Author's Note: After much debate, I decided to go ahead and add this for those not interested in jumping through hoops to friend me on LJ. It's sort of a companion piece for Nami's Encounter fic, because it's pretty much the same story from Zoro's perspective and covers what Nami missed before and after she misunderstood the situation and started threatening to kick his ass for "defiling" Luffy. Warnings for explicit sex; this is pretty much PWP.

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This is absolutely not, the dazed swordsman thinks as he groans and writhes under Luffy's weight, how he expected to lose his virginity. There's supposed to be an expensive dinner, a soft bed with satin sheets, a blushing, bare-breasted girl.

Instead, he's sprawled mostly-naked in a leaky boat with his panting captain buried ball-deep in his protesting rear, wincing as every thrust drives his back and shoulders against the splintery planks and hoping like hell that their new navigator doesn't venture out of her cabin again. His spine is screaming in protest and he's pretty sure that he's re-opened the knife wound Buggy left in his side, because there's liquid warmth too thick to be merely sweat trickling down his skin.

Luffy is too rough and way too loud, and their frantic coupling is clumsy and unskilled, but this evening they've reached an unspoken agreement that rushed hand-jobs while Nami's preoccupied with her maps will just not be enough to satisfy either of them.

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After spending the afternoon sleeping like a rock and supposedly missing out on a strange adventure involving some guy stuck in a box - which sounds like a load of shit, but the captain's so excited about it that he doesn't quite have the heart to tell him so - the swordsman's wide awake and entirely too keyed up once darkness falls and Nami calls it a night. When Luffy sidles over and flops into his lap, peering up at him speculatively as he tugs at Zoro's haramaki, the older pirate accepts the invitation without protest.

They've been working up to this with awkward touches and glances stolen when Nami isn't looking, although Luffy instigates most of it because the swordsman's spent the last few hours dizzy from blood loss. Zoro's flustered but intrigued, although he blames it on anemia when he finds that he isn't really interested in fending off the bold advances and sneaky fingers. It's not like he wants this; it's just the lack of hemoglobin messing with his head.

He's still trying to tell himself this when he kisses the captain, tilting Luffy's chin with calloused fingers and feeling heat race through his veins as his questing mouth is hungrily met and devoured. It's awkward and sloppy and arousing; Luffy whimpers against his tongue, pawing at his bare chest like an overly eager puppy, and Zoro banishes that thought immediately, because it's incredibly inappropriate and just plain wrong considering the hard cock grinding against his hip.

When he forces a hand into Luffy's shorts to investigate, the captain's volume increases until Zoro's forced to clap a hand over his mouth, hissing at him to shut up before he wakes up the bitchy woman sleeping on the other boat. It's apparently a little too late, because as Luffy sucks at his fingers and squirms, trying desperately to fuck Zoro's hand, Nami explodes out of the cabin and starts screaming at them.

Caught red-handed, or at least with his hand where the navigator obviously believes it doesn't belong, Zoro promptly freaks out. Of course, Nami doesn't believe him when he points out that Luffy started it - hell, he's starting to learn that Luffy seems to start everything, even if Zoro isn't exactly protesting too much at the idea of getting laid for the first time - and there's a lot of yelling and accusations and then he's got an armload of angry, sexually frustrated captain trying to throttle him senseless.

He's slow to respond, knowing the woman - who's just all but accused him of assaulting their captain and looks like she wants to rip his balls off - is still watching and fuming, but there's something both infuriating and arousing about the tumultuous expression on Luffy's face. It doesn't take long for either of them to forget they've got an audience.

He really doesn't mean to throw Luffy overboard; it just sort of happens while they're grappling, simultaneously punching and groping each other. For a moment he waits expectantly for Luffy to surface, and then he abruptly remembers Luffy said that he not only can't swim but also sinks like a parachute weighted with rocks. Cursing, he dives in, grabs the alarmingly unresisting captain by the scruff and flings him back onto the deck.

The water's cold and stings the wound in his side, and he gets utterly lost for a few seconds, although he's entirely sure that it's not his fault, because the moon's glare on the water makes it harder to spot the boat.

