Author's note: Content warning for partial second-person perspective with transmasc sex involving vaginal penetration (cis male character x transmasc "reader"). Kind of a spoiler but I'd rather include the warning since I'm aware not all of us trans guys are good with that. The scenario will make more sense when you get to that scene and likely won't be repeated in this particular fic, although there may be further discussion of gender/sexuality occurring between characters. On a side note, I do have an unrelated fic regarding transmasc Zoro in the works, but there's currently no ETA for the first chapter yet.
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I'm not scared, Luffy tells himself for what must be at least the tenth but might also be the hundredth time as he watches Chopper sponge away the drying mess of mingled dirt and sweat and blood. So much blood. TOO much blood. I'm NOT scared. Standing frozen in place beside the stone slab, watching the crew's doctor gingerly wrap Zoro's motionless limbs and limp body with spool after spool of medical gauze, hooves trembling just a bit while he works. I'm NOT.
His body's insisting quite the opposite. He can feel his pulse racing, his heart thundering fast and hard in his chest as if it's some panic-stricken wild beast held captive, hurling itself repeatedly against the unyielding iron bars of his ribs in repeated attempts to escape- although he supposes at least part of the unnerving sensation's due to the adrenaline that's been raging through him from head to toe since he regained consciousness. Initially, in fact, he'd been so overwhelmed by the energy trapped inside him- so downright dizzy with the euphoria of it- he'd simply bounded to his feet and thrown his arms wide and his head back, laughing out loud.
In those first moments he hadn't realized something was wrong, hadn't even registered his first mate's all-too conspicuous absence. No, he'd been too busy crowing about their victory- HIS victory- to count heads. Sanji had been the one to notice Zoro was missing and the one who'd been concerned enough by the swordsman's failure to appear to go looking for him.
Sanji found him. Sanji was there for him first, not me, even though I'm- Zoro's boyfriend, his CAPTAIN- and Luffy's nauseous guilt over his own neglectfulness continues to gnaw at him along with the fear and trepidation that's kept him lingering here fidgeting despite Chopper's gentle admonishments for him to give Zoro some space and despite their friends' repeated attempts to draw him away to let the doctor work.
He inches his fingers across the table's smooth surface, bringing them closer to Zoro's hand where it rests with the palm turned up beside the comatose swordsman's battered body, aching to close the distance between them- but he stops short of actually making physical contact. Uncertain which fear's most responsible for holding him back: the concern that he'll somehow hurt Zoro more- or that he'll find his partner's flesh cold and stiff under the touch. Because the rise and fall of Zoro's chest has become so imperceptible, his breathing so alarmingly shallow, Luffy's been unable to tear his gaze away, some tiny part of him convinced it might just stop altogether while his attention's elsewhere.
He can't forget how Sanji's sudden shouts of alarm had bought everyone running, conversations abandoned and minor injuries forgotten as all of them rushed towards the unexpected commotion because the cook's choked, breaking voice had been so full of shrill panic and desperation, he'd sounded close to screaming as he pleaded for someone- anyone- to come help him.
The crew had discovered Zoro still standing upright somehow, his blood-spattered frame rigid and quivering with the incredible effort required for him to keep his footing, but he'd collapsed almost immediately following their arrival, mere moments after offering Luffy a tremulous, pained smile when he'd seen the captain stumble to a halt a few feet away. Sanji had moved to intercept the falling swordsman and promptly slipped on the slick, crimson-streaked rocks while he grappled with their abruptly unconscious nakama's body when it began to slither bonelessly through his arms. Only when both men had gone down in a tangle of limbs, hitting the ground with a sickening thud and sending fresh gouts of blood spilling from the gaping rents in Zoro's clothing, had Luffy found himself able to move again.
Paralysis broken, he'd rushed forward with his lover's name bursting from his lips in a cry of bewilderment and dismay. Caught Zoro up in trembling arms to cradle his limp form close while everyone else watched in horrified silence- save Sanji, who'd crouched staring wide-eyed down at his own empty, red and dripping hands before wiping them carelessly on his already stained suit and scrambling on all fours to Luffy's side, once again calling out for Chopper.
The situation had deteriorated as they attempted to transport their first mate to Sunny's infirmary. They'd ventured only a few steps from the shallow, gore-spattered crater where he'd been found when, despite the abundance of caution Luffy'd taken to avoid jarring his injured body, Zoro had begun to seize, uttering a string of guttural cries and convulsing violently against his chest.
Seeing the rubber man's startled dismay, Chopper had immediately stepped in, rattling off a list of medical supplies for the remainder of the crew to retrieve from the ship even as he transformed to Heavy Point and gathered Zoro into his own arms. He'd then carried the swordsman's helplessly jerking body into the castle's interior, hurrying past its ruined outer walls in search of somewhere safer to lay him.
Luffy has no idea how Chopper's managed to remain so cool and collected this entire time, but not once has he heard the Zoan raise that familiar, startled cry of "oh no, call a doctor! Wait, I'M a doctor!" In fact, the only words emerging from Chopper's mouth for the last hour or so have been orders and observations issued in a calm, authoritative voice, and although Luffy knows this ought to be reassuring, he honestly finds it more than a little frightening, because the physician's reserved demeanor has made the severity of Zoro's injuries all too clear.
He takes a deep breath and slides his hand closer, fingertips brushing tentatively over the fine creases lining his lover's palm then applying more pressure once he's registered the reassuring warmth and pliability of the skin beneath his touch. Thumb moving slowly back and forth, its pad seeking out and caressing the deeper grooves of the life and fate lines. Tracing them over and over.
Zoro's eyes remain closed but his fingertips give a weak twitch, a signal for which Luffy's been anxiously waiting, and now there's no longer hesitation in his movements as he joins their palms, pressing heart line to heart line and using his opposite hand to fold his swordsman's sluggishly responding digits between his own, lacing them firmly together.
A faint, wet clicking sound emerges from Zoro's throat as his quivering adam's apple bobs, moving slowly, painfully, below his chin as he swallows. His chest's begun to rise and fall with increased vigor, tension creeping into his muscles, stiffening his spine and causing more slight twitching in his previously limp limbs as he regains consciousness. A tendon in his jaw begins to jump and his brow furrows, knotting with distress at the pain his waking mind's beginning to register.
"Zoro?" Chopper asks, voice pitched low. Hurriedly stripping off his blood-smudged gloves to don a clean pair, the doctor uses two fingers to gingerly ease open the lids of his patient's right eye while leaning closer to observe the pupillary response. The sclera visible in the corners is heavily bloodshot, full of so many broken vessels, it's more pink than white.
