Chapter 7
As the day goes on, the Strawhats cook is becoming more and more annoyed. He'd been instructed by his lovely ladies to stay out of the kitchen and dining area. He trusts the ladies with whatever they are doing in there, but he doesn't like not being in his own little sanctuary.
What had been annoying him the most however, was that Luffy had been clinging to him for most of the day, singing birthday songs as loudly as he could, right into the poor blonde's ear. He'd reckon he'd be deaf by the end of the day.
"Sanji-kun~!"
"Hai~ Nami~San~!" the cook swoons and rushes over to navigator who is standing outside the kitchen door.
Nami smiles sweetly to him and opens the door. Inside the rest of the crew and Law are standing around the table where several wrapped present are placed.
"Happy birthday Sanji!" they all cheer and the cook grins as he looks around at the decorations.
A variety of party balloons are placed here and there, birthday streamers, and banners are hung up on the walls and in the middle of all his presents is a large birthday cake.
Sanji makes his way further into the room and his grin gets wider when he sees the silly little drawings made in icing on the cake, "Guys you really didn't need to do all this."
"Sanji~! We have cake~!" Luffy beams and jumps up and down in his spot, "But Nami said I couldn't eat any until till you blew out the candles," their captain pouts.
"Open your presents first Sanji!" Chopper grins and leads him over to sit at the table. The cook chuckles and does as instructed.
A few minutes later he reaches his last present, a neatly wrapped box with a large red bow. "Blackleg-Ya, this one is from me." Sanji thanks the Shichibukai and eagerly takes off the bow, ripping away the wrapping paper. The blonde gasps softly and glances up at Law from his seat, "You didn't?"
The swordsman chuckles and moves to stand beside Sanji's chair, "Of course I did. How could I not after seeing the way you looked at them."
The cook looks back down at his present and slowly opens the box. Inside are the very cooking knives he'd seen in town with Law. Zoro moves to get a better look and scowls. Those must be the knives he kept going on about. The ones I tried to buy yesterday….
Sanji grins and gently runs his fingertip over the handle of one of the knives beautifully placed in the red velvet lined box. He jumps out of his seat and kisses Law's cheek then hugs him tightly, "thank you so much."
Law hugs him back and smirks to Zoro as he holds the blonde tighter around the waist. The green-haired swordsman glares at the other man but in all honesty is not that bothered by it. After all, he is sure that the plans he has made with Robin, for himself and the blonde tonight are definitely going to help him win over the cook's heart.
After the cake had been eaten, mostly by Luffy, everyone made their way out to the deck, everyone besides Sanji, who had been dragged away from the ship by Zoro.
"Marimo? Where are we going?"
"Somewhere I can give you your present in private."
Holding his hand, Zoro leads Sanji past the rock cliffs where the Sunny is docked, and into town. The blonde says nothing and takes several drags of his cigarette as they pass the same shops over and over again.
The sun is now getting lower in the sky, and as they head back in the direction of the Sunny, Sanji growls and yanks his hand away from Zoro's.
"What the hell shit cook?!"
"For gods sake moss-head! We've been walking around for hours! You're obviously lost!
"I'm not lost!"
"Oh really? So please, marimo, tell me why we are WALKING BACK TO THE SHIP?!"
The swordsman growls and turns back around, stomping past the cook. Sanji sighs and follows after him, "Where are you taking me?"
"It's a surprise..." Zoro mumbles.
"Just tell me so we can actually get there."
"...Fine. The beach on the other side of the island….."
"Why the beach?" Sanji asks as he takes a hold of Zoro's hand and turns the idiot swordsman in the right direction.
Zoro's cheeks turn slightly pink as he looks down at their hands, and watches as the cook interlocks their fingers, "Like I said shit-cook, it's a surprise."
When they finally reach their destination the sun is starting to set and the cook is lead to a secluded part of the beach. Awaiting them is picnic blanket which is laid out on the sand with a basket placed on top. As Sanji sits down on the blanket, Zoro gets straight to unpacking the food.
Half an hour later, the food is finished and the swordsman reaches into the picnic basket once more.
"Oi marimo? I thought we'd finished everything?"
"We have."
"Then what are you doing?"
Zoro grins as he pulls out the journal, which is neatly wrapped in blue paper with a red bow on top, and hands it over to the blonde, "Happy birthday, cook."
