Hello~!
February 16th was the one-year anniversary of this story. Yay! -throws confetti- So I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone that had stuck by me the entire time (seriously, you don't have anything better to do? XD) A special thanks to my pre-readers and betas Vergina and Thérèse, who keep correcting my stupid mistakes XD And of course also a thank you to everyone who has read up till now. You guys are awesome :D
And don't worry, it won't take another year to finish this XD I think there are about four or five chapters left~ (after this one)
Then another thing I like to point out: as you may or may not have guessed, there might be smutty scenes in this chapter and the next ones (that's not the shocking part, though some of you might think so XD) Anyway, I would like to point out that I don't do the whole uke/seme thing, in the sense that one always tops and one always bottoms and the assumptions that lie behind that. Sanji and Zoro are equals, in my opinion, and neither is 'submissive' or 'dominant' like that. And since you have already come this far in the story, I can only ask you to keep an open mind if that's not your thing.
That's enough ranting for today XD Please enjoy~
Hot as Fire
Chapter 17
Finally the day was there: today the new Baratie would officially open. Sanji was excited, but he couldn't help but feel a little nervous as well. Not just because they had several new staff members, whom he had been training all week, but also because all his friends would be there, including Zoro.
They were dating for almost two weeks now, if it could be called that. The only thing they had done, was what they already did before all this happened, which was just hanging out and watching movies together at the cook's or the swordsman's place. Only now they kissed or did an occasional hand job. They hadn't gone any further than that. Sanji didn't feel like he was ready for more. Their friends still didn't know anything, something he liked to keep that way for now.
But they hadn't hung out with all their friends present either, since Sanji was busy with the finishing touches at the restaurant, and now the blonde was nervous Zoro would do something stupid. He was an idiot marimo, after all.
Pushing away these thoughts he straightened his tie as he gave the staff their final instructions. Today Sanji would oversee the waiters, as there were many new ones. He was a bit bummed that he didn't get the chance to cook tonight, but he shrugged it off. There would be other nights. Besides, there were way more cute waitresses than female chefs. After dancing around them and worshipping them for the beautiful angels that they were, he turned to the males. "Listen up, shitheads, this is the most important night of your worthless lives, understand? Mess it up, and you will find my foot so far up your arse, it will come out of your mouth. You," he pointed to Luffy, who stood to attention like he was in the military, "you can eat all the leftovers from the plates of the guests, if you behave yourself. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir!" the boy called out, saluting with a big grin on his face.
Sanji had to admit he liked being treated as an officer, so he decided to play along. "That would be all. Dismissed." With a flick of his hand he sent them off. He himself went out the back door and joined Zeff with all the paparazzi at the front of the building. They had gone all out, there was a red carpet and tape, which the mayor would cut. Sanji had made sure he looked his best, though he doubted his foster father was in any picture with a smile on his face. Still, he knew that Zeff was ecstatic; the ever present frown was less visible than usual.
The ribbon was cut and pictures were taken, before the first guests were allowed in. First the mayor of course, along with the chief of police, who was none other than Luffy and Ace's grandfather Garp, and some other big shots. Next Sanji's friends arrived. He couldn't help but grin goofily when he saw Nami, Vivi and Robin approach. They looked more lovely than ever, Nami wearing a dark red dress, Vivi a blue one and Robin was dressed in purple. He hurried himself over to them, kissing their hands and accompany them inside. They were followed by Usopp, Franky, Ace, Marco, Chopper, Brook, Kohza and of course the marimo himself. Gin had politely declined his invitation, saying he had something else to do.
Despite fawning over the women as usual, Sanji couldn't keep his eyes off Zoro. He had seen him in a suit before of course, but damn… The swordsman caught him staring and smirked – did he imagine it or did the green haired man sway his hips a little more? The blonde hastily looked away, willing the flush on his cheeks away and helped the girls with their seats.
"So why aren't you in the kitchen, Mr Cook?" Robin asked him after thanking him.
"Must be because they don't want anyone to have food poisoning on the opening night," Zoro said smirking.
Sanji turned around brusquely. "What did you say, moss-for-a-brain?!"
"You heard me, shit cook."