Zoro flinches involuntarily at the unexpected contact, eyelids fluttering wildly in surprised dismay as he attempts to squeeze them shut to block out the intruding light. The bandages encircling his midsection pull taut, his abdominal muscles clenching tight beneath the layers of gauze when he suddenly tries to sit up on the stone table, but before he can rise more than a few inches, he begins to shake uncontrollably, slumping flat on his back again as a low, wavering noise slips from his throat. A breathless sound of protest that's little more than a whimper.
"DON'T try that again!" Chopper scolds, placing a large palm between the swordsman's pectorals to hold him down, although it hardly seems necessary given his condition. "You need to rest!"
"L-Lu-" Zoro's gasped query catches in his throat and he breaks off coughing, only to writhe and twist in rising discomfort under the doctor's touch as the spasms caused by his protesting lungs shake his injured body. His free hand fumbles helplessly at the table beneath him, unable to find purchase on the smooth stone- while the other crushes Luffy's fingers in an excruciatingly tight grip.
"I'm right here!" the captain assures him, startled by how forcefully he's being squeezed; if his hand wasn't rubber along with the rest of him, he's pretty sure the bones inside would be breaking, ground to splinters and dust by the relentless pressure. "Zoro- Zoro, it's me- it's Luffy!"
Zoro continues clinging to him, clenched throat producing another of those awful, strangled little cries, but his half-lidded, shadowed eyes have rolled in the younger man's direction in response to his voice and although they're still woefully unfocused, there's a faint glimmer of recognition in his bewildered gaze. A spark that flares brighter as the unsteady waxing, waning dilation of his pupils decreases, his gaze slowly growing more focused and the confusion on his face beginning to clear.
The sight invokes such an immense sense of relief, Luffy utters a short bark of unintentional laughter. "Oi, Zor-" he chokes on his own saliva in his urgency to speak and when he swallows and tries again, his voice has gone soft and husky, causing his boyfriend's name to escape his lips as a sigh. "Zoro… it's okay- you're okay."
"Crew," Zoro rasps, his eyes filled with concern and his shaky yet determined grip continuing to wring Luffy's fingers numb. "The- c-crew?"
Leaning closer, Luffy raises his free hand to touch the green-haired pirate's sternum, gently tracing the outline of the huge, vivid contusion that's surfaced on his right pectoral, the flesh mottled a deepening blue and purple where it's peeking out from beneath the layers of gauze bandaging his shoulder on the same side. Idly wondering what sort of blow was capable of doing that degree of damage, because he's pretty sure it's the biggest bruise he's ever seen in his life. "Everybody's here…"
"Safe?" Zoro demands. He can't seem to speak above a harsh whisper, almost as though he's lost his voice from shouting himself hoarse. "A-Are- are they-"
"Yeah, yeah, everybody's okay," Luffy interrupts hurriedly, reaching higher to cradle the left side of his swordsman's pale, sweat-beaded face with his palm in hopes of shushing him, because it almost hurts- actually almost HURTS- watching him struggling so hard to speak. Hearing him sound so awful, every word forced and saturated with pain. "Nobody else got hurt- or at least not hurt as bad as Zoro… not nearly as bad." He's frowning a bit as he relays this fact, once again reminded of his own apparent LACK of injuries, which is really pretty strange now that he's thinking about it- because he's fairly certain he remembers getting knocked around quite a lot during their time here on Thriller Bark. In fact, his body should be aching from fatigue after such heavy use of his Gears alone, not to mention having all those people's shadows crammed inside him, to the point their presence hadn't just altered him physically but turned him BLUE, which had been a whole new level of weirdness- even for him. But although he's currently sporting a slew of bandages, just like the rest of the crew, he's not entirely sure he needs most of them. Possibly ANY of them.
Well... it's certainly a mystery... but it's a mystery Luffy intends to set aside for later contemplation. Right now, there's nothing more important than Zoro, who's been bruised and bloodied - so much blood, TOO much blood - and who's obviously anxious to learn everything that happened while he was unconscious. "But yeah, everybody's fine- oh, AND we found your swords," Luffy continues, knowing the whereabouts of the katana will surely be one of his first mate's next questions. "You got a new one!" He's idly stroking Zoro's cheek with his thumb as he speaks, glad for the physical contact. The reminder they're still together, still both alive. He hasn't bothered freeing his other hand for the same reason, but also because the fingers curled between his knuckles are continuing to clutch him like a vise, almost as though Zoro's afraid someone might swoop in and break them apart at any moment. "Brook said you won it from some samurai zombie guy? The one who had his shadow?"
"R-Ryu- Ryuma." Zoro grimaces at the effort it takes to deliver his former opponent's name. His lips part again as though he's about to say more, but nothing emerges except a dry, wheezing cough that leaves him once again wringing the hell out of the captain's hand.
Luffy winces, reacting not only to the renewed stranglehold on his fingers, but also to the way his lover's face keeps contorting as he fights to quell the coughing fit. The noises escaping his chapped, cracked lips sound terrible and the repetitive muscle tension's clearly causing him a tremendous amount of pain; his eyelids have scrunched shut tightly enough to send stray tears rolling down his steadily darkening cheeks.
It takes some time, but when Zoro eventually regains control of his struggling lungs, he sags against the table and lies there panting, face flushed and eyes remaining closed. Although he still hasn't withdrawn his hand, his grip's gone completely slack, forcing Luffy to tighten his hold on the limp fingers before they slip free of their own accord.
Turning sideways to sit on the stone slab's edge and then wiggling cautiously towards its center until he's shifted close enough to cradle Zoro's head in his lap, the rubber man transfers his worried gaze on Chopper.
The doctor's already one step ahead, Heavy Point hand trembling slightly in midair as he offers a water canteen one of the others retrieved from the ship, contents sloshing audibly as Luffy reaches out to accept it. "Don't- don't let him drink too much too fast, okay? Go slow, give him little sips- just enough to wet his mouth."
The warning's warranted, because as soon as the first drops begin spilling past his lips, Zoro tries to pry the canteen from his hand, sucking desperately at its uncapped mouth. Seeing how badly he wants it, Luffy feels a powerful twinge of guilty holding back in deference to Chopper's medical expertise, but when he reluctantly tightens his grip, his swordsman only yanks harder, and during the ensuing struggle, the canteen tilts a few degrees too far. Having clamped his teeth on the spout in his efforts to wrench it free, Zoro immediately chokes on the sudden deluge pouring down his throat and begins sputtering and coughing forcefully enough to spray water in all directions.
Once the first mate's eventually recovered enough to resume drinking- and had the most waterlogged of his bandages changed, while being gently scolded by the exasperated physician wielding the fresh rolls of gauze- Luffy's a lot more careful, keeping an iron grip on the canteen and only allowing him the smallest of sips until he finally turns his head away, indicating he's either no longer thirsty or simply too exhausted to continue.
