Soooo…if the lack of fluff last chapter disappointed you, I've got your fix right here. Well, as much fluff as I could muster. They are still Zoro and Sanjji.
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"What?" No, he'd heard that wrong. "That's just because I was the one who was willing."
The swordsman growled. "You resented that you promised to help me, and you didn't hide it. You don't want to fuck a guy. But I still want you. So I'm an idiot, but you're the asshole."
"What?!" He hadn't resented helping…wait…he'd resented that Zoro only needed him, not wanted Sanji specifically. Had Zoro noticed and assumed it was disgust? "How fucking stupid are you? If I didn't want you, how would I get it up? How would I manage to cum inside you if the idea of you being a man sickened me?"
There was a moment of silence as they met each other's eyes, both angry and breathing heavily, and both searching for answers. Finally, Sanji decided to speak. "I didn't like doing that because I was your only choice. I felt used when you thanked me and left right after." The swordsman flinched. "It didn't mean anything; you just had your condition to take care of."
"You had just said that you liked girls. So I had no business being with you like that, forcing you to do something you hated. Maybe I'm a monster, but not that kind."
It took Sanji a moment to remember what the swordsman was talking about. "Oh. You asked which camp I was in, and I said it didn't matter, which it didn't. Because I liked girls. I still like girls, but…I like you too. Guys have never had any appeal to me…just you. The most masculine man, the farthest from a girl I could get…and I've never wanted anyone more in my life. It should sound crazy." The cook slid a hand a hand around the back of that tan neck and made sure Zoro was meeting his gaze. All or nothing, because his instincts were telling him he was finally reading the situation right. "But how I feel about you comes so naturally."
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Zoro thought his heart and dick might explode from hearing that. Did Sanji really mean that? Well, even if he had thought Sanji was straight, he'd never thought he was cruel, never thought he'd play with Zoro like this. So he meant what he said.
He pressed the blond man into the wall with another brief kiss before he said, "You bastard. You have no idea what that means to me."
"Well, no, because you haven't said anything, you stupid marimo. My cards are on the table. You aren't a fucking coward; stop hiding yours." Despite the harsh-sounding challenge, one of those wonderful hands was sliding up and down his spine soothingly.
No, the swordsman was not a coward. "I love you." He loved the way that blue eye got wide and the cook's breath seemed to catch. "I don't know how, and I don't know when, but I fell in love with the pervert cook."
Sanji's mouth was on his now, eager as he pressed his erection into Zoro's. When their lips parted, he asked, "You don't know?"
"I was doing a really great job of repressing everything until this all started. So, no, I'm not sure when this really became real."
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Of course Zoro didn't know because he had ignored his feelings. "Is it weird that I first found you attractive when you stood still and got your torso slashed?"
He could see the surprise on the swordsman's face before he said, "Yeah, that's weird, but no one on this ship could be accused of being normal. You liked me getting hurt?"
Idiot. "Of course not. But I was impressed with your conviction. Seeing how committed you were to your dream after I had given up on mine…I was jealous. Even if I thought you were the stupidest person under the sun for allowing yourself to get nearly killed."
A groan and Zoro's dick rubbing insistently on his thigh brought him back to the present. The marimo said, "I'm so hard and empty. Please fuck me, Sanji. I'll do whatever I have to to prove that this isn't just a curse."
"You already have. There's no curse that could make a stubborn asshole like you say you loved me if you didn't mean it."
Apparently Zoro wanted to do more than that, because Sanji gasped when the swordsman slid down to his knees and started undoing his belt and pants. And when that mouth took part of him in, he slid a hand into that green field of hair. As Zoro started moving and gradually took more of Sanji in, it was clear he had no more experience with this kind of thing than Sanji did. And even if there was a hint of teeth at one point that set the chef on edge in a bad way, he was still moaning and enjoying the swordsman's efforts.
