Chapter 5 – Two of a Kind

Sanji

On the fifth morning of their captivity, Sanji woke up with a hard dick and Zoro's tongue running down his neck. The first was hardly a surprise at this juncture – he would've been more surprised if he'd woken up without one. But Zoro's tongue? That required further investigation, his sleep-addled brain decided.

"What are you doing?" He croaked. Always a good place to start any investigation.

"Tasting you," Zoro murmured.

That jerked Sanji fully awake, quite literally. And then his body clenched with desire. This was not heading down any road he wanted to travel…mostly because it was a road he did want to travel and that scared the shit out of him.

"You can't," he replied weakly. He wasn't going to convince anyone, much less himself, of the need to cease immediately with that poor effort.

"Why not?" Zoro replied calmly, still merrily licking his way up and down Sanji's neck.

"Because…because…" Because tasting violated what Sanji had assumed was an unspoken but mutually agreed upon arrangement that this whole thing was limited to handjobs. Because if it wasn't limited to just handjobs, to him just helping a guy out, then this thing became a thing. And Sanji was in no way prepared for a thing. Even if his dick was. Fucking stupid cock didn't know what was good for it.

Surely not this. Not Zoro's hard cock trapped against his thigh. Not Zoro licking a particularly sensitive spot behind his ear. Not wanting Zoro's tongue everywhere.

"You started it," Zoro said before biting Sanji's earlobe. Sanji gasped.

"Fuck off," Sanji replied once he'd gotten his voice back. "I was just here minding my own business."

"No, you've been all up in my business," Zoro whispered into Sanji's ear, making him shiver.

That was when Sanji became acutely aware that sometime during the course of the previous evening's repose, one of his hands had migrated from Zoro's waist down to his very firm ass. That hand should not be there, though Sanji hardly blamed it for its defection – it was a very good ass.

That disobedient hand, quite happily situated right where it was, chose that moment to squeeze, completely devoid of any involvement from Sanji – or so he would swear until his dying day.

Zoro grunted and his hips surged forward, thrusting his groin into Sanji's thigh and his thigh into Sanji's groin. Sanji inhaled sharply through his nose.

Oh, that felt really good…

No, wait! Not good! Not good! Abort!

But it was too late – his hips, now acting completely independently of Sanji's will, thrust up into Zoro. Sanji's wayward hand gripped Zoro's ass, grinding Zoro down onto him harder.

Oh boy, the train was leaving the station.

"Hmmmm," Zoro hummed thoughtfully.

No. There would be none of that. Sanji didn't want Zoro thinking things right now – who knew what avenues that neanderthal brain would explore.

"Don't 'hmmmm'!"

"I'll 'hmmmm' if I want to!"

"I don't trust you. Whatever you're 'hmmmm-ing' about will ensure my doom, I just know it," Sanji griped.

Zoro chuckled. "But you'll like it," he promised.

Sanji scoffed. "I think you're operating under a dangerous misapprehension that I am capable of liking anything you do, but I assure you – ohhhh!"

Zoro had shifted his body and now he was grinding his hard dick directly against Sanji's hard dick and Zoro had been right – Sanji did like it. He liked it very, very much. He thrust up forcefully against Zoro and groaned at the sheer pleasure of it.

The train had officially left the station.

Sanji very consciously moved his other hand down to Zoro's ass and grinded him down, down, down as he thrust up, up, up. They were fully fucking into each other now. Desperately. Grunting and groaning as they grinded together harder, and harder, and harder still. Sanji couldn't get enough. His hands gripped Zoro urgently, moving everywhere he could reach in unsuccessful attempts to just get Zoro closer – he needed him to be closer.

Zoro must have felt the same way, because he sucked frantically at Sanji's neck, then down his throat, then at whatever part of Sanji's chest he could reach, using those fucking abs of his to keep himself in position as he sucked and sucked and sucked and they thrust and thrust and thrust.

Damn those fucking chains! Maybe if Sanji had Zoro's hands on him, he'd finally feel satiated. Maybe then it would finally be enough. Because right now he just needed more and more and more still. Fuck, the thought of those hands on him, gripping him, stroking him, holding him had Sanji almost at his crescendo.

Sanji pulled Zoro back up to his neck so Zoro would put his full weight on him again. He needed to feel him.

"I'm crushing you," Zoro panted.

"More," Sanji begged.

Zoro moaned and finally, finally sank right down onto him and the crescendo was nearing its peak now.

"Going to come," Zoro grunted.

"Me too," Sanji gasped.

A tiny sliver of reason reminded Sanji that coming in their pants would only ensure a disastrously messy aftermath, so he jerkily moved his hands between them to first push his pants down and then Zoro's and oh, now Zoro's bare dick was sliding against Sanji's bare dick and it just heightened everything and now Sanji's hands were gripping bare flesh and Zoro bit down on his neck, hard, and…

And he came, abruptly, loudly, without warning, with Zoro's name on his lips. Zoro, still biting down into Sanji's neck to muffle his cries, followed him immediately. Sanji could feel his heart pounding and he could feel Zoro's heart pounding against him and he felt so…so…

He turned his head towards Zoro, seeking something, but Zoro pulled himself up to his knees, leaving Sanji achingly bereft. Sanji closed his eyes and tried desperately to come back to himself, to regain some equilibrium. But that was proving unnervingly difficult after his world had been shifted on its axis so completely.

