Author's Note: Okay, uh, first, I've never written anything like this, so go easy on me. I also did lots of research on flowers for the sake of this chapter and I know that people said they'd either go to Luffy or Usopp for advice and since I've mainly been having Nami help them (because it's very amusing for me), I decided to give Usopp the show this time. Also since I barely put him in here. I'm just better at writing about Nami, Luffy, Zoro and Sanji and that's the main reason for the whole limiting the cast. Now you'll see in the warnings that there's some sexual content in this chapter. I'll be marking it with the break thingy that Fanfiction provides and it'll appear again when it's over. I don't own One Piece. Also, I'm asking now and I'll ask at the end. There's a character in this chapter who is not part of One Piece at all, but who is not an original character either. Can you tell me where he's from? I omitted his name, but I left tons of hints. Which means I don't own him.
Beautiful Disaster
By: Setkia
Full Summary
Sanji is the assistant cook of the world-renowned restaurant, the Baratie, the only restaurant like it in the world. He's a successful chef and flirts with the customers every chance he can get but there's a problem. It's all a facade. The cooks give a new meaning to the word "abusive", both mental and physical. The only thing keeping Sanji alive is his love for cooking and a good ol' pack of cigarettes.
Zoro Roronoa is a swordsman who suddenly has more change in his pocket than he expected and enters the Baratie by recommendation. His waiter happens to be a curly browed man with an adoration for cigarettes. An attempt speak to the head chef goes horribly wrong and he gets sucked into the crumbling world of the chef's, wondering how he can possibly save him and better yet, why does he want to save him in the first place?
WARNINGS, the following things are present in this chapter of Beautiful Disaster:
Um, we've finally gotten some sexual content that's consensual.
Chapter 26: A Gift To A Swordsman
Zoro was not allowed to do that.
He wasn't allowed to be remarkably sweet one day and make Sanji feel indebted to him. As though taking him in hadn't already made Sanji feel as though he owned the swordsman just about everything, including his life, for his little act on his hero complex. It wasn't his fault that the green-haired Marimo had an obsession with saving people. On his desk, there was now a list written in Zoro's messy handwriting, naming all of his favourite things about Sanji. He honestly thought at least half of them were lies, but he wouldn't protest because he knew that Zoro wouldn't like it.
Fuck, what could he give him that would even begin to show half of his gratefulness towards him? Zoro had told him he didn't want his gratefulness, but that didn't mean Sanji wasn't still grateful. It was as though the swordsman thought he could do wondrous acts of kindness and expect nothing in return. Fuck him for being such a nice citizen, that made displaying his gratefulness nearly impossible.
Sanji sighed. He was standing in front of Luffy's apartment, rolling on the balls of his feet, absolutely certain he was going to regret this. When he had been in doubt before about Zoro's birthday gift, he had gone here. Well, more accurately, he had been forced here by the power of Nami's beauty, but that was just a technicality. If he was going to be honest, he was pretty sure that while he himself had come up with the birthday gift, he could give Zoro's idiot friends some credit for the idea suddenly sparking him.
Gathering up his pride off the floor, Sanji knocked on the door.
Maybe he shouldn't do anything. Zoro didn't want to be repaid, so maybe he shouldn't bother.
But he bothered to get you out of there. He helped you, a totally lost cause and you're better because of it. He's saved your life, he's helped you get back on your feet, he's given you a place to call home, a roof over your head— he got you a fucking phone for crying out loud! He gave you friends, he gave you shelter—
There's no need to make it sound like he saved me from the brink of death.
But didn't he?
His thoughts were cut off when the door opened.
Sanji was expecting Nami or Luffy to answer the door. Who he wasn't expecting was—
"Usopp?"
The long-nosed man laughed. "Hey Sanji! I'm house-sitting for Luffy," said Usopp with a big smile. "What can I do for you?"
"But where are Luffy and Nami?"
"Oh them? They're fighting over the new furniture they want to get," Usopp replied. "See, the thing is, Nami says that Luffy takes up too much space on their bed, says he sprawls himself all over it and she swears, he stretches like rubber and takes up the whole bed. So they're going to get a new mattress."
"Why are you er … house-sitting, you called it?"
"Oh me?" Usopp laughed again. "It was Nami's idea. She decided that since I took down an entire army of freaky vikings on my own, unarmed and singlehandedly, I was better than any alarm system they could ever buy!"
