Chapter Text
A soft exhale of smoke left Sanji's lips, his eyes closed. Jangurushi island had been surprisingly peaceful. The inhabitants of the island were wary of them, considering they were pirates and all. Despite this, they weren't downright hostile. Slowly, Sanji's eyes opened, he tilted his head upwards studying the sky. Purpleish-orange hues which painted over the sky were slightly obscured by the trees towering overhead, stars poking through the leaves every now and again. The smell of rain was still fresh on the ground, and Sanji took a deep breath, inhaling the scent. There was no sight of any clouds above, the rain having moved on. It was truly a beautiful sunset, and Sanji couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through his body as he studied the sight. Of course, the feeling could have also been atributed to the several alchoholic drinks he'd had.
He tore his eyes away from the sky, turning to find the rest of the crew at the outdoor table. The inhabitants of the island were very strict about never harming any nature around them, which included several outdoor businesses. This also meant that they didn't have any cigarettes though, which was a problem. He was nearly out of the pack he was currently on, and he'd been depending on the idea of the next island having some he could buy. He'd just have to do without for a little bit. He could handle it right? Carefully, he put out the butt of his cigarrette and tossed it away.
Just then, he noticed Zoro, who was sitting beside him at the table, staring at him. The two didn't say anything, simply staring at each other. Sanji raised an eyebrow at Zoro's strange behavior. Zoro, who seemed to have zoned out, noticed Sanji's eyebrow raise and looked away, his cheeks turning slightly pink. Sanji kept staring at him for a moment before he turned his attention to the almost empty drink on the table in front of him. He picked up the glass and drank, the alcohol giving a soothing affect as it went down. His eyes traveled back to Zoro, who was now in conversation with Luffy. The mosshead's cheeks were still tinged a slight pink. The sight made Sanji's own cheeks heat up, though he couldn't tell why. What if he could get Zoro even more flustered? His cheeks tinged completely red. What if he was- Sanji immediately mentally berated himself for just the thought. Damn, how many drinks had he had? He tried to think back, but he was unable to recall exactly how many.
Suddenly, the sound of a chair squeaking across the wooden floors caught his attention. Zoro had stood up, though he was wobbling quite a bit, unstable on his feet. Nami, sitting across from them, gave Zoro a look that was a mix of exasperation and concern.
"Where are you going? And how many damn drinks have you had you idiot?" The navigator commented, her concern bleeding through. Zoro turned to her, his gaze defiant.
"Bathroom." He slurred. Sanji was slightly surprised that the mosshead had managed to get himself drunk considering he usually had a good alcohol tolerance. But it wasn't like Sanji entirely minded. Wait, what was he saying?! He was supposed to hate Zoro! But then again, Zoro was less argumentative when he was drunk. Sanji was dragged out of his thoughts as Zoro stumbled once more. Almost insinctually, Sanji reached out to steady Zoro, his hand gripping the swordsman's wrist. His grip must have been too harsh though, his brain mush from the alcohol in his own system, as Zoro lost his footing. Sanji hadn't even noticed Zoro had fallen before he felt the mossball's body on top of his lap. The cook immediatelty froze, the feeling of Zoro in his lap not entirely unwelcome. Zoro seemed to also be in shock for a moment before his cheeks turned even more pink. The alcohol must have made him bold though because he leaned back into Sanji's chest, causing the chef to let out a small noise of surprise.
"Damn cook." Zoro murmured, crossing his arms. Sanji could almost feel the rest of the crew staring at them. For a moment he felt an irrational sense of anger at Zoro's actions, but he quickly pushed it down. They we're both drunk out of their minds, he should be more forgiving. He looked over to Luffy, who was absolutely loosing his mind in his chair, laughing at the situation with a piece of meat stuffed into his mouth.
"Zoro why are you sitting on Sanji?" The captain laughed, his voice filled with innocent amusement. Usopp started talking in whispered hushes, both with smirks on their faces. Robin simply watched with a small smirk on her face. Franky and Brook were laughing.