They glared at each other, until they heard a shy cough behind them. "Ehm, Sanji? I'm supposed to wait this table, right?" Kaya asked, holding a pile of menus.
"Yes, of course, my radiant angel. I will leave you to it. And Robin-chwan, I have been asked to oversee the new idiot waiters." He bowed and after glaring at Zoro one more time he went back to the door to welcome the other guests.
Every once in a while he glanced over at the table where his friends were at – not looking at Zoro of course, don't be ridiculous – rather to see how Kaya was doing. She seemed fine, a bright smile on her face as she talked to Usopp. Those two should hurry up and get together already. Well, he wasn't one to talk, was he?
He was helping out one of the waitresses behind the bar when he noticed the final two guests he had invited standing by the table with his friends. Hastily he made his way over.
Shanks was wearing a black jacket, covered by an equally black cloak. Benn was standing next to him, also in suit. When the red haired man noticed the chef he smiled brightly at him. "Evening, Sanji. So nice of you to invite us."
"Of course," he muttered a little surprised. "I didn't know you knew each other." He gestured between his friends and the book store owner.
"Sure we do," Ace said. "Shanks is Luffy's godfather."
Sanji raised his curly eyebrows. "He is?"
Shanks just smirked. "Where is the little rascal anyway? Did you have to lock him up?"
"Actually, he's working as a dishwasher-boy." Sanji sighed. "I had to promise him all the leftovers, but I think he'll behave."
Shanks laughed. "What an optimist you are."
"How do you know Shanks, Sanji?" Nami asked.
"I always buy books in his store, my beautiful flower~"
"All books, eh?" Zoro asked smirking.
Sanji froze. Something in the swordsman's tone was unsettling. But he couldn't know… Could he? Quickly he changed the subject. "But I can pull up another table, if you prefer to sit together."
"That's okay," Shanks and Ace said simultaneously, before the redhead continued: "I was aiming for a quiet night, anyway."
A little confused about their resolute refusal, Sanji let Shanks and Benn to the table he had reserved for them. "May I take your coat?" he asked the former.
"No, thank you. I'm fine."
Sanji flushed, realizing that the cloak was draped so it covered the man's missing arm. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"
But the red haired man waved his apologies away. "Don't worry about it. And I should be the one apologizing since we're late," he said. "Benn couldn't leave Rika."
"You would be reluctant to leave if it was your daughter staying with those morons," the grey haired man grumbled.
"I told you, it'll be fine."
"They're your friends. That means they're irresponsible."
"Are you saying you are?"
"I'll go get your menus," Sanji said hastily, before leaving the bickering couple – if they weren't, they sure as hell looked like one. While he made his way to the bar where they kept them, he glanced around the restaurant. It was pretty full, with the people Zeff and Sanji had invited and guests who had made a reservation. They would have a good turnover tonight. Humming happily, he brought the menus to the table and took their drinking order. After that he made his way to the bar to pour them.
Zoro kept his eyes on the man standing behind the bar. Sanji didn't want to tell anyone about them, not yet anyway. The swordsman hadn't had the guts to confess that Ace already did know, he didn't need to be skinned alive. And by her all-knowing looks, he was sure Robin was aware what was going on as well. The blonde had had a hard time admitting to himself he may like a man, and they shouldn't rush things. But even though he understood that part a little, it was difficult not to imagine taking him right here on one of these tables every time that fine ass was walking past. Hand jobs were good and all, but he wanted more than that. But he would be patient. He would wait until the blonde was ready. He had waited so long already, what could a few more weeks hurt? It was just another test of stamina.
Kaya brought their appetisers, a gentle smile on her face every time she looked at Usopp. Zoro stared at the plate in front of him. It looked delicious, he had trouble not to drool on it. But since Luffy wasn't here, or at least not at the table, he didn't have to stuff his face right away and decided to wait until everyone had what they ordered.
Franky told Kaya the food looked "SUPERR" and she thanked him, before returning to the kitchen to fetch the rest. She returned fairly quickly, carrying Robin's shrimp cocktail and Usopp's mustard soup. Unfortunately, she tripped before she could place the plate in front of the architect, effectively launching the piping hot soup in his lap.