"Right," Sanji said disbelievingly. "Then I guess I'll go—"
"Oh come on, tell Usopp what's the problem, I can help, I swear!" Usopp saluted to him. "Scout's honour!"
"I find it hard to believe you were a scout."
"Believe it anyway! Talk to me Sanji, what's the big deal? Problems with a certain swordsman?"
"You mean that Marimo?" Sanji shook his head. "Why would I be having problems with him?" he lied through his teeth. Unfortunately, living with Zoro had made him a worse liar. He hadn't had to lie in so long, it felt weird to and the words tumbled out of his mouth strangely. He gave Usopp a fake grin to try to pull it off.
"Well, that would be cause you're dating him, right?"
"Who told you that?" Sanji demanded.
"Nami. She got it out of Zoro," Usopp replied with a big grin on his face. Seeing the look on Sanji's face, Usopp paled. "Should I have not said that?"
"I'm going to fucking kill him," Sanji decided. The moment he got back to that shit apartment, Zoro Roronoa could consider himself dead. He'd make sure to put thistles on the Marimo's grave, they were prickly and spiky. It was perfect for the idiot. He'd make his friends write his eulogy because at that moment, he couldn't think of a single redeeming quality of Zoro's.
Liar.
"Now don't do anything rash," said Usopp, holding out his hands. "Why don't you come in and we'll talk?"
Sanji chewed on his cigarette, mumbling under his breath about how he was ready to fucking impale the bastard. He sighed and kicked off his shoes, putting on slippers before entering the house and leaning against the wall as usual. It felt wrong to sit in Luffy and Nami's apartment, regardless of how well he had come to know them.
"So what's the problem?" asked Usopp, taking a seat on the couch. He looked like one of those therapists who wore glasses with their hair tied up in a tight bun, a clipboard in hand as they muttered "yes" and "how does that make you feel?" before they piled you up high on drugs and sent you on your way.
Sanji let the smoke out, his chest feeling a bit tight. God, was he seriously talking to Usopp about this? "How … how would you …" Sanji turned his head away from Usopp, trying to fight down the blush on his cheeks. It wasn't his fault the room was so fucking hot. "You know … if you were to … uh, show … that you're thankful towards … someone?" he trailed off. He had done a few things for Zeff, sure, but those were easy things. That was something like mastering a new recipe, working hard as a waiter or as a cook. For Zoro … dear God, what could he do? He could cook dinner, but he did that all the time and he highly doubted that Zoro would appreciate that. Well, maybe he would, but the deeper meaning behind it was lost on him.
Usopp grinned. "Oh! I know just the thing!"
"Really?" Sanji asked, not daring to hope too much.
"Well, there was this woman whose life I saved a few years back—"
"I'm not a fucking woman!"
"Calm down, I know you're not," Usopp said, shaking his head. "Well, in return to show her thankfulness … let's see … she gave me flowers. Oh and she gave me chocolate."
"Zoro hates chocolate. Too sweet." Sanji made it a point to know all of Zoro's preferences when it came to food, making it easier to cook for him.
"Okay fine, no chocolate. She also told me herself she was grateful—"
"Won't work, Marimo's too damn nice to think he needs to be thanked. Bastard."
"She gave me small gifts—"
"We already know how fucking well it goes when I try to figure out a gift for the damn moss-brain!"
Usopp shook his head. "I think you did pretty well on your gift. Zoro loved it." He shrugged. "I don't know, I guess showing your gratefulness towards someone changes depending on the person who's being grateful and the person who's receiving the thanks. It doesn't really matter what worked for me, though, does it?"
"What do you mean?" Sanji asked, leaning forward slightly from his pillar.
"I mean— and don't start yelling at me at how sappy and corny I sound— but it shouldn't really matter what the gift is, should it? As long as it's from the heart and the person receiving it knows it, doesn't that show you care enough? Whatever you get Zoro, he'll love it since you're already putting this much thought into it. You just put aside your pride to ask for help, which takes big guts. You really want this to be something great for him, don't you?" he asked.
"Well … yeah," Sanji muttered. Usopp didn't know his past, he didn't know the reason he was freaking out so much was because if Zoro's good deeds towards Sanji each had a price labeled on them, Sanji would be bankrupt already. He didn't know the extent of what Zoro had done for him.
"Then don't worry. Do what you think he'd want."
Sanji nodded, but he still felt uneasy.
"Okay," he muttered.
