Chapter 4 – Meditation
This chapter contains sexual content. Reader discretion advised.
No one would believe Zoro if he told them it was possible to get used to waking up to the feel of rubble lodged into your back. He'd never had a problem sleeping through natural disasters or a severe injury, but waking up with a brick wedged into his shoulder blade never failed to make him groan.
He moved slightly, dislodging the piece of ancient ruin from his body before patting himself down for major injuries. His head was throbbing, but there wasn't any blood oozing from it and nothing seemed to be broken; Chopper would be pleased. At least he would be spared those annoying bandages.
It took a few confused blinks to clear Zoro's vision. The blurry environment slowly seeped into focus as he sat up. Debris and dust crumbled off his body like miniature landslides as he shook his head. The throbbing was subsiding; if he had a concussion it was minor.
They seemed to be in the same spot they had landed in, the multiple levels they had fallen through surrounding the distant opening to the surface. The sky was still dark so it didn't seem like they had been knocked out for long. Or maybe they had been knocked out for a full day.
The soft sound of paper caught Zoro's attention and the swordsman spun around in the crater he was sitting in. Sanji was sitting not too far away, facing away from him and hunched over. Zoro's blood ran cold when he realized what the blond was doing.
He was reading the book.
The smoke from Sanji's cigarette wafted through the cold, still air. The blond didn't touch or service his cigarette; the only movement and sound in the temple was the occasional flipping of old pages.
Zoro watched, uncertain if the cook's body language was tense in anger or excitement. The silence seemed to stretch on forever until the book clapped shut between Sanji's fingers.
Zoro tensed up on the spot, holding his breath as the cook turned around. His expression was dark and completely serious. It was much too hard to read Sanji's body language; it was like the blond was struggling to keep himself under control.
"Zoro." Sanji's tone was so plain and monotone Zoro was taken aback. He'd never heard the cook use his name in such a dull tone of voice. "Who's this book for?"
Zoro swallowed thickly, trying to read Sanji's expression. The blond seemed to be staring right into his soul. He wasn't sure he'd be able to fool him if he lied.
"I got it for you." Zoro decided to tell the truth.
Something dark flashed across Sanji's face for a second. Zoro wasn't sure what it had been; he'd never seen it before. The words hung in the air, seeming to linger for an eternity before Sanji spoke.
"Why?"
This was the question Zoro had been lingering on. The real reason he hadn't wanted to give the blond the book himself. He didn't know why. He just knew that this book was somehow related to Sanji's dream, so he wanted him to have it. Why it had consumed him so much, why he had been so concerned about it, was still a mystery.
"Because it's about-"
"I know what it's about." Sanji interrupted, he hadn't raised his voice, but it still managed to overpower Zoro's. "I want to know why you did this." Sanji's hand trembled slightly, his knuckles whitening around the spine of the book.
"Because I felt like it." Zoro grimaced; it was the best he could come up with.
He expected Sanji to frown at him or tell him he was an idiot, but when he made eye contact with the man standing a short distance away, he froze.
Sanji was absolutely livid.
"YOU SHITTY BASTARD!" Sanji screamed, his voice echoing through the temple and bouncing off the walls.
Zoro barely managed to raise his sword to block before Sanji's leg hit him in the chest, sending him flying backwards and tumbling over rocks littering the temple floor.
"OI! COOK! WHAT ARE YOU-"
"SHUT UP." Sanji ran for him again, sending a barrage of kicks Zoro would never have been able to block if he wasn't used to sparring with the blond. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!?"
"DOING WHAT?!" Zoro pushed Sanji back, sending the furious blond flying across the temple. "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
Sanji didn't seem to agree, kicking massive moss covered boulders at him like they were pillows. Zoro barely managed to slice them up before they reached him; each piece hitting the wall behind him and causing the temple to tremble ominously.
"YOU HORRIBLY INSENSITIVE, TACTLESS, IGNORANT, SHITTY BASTARD!" Sanji's voice was breaking, the pitch rising and dropping as the blond swung his leg through the air at borderline terminal velocity. He aimed for Zoro's head but connected with his forearm instead.
Zoro's feet sunk into the ground as the kick pushed him backwards and he used the opportunity to grab Sanji's ankle. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID!" Zoro yelled.
This was worse than he'd thought; the blond was acting utterly insane. He wasn't himself!
"I KNOW YOU DON'T!" Sanji hissed, swinging his leg over and sending Zoro flying across the chamber where he was imbedded deep into the stone. "YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! YOU ARE TORTURING ME!"
Zoro gasped as he fell out the wall, coughing from the impact. He didn't want to use his swords on Sanji; the cook wasn't acting like himself. He was probably sick and something was messing with his brain. It didn't change the fact that he couldn't fight the blond unarmed like this.
