Mid: Everyone give a thanks to I Hate Change for seeing my Shusui and Yubashiri mistake! Sorry!

An Empty Ship Means No One Can Hear You...And That's Okay? Part 2

Sanji stared at the widely open galley door, and he had been doing so for quite some time now. God, he knew this would happen sooner or later, and he prepared for it, but he still couldn't help but feel like a complete jackass. Hurting Zoro was something he thought he could dismiss, that he could forget and move on with his life, but...Damn, he was human. The cook actually did want to console and apologize to the grass-head, but Zoro had made it perfectly clear what would occur if he faced him.

Zoro had wanted this after all. How long had he been wanting this? The question is, did Sanji want it as well? And if so, what the hell did they want exactly? The sex? Sanji couldn't imagine himself wanting the bull-headed swordsman, nor the other way around. They annoyed and pissed each other off so much that the thought of them starting a mutual relationship never sprung into his mind. He supposed he was the one who crossed the line first, and the one should attempt to make things right first, and the one who should risk his life just talking about this to Zoro. Sanji agreed with himself that whatever happened to him, he deserved it.

However, maybe Zoro needed a moment to cool off. Sanji cleaned up the scattered materials everywhere in his kitchen, the alleged "treats," the costume, the sex toy on the table; everything was tossed back into the bag from once it came. Returning the toy wouldn't be possible, and he certainly couldn't give such an atrocious thing to one of his precious ladi-

"A pussy maniac like you".

Was it possible...that Zoro actually liked him, but knew that the cook would never date a man because of the very divergent way he treated both genders? Sanji frowned at the possibility, but his chest felt lighter. Even if that were the case, could I honestly say that I felt the same? Not for the sex, but for him? Sighing deeply, the cook took out a few ingredients for dinner. There was no way in hell he'd let Zoro starve, even if he didn't come out of the bunkroom. He'd shove it down the bastard's throat if he had to.

:~:

You shouldn't have to knock to enter your own room, but Sanji thought it would be better than barging in. So, after a moment of complete silence and suffering from two piping-hot plates in his hands along with balancing a sake bottle under his chin, he opened the door regardless, immediately greeted with a fiery gaze peeking from under several blankets. "I didn't say to come in," Zoro scowled somewhat sadly. Sanji had never known the other was even capable of sadness, but now that he thought about it, that seemed a bit too expecting of another human being.

"It's my room, too," Sanji smiled a bit while setting the handbag by the wall, "And why are you in my hammock?"

The first mate hadn't responded right away as he shifted, perhaps suddenly realizing that his own hammock was, indeed, across from him. "...'Cause I felt like it, shit-cook."

Sanji huffed, setting down both plates on his small table, and hesitantly pulled the blankets off Zoro's head. He had no choice but to let the cook take away his coverage. But he did growl rather beast-like as a warning. The blonde man forced one of the plates onto his lap and before Zoro protested, dared him to knock it off and spill precious food. Fortunately, the moss-head wasn't entirely idiotic. Sanji settled for sitting on the floor beside him and eating silently. Zoro stared at the potatoes as if they'd been possibly poisoned; the peas didn't look all that amazing either. Then he noticed something was off about the way they were eating. It was so...casual, so plain.

"Oi," Zoro called gruffly, keeping his voice firm since he was still pissed off at the blonde, "aren't you all about presentation?"

Genuinely surprised could be considered as an understatement. Sanji almost let his jaw hang at the random question, let alone the grass-head actually talked to him. "Well, yeah. You eat with your eyes, too. But since it's just the two of us, there was no need to go all out with decorating."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Silverware hitting porcelain echoed throughout the room. Zoro could hardly eat with the knot in his stomach. He watched Sanji from the corner of his eye, and the cook appeared to be in worse shape than him. Somehow, it was reassuring. His face was shockingly cherry red, along with nervous sweat trickling down the nape of his neck. Zoro couldn't help but snicker lightly, causing his tensed body to relax. "What're you laugh~ing at?" Sanji asked irritably. There was nothing funny about this situation at all!

Zoro outright laughed at the way the blonde's voice cracked. God, he couldn't help but to press into the matter a bit more. "You okay there, ero-cook?"

"Of course, I a~m! You're the one going crazy over her~e!"

Screw laughing, Zoro was dying from the lack of breath in his lungs. Fuck, he wasn't sure whether he was mad or not, but he did feel better. "Hitting puberty much?" he smirked. Sanji gave a childish whine; however, he was glad the atmosphere wasn't as awkward as it was before.

Dinner was eventually finished, and Sanji carried the plates and empty bottle back to the kitchen. Zoro wasn't expecting him to come back, but sure enough the cook surprised him again with his presence a minute later. They didn't know what to say, or if they should speak at all. Zoro was just staring intensely at him from across the room with low-lidded eyes. His stoic, depressed expression was back, but there was something else mixed in. Something Sanji couldn't pinpoint. He sat down in his previous spot beside the swordsman, and suddenly got a pleasant chill up his spine. He glanced timidly back at Zoro, finding his hand outstretched toward the chef's neck, boldly running his fingers along it. Before Sanji could let confusion set in, lips were on his in mere seconds, and the loud "thump" of their bodies collapsing on the floor rung out throughout the small space.