"Hey," said Usopp, putting a hand on Sanji's shoulder. It was already indication enough of the effect Zoro had on him, that he wasn't flinching under Usopp's touch. "Relax. Zoro likes you. He really likes you to get in a relationship with you. I can count on one hand how many people he's dated, and that's including you. Whatever you do, he'll love it."
Sanji nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat, the tightness in his chest increasing.
Lighting up another cigarette, he felt stupid standing in front of a flower boutique.
There was a man behind the counter. He was fucking tall, with dark hair and blue eyes wearing a dark apron. He came over to Sanji and smiled at him. "Can I help you with anything?"
"You wouldn't happen to sell thistles, would you?"
The man laughed. "Why would you want to buy a thistle?"
"Because it fits him perfectly," Sanji muttered under his breath.
"Do you know the symbolism of thistles?" asked the man curiously.
"They have symbolism?" Sanji asked, his eyes widening in surprise.
"All flowers do."
"Is a thistle really a flower?"
"To the Scottish it is," the man replied with a shrug. "They say that thistles represent pain, protection and pride."
"Huh." Sanji smirked. "Still fits."
The man let out a laugh. "How about I help you? I'm sure we have something for him that isn't as prickly or annoying," he said.
Sanji blinked. "You … you aren't surprised that I'm buying flowers for a guy?"
The man shook his head. "No, I've got a male lover myself."
"W-we're not l-lovers!" Sanji spluttered, trying to fight down a blush and failing miserably.
"I'm sorry for making assumptions," the man replied. "How about some delphiniums?" asked the man, gesturing towards purple flowers that kind of reminded Sanji was violets. "Do you know what these symbolize?"
"Humanity's ability to give things the stupidest names?"
The man shook his head. He didn't even look offended at Sanji's insult. "These flowers represent the infinite possibilities that surround us, believing anything is possible."
Sanji nodded, though he didn't completely like flowers all that much, he had to admit they were pretty flowers. "Interesting," he mumbled. "What about those?" he asked, pointing towards the roses. "I know those symbolize love, but isn't that kind of a pain?"
"It doesn't necessarily always symbolize love, but more often then not, they do," said the man. "Why do you think it's a pain?" he asked, tilting his head with a look of complete innocence about him, genuinely curious.
"Well I mean, sure, they look pretty," Sanji said, gesturing towards a nice red bouquet. "But there are thorns. Don't all roses have thorns? They're sharp and prickly, but they're also deceiving, looking pretty. It makes you want to touch them. I know that roses have soft petals, but the thorns …" He trailed off before shaking his head. "Anyway, isn't it just kind of strange? That they would choose a beautiful, but dangerous flower to symbolize love?"
"Well … isn't love like that?" asked the man.
"What do you mean?"
"Isn't love the same way? It's beautiful but dangerous, isn't it?" He smiled. "It's letting someone hurt you and trusting them not to. It's soft like the petals but it's also just a tad painful. It looks nice and pretty, but when you get up close, you realize how tricky and prickly it can be. And then you just need to teach yourself to maneuver yourself around the thorns. Sure, you won't always be successful, but in the end, isn't it worth it? Love hurts, but why do you think people fall in love anyway? The pain is part of the joy of falling, isn't it? It's better to have loved and lost than to have not loved at all. Isn't that what they say?"
Sanji stayed silent.
"Well, that's what I think at least," the man finished sheepishly.
Sanji nodded. He wasn't silent because he thought what the dark haired man had said was stupid. Rather, it was that what he said made sense. Love really was crazy, wasn't it? He shook his head. No, he wasn't in love with Zoro— though he might be soon, he was so fucking close to it anyway. "Anyway," he said, trying to change the topic. "Um, what would you recommend?"
"Well, let's see … what do you want the flowers to be for?"
"Well …" Sanji trailed off. Was he really going to explain his story to a stranger at a flower boutique? "I've kinda been in trouble for the past few years— nothing illegal, I'm not mixed up with the yakuza or anything, but … Anyway I was in a really rough spot for a while and this guy just kind of … I don't know, he just helped me. Got me back on my feet, he … he saved me really. And I don't know what to do for him." Apparently, he was.
"How about a carnation?" asked the flower boutique person. "Pink ones represent gratitude."
Sanji shook his head. "Nah, they're too girly." Sanji's eyes were drawn towards two flowers in particular. A white one that reminded him just a little of a lily and a pink one that seemed to spread out like a rose would in full bloom. "What about those?"