Luffy's watching him rest with his eyes shut, lightly stroking his hair, when Chopper clears his throat very softly, sounding apologetic for interrupting. "... Luffy? I've- I've done everything I can for him for now. All we can do- what we NEED to do is let him rest." Biting his lip, he glances over his shoulder towards the corner where injured members of Lola's crew are tiredly awaiting treatment by their own harried-looking doctor. "If- if it's okay with you, would it be alright if I-?"
"Huh?" Luffy follows his gaze to where their allies are gathered and nods. "Oh. Yeah. Yeahyeahyeah, go ahead 'n go help 'em out. I mean, they helped us a lot too, so…" He trails off, attention drawn back to Zoro's closed eyelids and his slow, ragged breathing.
"Keep offering him sips of water every half hour," Chopper insists as he begins collecting the supplies he'll need. "And- I know he won't like this, but-" He pauses, looking up from the rolls of gauze he's clutching. "… the odds he sustained a concussion are- well, they're- they're pretty high… so I want you to wake him every two hours. Get him talking to see if he's still disoriented. If he seems like he's gotten worse or his pupils are dilated unevenly- if one looks bigger than the other- call me back over right away."
"Oh. Yeah. Okay…" Gaze straying to the gauze encircling their first mate's forehead and temples above his furrowed brow, Luffy gives a hesitant nod. He's resumed holding one of Zoro's limp hands between both of his own, the pad of one thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles across its knuckles.
His face must betray his renewed concern, because the reindeer abandons his current task and latches onto his arm to deliver a quick but tight hug. "It's just a precaution, Luffy, I promise! I'm sure Zoro's going to be fine!"
"Of course he is," the rubber man agrees, heat flaring briefly through his cheeks from the embarrassment he can't avoid feeling at having his distress over his boyfriend's condition read so easily. He's the CAPTAIN, after all- it's supposed to be HIS job to reassure everyone else, not the other way around. "He's ZORO."
Evidently satisfied, Chopper gives him one more comforting squeeze before gathering the remainder of his supplies and making for the opposite end of the hall and its other occupants at a confident trot, hooves clicking on the stone floor.
Turning back to Zoro, Luffy inhales slowly, deeply, disliking the tightness that's crept back into his chest with the knowledge that he's been left to his own devices, even if it's only temporarily. He knows Chopper will come running back the moment he yells- probably along with everybody else who hears him- but for now it's just him and Zoro, and he has no idea what to do. He can't think of anything useful, anyway; he can certainly keep sitting here, holding Zoro's hand, but that's not exactly-
"L-Last time- we had n-nothing but- a rowboat," the swordsman says haltingly. He's breathing more easily now, but his voice is still rough, heavily laced with pain, and his eyes remain closed. "You- you r-remember the rowboat, Sencho?"
For a moment, Luffy doesn't have a clue what the older pirate's talking about, and he nearly calls out for Chopper, thinking this might be the increased disorientation the doctor was talking about- but as Zoro continues speaking, he realizes that, yes, he does remember the rowboat. That tiny, rickety rowboat where he'd sat with his first mate slumped against his chest after he'd fainted from the knife wound in his side, mesmerized by the sight of the unconscious man's slightly parted lips. Too distracted by the thought of how it might feel to kiss those lips, snare Zoro's mouth with his own and delve into it, to pay much attention to Nami's low, steady grumbling as she'd paused to mop more blood off the lacerated flesh she'd been suturing.
"Had my h-head in your lap, just like this, after N-Nami sewed me up. 'Cept that time, you- you didn't try near- n-nearly so hard to- to drown me- with the canteen."
"I wasn't TRYING to drown Zoro," the captain huffs, sulky demeanor disguising the depth of his relief that Zoro hasn't simply slipped into feverish delirium. "-not then 'n not now either! You just grabbed it from me 'n started chuggin'!" He shifts, rocking from side to side on his buttocks to settle himself more comfortably beneath Zoro's weight, then eases their clasped hands onto his partner's chest so he's got an arm resting around his shoulders.
Zoro leans more heavily into his embrace, head lolling slightly to one side as he allows his cheek to nestle against the limb cradling his torso. "… I was thirsty 'n it was right there 'n…" His voice quiets, softening with what might be embarrassment as he concludes, "-well, you know what it's like, when it's hot 'n you're tired… 'n you hurt so bad, you can barely think straight…"
Luffy isn't quite sure how to respond to this blatant admission of weakness when his swordsman ordinarily goes to such great lengths to hide whatever pain's plaguing him. He settles for a faint "mhhh" of commiseration, freeing one hand to trail his fingertips through Zoro's hair. Ruffling it lightly and watching as the green locks temporarily flattened by his hand regain their spiked appearance, springing upright in the wake of his touch as he caresses the curve of Zoro's scalp. When he cautiously begins pressing harder, kneading closer to his partner's upturned temple, he's amused to see him give a little shudder and then release a shaky sigh of pleasure, body sagging even more heavily into the arm supporting him.
"Mmm, shit, that feels good…"
"Zoro's gotta tell me if I get too rough though," he warns. "So I don't mess up 'n accidentally hurt him, 'kay? 'Cause I'm kinda wired. I feel sorta like I did that morning I accidentally drank Robin's coffee." Which had not only tasted AWFUL but rendered him so jittery and so excessively talkative, half the crew had threatened to shove him overboard before the caffeine finally wore off. "I wish I could just- y'know- give you some of it. All this energy, I mean."
Zoro's eyes flicker open again at this declaration, just a bit, the lids parting only wide enough to reveal the faintest gleam of dark pupils, a sliver of iris and the bloodshot whites surrounding them while he gazes groggily up at Luffy. Seeming to study the captain's face briefly before he allows them to drift closed once more. "Nah. Keep it, Sencho- it's yours. I'll be-" A yawn escapes his jaws, unhindered by his halfhearted effort to restrain it. "I'll be fine. Just gotta get some sleep."
The older pirate's voice has a clipped, somewhat gruff tone that indicates the conversation's finished, but for a moment or two Luffy seriously considers refusing to let the matter drop and giving Zoro a little verbal nudge- maybe even a good shove- towards revealing whatever he's leaving unsaid. Debates outright insisting on hearing the whole story… but then he lets it go with a hushed "uh-huh" and simply continues petting the drowsy man's hair and stroking his brow and temple while he gradually slips back into unconsciousness.