"Maybe you should chill on the drinks Zoro-bro." Franky suggested. Zoro bristled at Franky's words, shifting where he was sat. The mosshead started arguing about how he could have all the beer in the world, though his words were unheard by Sanji as Zoro shifted in his lap. The cook felt Zoro's backside brush against his crotch, and he felt the familiar stir of arousal in his groin. Goddamnit he wasn't supposed to be getting turned on by Zoro of all people, he wasn't even a woman! Luckily, the crew was still focused on Zoro's adament argument about getting the entire world's supply of beer to notice Sanji's rapidly reddening face. The crew seemed to move on from the topic of Zoro falling onto Sanji, now talking about the possibility of infinite beer and then infinite meat from Luffy.
Sanji let out a soft exhale, trying to shift so that Zoro's ass wasn't pressed directly against his groin, though it only made it worse and he bit back the sound that threatened to leave his mouth. He leaned forward, whispering to Zoro quietly so the rest of the crew wouldn't hear.
"Zoro godamnit would you get off of me?" Sanji hissed. Zoro only let out a pitiful whine in response, but huffed and flopped off of the chef's lap, still stumbling on his feet. Sanji felt a small sense of relief as the pressure was gone, though it didn't last long as he noticed the small buldge in his pants. He saw the swordsman making his way to the bathroom in the corner of his eye. Damnit, he was done for if anyone noticed his "issue."
Sanji let out a sigh and silently excused himself from the table. He needed to find somewhere he could calm himself down, preferably alone. He made his way through the bar towards the exit, trying to hide himself from the other patrons. Unfortunately for him though, the moment he was outside he saw Zoro ahead, walking in a random direction. Sanji frowned, of course Zoro would managed to get himself lost finding the bathroom. He made his way towards the stumbling man, placing a hand on Zoro's waist to steady him even though they were both wobbly.
"You dumbass, how you always gettin' lost?" Sanji said, his words slightly slurred. Zoro turned to the chef, glaring at him.
"M' not lost I just don't know where the bathroom is, shitty cook." Zoro replied. Sanji rolled his eyes. He knew it was getting late and that the crew would likely leave soon anyway, so they might as well go back to the sunny.
"Come on Mosshead." He began directing Zoro back to the sunny, keeping his hand on the mossball's waist. As they walked, he couldn't help but let his hand slide lower, over Zoro's hip. Zoro gave Sanji a strange look at this, but didn't seem exactly bothered by it.
Once they reached the sunny, they made their way up the gangplank. Sanji was relieved to be back, maybe he could go take a cold shower. Though as he finally let go of Zoro's hip as they got on deck, the swordsman let out a small whine at the loss of contact, reaching out to grab onto Sanji's arm.
"What're you doin'?" Sanji asked, his voice now tinged with irritation.
"Don't leave." Zoro huffed, clinging onto Sanji's arm. Sanji simply stared at Zoro for a moment, contemplating his options. He was beginning to feel annoyed by the swordsman, but something in him made it feel almost impossible to deny the mossball.
"Fine. But stop being annoying." Sanji responded, sighing in defeat. Zoro gave him a small grin, giggling like a little kid. Damn, Zoro was like a whole different person when he was drunk. But that didn't matter, he was just a crewmate, nothing special. He was only staying with the swordsman out of obligation, obviously. He grabbed Zoro's wrist and dragged him towards the galley. At the very least, he was sober enough to know they both needed water.
Sanji pried open the door to the galley with a slight struggle, Zoro lagging behind. He immediately shoved Zoro into one of the chairs.
"Stay there." He ordered, to which surprisingly, he obeyed. Sanji could feel Zoro's eyes on him as he filled two glasses with some water. Once they were both full, he set one down in front of the mossball. "Drink." He said. Zoro narrowed his eyes.
"Why should I listen to you, huh?" He asked, his tone defensive. Sanji was about to respond when Zoro took a drink of the water.
"You're a walking contradiction." Sanji commented as he took a sip of his own water. Zoro set down his glass, his alcohol lidded gaze lingering on Sanji.
"Right, cause you're any better?" Zoro retorted, his eyes floating down to where Sanji was still slightly aroused. Zoro raised an eyebrow, bringing his gaze back to Sanji's face. "Why are-" He was cut off as Sanji slapped a hand against his mouth.