"Torture? I'm not torturing you!" Zoro spat out, cracking his neck as he drew his second sword.
Back of the blades of course. He didn't want to kill the cook.
"YOU ARE SUCH A ROTTEN BASTARD!" Sanji hissed, his face contorting with anger. "STOP BEING LIKE THIS, DOING THESE SHITTY THINGS!" The blond was running for Zoro now, malice in his posture.
Zoro couldn't recall a single marine who had angered Sanji like this and had left with no bones broken.
"WHAT THINGS!?" Zoro yelled back, blocking Sanji's kick as the blond jumped into the air and flipped over for a drop kick.
Sanji's ankle pushed Zoro's swords down, leaving less than a finger width between the heel of Sanji's fancy dress shoes and Zoro's face.
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO FAKE THIS! TO PRETEND LIKE THIS! TO WANT SOMETHING I CAN'T HAVE!" Sanji kicked away, landing out of kicking range and trembling with anger.
They were standing across from each other now, screaming like children.
"What?! What is it you can't have?!" Zoro yelled back, he didn't deserve this shit. Forget ever doing anything nice for the cook again. "The All Blue is out there!" Zoro screamed, pointing to the book with Wado, "YOU ARE HOLDING PROOF RIGHT NOW!"
"SHUT UP! I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE ALL BLUE!" Sanji howled and ran a frustrated hand through his tousled golden hair. "YOU'RE DOING IT RIGHT NOW! WHEN YOU DO SHITTY THINGS LIKE THIS, THE PAIN GETS UNBERABLE!"
Zoro perked up at that, lowering his swords cautiously. "Pain? Are you feeling sick?"
"I'm NOT feeling sick you ignorant, half-brained, idiotic, BASTARD Marimo!" Sanji hissed, his voice dropping in pitch as he covered his face with a trembling hand. "You don't have any idea... none."
"I actually do." Zoro offered, sheathing one of his swords. "I've been feeling strange too lately. My chest has been fluttery and it's like there's something thrashing around in my guts. It mostly happens around you though-"
Sanji looked up at that, the anger was gone from his expression and he was staring at Zoro in disbelief. The one visible eye wide as it stared at him through slightly parted fingers. Zoro could see the cook pale on the spot.
"-So you should calm down. Chopper will figure out what we've got. It's probably something easily cured, I don't think it's painful like you do, there's just this warm and tense sensation in-" Zoro paused as Sanji started moving, the entire temple seemed to echo Sanji's loud, purposeful footsteps.
Sanji was storming at him again, taking large determined strides with a completely deadpan expression. His shoulders were tense as the blond spit out his cigarette and dropped the book onto a nearby boulder when he'd crossed half the gap between them. Zoro raised Wado, putting it between them as he anticipated Sanji's attack.
There was no kick. Sanji strolled right up into Zoro's personal space, pushing the Wado out of the way dismissively, with a firm hand on Zoro's wrist. During the hundreds, if not thousands, of arguments and fights they'd had Sanji had never once used his hands. Zoro hadn't been expecting it in the slightest, so the sudden yank on his shirt collar and the other man's lips on his own caught him completely off guard.
That aching feeling in Zoro's chest returned as he felt Sanji's tongue slide along his lips, begging for entry. For a moment Zoro was frozen in shock, not sure what to do with this sudden turn of events. Sanji was kissing him. KISSING him. Sanji's arm flung around his neck, pulling him closer as the cook's teeth ghosted over Zoro's bottom lip.
Suddenly it all made sense. All those emotions and desires Zoro had spent years meditating away. All those thoughts and instincts he'd categorized as unnecessary and troublesome burst free, flooding his mind and consuming him whole.
He slid Wado back into it's home, parting his lips and smirking at the almost shocked gasp the cook made against his mouth when he met Sanji's tongue with his own. The aching feeling faded, the tension unwound and Zoro finally understood why.
He wanted the cook. He had wanted him, for a long time. He'd spent years meditating to getting rid of "pointless" thoughts like that. Telling himself again and again that he didn't have time for these things if he was going to become the best. So, naturally, he hadn't noticed when he fell for the blond.
He'd been smothering his instinct, locking up the need and desire for so long he'd forgotten how it felt to WANT a person this way. He simply hadn't recognized it. He wasn't sick at all, his body was telling him what his mind was trained to ignore. It was all so obvious now. Zoro brought a hand up to Sanji's face, running his thumb along his jaw as he savored the moment.