But- what DID happen? he finds himself wondering, biting back the scowl of concern and perplexity threatening to overtake his face, just in case Zoro stirs and opens his eyes again. Zoro, what did you DO? I know you did SOMETHING- even though you said nothing happened. He knows he's frowning despite his resolve to avoid doing so. You stood there with all that blood around you- not just dripping off you but splattered all over the place- 'n you said nothing happened, but something did- something happened. Something big. His fingertips graze the bandages wound snugly around his boyfriend's skull and he feels his stomach give a queasy little jump. All that blood. So much blood, too much blood. Nobody loses that much blood when nothing happens. You didn't need Chopper to wrap you up like one of Hoghead's zombies that busted its stitches 'n started fallin' apart 'cause 'NOTHING HAPPENED.'
Part of him wants to shake Zoro awake and demand an explanation, but he resists the urge until it passes. Intuition tells him that kind of prying wouldn't be welcome- and he knows he'll just get mad if Zoro refuses to answer his questions. Which means he'll probably end up pushing even harder, and since Zoro's clearly exhausted in addition to hurting so badly, HE'LL probably lose HIS temper too and then he DEFINITELY won't be getting the rest that Chopper said he needs. And- I don't wanna fight with Zoro.
But even if his first mate isn't evasive about what happened, even if he ends up being unexpectedly open about it… Luffy's not sure he'd be happy finding out whatever happened while he was unconscious. Somewhere deep down inside, he thinks he might actually regret learning the whole story… because he keeps remembering that moment when Zoro first woke up after they'd brought him here and got him cleaned up, when he'd immediately tried to sit up despite his horrible injuries, and even in all that pain, he'd been reaching out, calling out-
There'd been fear in the swordsman's rough, breaking voice, fear flickering in his dazed eyes and across his contorting face. Not fear for himself, though, but fear for-
Me, Luffy recalls as he rubs gentle circles on Zoro's upturned temple with his fingertips. He was scared for ME, 'n he looked so RELIEVED when he realized I was right here waiting for him to wake up. Like whatever HAD happened to him really didn't matter, not at all.
No, he decides once and for all as he studies the semi-circle shaped shadows of fatigue beneath Zoro's closed eyes and watches the lids with their long lashes occasionally flutter whenever his lover stirs restlessly in his slumber. No, he's not going to ask. Zoro may be battered and bruised and short an awful lot of blood, but he's warm and alive and cradled safe in his captain's arms and that's the only thing that really matters.
Easing his sleeping swordsman's head out of his lap and back onto the tabletop, Luffy lowers himself into the gap between his arm and torso, curling alongside his body. Nuzzling into Zoro's chest, he lays one ear flat against it so he can heard the comforting thud of his heartbeat and soft whoosh of air moving in and out of his lungs. Feeling his own pulse and breathing slowing to match as he settles down to wait.
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Sometime later:
You're surrounded, and they're all dressed in those goofy-ass white and blue uniforms they wear with the matching caps that hide half their faces and make 'em look exactly the same, so it seems like you're fighting a big mob made up of a gazillion copies of the same guy instead of an actual school or a squad or whatever you call a whole bunch of Marines yelling and tripping over each other, 'cause every one of 'em wants to be the lucky bastard that takes you out, but it doesn't matter that you're surrounded or that there's more of them than you. You and Zoro are back-to-back, and that means nobody can touch you.
You punch some guy who's charging at you under the chin, your fist nailing him just right so he does a full mid-air FLIP before sailing off over his buddies' heads. You can't help it- you laugh out loud at the startled squawk he makes the second before he disappears, at the guys nearby all making those 'oh SHIT' faces and sort of eyeballing each other then you then each other again. They look like they really, REALLY don't wanna be here.
"Havin'- fun- Sencho?" Zoro asks in an amused, breathless voice, kind of grunting out the words since he's probably busy beating the crap out of somebody. You can't see what he's up to, but you can feel him moving around behind you and feel the breeze of his swords swinging, and you can hear screaming back there- not to mention lots and lots of cursing- as his opponents hit the ground or go flying or stumbling backwards into the other guys trying to reach him, knocking 'em over.
Somebody howls something about the demon of East Blue, sounding scared as hell, and Zoro rumbles low laughter in reply. It's one of those deep, dangerous chuckles you can feel vibrating inside your chest and through your gut, can feel tingling all the way down your torso to the insides of your thighs as your body reacts automatically to his voice. Doing that horny, hungry, clenching thing it always does whenever your first mate makes those noises.
Today, though... Zoro doesn't sound quite the same? There's this weird echo in his voice, almost like he's stuck his head inside a cave to holler a greeting just so he can hear himself calling back, and then all of a sudden his laughter's coming not just from directly behind you but from both sides too. And now the Marines are FREAKING OUT. Not just the ones facing Zoro, whose faces you can't see, but the ones on your side of the circle too. Nobody's looking at YOU anymore; they're all gaping at ZORO and they look TERRIFIED.
When you spin around - you can't NOT look, not with the guys around you squealing and most of 'em dropping their weapons like they're surrendering but some even turning and RUNNING AWAY - you have to take a step back as you discover one of 'em's standing almost on top of you. Not one of the Marines. One of the Zoros.
'Cause there's not just one but THREE Zoros standing there now, and from what you can tell, they all look the same, and they're ALL barking the throaty laughter that makes your body tingle and clench.
Your heart's slamming so hard you can feel it in your throat. You can feel it pounding BETWEEN YOUR LEGS, throbbing there hard enough to make your knees wobble.
They turn together, fixing you with eyes shadowed by identical bandanas and all three of their faces sharing the same broad, cocky grin. Zoro- the singular Zoro, that is- knows exactly what his voice does to you when he sounds like that, so you guess that means these Zoros know it too.
"Captain?"
Hearing your title coming from three different mouths but spoken in the same voice, delivered with the same lilting, teasing tone is… wow. WOW. Before you realize what you're about to do, you're reaching out, groping through the air towards them. You need to know this is real, that you're not just seeing three of your swordsman because somebody whacked you on the head or something.
It's real, alright. The chest of the Zoro you put your right hand on feels warm and solid, heaving a little under your palm since he's still catching his breath. So's the chest of the one you're touching with your left hand. And by reaching out, you've gotten close enough to brush torsos with the Zoro in the middle. He's definitely real too, his bold smirk widening as he watches you manhandle his doubles.
You're curious just how alike they all are, so, biting your lower lip, you give the pecs you're grasping a light squeeze, then slide your thumbs around to find the sensitive nubs you know are hiding out of sight under those matching white shirts with the buttons gaping open at the throat, circling each nipple slowly until they're standing out in hard points as they strain against the fabric, and then you take a big handful of each tit and squeeze again. Good and hard this time.
Both Zoros shudder, trying to push their chests more firmly into your hands. One Zoro exhales real, real slowly, feral heat flaring in his eyes when your gazes meet. The other Zoro chokes on the involuntary sound that slips through his parted lips- a moan of lust you guess he couldn't quite hold back.