"The pink one's a peony and the white one's a Star of Bethlehem," said the man. "They represent healing and hope respectively."
"Could you … could you make me a bouquet with those two flowers?"
"Are you sure the peony isn't too girly for you?" the man teased with a smile.
"Just wrap it, alright?" demanded Sanji, rolling his eyes.
The man chuckled. "Of course."
Sanji felt stupid as he put the flowers in a jar. The bastard Marimo didn't even have a decent vase to put the flowers in.
Staring at the bouquet, Sanji felt stupid.
Sure he had put great thought into his gift of flowers, but he felt as though it was too … normal. Too many people gave others flowers. In fact, that boutique shop employee had mentioned that when he had passed his proficiency exams, his lover had given him flowers to congratulate him. It was just so … typical. He knew that he and Zoro weren't typical so doing something so mundane, it felt strange.
He wouldn't take the flowers back, especially not after the time that employee had spent teaching him the "deeper meaning of flowers" and shit like that. Nah, he'd keep them. He just needed something else he could do for Zoro.
It seemed he'd be living in the kitchen once again.
He made every one of Zoro's favourite meals, including sea king meat, which as rather hard. He cooked until he was practically sweating on the meal, his sleeves had to be rolled up, he had no other choice. After all, he couldn't very well work while getting dough and such on his sleeves. Not on his good shirt. Not that he considered wearing his crummy shirt instead.
As he kneaded the bread, that list came back to him.
Your hands.
He watched his fingers as they roughed up the dough. Of course he thought his hands were his treasure, he wouldn't be able to cook without them, should he ever damage his hands, he'd probably go through a life crisis. But at the same time, he didn't think there was anything that spectacular about them. It was what his hands could do that was amazing, the meals and dishes that were created because of them, but he had seen Zeff do the same thing. That didn't make his hands any different from Zeff's. He knew Zeff had beautiful hands, callused, large and hard-working.
When he put the dough in the oven, he spent some time staring at his scars, something he rarely ever did. With his newfound resolution to never cut again, it didn't hurt as much. To know that he had these scars … Zoro had listed them in fact. He said he liked Sanji's scars.
Why though? Why would you like something so ugly?
He was ashamed of them. That he had to find peace in causing himself harm, it was disgraceful. That he had to do such things in order to attain peace of mind. It hurt him. The scars were hideous, they tarnished his already stupid looking skin. He wanted to cry every time he saw them, thinking he was weak.
Your strength.
But then again, without these scars, would he have ever known Zoro? Would he have ever taken notice in him? Because as much as Sanji tried to hide it, he was grateful for Zoro's intrusion on his life. He was grateful he had met the swordsman and even considered it to be the very thing that had changed his life so drastically. He owed his life to him, he owed his very existence to him.
As he worked, other things came to him.
Your flexibility.
Your hips.
Your passion for cooking.
Your determination.
Your smile.
Your smirk.
The way you hold your cigarette.
The way you lick your finger before turning the page in a book you're reading.
The way you fight with everything you have.
Your spirit.
Your perseverance.
Your ability to be immune to idiots.
Your thoughtfulness.
The way you say "pardon".
The way you think black is a colour (it's not).
Your words games.
Your fucked up eyebrows.
Your analytical mind.
How you let down your guard, just a little around me.
The way you kick.
Your humbleness.
Your innocence.
Innocence. Sanji didn't believe he had any and yet Zoro claimed he did. He didn't bother asking about it. Instead when he was done cooking, he collapsed on the couch, turned on the TV and used that awful soap opera Zoro enjoyed as his white noise as he tried to fall asleep before Zoro got back.
When Zoro returned, he stared at the feast the same way he had stared at it the first time Sanji had made him one.
"What's the occasion?" asked Zoro, dropping his gym bag on the floor and carefully setting aside his swords. He took a seat at the table, probably knowing if he argued, Sanji would force him into his seat anyway.
"Wanted to test out a few recipes," Sanji said. Wow that sounded lame, even to him. He took a moment to breathe, trying to calm himself. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he readied himself for Zoro's response.
The swordsman merely shrugged and dug in after a hurried "itadakimasu".