"Z-Zoro...?" the blonde managed raggedly, gasping from the talented tongue quickly lapping at his chin.

Zoro paused for a second, "Yeah, cook?"

"This...what are you doing?"

Dress shirts should never be ripped off that violently, especially fine silk, "You want this too, right?"

So he was just talking about the sex? For some reason, that made Sanji's chest pound painfully, but he wasn't about to turn down the offer. "Wait, the lube-"

"We don't need it," Zoro frowned impatiently.

Sanji scowled, "I'm not being fucking labeled as a horrible lover! That shit could spread places. Let me get it, mosshead." With an irritable huff, Zoro slid off of Sanji's lap as the chef went through his nightstand drawers. The bottle was still half full with orange, slick liquid. Some of it probably got wasted in the storage room. Zoro smirked a little, pulling the blonde into a hot kiss. Sanji gladly returned it, plunging his tongue into the swordsman's open mouth. He moaned lightly as he climbed back on top of the cook, grinding his hips in search of friction. "I'll be honest," Zoro panted heavily, "I wanted to try out that new toy." Sanji's cock twitched, eager for any action. He ran his hands along Zoro's sides, sliding his shirt over his head with no effort.

"Hold on," Zoro managed before getting caught up in the heated kisses again. The cook reluctantly let him go so he could stand somewhat clumsily and pull the bag closer towards them. Sanji's lap was so warm, comfortable and inviting; Zoro couldn't help but sit back down immediately. Sanji chuckled at his minor lap fixation as the swordsman dug past the mochi and cat parts. Then, an idea sprouted into Zoro's mind. Would the costume make this more interesting...? After all, it was only the two of them around, so it couldn't hurt. Sanji stared in awe as Zoro willingly slipped the ears into his hair and strapped the tail onto his waist. Whoever thought that would happen in a million years?!

The marimo dove in for another fight of the lips, and Sanji stepped it up a notch, grabbing Zoro's short locks and yanking his head back. He moaned louder, but refused to let his voice rise any higher than that. Suddenly, the cook grasped his inner thighs and flipped them, holding his legs damn near above his head. "O-Oi!"

Sanji smirked devilishly, "Yes?"

"A-At least let me get my pants off first, cook!"

"Oh, I already have that problem solved," Sanji grinned as he slid Zoro's pants upward and over his ass, keeping his legs high in the air. The swordsman blushed deeply; this position was a bit too...vulnerable, too revealing. Sanji didn't seem to notice though. He was too busy coating his long fingers with lubricant. "Hold your own legs for a moment," he stated as plainly as 'you fight with swords'. Zoro hesitantly hooked his arms under his knees, letting his eyes wonder on anything but the cook's actions in front of him. Damn bastard, asking like it was a simple request. Well, it was, but that doesn't mean it wasn't shameful. Zoro didn't want to seem too eager for something like this, though on the inside, he was positively melting for the familiar jolts of pleasure Sanji caused inside him. He never knew sex could be so addictive.

A finger prodded at Zoro's entrance, and the marimo forced his body to relax for it. Not long after, the torturous preparation was done, and Zoro's face couldn't be any redder. It was silent the entire time; his voice never let out. Sanji frowned slightly as he slicked the sex toy. Was something wrong? Did he hurt him? His reputation was at stake! "Marimo, you okay?"

"..."

Sanji blinked comically at the other. He couldn't hear anything other than murmurs. "What?"

Zoro breathed out a soft sigh, trying to control his words. Once he opened his mouth, nothing of what he intended to say came out as planned. "Hnngh...!" Zoro flushed, "Ngh...Sanji..."

The blonde's mouth cut off any more sounds, and nearly bent his body to the point of no return. Zoro couldn't stop the surprised moan of feeling the toy push into him, the familiar stretch and burn making itself known. Zoro had a very hard time keeping ahold of his legs; his arms weren't really up for this at the moment, quivering from exhausted. From this er, rather stable position, he wondered if he could just let his arms fall to his sides without disrupting the cook. Sanji glanced up, taking to heart that Zoro's small strength wouldn't last much longer, firmly grabbed his waist and forced his lower half to use his lap as support. Zoro yelped lightly at the sudden rough movement, and immediately said, "Hell no, not like this!"

Sanji's devious smirk was back in seconds. "What is it now, marimo?"

Zoro tried to make his lower back touch the floor, but it proved to be difficult. He was almost completely upside down. "My ass is practically in your face," he stated obviously.

The cook didn't seem to have a problem with this shameless act, apparently.