All men at the table had a pained expression on their face, aware which part had been hit. Kaya had placed her hand over her mouth, looking utterly devastated. "I'm so sorry!"
Chopper immediately started to panic. "Someone call a doctor!"
"You are a doctor," Zoro said gently. "So is Kaya."
The brown haired boy sighed in relief. "That's true. I forgot about that."
Despite the obvious pain written on his face, Usopp gave them the thumps up. "Really, this is nothing. Once I was tied to a table in the lair of an evil spy, who tried to cut me in half with a laser."
Chopper's eyes grew until they were twice their size. "Really?"
Usopp laughed a fake laugh, carefully dabbing up the soup from his suit. Fortunately for him, Sanji just came up to him, holding a bag of frozen peas. Thankful Usopp placed them on his groin.
"You better eat those when you're done with them," the blonde said threateningly.
"Please, let me have a look," Kaya said. "Cooling it is good, but you should take off your pants."
"Let's get you to the bathroom, Usopp-bro." Franky got up from his chair and helped the bright red curled haired man up. "I highly doubt that Sanji-bro would appreciate it if you lowered your pants in public."
Shaking his head, Sanji watched the three of them leave, before turning to the table, standing next to Zoro. "Is everything to your liking?"
"These appetisers are rather small," Zoro commented.
The blonde turned around brusquely. "I was asking the ladies, moss-for-a-brain! I don't care what you thi–"
His rant was interrupted by the green haired man pulling at his tie and their lips met. Bright red, Sanji didn't know what to do at first. After what seemed like hours, he finally scrambled his brain together, kicking Zoro in the ribs with so much force the chair he was sitting on fell over. "What the hell are you doing, you fucking bastard?" he yelled. Realising the entire restaurant was staring at him, he fixed his tie a little embarrassed and said: "I seem to have dropped something." With that, he left for the kitchen.
Zoro scrambled to his feet snickering, setting back his chair. It had been worth it, even if he had to put up with Ace's suggestive eyebrow wiggle. Robin chuckled behind her hand.
Nami sighed. "Geez Zoro, you go pretty far just to annoy him."
The kitchen was a chaos, but that was nothing unusual. Sanji avoided the knives and fists flying around to check up on Luffy. The black haired boy was contently licking a plate clean, only to place it on a pile with equally licked ones. "Oi, Sanji!" he yelled enthusiastic. "These are clean."
The blonde stopped in his tracks. "Please don't tell me that is how you clean the plates. I told you to place them in the dishwasher!"
Luffy cocked his head. "Did you?"
Sanji groaned and rubbed his temples. He should have known better than to expect Luffy to listen after the word 'food' was mentioned. "Is that how you clean them at home?"
"Nami says I'm not allowed to," he pouted. "She says it's unhygienic or something. But look, they're clean!"
The chef could only pray none of Luffy's so called clean plates had been served to the guests. He took a deep breath and walked to the dishwasher. "Look, I don't care if you lick them clean, as long as you put them in the dishwasher after. I'll show you one more time, alright?" This time, fortunately, the boy did seem to pay attention.
Only now he noticed the bump on Luffy's head. Carefully he examined it. It looked fresh, so it wasn't the lovely Nami who gave him a well deserved smack. "What happened?"
"He was trying to steal the costumers' food," Patty grouched, just walking past with a pan.
"Dammit, Luffy," Sanji sighed. "I told you to behave. I already promised you the leftovers."
"But it smelled so good," the boy whined. He had just picked up the pile of 'clean' plates to place them in the dishwasher.
"By the way, your godfather's here," Sanji remarked. It was useless to reprimand him anyway.
"Shanks is here?!"
With a deafening clattering, the pile of plates fell on the floor, each one of them shattered as Luffy bolted out of the kitchen. Groaning, Sanji started to clean up. This was coming out of the boy's salary.
After having thrown away the shatters of the plates and having argued with Zeff, because the old fart just had to nag, Sanji decided to check up on Usopp. He found his friend in the men's room, the frozen peas pressed to the burn and Kaya sitting on her knees in front of him. Franky was shielding the architect from unwanted visitors. "Really, Usopp-bro, you can borrow my pants if you like," the contractor said.