Sanji sat across from him all the while, watching him eat. He still felt as though Zoro's table manners needed some work, but at least he had him thanking people for his meal before he ate now. Still though, it felt as though he hadn't done enough. He ate and they spoke about pointless things. Just about everything, now that he thought about it. It almost felt as though nothing had changed, except for the occasional moments when Zoro asked Sanji to pass the salt or something and their fingers brushed. In those moments, Sanji remembered Zoro's words.
When the meal was finished, Zoro thanked Sanji for the meal again and was about to leave the kitchen when Sanji spoke.
"Oi, Marimo!" he called.
"Eh?" The swordsman turned around and gave Sanji a funny look. "What is it?"
"You going to help me clean up?" he asked.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously," Sanji repeated.
Zoro sighed and went with him to the sink. "Let me guess, you wash, I dry?" he asked dryly.
"Don't look so pissed, I'll start to think you hate my company," Sanji teased.
Zoro looked at him straight in the eye. "Never. Don't even joke about that."
Sanji nodded and started to scrub furiously at a plate.
"So what's with the new decor?" asked Zoro, nodding towards the bouquet of flowers.
Instantly, the tension that seemed to hover in the air disappeared while Sanji recounted his story about how there was a giant of a man working a flower boutique, talking freely about his sexual escapades with his older boyfriend. He didn't mention the man's insightful lecture on love.
"So what do those flowers mean?" asked Zoro.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he told you that flowers meant something right? So what was the meaning behind those flowers?"
Sanji bit his bottom lip, cleaning the soap out of a glass. "Um, well, the pink ones represent healing," he said softly. "And the white ones are a symbol for hope."
Zoro swallowed thickly. "Sanji …"
Sanji turned his head away. "Don't get all sentimental on me now, Marimo, I just decided the place needed something new. You need to get a fucking proper vase you know," he added. "That's a fucking stupid jar I had to put them in."
"It's looks stupider cause you put flowers in it," Zoro said, rolling his eyes. "Did you seriously ask for thistles?"
"Why not?"
"Cause they're prickly. That'd be like asking for a cactus."
"Cacti need less management," Sanji said. "Less water, less care." He shrugged. "The Scottish like thistles."
"Yeah and they believe in unicorns," Zoro added.
"I bet if you went to Scotland, they'd worship you, thinking you're a leprechaun." He smirked at Zoro's frown.
"Take that back!"
"Nope, it's your fault for having green hair, Marimo," said Sanji.
SPLASH!
Sanji blinked. Soapy water dripped down his face, nearly getting in his eye. He glared at Zoro. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?" he demanded. "You could've gotten that in my eye. I could've become blind!"
Zoro seemed to back away, scared of Sanji's accusations.
"You bastard!" Sanji snapped. "How well do you think that would've gone? Fucking blinding the person you're in a relationship with?"
Zoro looked guilty. "I'm s—"
SPLASH!
Zoro wiped his face, his eyes filled with a mischievous glint. "That was dirty cook," he said. "And if I had been blinded?"
"You only need one eye to fight, don't you?"
Sanji smirked. He continued to wash the latest plate, tensing his shoulders, ready for Zoro to splash him. Maybe he'd even grab a sponge and shower it over his head. He'd retaliate with dumping Dawn on his head. Besides, the moss-head probably needed to wash his hair anyway.
The tension in his shoulder slowly evaporated though as Zoro did nothing as the seconds passed by. He felt a hand on his shoulder and instantly tensed. He turned his head to shout at him but was cut off almost immediately by Zoro's lips.
Sanji gasped in surprise, his hands slowly letting go of the plate in his hand. Somewhere vaguely in his mind, he wondered whether or not he had chipped, if not broken, the plate, but at the moment, the main thought that was taking over his mind was the way that Zoro was trying to pry his lips open with his tongue.
It didn't matter that Sanji's hands were soapy when they reached out for him, wrapping around his neck and gently pulling at the hairs at the base of his neck, driving the Marimo closer to him. It didn't matter that the dishes were forgotten or that Zoro's neck was in a rather uncomfortable position (he didn't seem to be complaining). All that mattered was the way he seemed to be teasing Sanji, biting at his lip, trying to get him to open up to him.
The moment Sanji parted his lips, Zoro dove in.
Well Sanji would be stupid if he just let the Marimo take charge. He pushed back against him, fighting with him for dominance. When Zoro tired to push him against the sink's counter, Sanji fought back by trying to push him back. It that moment, Zoro let out a sharp intake of breath and Sanji realized what had happened. He was humping Zoro. He had just humped Zoro and the swordsman was getting hard.
