The Simple Things in Life
Chopper immediately acknowledged his request, and told the cook that he could leave if he wanted. He felt weird tension between them as Sanji purposely hesitated at the door, and Zoro suddenly shivered, but he dismissed it. Perhaps the swordsman just needed more blankets. After fetching his medical tools, the reindeer stood at Zoro's bedside while the swordsman sat up.
"You never ask me for a check-up," Chopper said flatly, removing his tongue-presser from Zoro's mouth, "I always have to force you. Why now?"
Zoro shrugged lazily. Should he tell Chopper right away, or let him discover it himself? Granted, his curiosity was getting the best of him, not to mention his anger meter was about to break. What in the hell gave Sanji the right to molest him? This was a serious problem, and the cook's first reaction was to pin Zoro down? And why did he actually, sort of enjoy it? Stupid shitty cook, stupid shitty sea hag; how was he suppose to know throwing jewels into the ocean had these types of consequences? Being cursed and humiliated? Still, Zoro kept his mouth shut about his sudden inability to overpower a single dust mite, and the situation with Sanji.
Soon Chopper was putting away each tool carefully back into their respective cases as Zoro stared, waiting for results. The young doctor widely smiled at him, and clapped his hooves together. Zoro didn't like that sign one bit. "You're fine, Zoro! Perfectly healthy," Chopper stated happily, his smile fading once he noticed how distraught the other seemed. "Why that face?"
"Because something's wrong with me; I know it," Zoro muttered, "I just can't explain it."
The truth is, he could explain it, but chose not to say it, since the only possible way was to accept shame. He was...weak now; incredibly so. He wasn't sure if he was even able to withstand his own body weight anymore. There was nothing physically wrong him that Chopper couldn't find, so what else could be the cause?
"Well, just explain how you feel and maybe I could help," Chopper suggested.
Zoro slowly closed his eyes, leaned his back on the wall behind him, and breathed deeply. If he entered a meditative state, maybe he would be able to describe it in a more dignified way. Block out all external stimuli; loosely relax the brain and the body simultaneously. Breathe in slowly, breathe out controlled. Breathe in, breathe out.
His chest grew tight.
"Something's off-balance," Zoro whispered shakily. It was like he was a kid again, starting to meditate daily, but his mental and physical strength had yet to connect. Was it possible that the witch took every ounce of his strength?
His leg was given a small pat, and Zoro's eyes sprung open at lightening speed. The concern in Chopper's eyes was reassuring, though Zoro could live without ever seeing it that kind of emotion on him. He rubbed the reindeer's shoulder lightly, claiming that he was fine before standing up, surprised that he hadn't fallen over. He felt normal, if not a bit sleepy, and that's what worried him.
He slipped on his boots and stood, not bothering to make the bed. Chopper always complained that he didn't do it right. "I'm just gonna go train," Zoro yawned. He noticed the food tray Sanji left behind, still piled with untouched white rice and vegetables underneath the dome. Zoro wasn't feeling very hungry at the moment.
Chopper fussed, telling him that it was best to eat his meal now, to regain proper body functions, and picked up the plate, forcing it into his hands. Hell, he could hardly hold the glass plate without his fingers aching. Zoro looked so...sad. Just looking at him made Chopper want to cry. Nothing was medically wide of the mark; perhaps he had troubles he needed to sort out? But even then, the swordsman always kept his feelings to himself, not wanting to show any weaknesses though they were all nakama. Chopper pouted; he wanted to help, but didn't know what the problem was! Think, Chopper! What would make me feel better if I were sad?
"I love you, Zoro," the doctor smiled and waved cheerfully, confusing the other halfway towards the door. Zoro blinked. "Uh, love you, too..." he said uncertainly. With that, he left the room, still seeming extremely depressed. Chopper sighed, it was worth a shot anyway.
Staring down at the plate made Zoro realize something. He'd need to return it to the galley sooner or later.
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The galley was obviously off-limits, meaning the only other place containing sake was the storage room directly below deck. Nami's been known to get angry whenever Zoro drank straight out of the barrels, (something about germs) but right now, he had no choice. Honestly, the cook's bedtime was a mystery to him, therefore, Sanji could still be in the kitchen even after midnight. And Zoro needed booze.