The Zoro standing in the middle of the trio- the only one you're NOT messing around with- snorts, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously, guys? I know we like an audience, but- NOW-?"
Honestly, he probably shouldn't talk since he's already got both hands on you, gripping your ass to pull you tighter against him- and there's a big bulge in his pants that's prodding your hip, 'though YOU'RE sure not gonna say anything about it 'cause you don't want him to stop.
"… in the middle of a fucking fight?" he adds when he's ignored by the other swordsmen, managing to sound annoyed and totally normal and NOT AT ALL like he's shamelessly rubbing a huge boner against you.
"What audience?" sighs the copy of him on the right, hand closing over yours, fingers lacing between yours and latching on tight, urging you to squeeze his tit even harder. He inhales sharply when you do exactly that, eyelids fluttering, and you feel a strong rush of satisfaction seeing the flush of helpless pleasure spreading across his face.
"What- what fight?" asks the one to his left. "F-Fuck… oi, do that again, Sencho…"
And as you do, making him groan, you see they're both right- because you're in the men's quarters on the Sunny, all four of you, with not a Marine in sight. None of the rest of the crew either.
You're not sure why the other Zoro thought you were in the middle of a fight. You couldn't've been, you guess, because when you glance around, you spot all three of his swords- their swords?- propped against the wall by the door, safe in their sheaths… and oh yeah- the four of you are also totally naked. You'd still have some of your clothes on if you'd just been fighting, wouldn't you? You know you'd AT LEAST be wearing your shorts, but nope, you're not, and you don't see them ANYWHERE, not even laying on the floor or hanging off the couch.
Aside from the swords, there's nothing of Zoro's in sight either. Not a single shirt or pair of pants. No boots. Not even a haramaki, and that's pretty weird too, because considering there's three Zoros now, there should be a whole pile's worth of stuff and you don't even remember getting undressed, but-
… whatever. You don't see any clothes, but you sure see a lot of Zoro. A hell of a lot of Zoro. You're surrounded by scarred, muscular bodies, trapped in the midst of three green-haired men with the same face, and you're so excited you're practically vibrating in place. You don't know whose mouth to kiss first.
Turns out they're more than happy to take turns, the two who're waiting for another taste of your lips standing to either side with their hands roaming every inch of you. Their calloused fingers cradle your pecs, tug your nipples, squeeze your ass cheeks, slip into your crack to stroke slowly around and around the rim of your hole. Sometimes one of the hands gropes lower, reaching underneath you to trace the soft creases where your thighs meet your pelvis, but no matter where your partners are touching you, they're relentless. They keep teasing you until you're squirming, jerking your hips in short bursts and trying to shove yourself down on their fingers. You're so turned on, you're pretty sure you're dripping all over the carpet; you can feel sticky droplets crawling down the insides of your legs, and there's no way- absolutely NO WAY- that it's only sweat.
Twining tongues with whichever Zoro you're currently kissing - it might be the Zoro that started out in the middle but it could also be either the Zoro to his left or the one to his right because they've swapped places with each other so many times you can't tell them apart anymore, and honestly, at this point you don't care - you hang onto him for balance, your hands clutching his tits, kneading roughly, fingertips hooking into the dense muscle until he's groaning into your mouth. When you squeeze even harder, digging your nails into him, his hips instantly go from slow rocking to frantic straining, grinding his dick against you so forcefully that it takes both of the other Zoros to steady your weight and keep you from tumbling to the floor.
"-want- you," you gasp the next time your lips are momentarily free. "A-All thr-" you break off, head rolling back, eyes closed, gasping, as somebody's hand curls around your ass, the pad of his thumb pressing snug against the pucker between your cheeks and rubbing back and forth over it while the rest of his fingers begin gently caressing underneath you. "All th-three of you, Zoro. I- ah- I want you- in me! Now!"
They respond with identical laughter- breathless, eager, amused that you're so worked up, so impatient, so HORNY that you're ordering them to fuck you. You don't care. They can laugh as much as they want, as long as they get inside you and chase away that feeling of aching emptiness, filling you first with their cocks and then with heavy, hot loads of their cum.
"In a second," says the swordsman who's facing you, the one who COULD be center or left or right Zoro but who's DEFINITELY the one whose tongue was exploring your mouth most recently. He's managed to calm down because you've accidentally relaxed your grip on his pecs, too distracted by the thumb playing with your hole to keep squeezing. "Got somethin' else I wanna do to you first."
He drops to his knees at your feet, his hands rising to your thighs to spread them wider, and he licks his lips before looking up- not at you, but at his duplicates. "One of you guys go 'n grab the lube while the other one lends me a hand… gives our captain's ass a real good tongue-fucking while I blow him."
Both of the other Zoros are in agreement that they'd much rather eat your ass than miss out on some of the action by digging around in the lockers looking for a bottle of lube that you- you and Zoro- uh, the original Zoro- haven't emptied already, which means you have to wait even longer while the selfish bastards play three rounds of rock-paper-katana to decide who's gonna do what, but finally- FINALLY- one of them breaks away grumbling and trots off to search for the lube, casting envious backwards glances to where the winner's hands are now spreading your ass cheeks so he can start tonguing enthusiastically around your rim.
There's a faint "heh" from the man kneeling at your feet when you arch my back and moan, your fingers fumbling for a grip on his hair to pull his face towards your aching groin, but to your relief, he's more interested in getting his mouth on you than cracking jokes. His nose nuzzles into your pubes, his tongue-tip going straight to the stiff nub his fingers are holding exposed and flicking repeatedly back and forth across it, making you jump a little each time, before he closes his mouth over it- and attacks. Lapping, sucking, gently nipping and nibbling at your clit and everything else in easy range until you're clutching at the back of his head with your own head tipped back as you moan, your eyes screwed shut, a thin line of drool trickling down one side of your slack jaw.
The tongue exploring your hole's also done teasing you. It's shoving past your rim in quick darting jabs, occasionally relaxing to slither and wiggle its way around inside you. You're fighting the urge to rock your hips, not wanting to lose contact with either of your lovers' mouths, when one of the Zoros abruptly also starts fingering the other opening down there- the one that's soaking wet, that's been leaking its juices down your inner thighs this whole time. His fingers burrow between the folds surrounding your slit and push slowly into it, twisting back and forth inside until they're coated in the slippery stuff coming out of you, and then they start pumping. Hard. Fast. Making loud, sloppy noises that draw faint groans from both men as they continue worshipping your quivering body with their mouths.
You're suddenly right there on the edge, teetering off-balance and ready to fall.