"Fuck, Sanji," Zoro muttered. He put his hands on Sanji's waist, pulling away from him, keeping a fair distance between them. "I …" He bit his lip, staring at the ground as though he were guilty or something.
"My fault," Sanji said, shaking his head.
The two of them finished the dishes and when they were done, they put them away, this time telling a story about a boy named Marimo who enjoyed fighting and acted like a prissy whenever someone touched his swords.
Once the last dish was put away, Zoro rubbed his hands together and nodded. "So uh … night," he said in a somewhat strangled voice.
Sanji took a step closer to him. "Are you still hard?" he asked in a soft voice.
Zoro blushed. "I can deal with it," he said. "Cold showers and all …"
"You won't … um …" Sanji bit his bottom lip, beginning to blush as much as Zoro, if not more. "You're not going to take care of it yourself?"
Zoro shrugged. "I'll be fine."
Sanji shook his head and stepped closer to him.
"Sanji," Zoro said in a hoarse voice, "you're really not helping me right now."
"Come on Marimo," Sanji said, his mind made up. He grabbed Zoro by his arm and began to tug him across the apartment towards Zoro's bedroom. "Keep the lights off," he told Zoro. He then took a seat on the bed. He made sure his back was facing the full-length mirror in Zoro's room. He still wasn't prepared to look into it. "Sit," he told Zoro.
Zoro gulped and hesitantly took a step forward, as though scared of what Sanji might do. "I'm not going to bite," Sanji told him teasingly.
Zoro took a seat across from Sanji.
Zoro's bed was huge, being king-sized and all. Sanji was able to sit crossed legged in about the middle of the bed while Zoro sat with his legs stretched out near the bed-post.
Taking a deep breath, Sanji crawled a little closer to the swordsman who gulped.
"S-Sanji?"
Sanji had never heard Zoro sound so small, but he didn't stop. Despite the fact that his hands were shaking and his breath was coming out uneven, he sat on his knees, slowly beginning to unzip Zoro's jeans. If he dared to think about it, he knew he'd back out.
"W-what are you doing?"
Sanji didn't trust his voice to work, so he said nothing. Once the button and zipper were down, he wondered if Zoro could see his trembling fingers as they slowly took him out of his boxers.
Sanji had never done anything like this before. He knew what masturbation was, but living with Zeff, it felt wrong to do such a thing. He had never dared to look up porn on Zoro's computer, the history would show too much. Zoro was thick in his hand, a little hard to wrap his hand around him completely. He was longer than Patty, Sanji mused, even if thinking of the bastard cook caused him horrible memories. Zoro was also slightly less thick than Carne.
"Fuck, Sanji," Zoro muttered.
Sanji looked up at the swordsman who had his eyes shut tightly, as though he didn't want to look at him. The green-haired man sucked in a deep breath and turned his head away from Sanji, his eyes still closed. He was breathing through his mouth, taking his time. "W-why are you doing this?"
Sanji's brow furrowed. "You don't like it?" he asked timidly, slowly bringing his hand up and down Zoro's shaft.
"Fuck, no," Zoro shook his head. "It's not that," he said. "It's just …" He trailed off, his line of thought cut off by Sanji's continuation of stroking.
He was hesitant and he wondered if Zoro could feel his hand shaking as it gently stroked up and down his length. He watched as pre-cum started to drip out of the tip. Sanji paused, his fingers wrapping around Zoro's base before he carefully and nervously leaned down, licking away the pre-cum.
He heard Zoro suck in a breath, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of him. "Sanji," he breathed in a voice that sounded absolutely tortured.
Sanji experimentally licked around the head of Zoro's cock. It was kind of like licking a popsicle, he found. While sucking off Patty and Carne had made him cry, Zoro let him take his time. In fact, Zoro just seemed to be laying there, feeling everything, but the hand which was woven into Sanji's hair was trying to pull him off.
"Sanji," he said softly, "you don't have to do this."
"It's okay," Sanji said, looking up at Zoro. "I know I don't."
"Then why are you— FUCK!"
Sanji's mouth took all of Zoro's head into his mouth. He didn't do anything, just let the head rest in the warmth of his mouth. Zoro's grip on his hair tightened, almost painful but he let go almost instantly and instead, ran his fingers through Sanji's hair slowly. His breathing was harsh. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered how many other people had ever seen Zoro like this before. He slowly let his tongue swirl around a bit.