Sneaking around the Merry made him feel ridiculous. Everyone was in bed, not waiting at the next corner to pop out and scare him. Zoro soundlessly turned the door handle, slide through the small opening he made, and bit his bottom lip as he slowly closed it. There were no windows, so he could stay in here all night. It was total darkness. Form a pillow out of a cannonball, use his haramaki as a blanket for his top half; yes, this would work just fine.
After finally finding the sake supply, barrel after barrel, Zoro failed in moving a single one. It was simply impossible, like they were nailed to the floorboards. He tried at every angle; he even kicked it once, and ended up with a throbbing toe. They weren't budging. Zoro huffed in defeat and settled for leaning wearily against the wall, still facing what he was apparently forbidden to have. Sighing, the swordsman tugged at his hair irritably. "Where's the Juyondai*?" he asked himself. It was normally towards the front of the stock, where Sanji always put it for-
No, he was not going to think about the shit-cook. That was the very reason why he was bunking with gun powder tonight.
"This would all be so much fucking easier if I had some booze in my system," Zoro growled.
"I doubt you could open the barrel even if you found it."
The air seemed thicker suddenly. Zoro tried to suppress the chill down his spine, but didn't succeed. Sanji was at the door behind him, watching, standing menacingly; Zoro already knew. He didn't have the guts to turn around. His stomach was in too many knots. Then, as he feared, the door closed, taking away the little light the hallway's lantern gave. The floor creaked lightly with each step the cook took towards him, and Zoro regretted not trying to take his swords from Chopper's desk, though he wouldn't have been able to lift them anyway.
The swordsman felt utterly sick with uneasiness. "What do you want?" he questioned steadily, refusing to make the smallest of movements. Hands in his pockets for now, Sanji chuckled, a sound that usually wasn't heard that often. At least, not by Zoro. Surprisingly, the short sound promised unspecified things. Things similar to conniving blackmail. Another confident step sent Zoro's guard spiraling up, and he reached for his hip, but found the lack of hilts nerve shattering. The cruel realization that he was defenseless, and temporarily weaken, in a small, trapped space with the cook, hit hard. He searched for any means of escape, like a window. But, yes, he forgot about the storage room being window-less. Zoro actually was helpless, after all, and reality was making it well-known.
"D-Don't come any closer," he stuttered. No, he wouldn't admit that, he wouldn't succumb to it. He could still do something; he'd be damned to just give up. If Sanji came near him, (as embarrassing as the outcome might be) Zoro could scream his lungs raw. Someone, anyone would help, if not the entire crew.
Again, Sanji couldn't stop the sadistic laugh. "What's wrong, marimo? Scared I'm gonna do something you don't want me to?" he questioned.
"You're a goddamn nympho..." Zoro trailed off, avoiding the other's intense look.
The cook smirked heavily. "Should I take that as a 'yes'?"
"Fuck off already," the first mate spat. He folded his arms across his chest like it was a form of protection. Basically, it was all he had.
"Ah ah ah," Sanji held up his index finger and waved it, "I don't think you're in the position to be telling me that." Zoro barely saw him move; the shit-cook was directly in front of his face, smiling insanely, and pushed him into the wall. It knocked the wind out of him, such a small push, and the swordsman wondered briefly if he could lie his way out of this. Sanji grabbed Zoro's face with his thumb and pointer finger, squeezing in his cheeks as he grinned widely, "I might need to teach you some manners," he huskily whispered.
Zoro felt his pride shatter when he uttered, "Don't think I won't scream, cook" and the bastard actually grinned wider, if possible. Sanji leaned in closer and the swordsman took the opportunity to head-bash him, but the force wasn't as strong as he had hoped for. Sanji blinked, the grin long gone. He frowned as Zoro hiss in pain at the searing headache he gained. Was that supposed to hurt? It was hardly a tap on the forehead! The mosshead was so powerless, it became endearing over time. The very thought of it, so enticing.