Sanji sighed. "Please keep your pants on, Franky." Why the blue haired man insisted to walk around in just a speedo at work was beyond him, but then only his co-workers were present anyway. The blonde didn't want the man to scare away any customers. He shook his head. "How does it look?"
Kaya looked up. "It's good it has been cooled right away, but I really think he should see a doctor."
"I can take you, bro," Franky offered.
The architect winced in pain, but still said: "What about Robin, then? And your night out?"
"I'm really sorry, Usopp," Kaya said softly.
Sanji looked from one to the other, his eyes resting on the woman. "Do you have your driver's licence, my dear?"
Surprised she looked up. "Y-yes. I have. Why?"
The chef pulled his car keys from his pocket and handed them to her. "Take him to the emergency room."
"But I have to work," she protested.
"He'll feel the most comfortable with you, won't you Usopp?"
On his friend's face a strange mixture of gratitude and pain could be read.
Sanji turned to Kaya. "Don't worry, my dove. We'll manage without you. Although, of course you will take a piece of my heart with you~"
The rest of the night elapsed relatively peaceful. Franky helped Usopp to Sanji's car, followed by the worried Kaya and Chopper. The brown haired boy only returned to the table with the contractor when Usopp had promised to call once he got home.
After having chatted with Shanks for a while, Luffy was sent back to the kitchen, which he did without complaining – but not before having tried something of everyone's plate at his friend's table.
Without Kaya, Sanji had to work even harder and didn't have time to take breaks. He had sent another waitress to wait on his friends, a lovely girl called Camie – if only her hair didn't remind him so much of the marimo.
Sanji managed to squeeze in one smoke break, where he was accompanied by Benn and there had been an awkward silence between them. He had no idea what to talk about and it didn't help that the grey haired man was so broad and intimidating. Fortunately Benn wasn't one for small talk and they finished their cigar and cigarette in silence.
After the quick smoke, Sanji was bouncing around again, advising wines, serving dinner and complimenting the ladies. When he had a moment, he dashed off to the kitchen to stir or chop something, only to be kicked out by Zeff. His adoptive father wasn't pleased he had sent one of the waitresses away and was trying to make his life hell. Well, more than usual.
When he was dashing past his friends' table again, Zoro caught his wrist. He was about to yell at him to let him go – accompanied by some obscenities – when the green haired man suddenly jammed a fork full of food in his mouth. As food was never to be wasted, he chewed and swallowed, only now realising he was hungry. Still, he kicked the marimo in the head, if only for good measure. But he did take the piece of bread that Zoro put in his hand and chewed on it on his way to the bar – discretely of course, he didn't want to look unprofessional.
The next short break he managed to take, was to go to the bathroom. While washing his hands, he heard the door opening. Turning around, he saw Zoro standing with a smug smile. "What?" he snapped.
With confident strides Zoro walked over to him. "Nothing. Just haven't got any alone time with you tonight."
"That's 'cause I'm busy working, Moss Ball." Still, he couldn't help the embarrassed flush on his cheeks.
"Then why are you in the guests' bathroom?"
"The staff bathroom isn't finished yet." Sanji fixed his hair in the mirror. "No reason to postpone the opening." In the mirror he saw Zoro wrapping his arms around his waist and his own flustered cheeks. "Will you stop it? What if someone walks in?"
Zoro made an annoyed sound and before the blonde knew what was happening, the green haired man had pulled him in a toilet booth. He closed the door behind them.
"What the hell are you doing, Mari–" His sentence was cut short when hungry lips met his. Involuntarily he opened his mouth when the swordsman asked for entrance. It wasn't that he liked it. No way. And certainly no needy whine escaped him when Zoro let go of him.
The swordsman smirked. "Missed me?"
"Who would miss you?" the blonde snorted. "You get lost so often, nobody expects you to be there, anyway."
"I don't get lost," Zoro snarled, but before he could continue, Sanji slapped his hand over the other's mouth.
The door of the bathroom opened and someone walked over to the urinals. They heard a splashing sound and some off-key whistling, before the urinal was flushed. After washing his hands, the man left again.
The chef released a breath he didn't realise he was holding. Frustrated he rubbed his temples. "Fuck Zoro, I can't do this…"
"Che, didn't realise you were such a wuss."