Sanji's mouth tasted like tobacco and spices. He could feel Sanji's fingers pulling at his shirt as the blond tilted his head, groaning low into Zoro's mouth in appreciation. The swordsman decided to embrace his newly rediscovered instinct; running his fingers through Sanji's hair like he'd done before.
This time it felt much better, thick golden strands like silk between his fingers as he gently clawed at the cook's scalp, tugging softly like he had before. Sanji groaned at the touch, his hand slipping from Zoro's back to his shoulder, pushing him away as they caught their breath.
"Bastard." Sanji groaned, his voice slightly husky with need and strain from screaming before. "Where the hell did that come from?"
"Sorry." Zoro rumbled, licking longingly at Sanji's lips as he slipped a hand around his waist. "I forgot."
"FORGOT?" Sanji arched away from Zoro, gritting his teeth when Zoro refused to let him go. "You can't just FORGET that you have these kind of emotions! How dense can you get!?"
The swordsman didn't bother answering and instead busied himself with biting at the cook's neck; sucking gently on his bite marks until the blond reluctantly gave in and relaxed into his touch.
"You're such a shitty bastard." Sanji mumbled into the top of Zoro's head as the swordsman kissed at his collarbone. Every inch of Sanji's skin was so warm and covered in a slight layer of sweat from their earlier fight. Zoro felt the familiar heat pool in his guts, but this time he embraced it. He knew what it was now.
"Hey, cook-" Zoro finally managed to croak, his excitement clogging up his throat and pooling in his groin. Zoro was torn between common sense and his arousal; the temple was crumbling and possibly full of spiders. This really was not the time nor place for this.
"This place is coming apart, maybe we-" Zoro grit his teeth when Sanji's hand snapped up and yanked at his cheek, pulling on the skin as Sanji frowned at him.
"Don't ask me to wait, Marimo bastard, I've waited long enough to last a lifetime…" Sanji huffed indignantly as Zoro pulled his cheek free from his grip with a yank of his head. "If this place can handle me kicking boulders around, I'm sure it can handle something like this." Sanji's finger trailed along the top of Zoro's scar.
"Think about it for a moment, love-cook. There could be spiders and-"
"Oi. Zoro." Sanji's forehead was resting on the swordsman's shoulder.
Zoro could barely hear the pained tone from between Sanji's grit teeth. Sanji's hand withdrew from his scar; wrapping both arms around Zoro's neck and hugging him close.
"Do you have any idea what you made me go through today, bastard?" Sanji's voice wasn't annoyed; it was soft, gentle, and almost pleading. "The shitty spiders, keeping my lighter, freeing me from the web, strutting around naked in the river like a damn pervert-" Sanji's voice broke into a slightly frustrated groan, "-and that book; the one you got specifically for me…"
Zoro sighed, wrapping his arms around Sanji's lower back to hug the blond back. He could feel his resolve utterly shatter at the slight squeeze Sanji was giving him. Sanji grit his teeth and pulled away, frowning at Zoro with his ears practically glowing bright red.
"Don't I deserve a little bit of consideration, idiot?" The cook grumbled, his frown growing to comical proportions as he avoided eye contact.
"Perverted cook…" Zoro pulled him back, trailing the side of Sanji's neck with long, wet kisses. He moved up to capture the cook's lips with his own. Excitement coursed through his veins when Sanji parted his lips without a second of hesitation. He should have seen this before. How long had the cook felt this way? How much time had they lost because of his ignorance?
It didn't matter, the past wasn't important. Right here and right now was important. He wrestled Sanji's tongue with his own, pulling at the back of Sanji's shirt as he tried to touch as much of the blond as he could. He yanked the hem of the shirt out of Sanji's pants, sliding his hands under the fabric and along the blonde's back.
Sanji's left arm was clutching at the back of Zoro's shirt, clawing at the skin underneath in long, desperate drags. Zoro grunted when Sanji's right hand skirted up his chest, fingers playing with his earrings before dragging down his jaw line and throat until they reached his chest again.
The trail of Sanji's touch lingered on Zoro's skin, fuelling his desire. Teeth clashed as the kiss became more frantic, neither willing to give in first. It was too warm. It felt like everywhere Sanji touched him was scorching hot. Zoro was about to break away to pull off his shirt when Sanji's hips pressed against his groin, wiping his mind completely blank at the sensation.
Zoro groaned. His heart was hammering in his chest; he didn't know what it could be pumping, since it felt like all the blood in his body was rushing southwards. He could feel Sanji chuckle against his mouth, he could taste the bastard's grin in the kiss. Sanji was rubbing against him like that on purpose!