"Shit," Zoro muttered. "S-Sanji …"
Sanji continued stroking, some pre-cum leaking into his mouth. He could be honest. He didn't particularly enjoy the taste, but he didn't hate it either. It was one of those things that he wouldn't mind having again, but would prefer a different dish if given the option. He hummed gently, the vibrations in his throat causing Zoro to shiver. He wasn't even sure if Zoro knew he was doing it.
Trying to calm himself down, Sanji tried to take a bit more of Zoro into his mouth. Here he was on his knees while Zoro lay back on his back, trying to take in more of Zoro's member. Patty and Carne's words rang through his head, "Suck my cock, whore!" It was funny, wasn't it? Here he was in a situation almost like he had been with Patty and Carne and yet he felt so different. He didn't feel dirty, he didn't feel ashamed. The only thing he was focusing on were the sounds Zoro was making, whether the swordsman was conscious of them or not. He wanted to focus on Zoro's pleasure and Zoro's alone.
Closing his eyes, he took more into his mouth. About a third of Zoro's length was in his throat while his hand gently stroked him to make up for what he couldn't take.
Zoro's hands were in his hair, gently running through it. His callused fingers were gentle and Sanji hummed again, causing Zoro to let out a gasp.
He had five inches in his mouth now and he was afraid his gag reflex would start. He tried to relax his throat, to take more. Zoro was muttering things under his breath, a combination of curse words and Sanji's name when Sanji took half an inch more and licked and åZoro's hand gripped his hair tighter. Sanji's hold on Zoro's cock tightened and the swordsman moaned.
Sanji started to stroke him faster and a little harder as he took more in his mouth. When he reached six inches, he knew he couldn't do anymore unless he wanted to start to gag. Maybe he'd dare to try it another time— another time? Sanji hadn't exactly planned to do this again any time soon, but suddenly doing it again didn't sound that bad. As long as Zoro would continue to buck his hips like that, moaning his name softly.
He started to pull off and he swore Zoro whimpered. He waited until just the head was in his mouth before he went back down, taking in six inches again. He continued to do this for a few minutes before Zoro tensed.
"Fuck, Sanji, I'm gonna …" There was a sharp intake of breath and that was his only warning before Zoro shot his load into Sanji's mouth.
It hit the back of his mouth and he swallowed with his mouth still on Zoro.
"Shit, I'm sorry," Zoro said, using his elbows to help himself sit up.
Sanji pulled off of him and wiped his mouth where some of Zoro's cum dripped down his chin. He shook his head. "It's okay."
"Did I stain your clothes?"
"No, I don't think so," Sanji said. He felt a bit shaky. Was there always that much? His throat felt dry, the tightening in his chest increasing. He sat up straighter and coughed lightly. "Just … wasn't exactly expecting it."
"You didn't have to do that," Zoro told him.
"I know," Sanji told him for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. He paused. "I wanted to."
Zoro was already panting slightly from his orgasm, his limbs were probably a bit limp, but he sucked in a deep breath and laid back down, rubbing his face with his hand. "Jesus Sanji, don't just say things like that!"
"Huh?"
Zoro sat up again and sighed. "Never mind," he muttered under his breath.
"Did you … did you not like it?"
Zoro let out a light laugh. "I just fucking came in your mouth and you think I didn't like it? You're very strange you know." He zipped his pants back up and sat up. "Do you want me to get you a towel? I think you really might've stained that shirt of yours."
Sanji stared at him.
This was so … different then what he'd thought it'd be like. He thought … he didn't know what he thought it would be. He supposed he had come to the conclusion that every man was like Patty or Carne, who liked things rough and forcing people onto them. Zoro wasn't like that. He wasn't like that at all. And suddenly, Sanji felt horrible for even thinking he was anything like those bastard cooks. He shook his head, letting out a sigh of disbelief at himself. He couldn't understand what he had been so worried about. Maybe he had thought Zoro would think he was dirty for doing it, or expecting him to ask for sex afterwards, but that wasn't what Zoro was doing. In fact, Zoro was asking to clean him up.
"I'm sorry, by the way," the swordsman added. "I don't usually …" He seemed to pause in search of words. "It's been a while," he said. "I uh, didn't mean to cum in your mouth …" He trailed off and turned his head away. In the dim light of the room, he seemed to be blushing. "Um, I'll get you that towel."
Sanji couldn't help it. He laughed.