Before he could get too far, he gripped that green hair and carefully pulled Zoro back. He pulled Zoro up again to kiss him, surprised that he didn't mind the taste of his own dick that faintly lingered there. Then he just hugged the swordsman close and whispered in his ear: "Let's go in the pantry. I'm going to fill you so up until you can't imagine being empty. No matter how many times we have to do this, or how many years it may take, I'm going to satisfy you. If I'm not good enough to do it now, we'll just have to practice every day until I get better."
He loved how that made Zoro hug him tighter. "I can get behind a training regimen like that." Then he was being eagerly pulled into the pantry.
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God, hearing those promises from Sanji, those words that meant this wonderful thing between them wasn't going to end anytime soon…Zoro wanted to feel that guarantee. He didn't even wait to be told, just set his swords aside and stripped down. He sat down with his knees up and slightly parted, leaning back on his hands to look at the man above him. "You too. I want to feel you this time."
One soft hand pressed against his chest until he was lying with his back on the floor, looking up at the chef who was spreading the swordsman's legs apart to kneel between them as he unbuttoned his shirt. "You want that, do you?"
Oh, that cocky tone that would normally piss him off was just making him shiver and feel even emptier. "Yeah, I want to feel every bit of you as you fill me up." He watched that shirt be discarded to reveal a pale expanse of chest. "I want to watch you fuck me this time."
Zoro was pressed down with a kiss for a moment before the chef pulled away to wrestle off his shoes. "Shouldn't it be 'making love' now?"
He shuddered from how badly he wanted that. "Well, if we love each other, fucking will be that sappy, right?"
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Sanji heard the uncertainty in the swordsman's tone. And he realized that he hadn't said it, not like Zoro had. "Yeah, I love you, you macho shitty swordsman. So I guess I can't fuck you without expressing that. Do you want me to 'fuck love' to you, then?"
The intensity of the moment was broken when Zoro started laughing. "That sounds terrible. Just pick one or the other since we've established it's the same thing for us."
Even if he was fighting down a smile, Sanji also had a sudden surge to dominate the bigger man, to make him take the chef seriously. He pressed him down hard onto the floorboards, hand sliding to the swordsman's dick. "Is that what you want? You want to get fucked until you're a quivering mess?"
That solid frame shuddered. "Yes. Fuck yes. Don't touch my dick; I just want you to fuck me and fill me up inside."
Sanji groaned as one hand felt around for where he hid the lube. "Do you have any idea how fucking hot you sound when you beg like that? When you first asked me to fuck you, I thought it was impossible that a big strong man like you would want someone like me on top of him. But you really do love it. And maybe it's the curse but…the way you said you wouldn't trust just anyone like this…I think it's really you that likes giving up control. It's you that loves that you can trust me with this. Am I wrong?"
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No, Zoro didn't think Sanji was wrong; it had been a somewhat embarrassing realization during his clearer moments the past few days. The need that the curse gave him made it easier to surrender control, but the swordsman could see himself doing that even if he was cured. It just felt too good to allow some weakness for himself, to let go. There was no other place he could afford to let his guard down, not if he wanted to be the world's best swordsman.
But outright admitting it was another thing entirely. "I trust you," was all he said.
"And you should," Sanji said. "All I want that control for is to give us both as much pleasure as I possibly can…to get as close as I can to you."
He followed those statements with sliding his pants off. They had already been open from Zoro's blowjob. And this was what Zoro had been waiting for. While the swordsman spent all his time on the deck, training under the sun (often with his shirt off), the chef spent his time in the kitchen, and when he was in the sun most of his skin was covered. It left his skin almost hypnotically pale. Zoro couldn't stop looking.
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Even if they'd settled that they loved each other, and even if they had already done this, Sanji felt incredibly self-conscious when Zoro was looking at him like that. "It's rude to stare." It sounded stupid and defensive even to him, but he couldn't take that look any longer.
A blink seemed to break the swordsman out of a trance. "Sorry, just…you're gorgeous."
Now he knew he was blushing. No way did hard-core-training macho-man Roronoa Zoro just call him "gorgeous". That was crazy. "I know I'm not chiseled out of stone and sun-drenched, but you don't have to tease me."