"I thought you loved women; think about what you're doing before you do it," Zoro reminded, trying yet again, in another way, to save himself.
"Oh, trust me, I do. My heart will never belong to anything else," Sanji clarified, flashing a devious smile.
The swordsman was completely puzzled. He loved women, but advanced on him? He couldn't ask him what the hell he meant, though. The cook had him pinned. "Ngh! W-the fuck are you doing?!" Zoro yelled, giving failed attempts at pushing the other away. Sanji had taken the liberty of quickly circling Zoro's waist with his arms, setting both hands on his ass, effectively confining him regardless of the struggles.
"Women are wonderful, beautiful creatures placed on the world to make life better. But when am I ever going to have the great mosshead swordsman at my mercy?" Sanji squeezed his ass bruisingly hard, "You won't scream, I know you won't. You don't want anyone to know about your 'little problem'. You're too egotistical. I have you practically in the palm of my hands."
Despite the dumbass pun Zoro wanted to comment on, the grip didn't ease up. Instead, those damn fingers started spreading his ass cheeks apart through his pants. Warm? Hot? No, burning; his ass was burning from the strong touch, and he couldn't move. Why? Sweat slowly dripped down his temple, whether from nervousness or temperature, he wasn't sure. Sanji's lips brushed against his own, the wall behind him preventing escape. Zoro turned his head away as far as he could, but the cook had already aimed to ravish his neck. The tongue sweeping across his Adam's apple almost made him gasp. Hot breath engulfed his entire ear and sent tremors throughout his body. Zoro no longer tried to flee; it was inevitable. But the next six hushed words caused his eyes to bulge, and amped his decision to fight all over again.
"Besides, I want to dominate you."
Lack of lighting had Zoro at a disadvantage. He felt the hem of his pants be roughly tugged down, immediately exposing his black boxer briefs. Zoro paled slightly and reached to cover himself, but the cook gripped his wrists in warning. Sanji growled, low and lustful, forcing Zoro to slide down to the floor with widely spread legs. The swordsman soon realized thrashing didn't accomplish much other than making the hold on his arms tighter. "O-okay, you've humiliated me! You fucking win, cook! That's what you wanted, right?! Right?!"
"What, don't tell me you're scared of losing your virginity, marimo," Sanji scoffed. This wasn't about humiliating Zoro anymore. He wanted all of him, he needed to know that he had something held above Zoro's head when he returned to his normal, brutish self. Sanji needed to do this.
"Dumb cook, I'm not a virgin. I just don't let sex control my life like you," the swordsman defended. Sanji was stunned to say the least. What poor, unfortunate soul mated with him? Then again, it was sort of unusual for someone their age to not have had intercourse. He shortly wondered when Zoro lost his, but now wasn't the time for reminiscing.
"Have you ever been fucked by a man?"
"Hell no!"
"Well, as far as your body's concerned, your ass is still a virgin. Now stop trying to stall."
Zoro's underwear tore at the seam, (it's not like he was made out of boxers) but the fear of what would happen overrode his annoyance. His soft cock twitched as it hung out in the open, cold air, being the main attraction of the cook's eyes. Damn pervert. "Wait-"
"No." Sanji crashed his lips into Zoro's, craving more of that sweet taste from earlier, and partly to keep the other quiet. After repeatedly pillaging every crease of Zoro's mouth, he pulled back for air, and shoved his long fingers under Zoro's vigorously wiggling tongue as a substitute. Saliva quickly formed on the three; Zoro's expression through it all was something the blonde would call beautiful. Hesitation, unintentional deep blush, fright, arousal, were in the crinkled features on his face. And they were all because of Sanji, for Sanji...
The chef swallowed the lump in his throat, and pulled out his fingers, mesmerized at the thin line of spit it created. Why didn't Zoro bite me? he frowned internally. Nevertheless, saliva wouldn't do the job. He searched his pants pocket for its contents, and revealed a medium-sized, half a bottle of lube. Still, it was fairly dark, so Zoro only heard the soft 'pop' of the cap opening.