"Oh- oh god, I'm- I'm gonna c-cum," you warn everyone, your eyes flying open wide. "O-Oi, quick- c'mere 'n k-kiss me?" you gasp to the third Zoro, who's hurrying back to you with a bottle of what you're hoping is lube clutched in one hand. He's gripping himself with the other, fist jerking rapidly up and down, and he must've helped himself to the lube first, because his fingers are dripping and his cock's gleaming wet from base to tip.
You want it. You want every inch of him inside you, slamming in there all the way to his balls again and again and again and again and again until you're writhing under him, screaming his name. As you imagine him doing it, heat rushes over your bare skin until it feels like your whole body's caught fire. Your heart's pounding faster with each beat, your abs clenching tighter and tighter with every lick and thrust.
"Zor- Zoro, PLEEEASE-" You're so desperate for him to join you- to have all three of them touching you when you cum, you don't care that you're begging. "Zoro, KISS ME!"
Maybe he'll give you a hard time about it later, but he sure isn't laughing as he reaches for you now. His eyes are intense as they peer into yours, his face looming closer, and then his lips are crushing yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. His cock leaves a wet line on your outer thigh as his lower body collides with your hip, and there's a breathless protest of "oi, w-watch it, will y-" from below as the swordsman who's been mouthing your groin momentarily breaks away, probably to avoid getting a dick in the eye.
To be honest, you barely notice. As you and the third Zoro sway together, kissing, darting tongues into each others' mouths and sometimes even biting at one another, his lube-smeared hand seizes one of your pecs. Cups it, squeezes, catches your nipple between a slick thumb 'n forefinger. TUGS-
Below, your clit's sucked back into wet warmth when the swordsman kneeling at your feet pushes the cock bumping his nose aside so he can shove his face back into your crotch. At the same time, the tongue in your ass switches again from wiggling inside you to rapidly spearing your hole- and the bubble of roiling pressure that's been building in your belly suddenly explodes.
Your back arcs as your entire body spasms violently, the shout of astonishment that's trying to burst from your lungs muffled by the tongue buried so deep in your mouth, its tip strains towards the back of your throat. The muscles inside you clench on the tongue still darting back and forth past your rim, squeeze around the fingers plunging wildly between your thighs. Your abs and your lower belly go rigid, relax, tighten, over and over and over, until your legs are shaking so badly you can't stand up anymore.
The Zoros- all three of them- ease you to the floor and curl themselves around you while you shudder in their arms, moaning as little aftershocks ripple through your pelvis. They've backed off to let you catch your breath- or at least TRY to catch it- but even though they're avoiding the spots they know you'll be super sensitive, none of them have actually stopped touching you. They're just sort of petting you all over while they grin at each other and take turns asking you if cumming so hard felt good, if you think you're gonna live, and other silly stuff like that.
The Zoro who went for the lube- and kissed you 'til you came- is playing with his dick again. Not enough to actually get off; he's just pumping it lazily in his fist now and then to make sure he stays hard. There's a big clear bead of pre-cum forming at his tip, and as you sit up to watch, it drips free to hang in a long strand that quivers in the air while he works his fingers up and down in short strokes at the base.
When he sees you eyeing him, he leans back on one elbow and shifts his legs farther apart so his cock's jutting up between them. He's grinning as he resumes slowly stroking the thick shaft, but his gaze burns as it meets yours, sending an icy thrill prickling across your sweaty skin. "Ready when you are, Sencho…"
You're ready alright, but you're still pretty shaky from having such an intense orgasm and your limbs aren't quite cooperating with you yet, so you need the others' help getting up, crawling over, and turning around to get into position, facing away from him. He holds himself steady while you press your rear down on his tip until it starts sinking inside you, spreading your rim wider and wider to make way for the rest of him. Between the lube, all the spit that other Zoro left inside and around your hole, and the slickness caused by your own juices leaking down your taint to your ass, it doesn't take much effort to impale yourself on him.
As you struggle upright to your knees, his cock continues slipping deeper and deeper until your bottom settles on his pelvis and you've taken every last twitching, rigid inch. Leaning back a bit more, you wriggle your hips from side to side and groan as you feel the well-stretched tunnel of your ass twisting back and forth on the thick shaft buried inside you.
"… god," murmurs the Zoro who sucked your clit. Face flushed and eyes bright, he's staring between your parted thighs, one hand idly twanging his erection, slapping lightly at the rigid flesh so it bobs and sways. His other hand's down there too, kneading his balls, rolling them under his palm. "L-Luffy… Luffy, you're so- so fucking WET."
Knowing he's watching, you reach down to stroke yourself with two fingers, sliding them slowly along your moist folds and then dipping between them to collect more wetness so you can smear it all around. When you see him grab his dick and start pumping, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, you shove both fingers inside you, working them in to the last knuckle.
You're really tight in there. More than usual since the cock in your ass takes up so much room. You can feel it, long and hard on the other side of the slippery wall bulging against your fingertips. You swallow, staring into Zoro's eyes when his gaze flicks up to meet yours. "I want- I want you in me. Here." You swallow again, your throat making a funny clicking noise, as you turn your head to look at the third Zoro. "… 'n I want you in my mouth. I-"
A twinge of embarrassment at what you're about to say stops you from continuing for a moment or two. Your face feels so hot, so flushed, you must be blushing hard enough to look like a damn tomato. "I want Zoro inside me. I want him to- to just fill me up, everywhere he'll fit. All the places at the same time." You realize it sounds like you're saying there's only one Zoro in the room- a Zoro with three dicks- instead of three Zoros with one dick each, but that's okay. You know they'll understand what you mean. They ARE all the same Zoro anyway, kind of, even if there's three of 'em, and- and-
You want all three of them at once, pounding you raw while you're pinned between their strong bodies like a roast skewered on a spit. You want them in all three holes, taking a turn with each and firing load after load inside you until every movement- every slippery thrust- sends jizz spilling from your openings in hot creamy dribbles. You want them to fuck you over and over and over until you're reduced to mindless quivering and incoherent noises because you can't quit cumming your brains out.
Your breath escapes in a shuddering huff and the Zoro already buried inside you tenses, groaning so low in his throat it's almost a growl as you involuntarily squeeze tighter around him. He's been holding back, maybe waiting for you to tell him when to start moving, but now he either can't stay still anymore or he just doesn't want to bother trying. His hips give a couple awkward thrusts and then he drops his hold on your waist to grip one of your ass cheeks in each hand, cradling your bottom and lifting you off his lap.
He slides you off his cock until the tip's threatening to pop out- and then he bucks his hips completely off the floor as he brings you back down, shoving himself all the way back inside in one smooth lunge, making you cry out his name in surprise.