"Shut up!" Sanji hissed, his face turning red again, almost desperate for the swordsman to ignore it. Zoro immediately tried to pry Sanji's hand off of his mouth but it was futile. He huffed behind the chef's hand, suddenly standing from the chair. The suddenly movement caught Sanji off guard, his hand finally leaving Zoro's mouth. Zoro stumbled slightly, the alcohol still running through his veins. He moved backwards to lean against the counter for stability.
"Listen here you damn chef. I'll say whatever I want." His gaze flickered back down to Sanji's pants. "And I wanna know why-" Sanji lunged forward before Zoro could finish his sentence, pinning the swordsman to the counter, his embarrasment outweighing his judgement. Zoro let out a gasp of surprise, his back pressed against the counter, Sanji's hands on either side of him. Sanji opened his mouth to say something before Zoro suddenly moved forward, pressing their hips together. Sanji attempted to stifle a gasp at the feeling, one of his hands instictively moving down to grip Zoro's hip, pushing him back to the counter.
"D-don't do that." He managed to get out, looking down at Zoro's flushed face. Sanji's breath hitched at the sight, the swordsman looked like a damn temptress right now. He shook his head. Hell no, this was Zoro, he couldn't be thinking about him like this. He wasn't even a woman for crying out loud! But as Sanji studied the man below him, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have the man a flustered mess beneath him. But it probably wouldn't hurt if he... Sanji brought his other hand up to cup Zoro's face. His thumb traced over the mosshead's bottom lip. Zoro opened his mouth as Sanji's thumb touched his lip, as if offering himself to the cook. Sanji felt his heart skip a beat at the sight, his arousal only getting more unbearable. Slowly, Sanji pushed his thumb into Zoro's mouth, testing to see what he would do. Zoro closed his lips around Sanji's thumb, his tongue tracing the chef's finger. The cook's gaze darkened with desire at Zoro's actions. He retracted his thumb from the mosshead's mouth, his hand moving down to his hip.
Without thinking, still in an alcoholic daze, Sanji leaned forward connecting their lips with closed eyes. Zoro let out a surprised gasp but quickly melted into the kiss, bringing his hands up to the cook's shoulders. Sanji tightened his grip on the mossball's hips, nipping at Zoro's lips. Zoro opened his mouth, surrendering to the man above him. Sanji took this as an invitation, deepening the kiss, their tongues moving together like a dance. Zoro let out a soft moan into the kiss, his fingers clutching at Sanji's shoulders, desperate for something to ground himself with in the haze of pleasure. Neither of them had even though about the consequences or the fact that the crew could come back at any time, both too drunk to properly think about it.
Sanji broke the kiss, taking a moment to study the man beneath him, face flushed and lips swollen and red from the kiss. He pressed their hips together again, marveling in the noise he managed to draw out of the mossball. His eyes roamed across Zoro's body, landing on his neck. Carefully, he pushed Zoro's clothes away from his neck. Zoro leaned his head to the side, baring more of his skin to the chef. Sanji immediately bit down on the exposed skin on his neck, hard, but not enough to draw blood. Zoro whimpered at the feeling, a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Cook, please..." Zoro gasped, unable to express what he wanted through the haze of alcohol and pleasure. Sanji groaned at the pleading tone in Zoro's voice, placing more bites and marks on the swordsman's neck. One of his hands traveled down from Zoro's hip, his fingers dipping slightly under the fabric of his shorts. He felt Zoro squirming in his grasp as his hand moved below his clothes, further and further down until it was between his thighs. Sanji's fingers pressed against Zoro's pussy through his underwear, and his fingers were almost immediately soaked. Zoro let out a strangled half gasp half moan at the touch. The feeling of Zoro, wet and ready for him made Sanji's cock throb in anticipation, he desperately needed to be inside the mossball right now. Sanji retracted his hand from Zoro's pants, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking Zoro's essence off of his fingers. Zoro watched, a shiver running down his spine at the action.