"W-what're you...?" the swordsman muttered. His answer included a cold, slick finger slipping slyly between his ass cheeks. He jumped, instantly glaring into the darkness. Sanji grinned at this reaction, and probed further until his finger deftly slid inside his entrance. Zoro hissed; the cook had very long fingers. He tensed, stopping the cook from moving in deeper.
"Oi, relax," Sanji commanded flatly.
"LIKE I'M JUST GONNA LET YOU!" The cook predicted he would say that.
He sighed and shrugged, "Fine then, it'll hurt even more."
"'Even more'...? What do you-" Sanji took this moment of confusing for the swordsman to lightly rub the appendage against Zoro's walls, sure that he could feel every tiny shift. Zoro shivered, letting a throaty sigh of contentment brush past his parted lips. There was no pain, although Zoro didn't know that much about anal sex. He didn't know if the pain would come at all honestly; Sanji could've been bluffing just to spite him. The finger bent and curled until something extraordinary happened to the swordsman's body. A hot wave of pleasure pulsed down his spine for a split second, causing his back to arch involuntarily.
Sanji swallowed at the ecstatic moan that washed over him. He had to keep his libido in check for a little while longer. Another finger was inserted and this time Zoro attempted to run again. Yes, there was, in fact, pain now. With the scissoring, the stretching felt similar to being ripped apart. The cook didn't stop his movements either, pushing in until they could go no further.
Zoro's desperate expression was absolutely delicious. Sanji hardly held any remorse when he added the final slick digit. He teased the panting marimo's prostate multiple times before literally stabbing into it, drawing the loudest moan yet, along with a few torturous squirms. That was the last straw. Sanji couldn't be patient anymore. Zoro was too overwhelming.
Retrieving the bottle from his side, he squeezed the container enough for a small amount to pile in his palm, and coated his member idly. He heard a thick gulp from the swordsman, who apparently figured what the next step was. Zoro, once again, tried to scoot away and stand, but Sanji shot his hand out to firmly grasp his cock. "FUCK! L-let go!" Zoro panted heavily, flailing his body as hard as possible, which wasn't much help, "Don't touch!"
Sanji blinked, but a smirk of mischievous slowly grew. The marimo, sensitive? Who would have thought? His arousal stood proudly and dripping, revealing that Zoro was actually turned on by all of this, no matter how many complaints and protests he gave. A quick pump, and then another already had the first mate trembling. Stroking Zoro as a distraction, Sanji pressed the tip of his cock against his entrance before carefully forcing his way in. He didn't actually want to hurt Zoro. Not quite yet.
The cook was definitely longer than mere fingers. And thicker. The boiling hardness being quickly pushed into him caused immense sharp pain to focus into one spot, piercing his insides to the point of making him shout aloud. Sanji paused halfway, Zoro assumed, and groaned as he bit his bottom lip. "Bear with it for a little while longer," the blonde man breathed, not giving Zoro any time to respond or adjust. He flicked his hips until his cock disappeared at an acceptable pace as he held Zoro's waist steady, though it so desperately twitched in refusal.
Exactly how long was it? Zoro swore he could feel it constantly kneading his ribs, even though he knew better than that. But...it was still pushing in, going deeper every second. Sanji wasn't taking his time with this given the fast friction his ass was subjected to, it was clearly just huge. The very thought embarrassed Zoro, since his own member was only about six inches. Sanji must have been watching his pained yet puzzled expression (if he even made one) and grinned smugly. "Stunned, marimo-kun?" he gloated, "It's never come to mind to measure it, but I'm positive it's about 8 1/2 inches, possibly nine if I'm hard." He angled slightly with one final snap of his pelvis, grinning madly when Zoro curled inwards.
There was still a great trace of pain, but that spot being struck effectively dulled it. Sanji spread Zoro's legs wider by pushing apart his thighs, and rocked into him hard. With every roll, Zoro saw pain-laced stars; magnificent yet unbearable. He wanted this to stop immediately, but he seriously considered murdering the cook if he did. He let his tongue dangle lazily from the side of his wanton, open mouth, feeling like he couldn't breathe. His lungs ached. He needed to get as much air as he could get.