Luffy's recovered and waiting by the time he drags himself back onboard, and he rushes the swordsman, throwing him against the mast. The older pirate tenses, expecting another blow, but the captain's apparently equally fired up by the fighting, because he pins Zoro forcefully enough that the coarse rope holding the sail starts abrading his bare skin and then kisses him until they're both breathless and sliding to the deck.

Clothing soaked with seawater proves extremely difficult to remove, especially while they're rolling around in the bottom of the boat, but Zoro stubbornly persists until he's able to toss aside the captain's wet shorts. Luffy's hands dive up under the swordsman's haramaki and claw his trousers down his thighs - leaving behind burning nail marks - but he quickly gives up when they get bunched around Zoro's ankles because he's still wearing his boots. Whining in frustration, he thrashes around until he's able to rub their cocks together.

It feels infinitely better than anything Zoro's ever jacked off against before, and he can't restrain the low groan that escapes his throat. Luffy watches and laughs in delight as he rocks their bodies together, pleased that he's able to make the swordsman's face contort in such an expression.

There's no way Nami can't hear them, but Zoro's too far gone to care, and he seriously doubts that Luffy would give it a second thought even if the captain wasn't obviously thinking with the head now prodding against his abdomen. He grunts as clutching fingers dig into the bandaged wound on his side, squeezing Luffy's forearms hard enough to leave bruises.

"Watch it!"

"Sorry," Luffy tells him but he doesn't look sorry at all, still grinning as he lets go and braces one palm against the swordsman's chest, using his free hand to stroke both their cocks. Zoro gasps, bucking into his touch, and barely feels it when the back of his head smacks against the deck. He wraps his fist in Luffy's wet vest and hauls the captain down for a kiss, and this one is even better than the first, because this time there's no clothing ruining the sensations when Luffy wriggles against him, moaning.

Rubbing his chest against Zoro's, he hisses as their nipples brush, sliding his hands down to squeeze the swordsman's ass cheeks and driving his tongue between the lips working hungrily against his own. Zoro makes a low, needy sound and clutches at his back, spurring the captain to move his hips faster. Their cocks slide together, slick with leaking moisture, and Luffy whimpers, because it feels incredible but it's still not quite enough.

Because his Akuma no Mi powers have also given him the ability to masturbate in ways Mother Nature never intended, Luffy's experimented enough with his own body to know that the swordsman is likely to kill him if he does what his desperate cock is demanding without some sort of preparation. As badly as he wants to just flip the man over and fuck him, he's still coherent enough to recognize that Zoro's body probably won't stretch as easily as his own. If he doesn't make sure that he does this right, the swordsman's probably never going to let him touch him again, and now that he's got him, he has no intention of letting him go.

Lost in the moment, Zoro's barely aware that Luffy's contorting to reach between them until he feels fingers teasing and prodding somewhere below his balls. He utters a cry of protest muffled by the tongue exploring his mouth, trying to shove the younger pirate away, and Luffy pauses, drawing back a bit to look at him. "I won't if Zoro doesn't want me to."

The captain's face is flushed, his eyes half-lidded with desire, and he's grinning almost maniacally - an expression that might send another more cowardly lover fleeing in panic - but the swordsman believes him.

He stares up at Luffy, breathing heavily and acutely aware of the fingers circling the ring of muscle beneath them. He knows he's being given the choice to continue or stop, and it reminds him of their earlier conversation, in which this man gave him a choice that didn't seem like one and then cheerfully agreed to die at his hand should their chosen paths ever conflict. He's startled and a little puzzled to realize that he trusts Luffy implicitly - Zoro's completely sure that if he tells him to back the fuck off, he will.

But he's also a little overwhelmed by how good his body feels right now and decides rather deliriously that this is just another battle to win, just one against a very different sword than the type to which he's accustomed. He wonders who will break first, and if Luffy will call his name when he comes. "Do it."

It doesn't hurt too much - he's too accustomed to ending fights covered in his own blood to make a fuss over a finger in his ass - but it definitely feels extremely weird. Zoro tries to relax, propping himself up on an elbow although Luffy's body is blocking his view even when the captain sits up enough to clasp their cocks again, keeping his eyes locked with the swordsman's as though he's looking for signs of hesitation.