Zoro's hands slid down the small of Sanji's back until they reached the back of his dirtied suit pants; giving his behind a vengeful squeeze. Sanji jerked against him with a hiss and a colorful string of curses. Now it was Zoro's turn to gloat, he could feel Sanji's arousal through his pants.
The heat forming between them was starting to become unbearable. There was too much clothing in the way. Zoro pulled back, reluctantly breaking the kiss. He yanked off his shirt, dragging it over his head before he tossed it carelessly aside. Once his shirt was off, he turned back to the annoyed looking blond.
"That's not fair, you bastard." Sanji groaned and stepped back into Zoro's personal space, "tempting me like this after blue-balling me for so long." Sanji grumbled under his breath, gently tracing the top of Zoro's scar with his finger, leaving a smoldering hot trail along the long-healed wound.
"I didn't mean to do any of that." Zoro rolled his eyes, reaching out to grab the front of Sanji's shirt "You should have just said something. How was I supposed to know?" Zoro started unbuttoning Sanji's shirt, mentally cursing every single button as he struggled to chase them back out their holes.
Sanji stepped closer, assisting him in undoing the multiple buttons. "How could I? You hadn't shown interest in anyone so I didn't even know which gender you preferred!" The blond argued, his aggravation audible in his tone. The buttons seemed to slip out of their prison effortlessly at the blonde's touch and what felt like an eternity later, Zoro could slip the fabric off Sanji's shoulders like he was unwrapping a present.
"I don't give a shit about gender." Zoro huffed and watched the curled eyebrow raise in disbelief. "Man or a woman doesn't matter to me. An attractive person is always attractive." Zoro said with finality and tossed Sanji's shirt over his shoulder.
Just in case the blond was about to order him to go and pick up the shirt, Zoro distracted him with a kiss. Sanji pulled him forward possessively. Soft fingertips sank into Zoro's upper arms and left hot trails on his skin when Sanji dragged his nails down his torso and slipped his hands into Zoro's haramaki.
Zoro groaned and pulled the cook closer. Every inch of skin that wasn't pressed against Sanji's felt cold and dead. He could feel the blonde's hands stroke over his hips and lowest set of abs, the tips of his fingers teasing the hem of his pants.
"Hmnn…. Zoro…" Sanji panted against his mouth.
Zoro's skin started crawling with pleasure at the husky growl Sanji's voice had evolved into. There was a long, deliberate grind against his groin, causing the swordsman to hiss in pain and grit his teeth.
Sanji kissed at the side of Zoro's jaw, his tongue ghosting over and playing with his earrings. Zoro thought his head was going to explode when Sanji's lips brushed against his ear, hot breath lingering against his earlobe.
"The oil is in my pants pocket, just like before." Sanji practically moaned into his ear, sending shudders through Zoro's entire body and causing the hair at the back of his head to bristle.
Arousal strained painfully against Zoro's pants as he struggled to control his breathing. "If you have time to tell me where it is-" Zoro grumbled, looking down to Sanji's hips and sliding a hand clumsily into his pocket, "-then get it yourself, idiot cook."
Just like before, the pants were tight around the blonde's thigh, hot skin under the fabric twitching against Zoro's fingers as he slid his hand toward the bottle. Sanji's hands were smaller than his, why didn't the blond get the bottle himself?
Sanji's lips lingered on Zoro's neck as the swordsman tried to maneuver his hand down into Sanji's pocket. Soft sounds of approval rolled off Sanji's tongue when Zoro finally managed to reach the bottom of Sanji's pocket, fingers fumbling for the cork on the glass bottle. Sanji buckled slightly against Zoro, causing the swordsman to groan when the coarse fabric rubbed against him.
When the white hot flash of arousal faded and the world returned around them, Zoro pulled the bottle from Sanji's pocket with a long drag against Sanji's clothed erection, just like he had obliviously done before. Sanji smirked against his jaw as he pulled back, eyeing the bottle Zoro was holding at eye level.
"How's this going to be? Do you want to bottom?" Zoro asked casually, swirling the remaining oil around in the bottle. Sanji's face turned red and the blond scowled as he turned away with an embarrassed huff.
"Bastard! Don't ask me that while making such a serious face!" Sanji groaned, biting his lower lip as he seemed to be contemplating something. Eventually he came to a conclusion and let out a long sigh. "Yes. I… I… prefer it actually. When I'm with men that is-" Sanji eventually managed to groan out. He turned to Zoro with a glare; daring him to laugh.
"Is that a PROBLEM, Marimo?"
"No. Not at all." Zoro assured Sanji with a hasty kiss to the blonde's lips, attempting to claim his tongue when Sanji pushed him back as far as their embrace allowed. Zoro pouted, glaring at the cook who was narrowing his eyes at Zoro.