"Hah...ahh...sto-p," Zoro's hands flung towards the cook's shoulder blades, failing to make the pleasant movements cease. Sanji pulled out almost completely before hesitating for suspense, and thrusting back into that tight heat with all his might.
"STO-Khh...!" Sanji started back-breakingly ramming himself into the swordsman, his hips becoming numb, determined to make the normally stoic, stubborn, thick-headed Zoro cry out in either pain or pleasure, regardless if the crew slumbered above them. Suddenly, his own pleasure caught up with him, since he was so obsessed with Zoro. He shivered and groaned.
Zoro felt something warm spill inside of him. He was relived when the cook finally stopped and let the death grip he had on his inner thighs loose, pulling out carelessly. Zoro's own cock was still erect; mixed with the dribbles of come dripping out of his ass, it felt oversensitive.
Sanji didn't say another word. That possibly could have been the best sex he'll ever have in his life; he was speechless. Zoro appeared to be unconscious from his angle, his hand impulsively stroking the swordsman's face lightly. Sanji didn't know what it was, the passion, the lust, some other unknown emotion; whatever was clutching his heart in a death grip wanted to make sure this happened again. The sea witch wouldn't come back until the week ended, right? Sanji grinned, but that didn't nearly seem like enough time. Hell, he was positive the rest of his life wouldn't be enough time.
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Zoro yawned loudly, straining his muscles as he stretched outward. He expected to feel the warmth of his hammock, or Luffy's sprawled out arm next to him, but a cold, hard cannonball shook hands with him instead. "Wha...?" The swordsman felt a dull ache in his ass when he shifted. Zoro hissed, staring dead ahead at the sunlight coming under the storage door. "Oh," he remembered. Then pitched a glare hot enough to make the Merry catch fire if he gazed too long.
He threw on his pants that were so carelessly wrinkled, ignoring the fact that the hem of his underwear served no purpose anymore, and begrudgingly grabbed his boots. Storming out the room, he ran into the one person that wouldn't perfect his mood any further.
"Oi, Zoro, where were you? You were supposed to be on watch this morning! I had to take matters into my own hands...and make Chopper do it!" Nami scolded, poking the first mate in the chest. Zoro was a bit disoriented to fully pay attention to her, though he supposed this might be a good idea. Especially if he wanted to keep himself busy and hidden.
"Sorry," he muttered flatly.
"...Huh?"
"I'll keep watch for the day to make up for it. I won't leave my post."
The look on Nami's face would have been funny if he wasn't in such a bad mood. "I...G-good! Fine! And don't you, uh...dare do something dangerous," she said with the expression of a surprised deer. Who would have thought making Zoro stay in the crow's nest would be so easy? Not to mention all day. Nami nodded unsurely as she stepped inside the galley and closed the door behind her, the swordsman having no glimpse of the cook. Though, he did hear the daily call of "Nami-swaaan" seep through the threshold. He scowled. Damn cook, acting like his normal, lovesick self. Zoro had half a mind to march in there and burn him with his own stove. Slow footsteps could be heard coming towards the exit, no doubt they were dress shoes. Robin and Nami wore heels. Before Zoro knew what was happening, he had already ducked off behind a corner, feeling his heart beat at millions of miles per second.
"I thought someone was out here," Sanji shrugged, shutting the door firmly.
What...the hell did he just do? Did Roronoa Zoro actually run? From the shitty cook, no less! This was unacceptable. He was a man of pride; he ran from no one. He knew Wadou was tingling with anticipation in the infirmary, sharing his emotions and itching for a fight. But...Zoro couldn't give her one. At least, not now. "I'm not gonna be fucking pushed around," Zoro growled, "Not by a perverted idiot!"
Again, those same footsteps sent sweat down his brow, and his back involuntarily eased more into the wall.
"Hm."
"What is it, Cook-san?" Robin asked curiously.
"O-oh, nothing, Robin-chwan. I'm just...hearing things, I suppose." When the door closed once more, Zoro sighed and attempted to stop the vigorous shaking of his limbs.
Well, the crow's nest was waiting.