"What you laughing at, Curly Brow?" demanded Zoro.
It seemed this changed nothing. Any worries Sanji had about this affecting their relationship, sending it in a direction he wasn't sure he was ready for it to go in, evaporated on the spot. Instead of thanking Zoro for calming his fears, for being so considerate, for even seeming worried when Sanji had first started to go down on him, he just smirked. "Who apologizes for something as stupid as that?"
"Fuck you," Zoro told him, rolling his eyes. He didn't mean it.
"You wish," Sanji said back.
This was good. This was better than good. This was amazing and Sanji swore he had never been happier.
Author's Note #2: Okay the thank-yous!
JustCallMeLucie: Trust me, I did not expect it to turn out that cheesy and sappy. I wanted to do it with post it notes and then I remembered the game I came up with my friend. It was cause I wanted to write a story about three girls who were complaining about their boyfriends to each other to figure out who had the worst boyfriend and then the girls were all like, "yeah, they do that but ..." and then they proceed to compliment each other's boyfriends without complimenting their own. My friend seriously thought it was an ego-boosting game.
takafumi: Zoro or Sanji? God I have trouble making up my mind about them. I think that while they stand alone as amazing characters, when they're together its amazing. Sanji always acts like an idiot around the girls and Zoro's off sleeping or fighting for his dream but when they fight, it's like they're too pissed off at each other to focus on anything else and instead of acting like an idiot, Sanji's focused and he's sharp and Zoro's saying all sorts of stuff he doesn't say. It's the pure, raw honesty in their relationship that I really like about them.
lilcutieprincess: I was watching Brotherhood in Apple TV while my mom was in the room and I got to the scene where the dog that Hawkeye took in (I don't remember their name, or if they were even named, I haven't seen it in a while) was licking her feet under the covers, except I didn't know that cause I hadn't seen the episode before and she was making weird sounds and my mom was like, "What are you watching?" and I just totally paled and even though I knew better I was like, "Shit, did Brotherhood just go hentai?!"
crystalbluefox: If there are guys who are really like that, well, uh, I've never met them. Well I also go to an all-girls school and rarely leave my house cause I'm pretty dedicated to my school and homework. And my fandoms. I don't know, I think I've have this sexuality that only applies towards fictional characters. Maybe it's called fansexual? But you don't know how sad it was when I saw this picture of Ed and it was like, "Anime Crush: cause real guys suck" and the sad fact that I was like, "yeah, they kinda do." My mom's trying to force me to go to a school dance and she's like, "you'll find some guy there who also hates being there and is being forced there by his mother". That or my family's starting to think I'm a lesbian. I don't know. Anyway, don't they always say the best of them are gay?
S.P. Tripathi: That app always crashes on my iPod but not on my iPad. I also have the ficitonpress app. It comes in handy when I go somewhere without Internet. That way, I can still read my favourite stories without wi-fi. It was pretty funny, when I first started reading gay stuff I got so obsessed, all of the stories that were in my "Reading" category, they're ordered by when I read them last. All the straight couples were at the very end and all the gay ones were at the top. I like both kind of relationships. I think though the reason I like male slash better than female slash (though as I said, I do like straight couples) is because it humbles the male characters. In all straight couples, the man's almost never vulnerable and they only show you such things near like, the very end when he has his nice long confession. So I guess it's cause of that, the humbling thing and making the boys just so sweet, but also because when you have a gay couple, there's the fact that before the relationship starts, there's always the unspoken barrier (or sometimes spoken barrier) of the fact that they're of the same sex. People say Yaoi doesn't properly reflect a homosexual relationship, which I won't disagree with, but I do like how in some of them, it seems like the fact that characters are homosexual don't even matter, they make it seem like society's more accepting of these things and that's what I really like about it.
Okay, question: there was a character in here whom I don't own, who is not from One Piece. I did not say his name but gave you plenty of hints. Who is he?
I decided to post this chapter earlier cause you guys did give me 5 reviews, like asked. However, the thing was, before this chapter, I had 2 chapters already prepared before a chapter was posted so that I could always update even when I was having trouble cause there was already a few chapters prepared. Instead, I only have one chapter prepared, chapter 27, which is why I might take a while to update again. Then again, knowing my enthusiasm towards this fanfic, you probably won't have to wait long.
I REALLY want to know what you thought of the sexual content scene cause like I've said before, this story is a lot of experimenting on my part. I want to make sure I don't suck at this!