"It doesn't make me less of a man either." Sanji challenged, lips glistening with saliva and breath heavy with want. Zoro gave Sanji's backside a reassuring squeeze; there was nothing he could think of that would make Sanji less of a man to him.
"Of course it doesn't." Zoro agreed, he himself had tried both and it didn't make him any less of a man as far as he knew.
"Stop agreeing with me." Sanji grumbled, easing back into the kiss, their lips barely brushing as he spoke. "It's annoying."
"Alright." Zoro agreed with a teasing grin, claiming Sanji's lips with his own as he started tugging on the front of the cook's pants, popping the button before he slipped down the zipper. He loved annoying the cook.
"You're such a shitty-bastard." Sanji groaned against Zoro's collarbone as the swordsman undid his pants and pulled his underwear off his hips in one smooth motion. Sanji immediately slipped out of his shoes, leaning against Zoro for a second as he kicked his pants aside eagerly.
Zoro groaned as he took in the view, burning it forever into his memory; Sanji kicking off his clothes and shoes carelessly, face reddened slightly with arousal as he stood completely naked in front of him. Had there ever been anything more perfect?
"I'm not going to be the only one naked here." Sanji declared with slight annoyance in his tone, pulling at Zoro's haramaki demandingly. It was all the motivation Zoro needed to snap out of his trance. He managed to keep his senses about him for long enough to kick off his boots and pull down his haramaki as Sanji kissed him eagerly.
Zoro could hear the fly of his pants yank open as he felt Sanji's lean fingers slip down the front of his pants, rubbing at the base of his erection teasingly. Adrenaline was coursing through Zoro's veins, boiling in his blood as he slid his own calloused fingers over Sanji's hips, enjoying the feeling of soft, forbidden skin as his fingers trailed lower.
The kiss got more passionate as they teased each other, silently competing who would give into temptation first as they groaned against each other's mouth. Zoro had never been this hard in his entire life, he was aching for Sanji, even if he had him at the tip of his fingers and could taste him in his own mouth. He wanted more.
It was almost as if the cook could read his mind, he pulled back slightly looking at him with that strange, dark expression that Zoro hadn't been able to decipher before. Sanji took hold of Zoro's hand, licking up the length of one of his fingers in a long, erotic motion. The blond kept eye contact the entire time. The swordsman stared captivated at the blond; the feeling of Sanji's tongue slicking up his finger going straight to his groin.
For once, Zoro gave in, pulling away with a shaky groan as he discarded his pants, tossing them aside before pulling the cork from the small glass bottle with his teeth. The cork squeaked and gave in with a satisfying 'pop'. Zoro spit it out on the ground besides the pile of clothes. Sanji's mouth withdrew from Zoro's hand, his one visible eye following the movements of Zoro's fingers when he coated them in oil.
When his fingers were properly slicked up with saliva and oil, Zoro's hand slid down to Sanji's backside, earning a small hiss from the blond as he slid a finger along the tight entrance. Sanji's fingers sank into his shoulders, the blond groaned against his neck appreciatively, but Zoro couldn't move.
"Oi… Cook… How am I supposed to get inside if you don't relax?" Zoro rumbled into Sanji's ear, causing the blond to grind against him vindictively.
Zoro could feel Sanji's arousal twitch between them, rubbing against his own as Sanji tried to ease onto his hand.
"It's easier if we're laying down." Zoro whispered, making sure his lips barely brushed against Sanji's ear as he practically mouthed every word.
With no further ado, Zoro took a firm hold of Sanji's behind, hoisting him up so the cook towered over him. Zoro licked at Sanji's collarbone and neck, enjoying the feeling of soft breathing on the top of his head and Sanji's hot arousal against his stomach.
Zoro got down on his knees, pulling some of their discarded clothes into a pile before he lowered Sanji down onto them. They sealed the new position with a sloppy kiss, both men rapidly running out of patience. Sanji's legs parted as he arched his back, presenting his body eagerly to Zoro who took him up on his offer.
Zoro's finger slid inside much easier in this position, the slight resistance of the cook's body eased as he adjusted to the foreign object inside him. The heat was unbearable, Zoro was already dripping with anticipation, gritting his teeth as he worked his finger along the cook's insides until he was ready for another finger.
Sanji's head rolled back when Zoro added the second digit, his eyes were closed and his back arched slightly to allow Zoro to move his hand easier. Sanji's lips were just barely parted, heavy breaths and soft moans slipping from between them and condensing in the cold night air.
Zoro parted his fingers, grinning when he felt Sanji's body give into his ministrations. He was trying his hardest to contain himself; he didn't want to piss the cook off now. The swordsman bit his own tongue, his hand twitching slightly as he slid his parted fingers deeper into the blond.