Sanji's head snapped up at Zoro's words. "What did you say?"
"You heard me. Why the hell do you care so much what others are thinking? More importantly, why the hell do you care what strangers think?!"
It was amazing to watch that even in the small booth, including two people and a toilet, Sanji still managed to lift his leg and kick Zoro in the chest. He did it with such force, that the green haired man was launched backwards, ripping the door from its hinges and smacking against the opposite wall right next to the sinks. He groaned as he got up, leaving a dent in the tiled wall.
Sanji straightened his jacket and left the men's room. Obviously the dinner guests had heard some commotion, because everyone was staring at him, having stopped eating. So he put up his polite smile and said: "I dropped something again. Bon appetit." After that he made his way to the kitchen.
People who had hoped for a quiet evening out, were out of luck; every time a waiter or waitress left the kitchen, loud yelled obscenities could be heard.
Zoro had made his way back to the table again, rubbing his sore shoulders.
Nami sighed. "Did you fight with Sanji again?"
The green haired man shrugged. "Not my fault he's such a priss."
He had barely said it, when the kitchen door was thrown open again and Sanji walked to their table. He glared daggers at Zoro, before stopping next to Franky. "May I borrow you for a moment?"
"Sure, Sanji-bro." The contractor got up and followed the blonde to the men's room. Seeing the mess, he scratched the back of his head. "What happened here?"
The chef couldn't look him in the face. "Marimo annoyed me."
"I thought that dent was Zoro-shaped," the blue haired man laughed. But then his face got serious again. "Not cool, Sanji-bro. We worked hard on this."
"I know. I'm sorry. Can it be fixed?"
Franky crouched down by the dent. "Yeah, this shouldn't be a problem."He got up again and picked up the door, which was still lying on the floor. "This is SUPER easy to fix. But, wait… The door was kicked down from the inside. And if you were kicking Zoro–"
"If you can be discrete about this, I'll throw in your meal for free," Sanji interrupted him, his face the colour of a tomato.
The blue haired man smirked. "What about the Mrs?"
The blonde sighed. "Of course Robin-chwan can eat for free as well. You drive a hard bargain."
Franky laughed and struck a pose, pointing his muscular arms up diagonally. "I will be here at nine tomorrow to fix it."
Sanji thanked him and waited until the blue haired man had placed the cabin door before the large dent, before following the contractor out of the men's room. When they arrived at the table again, they were awaited by a pissed off Zeff.
"Dammit old man, I told you I would take care of it!" Sanji snapped.
"Like I can trust a good-for-nothing such as yourself to do anything," the older chef snorted. "You're gonna pay for the damage. And you, grasshopper," he turned to Zoro and the green haired man cringed a little. "You're gonna help out."
"Wha–? I didn't even do anything," the swordsman started to protest, but he was dragged by his ear towards the kitchen, while cursing Sanji and being followed by the sound of snickering from his friends. He would kill them later.
The rest of the evening Sanji and Zoro both spend waiting and cleaning up tables, every now and then glaring at each other. The restaurant slowly became more and more empty. The friends had finished their meal and were enjoying a cup of coffee or tea when Sanji brought the bill over.
Franky picked it up, whistling. "That's some amount. We agreed on going Dutch, right? Good news, honey, we don't have to pay."
Robin chuckled, but Nami exclaimed indignant: "Eh? Why don't they have to pay?"
"I struck a deal with Sanji-bro." Franky winked.
Nami turned around in her seat, looking up to the blond chef with her big, beautiful brown eyes. "Ah, Sanji-kun~ Do I have to pay?" She pushed her bosom up a little further.
Sanji swooned. "Of course not, Nami-swan!"
"So, Vivi is the only one of the girls who has to pay?" Kohza asked sharply.
"Of course you don't have to, my beautiful princess~" the blonde fawned over the blue haired woman.
Nami snorted. "Please, she could pay the entire bill. She's loaded."
"So are you, miser," Ace shot back, only to receive a hit in the head by Sanji.
"Don't you talk to her like that!"
Brook took a sip of his tea. "I wish I had a bosom, so I wouldn't have to pay either. But alas, I'm hardly more than bones as it is! Yohoho!"
