he said it triggered a thought. "Is that where you go to jack off?"

Sanji flinched as he pushed the swordsman away. "Yeah, so what? I don't do anything near the food." He double-checked that Zoro had locked the kitchen door and went into the pantry without waiting.

When Zoro entered the pantry, he didn't see the cook. Then a foot kicked his back and sent him sprawling face-first on the floor. Before he could get up and retaliate, that deceptively slim frame was on top of him, pushing him down with that startling strength. He'd never forget the first time he really saw Sanji fight; how astonished he was that a skinny little cook could kick ass like that.

But Sanji was hard and rubbing against Zoro's ass, and it felt so good and relieving that any desire to fight left him. "Fuck. Please. Inside me." His pride was not going to stop him from finally getting what he needed.

The weight on him was abruptly gone. "How can I fuck you with all your clothes on?"

Getting the indirect order and not caring enough to be indignant about it, Zoro got up on his knees and stripped off his shirt. He carefully set his swords aside before undoing his boots and sliding out of his pants, not relishing the feel of how the cum had dried and made them stick to his skin. Naked, he just lay back on the floor, feeling vulnerable and excited.

The cook was watching him with an expression he couldn't describe. But there was some amount of anger in it that told the swordsman that he wasn't dealing with the Sanji in the kitchen who reassured him. Something had upset him. Maybe it was finally sinking in that he was being forced to do these things to a guy. Maybe he resented Zoro's needs.

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Zoro only needed this. It didn't actually mean anything to him. And Sanji had known that, he had, but it was starting to hurt as he realized all the begging and saying he needed Sanji was only because the cook happened to be there. If Luffy was less of a kid, Zoro would probably be just as, if not more, happy to have him there.

The confidence their captain had given him had disappeared. The softer aspects he was seeing of Zoro were tempered with the knowledge that this could only happen because of the swordsman's condition. And the way Zoro had told him to "shut up and fuck me" had hammered home that Sanji was a means to an end. A chore.

But he wouldn't let Zoro see how he affected Sanji. No, they'd just have some fun and then forget about that night. It made him feel a little sick to put it in those terms.

The first thing to do, though, was get rid of those assessing eyes, watching with what Sanji would call concern, if he thought Zoro would feel such a thing. He moved and rolled the swordsman onto his front so he didn't have to look at that face for even a moment longer.

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Yeah, the love cook was irritated to be doing this. But he should have thought about that before promising to help. Zoro hadn't wanted to force the shit cook into doing anything, but if Sanji stopped now, the swordsman was confident it would actually kill him.

So he offered no resistance when he was rolled to face the floor. It helped that moments later his hips were lifted to leave his ass up in the air. As vulnerable as he felt, he was flooded with relief that something was finally going to fill that emptiness.

Slick fingers started circling and when one gently pushed in, he gasped. Then groaned as it sank further in. "Fuuuuuck…" It felt too good to have something filling him, even just the slightest bit. "That already feels so fucking good. More, please…" Another finger slid in. "Yessssss…"

"You're already loose and ready. Your body really does need this." Zoro couldn't interpret that tone.

"I need you. Please, just take me. You can do whatever you want if you just fill this emptiness." If it sounded desperate, it was because he was.

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The stupid marimo needed to stop saying shit like that. He didn't need Sanji, he needed his dick. So the cook just grabbed his lube (because he would never waste good cooking oil on masturbation, he always had some on hand) and slicked up his dick. God, it was really happening. He was going to fuck Roronoa Zoro up the ass while the man begged him for more.

Concern about how strange it was to see the man act weak and needy was gone. It was all Sanji was needed for: fixing this problem and getting Zoro back under his own control. No point in dwelling on how Zoro had looked at him with want that seemed more likely to burn Sanji than a hot frying pan. He wouldn't think about how the swordsman had kissed him like he'd been drowning and Sanji had been the only way he could breathe. It didn't matter.

He'd been telling the truth; Zoro's body seemed to welcome the intrusion of Sanji's fingers. When he started sliding his cock inside the swordsman, the eager hole seemed to suck him in. The cook was shaking from trying to hold back, because it was so hot and tight inside Zoro. It had been so easy going in, but now that ass didn't seem to want to let him out.

The best part, he thought, was the way Zoro cried out when Sanji was fully inside him. It took him a moment to realize that part of that tightness had been because the swordsman had cum again. The big man was panting and trembling, and Sanji slid a hand around to see if he was still hard or if Sanji needed to wait.

Searching fingers brushed a rock-hard cock, and Zoro whined like the cook had hurt him. "No!" When Sanji's hand retreated, the swordsman said, "Just you. I want to cum just from you filling me up."

And damn if that didn't push all the right buttons for Sanji. "Yeah? Well your body doesn't seem like it wants to be fucked since it won't let me go. Relax. I'll give you everything you need if you let me."