The second finger is more uncomfortable, because there's no lubricant other than their own sweat and the remaining dampness of seawater, and Luffy's patient restraint is slipping, worn thin by the sensation of his other hand moving them together. He stretches his fingers apart a bit too quickly and watches Zoro cautiously as the swordsman lets out a shaky breath, his hands trembling as they reach up to grasp the younger pirate's hips.

The captain knows what will take away the discomfort; he just needs to find it.

"Stop hiding!" He mutters, biting his tongue in concentration as his fingers curl, searching, and the swordsman curses, struggling to see what he's doing and earning a sharp rebuke to just hold still for a second. Luffy knows how to locate this particular spot in his own body, but it's a lot trickier when he's trying to find it on somebody else, especially when they're starting to squirm like a panic-stricken earthworm.

Zoro cuffs him in the ear, demanding to know exactly what the hell he expects to find and insisting loudly that his ass isn't a goddamn cookie jar. The complaints earn him a dirty look, but the captain continues working his fingers deeper, his moving hand on their cocks momentarily losing rhythm.

The swordsman's discomfort is increasing, and he's about to tell Luffy that he's had enough of this, when the groping fingertips brush against something that makes his toes curl in his boots. He cries out, back arching, and he's so startled that he doesn't notice the third finger that joins the other two when the captain's hand draws back and plunges forward, hitting that same pleasure point.

Luffy wiggles his fingers, tickling the swordsman's prostate each time his hand thrusts forward, and he watches gleefully as the swordsman clenches his teeth, breath hissing between them as he struggles to stay in control. "Got it! Yosh, hold on a second-"

"W-Wha-?" Zoro protests as the fingers abruptly withdraw and the captain clambers off, evading the arms that try to drag him back. "Where the hell are you going?"

He grunts in surprise as Luffy shoves insistently at him, bending his knees and squeezing between them until they're hooked over his shoulders, calves still trapped together by his pants. Struggling to free his feet - because by this point he doesn't give a shit if he rips the damn things as long as he gets them off - Zoro gives a growl of frustration when the wet fabric twists but refuses to tear.

His annoyance is short-lived when the captain's tongue suddenly sweeps up his cock from root to tip, making him shiver as cool night air hits the wet path left by Luffy's saliva.

"Zoro's still okay with this?" Luffy asks one last time and laughs when the flushed swordsman, glaring menacingly, catches him under the arms and drags him forward. Zoro's bound legs slip back to settle around his waist, ankles resting at the small of his back, and he splays one hand on the swordsman's chest, using it to support his weight as he reaches down to maneuver himself into place.

His fingers tightening on the captain's shoulders, Zoro lets his breath out and watches the play of emotions on Luffy's face as he presses forward. The cock penetrating his body feels a hell of a lot thicker than a few fingers, and even though he's frantically reminding himself to relax, his body's tightening up anyway, judging by the way Luffy's gnawing furious on his lower lip.

There's a strange faint popping sensation, causing them both to gasp as Luffy slides home and slumps over the swordsman, burrowing his face against Zoro's shoulder and panting rapidly as he fights off the rush of pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. The body he's buried in feels hot and tight, and not only does he not need to resort to twisting like a pretzel to keep from popping out, but his whole cock fits - this is loads better than playing with himself.

Zoro nestles his cheek against Luffy's shaggy hair, breathing deeply through his nose. He wouldn't say that he's comfortable, but this doesn't hurt as much as he expected, possibly because the abused wound in his side is throbbing more noticeably. He is having some difficulty catching his breath because the captain can't seem to hold still. Luffy's whimpering and pressing in harder when his uncontrollable shivering causes him to start slipping back out.

"M-Mine," the captain exhales with some difficulty, and Zoro blinks, because until now he's been relatively sure that this is more about taking pleasure wherever and however they can get it. He's startled by the fire burning in Luffy's eyes when he looks up, hands clutching at the swordsman's sides and inadvertently squeezing the wound again. "Zoro's mine."

The older pirate feels himself blushing, which is ridiculous. He's naked except for the haramaki still encircling his waist and the trousers bunched around his booted feet, hard as steel between their tightly pressed abdomens and stretched uncomfortably full by the younger man penetrating him, but Luffy's simple claim is more embarrassing than any of it.

"My swordsman's going to be the greatest in the world," his lover insists, punctuating his words with small jerks of his hips that quickly evolve into full-length thrusts. "-right?"