Those strong arms tugged him down against that hard body. "I'm not teasing. This lean muscle-" Zoro trailed his hands down Sanji's arms, sides, and slid them along his chest and stomach, eliciting a gasp and a quiver of said muscles that the chef couldn't hide. "And do you have any idea how incredible your skin is?"
"I…" He didn't know what to say to that.
A very tender, very gentle kiss was laid on his lips before the swordsman said, "You're everything I didn't know I needed. Looking back, I think I must have been blind."
Sanji's heart was racing from the kiss and those words. He had no idea Zoro had any romance in him. "Imagine how blindsided I felt when the perfection of manhood was the only person who could make me feel like this."
Thinking his heart couldn't take too much more of this, the chef leaned in to whisper in the swordsman's ear. "Imagining your hard naked body, sucking your cock to hear all the noises I could pull out of you…I never thought it would go like this, so I've had so many fantasies of you fucking me…all over the ship."
He had found the lube and was slicking up his dick as he enjoyed watching Zoro's pupils explode and body shake from the images he was giving him. "Oh, fuck! Just fuck me, Sanji, please. I need you inside."
Who was he to deny his love's needs?
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The sudden penetration was like cold water on a hot day: relief that was critical to his survival. He was no longer missing anything; Sanji slid in perfectly to make him whole. And facing each other, both naked? He'd never felt more exposed or turned on in his life. Meeting that blue eye under that ridiculous curly eyebrow was far more intense when Sanji was looking at him…with love.
God, the whole thing made him sappy and weak. But it was okay. This was the one person he trusted to see him vulnerable like this. The only one he could enjoy giving control to. "Thank you. God, I need you so badly."
As Sanji started to move he pressed a kiss to Zoro's lips. "You have no idea how incredible it is to hear you beg me to and thank me for fucking you. I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing it."
That wasn't quite right. Everything came to a halt as Zoro reached up to get ahold of Sanji's neck. He meant to grab the back and pull the chef close, but his hand closed around the front, not hard enough to hurt or choke, but if Sanji's eyes getting wide and the whimper he let out were any indication, it was the right amount of force for the blond-haired man. Guess they both enjoyed trusting the other. But they could explore that later.
"It's not just fucking, and it's not just the curse. I need you. Everything. Not just sex." Zoro didn't want there to be any confusion as to what was happening here and why. He let the chef's neck go to stroke down the side of his face. "I don't half-ass things, and I definitely won't be loving less than everything about you."
The chef's eyes looked wet as he swallowed once and sealed his mouth to the swordsman's before thrusting with renewed fervor.
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It wasn't fair for Zoro to spring this romantic and sentimental side on Sanji! Sure, the chef had fallen, but the damn marimo was making sure he'd never get up. The swordsman had him.
And that hand had sent his heart racing and sent fresh waves of heat through him. The strong calloused appendage could kill him instantly if the swordsman wanted. But it just held his throat, nothing violent or threatening. He had no idea that sort of thing turned him on, but he supposed when he was in love with a hardened killer, someone who could destroy him but never would…it was heady knowledge that that level of power would only rough him up, never truly hurt him. And fuck if it hadn't given him all kinds of ideas of how he wanted Zoro to get rough with him.
That ass was still greedy for him, but it was somehow gentler than before. Maybe because Sanji was taking it slower, but the clenching force was lessened. Maybe the swordsman's body trusted that Sanji would give him what he needed. This curse had given Zoro's ass, at least, a mind of its own.
He could never forget about Zoro himself, though. "But if you want me to beg, I will. Because I am so fucking empty inside. I won't be satisfied until you've filled up every bit of me. Please, Sanji. Please."
Okay, the time for moving slow was over. The chef started fucking the swordsman hard, revelling in the gasps and helpless cries it got him. They loved each other, but they both also loved this. They way Zoro would show this weakness, this submission only for him was intoxicating. No one else was allowed to have control over the swordsman like this. Just Sanji.