Where had that confidence come from? Sanji had never done anything with a man until he touched Zoro. He didn't know how to make anal sex feel good for his partner. It was probably the fact that just being penetrated had made Zoro cum; the bar was pretty low, so as long as Sanji could fuck him, he was betting it would satisfy the swordsman. That said, he really did want to be good at fucking Zoro.

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It was so much better than he had imagined. The pure pleasure and deep relief of finally having that aching emptiness filled had been enough to make him cum all on its own. If it felt less good he might have been embarrassed about how easy it was to make him lose control, but he'd hit the point where he'd given all the control to Sanji. The cook was in charge, and Zoro would take orders if it meant that Sanji didn't stop. So when told to relax, he tried. The promise of everything he needed made it easier. He eased some of the unconscious clenching he'd been doing, trusting that the blond man would keep his word.

There weren't words for the panic that filled him as Sanji pulled out. He couldn't go back to that void, that need. But when the cook immediately slammed back in, causing a bloom of pleasure inside, he knew that he was safe. He wasn't being abandoned.

He didn't spare any thoughts about how weak he was as he reveled in Sanji filling him up over and over again. Every time the chef slammed home inside him, that burst of pleasure grew greater, and Sanji was only increasing in speed. Before he got past medium, Zoro came again, an explosion of uncontrollable pleasure and satisfaction.

"God, you keep cumming. You ever gonna stop?" That breath on his ear gave him goosebumps.

Zoro looked up and over his shoulder, surprised to find that Sanji was still dressed. Too focused on the dick filling him, he hadn't noticed all the fabric where Sanji's warmth touched him. It was disappointing. He had been looking forward to seeing and feeling all of that pale skin the cook hid out of sight under his suits.

"Mmm, not until you fill me up all the way. I won't be able to stop cumming until I'm full of your dick and cum." That wasn't what he intended to say, but it was true.

The blue eye he could see got wide and the pupil grew at his words. "Fuck, Zoro, you're getting a hell of a lot closer to your wish."

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He couldn't stand that gaze. The way Zoro looked at him was…not just needy. There was something fond about it, a shade of attachment that made Sanji ache to look at. This was all about Zoro's curse and reading into any of it would destroy Sanji eventually.

But he wasn't lying; it wouldn't be too much longer before he couldn't hold on. The drag on his dick as Zoro resisted him pulling out combined with the almost gravitational pull as he thrust back in were better than he ever thought sex could be.

His smooth thrusts were devolving into slamming frantically into the swordsman. "Fuck, Zoro. I can't…much longer."

"Don't try. Just finish it. God, Sanji, finish inside me so I can be whole." The marimo sounded almost drugged as he said it. He hadn't turned away, hadn't stopped looking at the chef, and temptation was intense. If he would stop looking at Sanji like that, he could keep things clear. But the idiot didn't look away.

A handful of that green hair to get an uncertain grip, and Sanji had pulled Zoro up to kiss him. The swordsman moaned into it as his body released again, that strong frame trembling uncontrollably and muscles tense. The way he clamped down on Sanji was almost too intense.

Sanji liked this position more. Both on their knees, but Zoro bent forward a little and spread for him. It let him look at and touch all of the swordsman as much as he wanted. If he pulled Zoro's back flush with his chest, he could look down and see how wrecked Zoro's hard body was with all the pleasure Sanji was giving him. How his cock bounced freely with each thrust because the swordsman only wanted to cum from the chef's dick.

It was a little disappointing that he couldn't feel that glistening tan skin against his, but he'd decided that he was risking enough doing this; adding intimacy by actually being naked in front of Zoro was a bad idea.

So close now. "FUCK! Oh, fuck, Zoro, I'm going to cum so hard. You have no idea…"

The swordsman turned his head to look at Sanji again, and one strong calloused hand gripped the back of the cook's neck to make sure he held the swordsman's gaze. "Do it. Fuck, I'm begging you to cum inside me. I need you. Please."

Nothing could have held back his orgasm after that. Everything spilled out of him, his cum, his voice, his self-control. The way the swordsman came worried Sanji that he would fly apart; he was nearly vibrating. He wrapped his arms around that muscled torso as he finished emptying himself. It felt good to cum with Zoro in his arms.

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Panting, Zoro slowly came down from the high. As good as it felt to be filled up with Sanji's dick and cum, and however satisfied he felt at that moment, he just knew it wasn't over. This curse was going to come back again, and he would need Sanji again. Who was he kidding, he needed Sanji all the time, curse or no curse.

They slumped into each other, both breathing heavily, until Sanji at last pulled out and away. Already feeling awkward, grasping for something to say, he asked, "How did you know what to do?"

"Oh, there was a chef that would talk about his 'adventures' with other guys. Most of the guys would tell him to shut up, but I could tell some were interested."