It ended in a fierce discussion of who would pay the bill and whether or not the cook was stupid, as soon as Zoro mixed in the conversation. Luffy ended up joining in too, because apparently it was "fun".
Eventually Sanji's eyebrow started to twitch and he slammed his fist on the table. "Will you shut up, you damn pirates?!"
It stayed quiet for a moment, until Marco, who had stayed out of the discussion for the most part, suddenly burst out into laughter. All eyes landed on the arson inspector. Ace seemed to get the joke as well, as he too started to snicker. Marco noticed people looking at him and tried to calm down. "I'm sorry, family joke," he muttered a little embarrassed.
Sanji shook his head. "Well, I don't care who pays, but no one is leaving until this is taken care off." He tapped on the piece of paper lying on the table.
"Put it on my card."
Surprised Sanji turned around and took the card Shanks was holding out. "Are you sure?" He handed the bookstore owner the bill.
The man took a few seconds to look it over and then grabbed his hair. "Good grief, what the hell have you been eating?" Then he shook his head. "No, it's fine. I'd like to pay for Benn and me as well."
"Thank you, Shanks, you're a lifesaver," Nami said, fluttering her eyelashes.
The red haired man waved and followed Sanji to the cash desk.
Finally the last guest had left. The floor had been vacuumed, the tables and the kitchen had been cleaned, and Zeff had called all employees together, including Zoro, and now they were waiting expectantly on what he had to say. Well, the new employees did. Zeff stood in front of them, frowning and with his arms folded before his chest and glaring everyone down. Eventually he snorted and walked away.
"Eh? That's it?" Luffy dared to ask.
Sanji gave him a kick in the shin. "That means 'good job'. Believe me, if he wasn't pleased, you would know."
The black haired boy shrugged and left with Camie, whom he had made friends with and who had offered him a lift home.
Zoro was on his way of leaving as well, when he felt someone grabbing his wrist. Sanji was standing behind him, biting his lip. "I… I could use a ride…"
The corners of the green haired man's mouth curled into a smirk. "Well, maybe I should give you one…"
Clothes were discarded on the floor as soon as the door fell shut. Sanji made his way up the stairs walking backwards, being let by Zoro, so they ended up in the bathroom first before finding the right room – despite that it was the marimo's house.
Sanji ended up on his back on the bed, already naked when Zoro took a position between his legs and moved his head down. The blonde closed his eyes when he felt the hot cavern close around him. It took a lot of his will power and the swordsman's bruising grip not to thrust up his hips. Though they had only given each other hand jobs before this night, Sanji couldn't feel weird about this. In fact, it took him back to the night they met, even if his memory was a little blurry. He did still remember the carpet beneath his bare back, the warmth of the fire, Zoro's mouth…
He arched his back in pleasure when his green haired lover swallowed around him. The swordsman was so good at this… But he guessed that made sense, since Zoro insisted to keep one sword in his mouth when he fought, he had an incredibly strong tongue. Said organ was pressed against the vein on the underside of his cock and Sanji saw stars.
So much time had passed since that first night. If someone had told him then that he would end up lying naked in Zoro's bed, begging for more, he would have laughed in their face – or more likely, kicked them there. But yet, here he was.
His fingers entangled with the short green strands, trying to push Zoro's head down. The green haired man gave his thighs a reproving squeeze, but the blonde hardly felt it. Pleasure was pooling in his belly and he knew he wasn't going to last long. Briefly wondering if he should warn his lover, Sanji's grip on Zoro's hair tightened, before his back arched and he came.
The swordsman sat up, wiping his mouth and watched his lover catch his breath. He actually didn't mind pleasing the blonde, in fact, he enjoyed it very much. The noises Sanji produced were almost enough to do him in.
He looked up surprised when the chef got up from the bed and left the room, only to come back a few moments after. A little disappointed Zoro watched him hoist up his boxer. "Were are you going, Cook?" He tried not to sound bitter, but failed miserably.
The blonde held up a square object. "I'm going to the balcony for a smoke. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about Little Marimo."
