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Behind a tavern, filled with the ruckus of rough and tumbling pirates and criminals alike, was where Sanji first saw it.
The Strawhats, having just gotten out of Water 7 and bringing a new crewmate on board, had decided to stop on an island for a night or two to welcome their new shipwright and celebrate the return of their archaeologist. It was a rare occasion of Nami allowing them to go all out, spending money like water to order drink after drink in the rowdy pub.
Unfortunately for Sanji, his tolerance couldn't keep up with his excitement, and by his fourth pint his stomach gurgled in complaint.
Not wanting to cause a scene in front of the beautiful ladies he'd been sitting with, the cook stumbled out the building's back door and into a shoddy alley. He nearly fell against the brick wall; catching himself with one hand while the other held his bloated stomach.
Honestly, this is why he hated beer.
Before anything came up, the sound of the alley door opening behind him distracted him from his nausea, and he turned his head back to be met with a sight he can't say he was expecting.
Out from the door appeared Zoro - the ship's swordsman and Sanji's perpetual headache - but along with him was a stranger; a smaller man whose waist he had an arm around.
In a somewhat violent manner, Zoro slammed the other against the wall besides the door they'd just walked out of, and Sanji nearly slipped to the ground when seeing him take the other man's lips in a hungry kiss.
Sanji wasn't one to judge, he just hadn't guessed it. What the rest of the crew did was none of his business - especially the muscle head - but seeing it certainly caught him off guard.
But now that he thought about it, and now that he was - for some reason - watching it, a lot of pieces were starting to click.
"Ah, makes sense…" he mumbled to himself, words a slur and voice louder than it should've been.
So loud, in fact, that it made Zoro and his boy toy startle.
They both turned towards him, the swordsman frowning in that stupid way he always did, and it allowed Sanji a proper look at Zoro's choice of the night.
Green eyes, clean face, and a blonde to boot.
Well, as far as men went, Sanji could admit he was a looker.
"Cook?" Zoro blinked, taking in the other's intoxicated red face and unfocused eyes.
For some alcohol related reason, a case of the giggles were rapidly creeping up on Sanji, and he spat out a laugh.
"Caught you in your little-" he flicked his hand mockingly "rendezvous, marimo-san."
The stranger standing with Zoro raised an eyebrow, looking up at him to whisper "Marimo-san?"
Zoro scowled, about to answer the other before he was interrupted by Sanji shooting a finger up - pointing right at the blonde standing across from him.
"You can-" he hiccupped, waving his finger around, "do a lot better than this- this dumb brute."
He was still giggling, mainly at Zoro's annoyed expression. It only made it funnier that the handsome man behind him couldn't hold back a snort.
"He's nothing but a…" Sanji wheezed, trying to get his words out with his laughter, "but a stupid, lazy, incompetent- oh, shit."
Without missing a beat, he turned to spew his guts up. The awful retching noise caused the men behind him to grimace.
"I'll get Usopp" Zoro sighed, and he whispered something in the stranger's ear to receive a nod before walking back into the tavern.
Sanji was left staring at the unfamiliar other, looking him up and down as he wiped the bile from his mouth.
Then, he pointed to his own hair, pointed at the stranger, and with a wide grin said;
"We match!"
…
That night was quickly forgotten.
Apart from it being embarrassing, there wasn't anything noteworthy about it. Zoro liking men had no effect on him - it was as surprising as Luffy shooting himself across an armada of marines at this point - so Sanji tried to remove it from his mind.
Zoro didn't say anything, and neither did he. The idiot's complete lack of communication was always convenient in times like these.
Their cruise had become quiet after the celebration, each day spent lounging in the sun and enjoying the peace, until an island was finally spotted through weeks of nothing but sea.
"Nami-san! Can I have some money to stock up on food?"
Sanji wiggled around the irritated woman, their navigator sighing and agreeing to let him borrow some berries because "I guess that's important."
She was met with shocked looks from Usopp and Chopper.
Once docking the ship, Sanji jumped up to the crow's nest where a sleeping ball of moss was lounging on the floor.
With an unceremonious kick, he painfully woke the man up, watching him clutch his aching side while saying, "You. Mule. Now."
So with a lot of complaining, and a lot of cursing, Zoro had somehow ended up carrying each and every shopping bag; tailing behind the violent cook through the bustling market.
There were lovely ladies as far as the eye could see, Sanji's cheeks flushing pink and eyes turning into passionate hearts. He would wave to some, or dance around others; receiving sweet, melodic giggles for his flirtatious behaviour.
Unfortunately, the rosy tint of the marketplace faded with an angry yell in his ear.
"Flirt in your own time, love-cook! I want to get back to the ship!"
Sanji clicked his tongue and spun on his heel, facing the swordsman who was effortlessly standing with towers of bags thrown over his shoulders. Sanji would feel bad, but he knew the green-haired beast lifted ten times that a day, so he purposefully blew smoke in the man's scowling face.
"Mules don't speak" he said, smirking immaturely at the angry glare received in return.
But, unfortunately, the guy had a point. They were there to stock up, not to play around, so Sanji turned forwards to head towards a promising looking stall.
"Are these freshly picked?" he asked the man standing behind it, examining the neat assortment of fruits before him with his cigarette in hand.
"Just this morning" the attendant confirmed with a nod and a smile.