"Aye, S-Sencho," Zoro gasps back without thinking, and then laughs breathlessly because it's impossible not to respond to the huge goofy grin that spreads across Luffy's face at his words.

"Kaizokuou," the captain - his captain - reminds him as he finds a rough rhythm and starts laughing then and can't stop, even when Zoro crushes a hand over his mouth and the swordsman insists, between curses and low groans, that he's going to rouse the navigator again. If she isn't still awake and listening to the racket they're causing, he thinks as Luffy's sudden change of angles makes him forget himself and moan loudly, the younger pirate giggling furiously under his hand.

His captain's fingers dig tighter into his side and he flinches, grunting as pain and pleasure struggle for dominance. And he thinks this is pretty fucked up, but he kind of likes it, and when he focuses on the eyes carefully studying the way his mouth goes slack every time the hands on him get just a bit rougher, he realizes that Luffy does too.

Neither of them know it now, but this will become a ritual following their battles: finding self-indulgence in giving and receiving hurt and comfort. The rest of the crew will never quite understand, and Zoro and Luffy will never actually speak of it, but they both know that they're reminding each other that they're still alive.

Luffy's pace quickens, until he's breathing hard and fast against the swordsman's palm. He lets go of Zoro's uninjured side and squeezes his hand between their bodies, losing his rhythm as he gropes for the older pirate's cock, and Zoro curses at him, rocking his hips frantically to regain the tempo.

He's startled when his captain tenses, eyes screwing shut as he sinks his teeth into the fingers covering his mouth, and then spasms violently against him. Luffy pounds into him furiously as he rides out the orgasm, hand on his cock too rough and too tight, and the swordsman bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from crying out as he tips over the edge.

The world momentarily goes away in a wash of crimson behind his eyelids and he's convinced that he's fainting, but then he opens them and realizes that he's laying limp on the deck with Luffy slumped bonelessly on top of him, both of them struggling valiantly to catch their breath. He can feel his heart thundering, and he grunts when his captain wriggles around so he can press an ear against the broad chest under his head.

"Mmm," Luffy hums drowsily, petting his side apologetically where the bloody bandage has almost fallen off. "Zoro doesn't always say much, but his heart talks a lot."

The swordsman flushes - his new captain always seems able to say such openly honest and embarrassing things without batting an eyelid - and raises a tentative hand to touch the younger pirate's shoulder. Luffy makes a happy sound and snuggles closer, wrapping both arms around him, so he slides it under the damp vest to rest on the warm back beneath.

Even though he wasn't looking for it, the sex doesn't really surprise him all that much, not after he found himself on the receiving end of a enthusiastic hand job less than three hours after they met, but the cuddling does. He kind of expected Luffy to bound off and abandon him in the warm puddle that he can now feel growing under his ass. Ugh.

He's suddenly aware that he feels kind of gross covered in drying sweat and other fluids, but Luffy is snoring faintly against his chest and clings like a monkey, resisting Zoro's attempts to pry him loose, so the swordsman sighs and closes his eyes. He'll get up in a minute or two.

He eventually falls asleep tracing small circles on his captain's back as he stares up at the night sky, counting stars and wondering just what the hell possessed him to not only agree to follow this man but to also allow someone he barely knows to claim him in such a personal way.

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Nami wakes him in the morning with forceful kicks to the head, shrieking at the two men to wash up and put their clothing back on because she's located an island where they can pick up supplies and hopefully locate a larger ship. Luffy, who is laughing merrily despite his black eye and lump-covered skull, apparently has other thoughts because he insists on giving the swordsman a thorough good morning kiss despite his insistence that Nami is standing RIGHT THERE.

Zoro takes one look at the navigator's clenched fists and haggard, sleep-deprived face and tells himself that he's satisfied his curiosity and won't be scratching this particular itch again any time soon.

Some time later, after the swordsman's spent an afternoon trying not to stare at Luffy's ass and when Nami and the new guy are busy pouring oil on the island pass slope, he finds himself dragging his grinning captain into the nearby bushes. Luffy's just as enthusiastic about being on the receiving end, and when they eventually emerge to hear Nami laughing nervously and babbling something about noisy stray cats to a quizzical-looking Usopp, Zoro realizes that he's got a problem.