What had that been and why did it make him feel as though his entire self had been rearranged and he couldn't put himself back together in the right order? But he felt right, though in all the wrong ways.

Maybe if he physically put himself back together, he'd feel more how he was supposed to feel, how he'd felt before. Before this fucking cell happened. Before fucking Zoro happened.

He reached down to pull his pants and underwear up only for his right hand to skim through the pooled cum cooling on his stomach. Sanji lifted his hands up in dismay. This was not conducive to getting him back to before. He couldn't really get to before while he was still covered in his and Zoro's cum.

"Yeah, me too," Zoro drawled, sounding amused.

Sanji looked up to see Zoro with his pants still sitting below his ass and a good helping of cum smeared across his abdomen. Something about seeing their cum mixed together on Zoro's tanned abs did things to him. Shivery things.

Zoro must have felt the same way, because he was staring at Sanji's hands looking…hungry. What could he possibly be hungry for? He'd just come, for fuck's sake.

But Sanji promptly found out when Zoro leaned down and sucked one of Sanji's cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. Again.

Sanji's mouth dropped open as a bolt of lust shot through his entire body. Why did Zoro keep doing that?

It was a question worth asking, Sanji's desire-addled brain decided.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

Zoro shrugged. "Turns out I have a thing for your hands. And your cum."

Sanji inhaled sharply through his nose and tried very hard to not choke on his own saliva again. He was only partially successful.

"You can't say stuff like that to me!" He choked out.

Zoro rolled his eyes. "Then don't ask."

Sanji heaved out an exaggerated sigh to let Zoro know exactly what he thought about that. Zoro grinned.

Fucking imbecile.

"So…can you clean me up now?" Zoro ventured.

"What, I thought you liked my cum?" Sanji taunted.

"Yeah, in me, not on me," Zoro drawled.

Sanji's stomach clenched and he grit his jaw, hard. Fuck, the thought of Zoro with Sanji's cum dripping out of him…

Aboooooooort!

Sanji had to get away from Zoro right the fuck now or he wouldn't be responsible for what he said next. He couldn't handle being rearranged anymore. His world had tilted off its axis quite enough. He stood up and shuffled over to his poor, abused shirt briskly. Maybe he could start un-rearranging himself by getting Zoro's fucking cum off him.

Of course, then he had to get his cum off Zoro.

Well, the sooner it was done the sooner Sanji could work on un-hearing everything Zoro had said to him and pretending the last 10 minutes hadn't happened. Simple.

After he cleaned himself off, he shuffled over to Zoro, feeling oddly exposed. Zoro's gaze positively bore into him and Sanji felt as though it could uncover every secret part of him. And the hell of it was, there was a very insistent part of him that wanted Zoro to know all his secrets, wanted Zoro to see every part of him – the entirety of who he was.

And all of him – all of him – wanted to see Zoro, to know all his secrets, to know every part of him, the entirety of who he was. He thought he knew Zoro pretty well already, but he wanted more. Everything. Especially the parts of him he didn't readily show to anyone. Sanji wanted those most of all.

It was that greedy need for everything that drove Sanji to ask Zoro the one question he knew he shouldn't.

"Why did you do it?"

Zoro

Zoro gaped at Sanji in disbelief.

Sanji had already turned Zoro completely inside out with his hands clutching at Zoro everywhere and his hips thrusting relentlessly against him and his neck covered his Zoro's marks and Zoro's name in his mouth and he wanted more?

And Zoro was going to give it to him, wasn't he?

Fuck.

At some point in the past two days, he'd become completely and utterly unable – and unwilling – to deny Sanji anything. This was a disaster of epic proportions – truly epic proportions. Like, the most epic. And Sanji thought Zoro was going to lead Sanji to his doom. Hilarious. As if Zoro was capable of doing anything remotely as epic(ly bad) as what Sanji had apparently done to him.

As Zoro silently stewed in the utter unfairness of his existence, Sanji shuffled over and started cleaning him off. Zoro had been lying before – he wanted Sanji's cum in him and on him. Just not when it was drying out.

When Sanji finished, he threw the now truly wrecked shirt aside and didn't meet Zoro's eyes when he mumbled, "It's fine, you don't have to tell me."

Zoro bit back a sardonic laugh. Fuck, if only Sanji knew he couldn't say no to him.

He would never know.

Zoro sighed and sat against his usual wall. Sanji shuffled back to sit against his. Good. Maybe this conversation would be more bearable with Sanji 20 feet away.

"I did it," he started. Stopped. Cleared his throat. Tried again. "I did it because Luffy…Luffy is one of a kind. There's no one in the world like him. And he's going to be the next king of the pirates, you know." Sanji's mouth tipped into a half-smile. Zoro half-smiled back. "But me? I'm just a swordsman. A good one, sure. A great one, even. But I'm replaceable. Luffy's not."