It doesn't take him long to find a steady rhythm, keeping just enough room between your bodies for him to buck his hips, easing in and out of your hole as he holds you above his pelvis. With your fingers still inside you, you can feel the rounded head and hard shaft of his dick sliding back and forth in there. You push against the moving bulge, the pressure of your fingertips making him curse.
"Oi," he calls breathlessly to his duplicates. "-if we're- gonna- bang him all- at once, then- you guys better- uhn- h-hurry up 'n- get in here!"
They exchange a glance.
"You better go before me. I don't want him accidentally chompin' my dick 'cause he decided at the last minute he can't handle taking that much cock."
You're breathing too hard to complain, to insist that you CAN TOO handle it, but it doesn't matter because the other Zoro defends you with a dismissive snort. "He STRETCHES, dumbass- he can take anything we give 'im."
"Tch. I know THAT. You could fist him if you really wanted. Hell, shove your arm in all the way up to your fuckin' elbow. I just don't wanna get bit if he cums so hard he has a seizure or something as soon as he starts getting railed in both holes at once."
"… heh. Alright, fine- me next then." Reluctantly letting go of his cock - he's been playing with his junk nonstop while watching you finger yourself while you're getting fucked - the Zoro crouching directly in front of you scoots forward, moving between your parted thighs. He reaches down to take hold of your wrist, pulling your hand away from your groin and raising it to his mouth, his nostrils flaring briefly to inhale the musky scent clinging to your wet fingers before he starts slowly sucking each one clean.
He takes his time, ignoring the panted protests of the swordsman rocking under you, and you're all but whimpering in frustration when he finally moves in close enough to rub himself up and down your slit, groaning your name while he gets the head of his cock all slick and shiny with the fluid leaking out of you. His hands are trembling where he's grasping his erection and where he's clutching you under one thigh, pushing your leg higher to give himself more room. "Sencho, you- mnn, you gotta tilt back a little m- yeah, yeah, that's it." His hips give a tentative nudge as he peers down between your bodies.
"Zooorooo, come OOONNN," you groan, because this is taking too long- HE'S taking too long. You need him to take you NOW, fill you up again and again as he thrusts alongside his double. And the sooner he gets HIS dick where it belongs, the sooner you can get your mouth around that other dick. The one wavering in the air a few inches away and visibly twitching, a fat quivering droplet of pre-cum leaking from the tip and threatening to drip free as the third Zoro plays with his nipples, circling and pinching and tugging them while he watches and waits for the okay to join you. "I want you IN me!"
"O-Oi, don't- don't be so damn impatient! You gotta gimme a second, Luffy- you're really fuckin' ti-"
Before he can get sidetracked scolding you, you throw your arms around his neck and shoulders, one bare foot skidding on his lower back as you throw a leg over his middle and struggle to pull him inside you. He's right though. You're super tight- almost ridiculously tight, even as wet as they've managed to make you. Partly thanks to the dick already inside you but also because you're so excited, so horny and desperate, you can't stop wiggling long enough for either of you to find the right angle.
Maybe he really IS worried about hurting you, despite the earlier jokes about how much you can stretch. Which is pretty dumb, because YOU'RE certainly not concerned.
"Move," you urge him, giving his ass a nice hard thump with your heel. "C'mon, Zoro, put it in me 'n mooove!"
"I'm trying!" he growls back, fingers digging into your thigh and hauling on your lower body while he twists his hips, pushing- and lets out a long, wavering groan as his tip starts pressing inside.
The Zoro under you draws back for another thrust, and suddenly he's sinking into you more easily, and all three of you are gasping and grunting and rocking together. Slowly, slowly, both cocks work their way into you, and all at once you're making frantic "uh uh uh uh!" noises in response to the tiny twinges of pain firing through your expanding openings. It hurts, but it's such a good hurt you're starting to think you might actually cum right on the spot, when your ass bumps one pelvis and then the other meets yours, and just like that your swordsmen are both buried inside you as deep as they'll go.
None of you move; you're all fighting to catch your breath. Sweat's broken out on your skin. You feel dizzy, overheated. You're stuffed full, both holes stretched so wide they ache, and oh god, it feels so, so, sooo amazing. So GOOD.
"Holy shit… that's f-fuckin' HOT," moans the Zoro still waiting to join you. He's now stroking his dick enthusiastically, smearing the heavy flow of pre-cum seeping from its crown down the shaft.
His duplicate between your thighs is slumped forward with his torso resting on yours and both arms around your midsection, his shaky breath gusting against your chest. He shifts slightly to nuzzle his face between your pecs and plant a kiss on the damp skin between them, and you tense, giving a helpless "aaah!" as his cock slides back and forth a little inside you, forcing a long groan from the Zoro beneath you.
He rocks his hips, drawing back with effort then forcing himself up, up, up into your ass- and that's all it takes for their control to snap, both of them falling into furious, jarring motion. Crushing and bouncing you between their muscular bodies while they plunge in and out, sometimes alternating strokes, sometimes both driving home at once because neither one can calm down enough to set an even pace.
Mouth hanging open as your shuddering, sweat-dampened body's repeatedly jolted by the force behind their thrusts, you stare wide-eyed into the contorted face of the man leaning over you, snarling a stream of curses from between clenched teeth while he slams into you again and again.
You can hear a breathless voice yelping "AH- AH- HHH! AH- AH!" over and over and over. It's awfully loud and you're wondering distractedly if you should shout back at whoever's yelling like that to shut up so the rest of the crew doesn't break down the door thinking somebody's getting killed in here, but then you realize the "AHHH- AH- AH- HHH- AHHH!" is coming from YOU.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you clap a hand over your mouth in an attempt to stifle the noises bursting out- only to have it torn away. The remaining Zoro's standing over you, jerking frantically on his cock.
"Don't- nnn- d-don't do that. I wanna- hear your voice, Sencho." His lips draw back from his teeth in a sharp-toothed grin. "At least 'til you- got my- my dick in the way."
You're getting fucked too hard to formulate a reply let alone stop crying out long enough to give it. You can't do anything but blink up at him through fluttering, half-closed eyelids, your back arched, your pelvis squirming and jerking as you ride the two cocks impaling you. You can feel drool escaping your lips along with your gasps and moans and sighs, dripping down your chin from the corner of your mouth.
Your vision's gone slightly hazy, forcing you to blink away the sting of perspiration and a few unshed tears from the strain of being used so roughly- and when your eyes focus again, you notice for the first time that the Zoro standing over you is wreathed in bandages. That's strange, you could've sworn he was completely naked. Was he? You don't remember. It's difficult to think clearly when everything feels so damn good; one of your lovers has changed his rhythm to grind firmly against your throbbing clit every time he drives himself all the way inside you, and the other now has your pecs in both hands, his thumbs rolling your nipples in tight circles while his hips surge relentlessly to meet your buttocks with audible slapping sounds.