"AH!" Sanji's entire body jerked slightly and the cook instantly grabbed his own mouth in an attempt to suffocate the long and carnal moan that slipped through his fingers. Zoro froze, feeling the cook's body tremble around his digits. That sound shattered what little remained of Zoro's self control, but Sanji's flustered expression and arched back was too much.
Zoro pulled out his fingers, grabbing the bottle of oil and slicking himself up, hissing at the feeling of cold oil on his skin. Sanji had let go of his mouth, relaxing into the pile of clothes as he watched Zoro prepare up with lust-darkened eyes. Neither of them spoke a word as Zoro positioned himself between Sanji's long pale legs.
There was something so erotic about being allowed between them; these legs that could break chains and boulders with one hit. Zoro ran a hand along the inside of Sanji's thigh before lining himself up with his entrance. Looking up at the blond as if to make sure there wasn't any doubt in his face.
Sanji's half parted lips were slick with saliva and his skin was glistening with a slight layer of sweat, the lean fingers were buried almost desperately in the pile of fabric. Zoro could feel the cook's heel nudging against his back encouragingly, the very same heel that had shattered a boulder less than an hour ago.
Zoro couldn't hold back a long, guttural grunt as he slid inside, feeling the tightness around him pull at his sanity. It was so warm and slick Zoro could barely believe it, he slid inside slowly, marveling at each inch that disappeared into Sanji's body. His heart was beating madly against his ribcage as he leaned over the blond to enjoy the utterly sinful expression the other man was making.
Zoro thrust the final inch inside, pausing to adjust once he was fully seated. Sanji hissed in pleasure, gritting his teeth and tossing his head back as they both panted heavily. Zoro groaned and ran a finger along the valley of Sanji's stomach, flicking his nipple as he kissed him passionately.
The kiss was frantic and sloppy, neither of them bothering to take turns as they groaned against each other's lips. Sanji was urging him to move, drawing his nails over his back and moving his hips sensually against Zoro's waist. Sanji might be ready to continue, but Zoro wasn't sure he could move without coming right then and there.
The kiss dragged on for a few seconds as Zoro regained control over his newly rediscovered sex drive. He wanted this to last; he had his pride to think of. Eventually the almost painful tension at the base of his spine subsided slightly and Zoro tested the waters with a slight grind into Sanji's hips.
The cook's back arched and Sanji let out the most erotic groan Zoro had ever heard. Shivers crawled up Zoro's spine at the sound and the twitch of Sanji's body threatened to send him over the edge right there. Zoro paused, taking a deep breath as he sucked and nibbled at the nape of Sanji's neck.
He pulled halfway out, thrusting inside again and pausing to regain his control while Sanji hissed in approval. Zoro called upon his obscene amount of self-control as he slowly quickened the pace, groaning in pleasure with each thrust. Zoro had always enjoyed how vocal the cook was in general, and Sanji's commanding and desperate tone as he barked half-moaned demands was no exception.
"T-that's so close… Just a little more…" Sanji urged, his long legs wrapped tightly around the swordsman's waist. "Ah! Yes… Right there… more… agahhhhn…" Sanji's demands dissolved into a long, guttural moan as Zoro rubbed against the spot he'd found earlier with each thrust.
"Cook…" Zoro grunted, nibbling on the top of Sanji's jaw line as his self control started slipping. He clung onto the blond like he was falling, feeling Sanji's body tighten and twitch around him each time he jerked against him. He felt like the pleasure was pulling him apart at the seams, he wasn't sure what groans were his own and which of them were Sanji's.
"Z…Zoro…" Sanji was clawing at Zoro's back desperately, groaning low into Zoro's ear. "F…fuck… This…. is…. good…." Sanji's head fell back with a loud moan as Zoro licked at the exposed neck. Both of them teetering at the brink of orgasm as they silently competed who could hold on the longest.
Zoro wanted to come. He felt like he was bursting, the pleasure was burning him up inside and his vision was starting to blur. He wanted to come so bad… But not yet, not until the cook came as well. It wasn't long now; he could hear it in Sanji's breathing. Each breath dissolved into a moan, slowly rising in pitch and becoming more urgent. He only had a few thrusts to go, a few wonderfully hot, tight thrusts.
"Cook…" Zoro growled low and urgently, trying to keep the almost desperate tone out of his voice. "Cook… you feel… so good…" Zoro confessed, his shaky breath dancing across Sanji's sweaty skin. The cook's flexibility, the tousled golden hair, and inhumanly erotic sounds captivated Zoro completely. The swordsman could barely suppress a moan at the view.