Sanji smiles softly and opens his present, his visible eye widening when he sees what was wrapped in the paper and starts flicking through the journal, "This is...How did you- Oh my god marimo, this is fantastic!"
The swordsman blushes lightly when the cook hugs him in thanks for the gift and smiles softly at seeing the grin on the blonde's face as Sanji affectionately runs his fingertips over the gold lettering of the journal.
A few minutes later Sanji and Zoro are walking along the beach as the sun sets and the stars start becoming clearer in the sky. Awkwardly walking side-by-side, the swordsman eventually works up the courage to gently take a hold of the cook's hand, closing the small gap between them. As their shoulders brush against one another Sanji laces their fingers together.
Silently, Zoro stops in place, gently turning the cook around to face him. No words are spoken as the swordsman affectionately threads the fingers of his free hand through the blonde's bangs and gently presses their lips together in a light peck.
As he slowly pulls back from the cook, Sanji leans forward bringing his lips back to the swordsman's and softly bites Zoro's bottom lip asking for entrance. The other happily obliges and parts his lips, allowing Sanji access to his mouth. The kiss deepens as the swordsman gently rests his hands on the blonde's hips while the cook's arms make their way around his neck.
Zoro lifts the blonde up, Sanji instantly wraps his legs around the swordsman's waist, and as he moves to place the cook on the sand, he gets a harsh kick to his side making him growl, "What the hell?"
"I am not lying on the sand, marimo! And I do not want any more sand going on this suit!... Lay me down on the blanket….."
The blonde's cheeks flush slightly and Zoro quickly carries the blonde over to the blanket and lays him down. Their clothes are swiftly discarded - Sanji's neatly placed in the picnic basket, so they are not ruined by the sand, along with the journal - and Zoro wastes no time in claiming the cook's lips once more in a heated kiss.
The kiss deepens as Zoro takes control, his hands caressing the blonde's sides before teasing the cook's nipples, causing whimpers and moans to escape the lips from man under him.
"W-Wait….m-marimo! Let me do something for you before you..."
The swordsman of course raises an eyebrow to that, but nonetheless allows the other man to straddle his waist. His remaining eye seems to widen before that entire shocked expression turns into a smirk when Sanji lowers himself slowly with a cocky grin on his face. The blonde runs his tongue along the pulsing veins of the swordsman's length then kisses the tip softly before tracing circles around it.
A few grunts and moans can be heard above him, but it's not enough to satisfy the cook. He wants to hear more. Sanji grips the base gently as he guides Zoro's cock into his mouth and smirks as the sounds from the swordsman get louder.
The blonde slowly pumps the base as he sucks on the swordsman's length while Zoro fights the urge to rock his hips and thrust into the warm mouth pleasuring him. He mentally berates himself at letting out a small whine when Sanji pulls away then smirks at the sight in front of him as he sits up. The cook is on all fours, hiding his flushed, aroused cheeks, with his ass in air, begging to be claimed.
Zoro is up and positioning himself behind Sanji in an instant, preparing the cook with their saliva and pre-cum before sliding his length inside him. He groans as he seats himself deeper into the blonde and lightly grips the other man's hips as he starts thrusting inside him.
The pace is slow at first, each getting used to the feeling as their soft grunts and groans escape their lips. The swordsman soon picks up the pace, slamming into Sanji fast and hard. As the cook reaches to stroke himself, Zoro bats his hand away, proceeding to pump the blond in the same rhythm as his thrusts.
Sanji pants softly and rests his forehead down on the picnic blanket under him, the only thing on his mind right now is Zoro, and the way the swordsman touches him, the sounds he's making, and his scent. The blonde has never felt as much pleasure in his life before now and wishes it would never stop.
The split second he thinks that, he loses himself and releases, feeling Zoro follow mere seconds after. Once the swordsman has pulled out, Sanji turns around and lies back on the blanket, looking up at the stars that are glistening in the sky. He hears movement then quietly sighs in content as Zoro lies beside him, feeling the warmth from the other man as their shoulders lightly bump together and their fingers intertwine as soon as their hands touch.
Not long after, Sanji is slowly falling asleep and grumbles when the swordsman forces him to open his eyes and start getting dressed. In no rush at all they silently fix themselves up and carry the picnic blanket and basket back to the ship, the cook holding the journal he got from Zoro close to his chest.