Zoro squirmed and writhed, since the position gave him little choice to do anything else. The cat tail dug into his back uncomfortably as he was sure the dildo was half way in. Or...at least he thought so. To be honest, he avoided looking. He only focused on Sanji's scent, and his touch, and the way his insides coiled lately when around him. "Want to make this a little more...interesting?" the cook said huskily, driving the toy in deeper. Zoro shivered slightly; did he want to? He was already wearing the damn costume for the bastard, what else could he do? It couldn't be significantly worse, could it?

"Go 'Meow'?" the command sounded more like an unsure question, like Sanji knew the swordsman would throw a temper tantrum if he even suggested it. That made Zoro smirk, though he was hardly in the position to be feeling like he had the upper hand. Sanji dismissed the request when silence engulfed the room, and he went back to giving his attention to the previous matter in slight disappointment, but a small whimper stopped him. He glanced at Zoro's cherry red face; his eyes low and pupils blown with arousal. Another sound slipped through his parted lips, a sound Sanji figured to be a weak and timid cat noise. Grinning wildly, Sanji finally pressed the button on the toy's remote, causing it to immediately send out vibrations. Glad to see Zoro was playing along.

"M-Me-ahh?!" Zoro's hips jerked hysterically, but not by much. He was still confined on his shoulder blades, after all. Sanji loved watching him squirm, as perverted and morally wrong as it sounded, and pushed the toy in further until it was up to its hilt. "C'mon, Zoro, meow for me," the cook teased, pressing another button with vigor, "Nothing more."

Zoro felt the entire toy move and wiggle while the vibrating became stronger. It stroked and prodding his prostate intensely, sending jolt after jolt of hot pleasure up his spine. He couldn't stay still any longer; it was too much. Zoro attempted to slink away, but Sanji held him down firmly, and pushed his legs up further, preventing even more movement. He needed this bone-tingling torture to stop. Opening his mouth, Zoro tried to call the other's name, but he instantly remembered: Nothing more, and tightly sealed his lips.

A soft click caused the toy to move more erratically than before, digging into Zoro's sensitive bundle of nerves harder. Cries and gasps suddenly broke through and filled the air; Sanji watching with impatient excitement. One "meow" after another spewed from Zoro's mouth, his face flushed, hips jerking, and both men were surprised that he was getting into character so much. The sounds grew more urgent, Sanji noticed. Almost as if...he was begging?

Sanji lustfully licked his dry lips. Seeing Zoro so helpless and consumed in blinding pleasure had to be the most addictive sight there was. He couldn't ignore the urge to tease him. "What do you want, Zoro?" Sanji spoke as he yet again pressed the large button. Zoro nearly screamed at the brutal shifts and pulsating that became almost insufferable, wanting to yell his lungs raw, but he kept control. How he managed to do so was beyond his understanding. Sanji's hands left Zoro's calves, letting them fall onto his broad shoulders. Something dropped to the floor, sounding metallic, (a belt? Zoro hazily thought) and the toy was deftly pulled out of him, giving him a terrible numb, empty feeling. He groaned lowly.

Not even the blonde could take anymore; his cock jumped when Zoro grabbed his forearms, silently pleading for release. Sanji coated himself generously with the lube, and pushed Zoro's legs up again as he thrust in easily. He was much bigger than the toy; Zoro found himself thinking that earlier, wishing that Sanji was making him lose his mind instead of the dildo. But now, this familiar deep, hot stretch and being completely filled was accomplishing that task sooner than not. Sanji groaned above him at the fiery heat, and began an agonizingly slow pace. Every thrust made the swordsman's breath quicken, wanting to shout out loud, but he held his tongue regardless.

In, out, in, out. In-out, in-out; the blonde knew he didn't need to go easy on the other as he went faster, and harder, clutching the back of Zoro's knees tightly. He noticed Zoro choking on a loud moan, but still succeeded in holding it back. Why? What Sanji wanted more than anything was to hear that deep voice rise in pitch as he slammed into him over and over again, unrestrained. Why the hell was Zoro holding back? There were the only two people for miles. He knew the damn bastard had a rather large ego and macho pride, but he was wearing a cat costume for God's sake.

Sanji growled in distain, and pulled out halfway calmly, only to ram himself back in with as much force as he could muster. Zoro bit his bottom lip harshly, drawing a little dribble of blood. Sanji saw through the thin sweat covering his face and running into his eyes, immediately diving in to suckle at the small, fresh mark; his hips' movements never pausing in abusing the first mate's prostate. Zoro's vocal cords suddenly burned badly. He felt as if something tore inside his throat. The cook's hot tongue forcibly shoved its way through his lips, down his pained throat, and Zoro finally screamed into the other's mouth. Sanji slowly pulled back, inches away from the swordsman's face, watching as pleasurable tears formed in his eyelashes. "Meow! Meow! Me-ahhh! Hah...! S-Saaanji-!" Zoro shuddered violently as he came, spraying onto his own stomach. The cook groaned, spilling inside of Zoro wildly, milking himself until he was finished.

Usopp paled outside of the men's quarters.

Now he was suspicious.