The cook gave him an unsteady glance, a pleasure glazed eye meeting his. Zoro's brow furrowed as he stared back, watching Sanji's body jolt beneath him. How could anything be as perfect as the blond was right now? Sanji's hand slid up Zoro's sweat-streaked back and buried it in the back of the green head and fisted his hair.
"Zoro… you…" Sanji hissed as he buckled against Zoro, his voice breaking into a cry of ecstasy as he came between them with an incredible arch of his back. Sanji's body tightened around Zoro, the swordsman's vision flashed white with pleasure as he came with a shudder and a loud groan.
Both men rode out their orgasm clinging to the other, panting loudly as they finally settled into the afterglow. Listening to each other's gasping breaths and impatiently waiting for the moment they could speak. Zoro's heart was racing in his chest; the pleasure was coursing through his veins and he could barely move.
Sanji pulled Zoro closer, kissing him gently on the mouth. "Oi… Marimo." Sanji mumbled against Zoro's mouth, their foreheads touching as Zoro tried to find the words to describe what just happened.
"Hmmm?" It was the best Zoro could manage at this point.
"My pants are over there." Sanji relaxed back into the pile, gesturing over to the side with a trembling hand. "I need a smoke."
Zoro rolled his eyes, leaning over to pull the black pants over to them. Sanji snatched the packet of cigarettes and lighter from the confines of the fabric, lighting up with the most content groan Zoro had ever heard. Zoro pulled out, laying down besides Sanji and watching the smoke from the blonde's cigarette snake through the air above them.
"For someone who does nothing but sculpt this body and suppress his emotions all day, that was really good." Sanji groaned, flicking the ashes off his cigarette and rolling onto his side to watch Zoro.
The swordsman had his eyes closed contently, a soft smile curling his lips as he waited for the afterglow to pass.
"Good?" Zoro arched a brow, but kept his eyes closed, listening to Sanji playing with his earrings idly. "I'd say it was a little better than that. You were 'really good' yourself."
There was a slight shuffle when Sanji sat up. Zoro opened his eyes lazily to watch the blond lean over him to reach for the book, return besides him, reclining on the floor and opening the book at the center to look at the large, faded words on top: 'All Blue'.
Zoro watched Sanji's fingers trace the outline of the letters, curiosity rising as the high of orgasm faded.
"What does it say?" Zoro raised his head, wrapping an arm around Sanji's waist and moving a little closer to rest his head on the cook's sweat stained chest.
"I knew you were unable to read." Sanji teased, leaning a little closer to Zoro, resting an arm on his shoulder and playing with his green hair lazily.
"I can read." Zoro huffed, frowning as he leaned over to read the first paragraph. "Stop being an idiot and describe it to me, curly-brow."
Sanji hummed in approval, grinning as he ran a thumb over the center of the opening. "It's located somewhere on the grand line, the All Blue. Big and vast, colored a shimmering blue. It's full of fish from all the oceans. That captain Belon guy describes so many different kinds. Some of these fish I've never seen myself."
"I can't wait to eat them." Zoro grinned, sitting up and cracking his neck loudly. Sanji was beaming at him, his grin was so large Zoro could swear it rivaled Luffy's; his heart skipped a beat at the sight. Zoro reached for his pants, pulling them on before he started looking for his boots.
"Just you wait!" Sanji laughed, placing the book besides them as he slipped his underwear and black suit pants on in what seemed to be the blink of an eye. "I'm going to cook so much you're all going to pass out. Even Luffy."
"Those are some pretty big words." Zoro stood up, offering his hand to the blond who took it absent-mindedly and stood up as he shook the gravel from his shirt. "You better remember them when we get there." Zoro watched as Sanji's fingers nimbly tucked each button into their respective holes; doing up his shirt lightening fast.
Zoro pulled on his shirt and haramaki, tying his swords to his hip as Sanji slipped on his shoes. The blond tucked the book under his arm; crushing the remains of his after sex cigarette under his foot before joining Zoro at the gaping black void that seemed to be some sort of ancient hallway.
"We're not going to be able to go back the way we came." Zoro reasoned as they both glanced back to the crumbling ceiling.
Surely, even if they jumped from floor to floor or climbed the ancient staircases, the ceiling wouldn't support their weight.
"For once you seem to be choosing the right way." Sanji grinned, collecting a dry dead root from the temple floor. "I guess even a broken clock is right twice a day."
Zoro watched as the blond splashed some of the remaining oil on it, lighting the end as a makeshift torch. The fire scared off the dark, enabling them to start their walk down the hallway safely.