Now Sanji was frowning. Zoro couldn't think why.

"Do you know why I tried to stop you?" Sanji asked suddenly.

Did Zoro want to know? His head whispered no, sensing that this only spelled danger. His heart whispered yes, sensing that this was something significant.

But Sanji didn't end up waiting for Zoro to reply anyway.

"I tried to stop you because…" Sanji took in deep breath. "…because I think you're one of a kind, too."

Tears sprung into Zoro's eyes. Fuck, and he couldn't even use his hands to get rid of them. Damn Sanji.

Sanji got a fierce look on his face as he gazed at Zoro. "You're not replaceable, Zoro, and you're more than just a great swordsman. You make me want to maroon you on a deserted island most days, but I…" Sanji cleared his throat. "…the crew needs you."

Zoro was not going to cry, damn it. He was not. He refused.

"You can't say stuff like that to me," Zoro joked weakly, trying to alleviate the weight of Sanji's words. Sanji smiled slightly, but his heart wasn't in it. Zoro could tell. He could always tell with Sanji.

Vulnerability didn't come naturally to Zoro. In fact, it didn't really come to him at all. But right in that moment he sensed he was on a precipice and what he decided to do now would determine which way he would fall. And that if he chose wrong, he would lose something very important.

So, he made his choice.

"You're one of a kind, too," Zoro said, noting Sanji's eyes widening in surprise. Saying this made him feel cut open, but he pushed on anyway. "You're not just a chef. You're…you're the guy who makes sure everyone eats before he does. You're the guy who will never let someone go hungry, even if it means hand-feeding me. You're the guy who loves to cook because it makes you feel connected to people. You're the guy who notices that I don't like cucumber so you don't put any in my sandwiches. You're the guy who will risk it all for the people he loves. I can guarantee you, if we lost you, it wouldn't be the food we'd be mourning." Zoro smiled. "Well, not entirely anyway. And that's why I stopped you when you tried to take my place."

Zoro couldn't believe he'd just said all that. He looked away, embarrassed, not wanting to see Sanji's reaction in case it flayed him alive. Fuck, there was a reason he didn't do shit like this.

"I know you, too," Sanji spoke into the heavy silence. "I know you can't help but protect those who need protecting. I know you never pretend to be anyone you're not. I know you know exactly who you are and make no apologies for it. I know you leave the best bits of meat for the others, especially Luffy, to eat. I know you'd do anything, even die, for the people you love but you'd sooner cut off your own arm than admit it. I know you'll never get over the guilt you feel at being the one who gets to chase your dreams instead of whoever it was that you left behind. I know you chase your dreams for the both of you. I know they'd be proud of how far you've come."

Zoro was stunned. He hadn't known that anyone, let alone Sanji, had paid that much attention to him. He didn't know that he'd had someone pay attention to him before. Not like that. Not to the point where he was known that way. He'd never thought he was much worth paying attention to. It's not that he had low self-esteem or anything, but he just didn't think he was very interesting. He liked his swords and his crew and working out and alcohol and sleep. He said what he meant and he did what he wanted. He wasn't complicated. He was completely fine with that, didn't much see the point in unnecessary complications. Yet somehow Sanji had seen things in him he'd hardly even known were there himself.

And he didn't know what to do with any of it.

"Thanks, I guess," he mumbled, deeply uncomfortable.

"You guess?!" Sanji snapped and the moment, such that it was, fell apart around them. "Fucking hell, that's the last time I'm ever nice to you, Mosshead."

"I didn't ask you to be nice to me, Eyebrows!" Zoro snapped back, relieved to be on familiar ground. This he knew what to do with.

"And I didn't ask for you to be born, yet I'm inflicted with your presence anyway!" Sanji yelled.

"Inflicted? What am I, a disease?" Zanji yelled back, incredulous.

"Yes. Venereal!"

"I guess you better hope your dick doesn't fall off then, because you've been all up in mine!"

Sanji sputtered indignantly. "That was…that was…

Zoro wanted Sanji to tell him what that was because he sure as shit didn't have one fucking clue.

But then Sanji's face hardened. "That was a mistake."

Oof. That was a direct fucking hit. Zoro felt like he'd been punched with a brick.

"The only mistake around here is your existence!" Zoro shot back, just throwing out words in a clumsy attempt to make Sanji feel what he'd made Zoro feel.

Sanji flinched.

Huh. Guess it worked. Zoro stomach twisted.

"Well, if my existence is such a fucking mistake, I suppose you can just pretend I'm not here!" Sanji raged. "Good luck feeding yourself!"

That Sanji wouldn't be offering anymore handjobs or...other acts of that nature...was so heavily implied Sanji might well have just said it outright.

That was fine. Zoro didn't care. He didn't need Sanji. He didn't need his hands on him like he needed his next breath. Not one bit. Sanji could keep his damn handjobs and he could keep his damn food. Zoro didn't need that either.

Yet when breakfast came, Sanji still fed him.