Carefully, he began to peel off both of their clothes, accidentaly loosing his balance while trying to take off his own pants. Their clothes were then tossed to the side, discarded like a nuisance. Sanji's dick sprung up once it was freed from the prison of clothing. He heard Zoro let out a soft gasp at the sight, and he smirked in pride of his size. Sanji brought his hands back to Zoro's now exposed hips. Zoro almost instinctively spread his legs for the cook. Sanji's gaze traveled across the swordsman's body, across his large chest and down to the pink between the mossball's legs. He couldn't tear his eyes away, feeling a warm red liquid beginning to drip from his nose.
"Your so beautiful.." Sanji whispered. He was snapped out of his daze as Zoro brought his hands to Sanji's hair, grasping at the strands desperately.
"Stop staring and fuck me already." Zoro gasped. Sanji's expression darkened with lust at Zoro's demand and he shifted their position. His hands gripped Zoro's thighs, lifting him up so he was on the counter. Without wasting a moment, he was already lining his cock up to Zoro's clit. He felt Zoro tighten his grasp on his hair in anticipation before he slowly pushed forward, breaching the tight hole between the swordsman's legs. Zoro let out a pained gasp, his eyes squeezing shut. Sanji stopped for a moment, a flicker of concern crossing his face.
"You okay?" He questioned. Zoro panted for a few seconds before nodding, giving him permission to continue. He slowly continued to press into Zoro until he was fully sheathed inside the mosshead. Zoro let out a whine, looking at him with desperation in his eyes. Sanji couldn't say no to him, so he started to move, slowly at first. Zoro moaned, his finger's grasping at Sanji's hair, shoulders, back, anything he could get his hands on. The noise that escaped Zoro's mouth made Sanji almost feral with need, thrusting faster. He brought his mouth back to Zoro's neck, sucking at the skin there and leaving marks everywhere he could get them. Zoro kept letting out a string of moans, his fingers scratching at Sanji's back. The pain on his back barely registered though as he was too lost in Zoro to care.
Zoro cried out his name, each moan getting louder as he got closer to the edge. Sanji was now groaning into Zoro's neck as he thrusted, the mosshead just felt too good. He could feel his own climax getting closer, the need for release causing him to be practically feral in his movements, driving into the swordsman like it was the only thing that mattered. Zoro bit down on Sanji's shoulder, trying to stifle his cries of pleasure. The action made Sanji almost angry for a moment. He reached a hand up to grab Zoro by the hair, pulling his head back.
"Don't. I wanna hear you." He gasped out. Zoro gave him a small nod, and Sanji smirked, burying his head back into the warmth of Zoro's neck.
With one more thrust, Zoro let out a sudden cry of Sanji's name, coming undone and clenching against the cook's cock. Sanji practically snapped at the intoxicating noise that had left Zoro's mouth. With a loud groan, he came into Zoro with a harsh movement. They both clung onto each other for dear life as they rode out their climax.
After a moment, both of them were silent, the only sound in the galley was the sound of their harsh breathing, tired out from their "activities." Zoro leaned back against the counter, his hands still clutching at Sanji's shoulders. Sanji took a moment to study the mossball beneath him. He really was gorgeous, but he knew they couldn't stay like this forever. Reluctantly he pulled out, watching as his cum dripped out and down Zoro's thighs.
Suddenly, he noticed the sound of voices, familiar voices. They sounded like they were outside the galley, probably on deck. The sound broke through his drunken-pleasure induced haze and his eyes widened. Shit, he couldn't let anyone see him like this with Zoro of all people. What would Nami-swan think? What would Robin-chwan think? He quickly backed away from Zoro. The swordsman sat up, confusion lacing his face as he saw the panicked look on Sanji's face. The cook quickly pulled his clothes back on. Zoro got off of the counter, his legs even more wobbly than before.
"Sanji-" He started to say, but was cut off as the cook held out his hand.
"This didn't happen, okay? You.. you can't tell anyone about this. It was just a mistake." Sanji told Zoro, his gaze panicked and tone harsh. For a moment Zoro simply stared at Sanji before his expression shifted into something Sanji couldn't quite place, was that... dissapointment? Zoro got off of the counter, picking up his own clothes.
"Yeah, nothing happened."