"I think you'll have to buy a new oil bottle before we leave this island." Zoro gestured to the few remaining drops in the bottle. The flame of the torch smelled like magnolia. Zoro sighed, he was never going to be able to tend to his swords without remembering the feeling of Sanji clawing at his back or hearing the cook's carnal moans echo through his head.
Sharp swords kept by sharp mind, huh? It was going to take some serious meditation to block out the mental images of tonight's events.
"It's okay." Sanji said dismissively, lighting a new cigarette with the torch as they walked. "The oil was meant for you anyway." The cook's ears were reddening slightly and Zoro grinned at the sight of the blonde's embarrassment, "-As a thank you for letting me use yours the other day."
"It's the same brand as my sword oil." Zoro mused, impressed by the cook's attention to detail. He plucked the bottle from Sanji's hand and examined it in the soft golden glow of the flame. "Well, technically, I used it. So you succeeded."
Sanji squirmed slightly, grimacing at him as they walked. "I didn't mean for you to use it on THAT sword though." The cook mumbled and Zoro couldn't help but let out a loud laugh. It echoed down the hallway, distorting the sound until it sounded like someone further down the hall was mocking them.
Both men fell silent, waiting for the creepy echo to die down in the hallway around them. The fire crackled and snapped on the root, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Their footsteps bounced off the wall, and Zoro was content in knowing that the odds of something sneaking up on them with all sound amplified like that were slim to none.
"Do you think there are spiders in this place?" Sanji almost whispered, leaning closer to Zoro to minimize the echo. The blond looked anxious, Zoro supposed that 'lie' Usopp had told him about Sanji's spider phobia hadn't been a lie after all.
"Probably. This is further down than the tunnel was, I think." Zoro mumbled as low as he could and glanced upwards, looking at the crumbling mossy ceiling.
The cracks snaked along the carvings, dissolving into dust at the mere look. If the ceiling caved in on them, they were dead. No chances of cutting open a hole here like back in the tunnel.
"Don't even THINK about attacking the ceiling moss-brain." Sanji hissed, grabbing Zoro's wrist and pulling his hand away from his swords. "We'll get out of here WITHOUT the entire thing caving in." Sanji didn't let go of Zoro's hand though, thin fingers clasping Zoro's wrist affectionately.
"I'm not stupid, I know what I can and can't attack." Zoro grimaced, eyeing Sanji's strange handhold curiously. "So Usopp wasn't lying when he said you were scared of spiders?"
"Shut up. I'm not SCARED of them. They are just… hairy and disgusting." Sanji grumbled, pulling Zoro by the wrist as he avoided eye contact. "You, Usopp, and everyone else on the crew might have grown up on an island, but I grew up on the sea. Not many spiders there."
"So… do you shriek or something when you see them?" Zoro asked, grinning when the blond swung the torch for his head.
"I DON'T 'SHRIEK', MARIMO!" The blonde's face was red and he was grimacing around his cigarette.
Zoro laughed at that, causing the blond to swing the torch for him again. The torch hit a column, bouncing out of Sanji's hand and rolling on the floor before them. The fire crackled and Zoro crouched to pick it up before they set the entire temple on fire.
The column Sanji had struck divided the hallway into two smaller paths: a fork in the road. Sanji reached out and grabbed Zoro's wrist again, pulling him a little closer. "Don't you DARE get lost, Marimo."
"I don't get lost!" Zoro huffed indignantly, reaching the torch out to illuminate each path. The darkness seemed to eat up the light."They look identical," Zoro added after a moment of silence, turning to the blond who didn't seem inclined to let go of his wrist.
Zoro didn't mind it, but Sanji's embarrassment over the whole thing was hilarious.
Sanji serviced his cigarette with his free hand, examining each hallway opening carefully. "There is SOME difference." Sanji let go of Zoro's wrist to take a few steps into the hallways to the right, listening closely.
Zoro did the same, joining the blond at the mouth of the hallway and holding his breath.
"That's just an echo, cook." Zoro grumbled when he heard the soft clattering noise. Sanji silenced him with a hand to his mouth, concentration furrowing his curled brow. The noises continued though, soft murmurs of distant voices, even if the two of them were completely silent.
"There are people in here." Sanji's hand slipped down to Zoro's shoulder, where it tugged on his collar. "Come on. They might know the way out." Sanji started walking again, pausing to wait for Zoro who was still standing at the mouth of the hallway. "Don't you DARE get lost in here."
"I'm NOT getting LOST." Zoro huffed, walking up to Sanji's side and raising the torch to illuminate their path as they walked side by side. The echo of voices was growing louder with each step, occasional sharp metallic sound breaking up the murmurs. He had a bad feeling about this.
There were definitely people in here; but what kind of people?
Chapter 4 - END
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