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Finally! He was being fucked in earnest and it felt so relieving and pleasurable he didn't know what to do with himself other than try to push back against those thrusts. But his lover placed a hand on his hip and gave him a devious smile. "I'm in charge, Zoro. Let me take care of you."
And after that he could only lie back and take it, loving every inch moving in and out, filling him up gradually. It wouldn't be long now; Sanji's thrusts were getting erratic, and Zoro was close to the edge as well. He had noticed he hadn't had the multiple orgasms that had been built up like lasts time, and he could only assume it was because he hadn't waited weeks to get proper attention.
"Oh, fuck, I'm close," Sanji said with a gasp. "Your ass is back to trying to keep me inside you. Are you close?"
Zoro snorted before a slight cry as Sanji nailed the right spot at the perfect angle. "Of course I am. As soon as you fill me up I'm going to lose it."
"Get ready to lose it because I can't last any longer!" No sooner had he finished speaking than Sanji shook and came, hot spurts inside making Zoro's brain fizzle out with how good it felt. The swordsman exploded all over his chest, practically screaming as the chef gave him everything he needed.
It took a few moments for them both to calm, and Sanji hovered over him to kiss him. It was gentle and languid, which was how he felt. Sanji was everything he needed.
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A knock came at the pantry door, and Luffy's voice came through. "Hey, I'm glad you guys are getting along again, but we're all trying to sleep. Can you keep it down?"
Sanji saw Zoro blush at the same time he felt his own cheeks burning. This hadn't been planned, so he hadn't sedated the crew. And the pantry was over the male bunkroom. But then both he and the marimo burst out laughing.
"Guuuuys…it's not funny. I'm tired, and Zoro begging to be fucked is loud and distracting."
They both grew silent and still at those words coming from their childish captain. Crap, Sanji didn't know if the swordsman wanted to come out about their relationship yet, much less have anyone know he preferred to be on bottom.
So when Zoro said, "Get used to it!" to their captain through the door, Sanji felt like he was floating with happiness.
There was a brief silence before Luffy said, "You're skipping out on your watch, Zoro."
The chef felt like groaning, because he knew that Luffy was playing the card he knew would get Zoro to move. The swordsman was honorable and didn't skip his turns to keep watch. Sanji knew he was about to lose his lover to duty. "You suck, Luffy."
"I'm going back to bed," Luffy said.
Zoro was already moving to put his clothes on. He took the handkerchief the chef offered to clean up his chest. Sanji sighed. "I'll bring you a snack in a little bit, huh? Since you missed dinner."
"Sounds good. For some reason spending time with you makes me hungry," the swordsman said with a smile.
Before the green-haired man could stand, Sanji pulled him in for a kiss. Whispering in his ear to feel a slight shudder pass through him was satisfying. "But at least your other hunger is satisfied, right?"
"Thoroughly satisfied. For now. But it sounded like you would be happy to help me when I'm feeling empty."
"Wow, I'm surprised an idiot like you was actually listening."
"When I have a pervert whispering promises in my ear, it catches my attention."
"Get to your watch if you're gonna leave. Shitty swordsman is the best we can do tonight, I guess."
"Like a shit cook would be better? Please."
Before he stood, Zoro pulled Sanji in for another kiss. It was deep, and those strong, calloused hands ran through his hair and down his spine, pulling the chef closer for a moment before letting go. It was startling how good the swordsman was at communicating love in gestures. When Zoro did that, Sanji didn't need to hear anything to know it. Zoro loved him.
But unlike his lover, Sanji was just fine with words. "I love you too, Zoro." And even as the swordsman walked away, it felt like everything was sliding into place, right where it belonged. Strange as it might seem to others, Zoro and Sanji fit.
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Had fun? I hope so. Luffy was a little OOC at the end, but I chalk it up to him being sleepy and me wanting to finish this before the end of the year.
Thanks for reading, and I'd love to hear what you thought of this, even if this is the last chapter.