There was no stopping the follow-up question. "And which camp were you in?"

The cook shrugged. "It didn't matter one way or the other, because I liked girls."

It was like getting sucker-punched in the gut and the dick at the same time. Time to leave. "Thanks for this." He started pulling on his clothes, hating his crusty pants, but he needed to wear something to go to the bathroom to clean up. And that's what he would do, clean up and sit on watch and forget that the chef had been forced to fuck him to help him.

A small noise escaped Sanji and Zoro turned to look. The chef looked frustrated. "Is that all you have to say?"

"What do you want me to say?" The swordsman refused to apologize that Sanji had to do such disgusting things with a man. Sanji agreed to this; he could have said no.

After a pause, Sanji didn't answer, but asked a question of his own: "Are you full now?"

Zoro blushed. "For now…but I think it isn't all gone. I might…need you again."

Maybe not, because the chef looked nauseous. "I just…"

Fuck it. "Nevermind. I'll just take care of it myself. Don't worry about it." And Zoro left before Sanji could do something like thank him for sparing the cook the suffering.

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"You and Zoro are really grumpy now."

"Fuck off, Rubber Boy. Get lost until dinner."

"That's what I'm talking about."

"Then go bother the marimo and let me cook in peace or you won't eat anything tonight."

"Zoro!"

"Leave me alone, Luffy."

"That's what Sanji said. You guys were supposed to be good, but it went bad. Why?"

"Because heterosexual guys don't like fucking other guys."

"But Sanji isn't straight."

"His swooning over every woman he crosses paths with means he is."

"People can like both, Zoro. Don't you?"

"…it doesn't matter."

"Sure it does! You like guys and girls, Sanji likes girls and you…it works out perfect!"

"Shut up, Luffy."

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The marimo just kept getting worse. Sanji had expected him to go find someone when they got to the next port, but when the cook came back from shopping, it was clear the swordsman hadn't left the ship. So, as far as he was concerned, the idiot's problems after they cast off again were his own fault.

It was getting bad when Zoro nearly ended up in a fight with Luffy. The rest of the crew (besides Chopper, who just looked sad) were shocked. They knew something was wrong with the first mate but attacking the captain for something he had said was crazy. Zoro loved Luffy; they were best friends. The skirmish ended before it really began when the rubber man whispered something into the swordsman's ear. Whatever he said made Zoro push him away and retreat.

Despite himself, he worried about the green-haired moron when he didn't show up for dinner that night. He'd only been eating one plate every night before escaping the company of everyone else. Given how much energy the swordsman usually expended training (although his problem made him train less lately), Sanji knew he wasn't getting enough food.

Maybe…maybe he would make a snack for the marimo. He knew he had first watch tonight, so maybe he could give it to Zoro and leave without having his head bitten off. It wasn't like he cared because it was Zoro; Sanji just hated to see anyone go hungry.

He didn't have to go looking. He had just finished the dishes when the swordsman came in, that familiar burning look in his eyes, and pinned Sanji to the wall with a kiss. And, oh, he'd missed that.

The passion sweeping him away was broken when Zoro parted their lips briefly to say, "Oh, fuck. Please fuck me."

It was like a bucket of ice water. Because, no, he wasn't doing this again. The first time he had offered to help he ended up feeling sick and used. He pushed the swordsman away, saying, "Hell no. Get off of me." The whine that got him was so pathetic that it hurt.

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What was he doing? He'd planned on avoiding the kitchen after the day he'd had. It was about as bad as the first time they'd done it, so he knew he couldn't risk the temptation. But he'd just walked into the galley anyway against his will.

But it hurt. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come in here…can't control myself." He needed to leave now. So why couldn't he make his feet move?

The cook growled, and the swordsman loved it. "Why didn't you just go into town at the last port, you stupid bastard?"

How did Sanji not already understand? "Because I can't trust just anyone with this, you curly-browed creep. Do you really think I could just find a stranger? Hell, for all I know, talking to a stranger is what got me into this mess in the first place!"

That got him a brief look of surprise before Sanji said, "Then get Luffy to help you."

Body moving of its own accord again, Zoro pushed Sanji back into the wall as he growled, "I don't want Luffy. I want you."

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Dick move to end it there, I know. But the wrap-up might take a while, and I wanted to give you something more to read. Hopefully nothing seems too strained. Probably a little rushed, but, hey, I wouldn't be moseying if I had a "Fuck Me" curse hitting critical mass either.

Also, I know Zoro's ass was behaving strangely, but that was also the curse. XD

The interlude of pure dialogue helped me shorthand Luffy's reaction, since I was on a roll and wanted to keep moving with the plot. Afterwards, I kinda liked it, so I left it that way.

Please review if it suits you, and thanks for reading!