A smirk appeared on Zoro's face, despite the ridiculous nickname for his cock. After putting on his own underpants, he followed the cook to the balcony, where he watched the man put a cancer stick in his mouth and breathing in contently. His cock twitched in anticipation, while he imagined all the wonderful things that mouth could do to him. After a few minutes he couldn't take it anymore and pushed the blonde against the wall, kissing him violently. The chef tasted like tobacco, spices and just Sanji. The blonde sighed into their kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around Zoro's neck.
From the corner of his eyes the green haired man noticed a movement. On his neighbour's balcony a wide-eyed Chopper was standing, his jaw practically hitting the floor. He obviously tried to hide, but like usual, it was the wrong way around, actually pushing himself up on the fence instead of crouching down.
Without breaking the kiss, though turning Sanji a little so he wouldn't notice the boy if he opened his eyes, Zoro gestured downwards with his hands. Chopper seemed to understand him, crouching down, before sneaking back into the house again.
Sanji hadn't noticed the boy, fortunately. If the blonde still didn't want strangers to know, he probably wouldn't be happy if their friends did. Even though at least half of them already had an idea. But for now it didn't matter. Zoro's member demanded his attention and he pushed Sanji back inside.
The chef flicked the remainder of his cigarette away – he really needed to put an ashtray around here – before the green haired man pushed him roughly on the bed. His lips were captured as Zoro climbed on the mattress as well and made himself comfortable against the headboard. In one swift movement he pulled off his boxers, finally letting go of Sanji.
"Well Cook, time to show what that mouth is capable off," he said with a wicked grin.
The blonde was glad it was dusky in the room, so the other man couldn't see his flushed face. "You want me to…" He gestured vaguely to Zoro's crotch.
"Suck me off."
"Don't say it so bluntly," Sanji snapped.
"Che, didn't know you were such a prude…"
The blonde looked away. "I'm not… But…"
Zoro placed his hands behind his head and sighed. "There's a first time for everything. And lucky for you, I'm a very patient man."
Sanji swallowed and was about to lean over when the swordsman suddenly stopped him. "Just remember," he hesitated, "no teeth."
The blonde rolled his eyes. "Geez, thanks. I didn't think you might not like someone biting your dick." Still, the mood had changed and Sanji was less nervous now. He was gonna give that damn bastard the best blowjob of his life.
He covered his teeth with his lips and carefully took the tip of Zoro's waiting member in his mouth. It felt weird. Experimentally he have a quick lick. The swordsman groaned, while the blonde examined the taste. It was a bit salty, bitter and something he, even as a cook, couldn't place. Something he tasted in Zoro's mouth as well as they were kissing and he subconsciously had dubbed 'Zoro'. He tried to see how much could fit in his mouth, but gagged when the head hit the back of his throat. He pulled back, wiping his mouth and coughing. But when his gaze flicked up to Zoro, he froze. Chest heaving with the deep breaths he was taking and a thin layer of sweat covering his skin, the swordsman looked at him, his pupils blown with arousal.
Sanji lowered his eyes. "Geez Marimo, don't look at me like that…"
"How would you prefer me to look at you," he purred in a husky tone that sent shivers down the cook's spine.
"S-shut up," he muttered, before focusing on the task at hand again. Again he closed his mouth around the swordsman's erection, taking in as much as he could without gagging. It didn't fit entirely – why did he have to be so big? – so he wrapped his hand at the base and started pumping. Set upon drawing out as many sounds from the stoic marimo as possible, he bobbed his head up and down in rhythm with the strokes of his hand. He was rewarded by a few gasps and pants, but not nearly enough to his liking. So he decided on a different approach, swallowing around the leaking member. He almost immediately regretted it, as Zoro's steady hips suddenly snapped up. Sanji pulled back, proud he could pull out a reaction like that.
The swordsman moaned. "That's enough for today, cook." With his large hand he started to stroke himself, soon reaching his peak.
The blonde watched in awe how Zoro's cum splattered over his stomach. Though he felt a little insulted that the green haired man hadn't let him finished what he started – patient? Yeah, right – but he assumed this was probably Zoro's way of being considerate.
Only now he realised how tired he was. Fortunately, the green haired man didn't seem to have any wild plans either, as he pulled the blonde close, wrapping his arms tightly around him. Soon a soft snoring filled the room.
~ To be continued