You're drowning in a sea of pleasure, unabashedly wallowing in the waves sweeping over you, when the light touch of fabric unexpectedly tickles your forearms, disconcerting and out of place enough to momentarily distract you from the intense throbbing sensations in your lower body. You find your gaze drawn to the broad shoulders you're clutching and stare uncomprehending at the gauze wrapped around your swordsman's torso. It's coming loose, unraveling with his movements. Likewise, the bandage encircling his head has fallen askew, layers drifting down his flushed, grimacing face.
Chopper's going to kill me, you think numbly.
Because there's blood blooming through the slipping bandages. Faint at first but growing darker as it seeps through the layers to form a starburst across Zoro's chest, and your confusion turns to alarm at the sight of the spreading stain, your desire draining away as horror wells up inside you.
A trickle of blood escapes the gauze stretched across Zoro's forehead, runs down the side of his face and drips off his chin to land on your stomach, glistening hot on your bare skin in perfect circles that slowly elongate and distort like melting scarlet coins. He moans, a noise eerily indistinguishable as either pleasure or pain, because despite his injuries, his body's continuing to jerk against yours in automatic, senseless motion. Is he even still inside you? You can't tell, you can't feel him there anymore, can't feel anything but the heat of his spilled blood, and he doesn't seem to hear when you cry out for him to stop, try to tell him he's hurt. Try to tell him something's wrong- really, really terribly wrong.
He manages to gasp your name once before the bleeding abruptly intensifies, the red streams from his unseen head and chest wounds swelling in seconds from a steady trickle to an appalling torrent of gore that obliterates half his face and pours from his torso in a hot copper-scented wave that breaks on your collarbone and cascades down your stomach and between your legs, drenching you- drowning you- in his blood and now you're not just shouting, you're screaming Zoro's name, and-
Luffy startles awake in one massive, full-body convulsion with Zoro's name on his lips, arms raised and hands outstretched with splayed fingers hooked in claws like he's been attempting to shake some sense into the empty air above him, just as he'd been shaking his bleeding, stricken swordsman by the shoulders during the terrible climax of the dream that's still disintegrating around him, falling away in fragments.
He's not in the men's quarters on the Sunny, he realizes, and Zoro's no longer leaning over him, gushing blood from a torso wreathed in bandages. Bleeding. Dying. In my dream, Zoro was DYING. But no. No, he's not on the Sunny, drowning in his dying lover's blood; he's sprawled on his back, skin damp with nothing more sinister than perspiration, blinking up into the darkness that had fallen within the ruins of Thriller Bark as soon as his and Lola's crews had extinguished the lamps and turned in for the night, having exhausted their remaining energy eating, drinking and dancing in celebration of their victory.
He hadn't been particularly tired but there hadn't been much point in staying awake by himself, especially with all the food gone.
A throbbing pang shoots through his groin as he lies there returning to his senses, and he realizes he's hard. So hard, in fact, his erection borders on painful, and he's actually wincing a bit when he pops the button on his shorts and pokes a hand past the waistband, some still-dazed corner of his mind urging him to check if having that second opening topped with the fat bud of sensitive tissue instead of a cock and balls had also been just part of the dream. More out of bemused curiosity than from any sort of panic or fear of what he might discover down there between his thighs; until it turned nightmarish at the end with all the blood, his dream hadn't seemed weird at all. Just different. The sex parts had been pretty good… ok, great, actually, and he can't help wondering-
His attention's abruptly diverted from the exact nature of his genitalia - although he's already wiggled his fingers deep enough to verify that, yep, there's definitely still a dick down there - and his halfhearted musings about gender and sexuality when the man who's been resting silently beside him suddenly jerks violently enough to bump his side. At first he's certain that Zoro's simply woken up, but then he senses his swordsman's head beginning to turn restlessly from one side to the other as he gasps Luffy's name in a hoarse, throaty voice and then begins moaning it over and over with growing distress.
Unlike the indeterminable pleasure-pain noises produced by the bleeding dream Zoro, the threads of terror and anxiety winding through the sounds emerging from the real Zoro are unmistakable. Whatever he's experiencing in his sleep, it's most certainly not a sexual fantasy. It's a nightmare.
Alarmed, his own dream forgotten, Luffy yanks his hand out of his shorts and bolts upright to grope in Zoro's direction, palms sliding over bandages as he clumsily feels his way up the injured pirate's chest. By squinting his eyes nearly shut, he's able to pick out the dim, blurry shape of Zoro's torso, but only because the white gauze contrasts so strongly with the dark surrounding them.
He reaches Zoro's shoulders, seizes them with both hands- and almost immediately reconsiders what he was about to do, relaxing his grip despite the strong temptation to shake his first mate awake. Zoro's started tossing and turning his head more violently, the volume of his voice increasing as he groans something that sounds like "nooo- you pr- you PROMISED" and if he's dreaming so deeply that Luffy's touch hasn't woken him already-
… even I'm super careful not to shake him too hard so I don't hurt him, if I SCARE him- like, if he thinks he's getting attacked or something- he might try'n throw me across the room before he's awake enough to realize I'm me, 'n yeah, that probably wouldn't hurt ME much, but he could accidentally hurt HIMSELF really bad…
On the other hand, if he DOESN'T wake Zoro, it won't be long before he starts disturbing whoever's sleeping nearby, and something tells Luffy that Zoro would prefer if other people DIDN'T hear him like this, moaning nonsensical things like "no- NO- you bastard, you swore you w-" interspersed with choked, keening cries delivered in a voice so broken and full of utter despair, the captain can't help wincing.
There's no precedence for this situation but he's getting antsy doing nothing, so he settles for slipping one hand higher to pat cautiously at his swordsman's cheek, ducking his head low and hissing, "Zoro. Oi, Zoro! You gotta wake up, okay? Zoro, you're drea-"
He senses Zoro's about to move only seconds before the older pirate explodes into motion, lunging for him so quickly there's no time to react save to brace himself for a fist to the face or throat. To his surprise, however, Zoro doesn't hit him but grabs hold of his shirt, dragging it askew while scrabbling to throw both arms around his neck.
His first mate's making strangled noises in the back of his throat, but it's not until he speaks again that Luffy recognizes it as muffled sobbing.
"-ease, d-don't lea-" Zoro gasps, clinging to him, fingers digging into his shoulders so forcefully they leave burning trails across his bare skin every time their grip slips. Trying to climb and grapple with him at the same time, only the previous strain on his throat and the breathlessness caused by his tears preventing his words from rising to a panicked shout as he clutches Luffy with bruising pressure. "Don't- DON'T YOU LEAVE ME, SENCHO, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!"