Enthusiastic blue eyes scanned over everything, but the excited glimmer vanished when spotting the sign in the corner. The variety was good, but the price was steep. Nami had given him a lot - even given him permission to spend it all - but he wanted to impress her with his saving ability.
The look on their beautiful navigator's face when receiving a bunch of berries back would be priceless, after all.
Sanji shook himself out of his goofy grin, about to tell the mule behind him to keep moving until hearing Zoro's voice.
"You pick everything yourself?"
Turning around with a furrowed brow, the cook watched as the two men struck a conversation.
That was weird. Zoro never engaged in idle chit chat.
Sanji looked between the two, seeing the swordsman had placed the bags down to lean against the stall.
And what was this body language?
On top of that, Zoro was smiling, even chuckling here and there, and wasn't taking his eyes off the stall attendant for a second. The sight was a bizarre one, until something clicked in Sanji's head upon seeing the two share a suggestive look.
Oh.
Now he got it.
Moving his right foot to tap the tip of his shoe into the ground, Sanji remembered each and every time the swordsman had stopped him from courting any lovely ladies.
So he tapped his foot one, two, three times before grinning. And, with a long swing, kicked Zoro square on the ass.
"Ow! Fuck was that for, curly?!"
He rubbed the new sore spot excessively, glowering at the cook's conceited expression.
"Flirt in your own time, moss head."
Zoro didn't say anything to that, instead showing a slight blush as he morosely moved to pick up the shopping bags - Sanji apologising to the stunned stall attendant with a wave of his hand.
As they walked off, Zoro silently sulked, mumbling quietly and incoherently like a child too afraid to talk back.
"Eh? What's that?" Sanji couldn't help but tease, not seeing but knowing the grouchy expression he'd have on his face.
"I wasn't doing anything…" Zoro grumbled out, the lie so clear it made Sanji snort.
It was satisfying to get some payback, and now that Sanji knew where to look, he could do it whenever he pleased.
The only problem? There was something he observed that weirdly stuck with him, something he'd think of in the moment but would probably forget hours later.
The stall man was blonde.
That was the second time Sanji noticed it.
…
Once was of no issue.
Twice was a coincidence.
But thrice? It was becoming difficult to look the other way.
More importantly, it was becoming difficult to forget.
Sanji had genuinely forgotten about the man in the alley; forgotten his face and looks overall. The stall attendant was a different story, that one being locked in his mind for the sole purpose of teasing and taunting.
But now it was beyond a joke.
It'd been weeks, possibly months, since any sort of fiasco had happened between him and the idiotic swordsman. It'd been a bumpy journey from island to island, all uninhabited until now, and the crew could finally rest at an inn for a night.
The Sunny was nice, but it was beneficial for all to walk off their sea legs and sleep in a grounded bed.
Sanji had decided to go out. He wanted to enjoy the night and the wonderful ladies the island offered, and that he did. It was nothing but sweet words, cool breezes, and swirling glasses of wine as cherry red lips would smile at him in dimly lit bars.
But of course, he was a gentleman - first and foremost. So he made it his duty to walk any beautiful lady home; a kiss on the cheek being a not needed but very much appreciated reward each time.
The night had gone quiet by the time he was skipping back to the inn, his head fuzzy from the scent of sweet perfumes and body buzzing from the alcohol. It was a euphoric state, one where he could touch the sky if he wanted. So when he opened the door to his room, he'd completely forgotten the earth under his feet.
Completely forgotten he was in a world where he got the short end of the stick and had to share a room with the swordsman.
And that all came crashing down on him with what he saw, his perfect night shattering into a million pieces in front of his eyes.
On one of the beds were two bodies, naked and sweat covered, with Zoro holding someone face down as his hips rocked and swayed behind them.
It was another man - Sanji regrettably being able to tell by the groans - and he stared in disbelief as his eyes trailed down the stranger's naked body.
He couldn't see his face, only the back of his head being visible, but what he could see was hair.
A blonde head of hair.
He didn't care it was a man, he didn't care it was a stranger, but he cared a great deal about the colour of those golden locks.
Because, like a flash flood, it all came back at once.
The stranger in the alley.
The stranger at the stall.
And now, the stranger in Zoro's bed, who was moaning out in pleasure.
Sanji ever so badly wanted it to be a coincidence.
Zoro's sharp senses made him pick up on the sound of a door slightly creaking open, and he turned to see the cook standing motionless in the doorway.
His movements stopped immediately, hand holding the stranger down more firmly as they tried to move, and the two crewmates stared at each other in a mortified state.
Sanji wasn't a prude by any means, he invited and encouraged any and all acts of passion, but this scenario was making him far too squeamish.
So without a word, and with an uncomfortable frown, he shut the door. Chopper and Usopp's room seemed far more inviting anyway.
...
It was the same as anything, they didn't talk about it. And why should they? It was sex, nothing worth talking over.
Sanji especially didn't want to think about it, his eyes having been assaulted by the brute of a man sweating like some crazed animal. It should've been out of sight, out of mind as far as Sanji was concerned.
So why couldn't he stop thinking about it?
Three times didn't mean anything, it's what he told himself. Forcing his head to echo that rhetoric until he could believe it.
But he couldn't, not with his habit of overthinking kicking in at full force - to the point it followed him into his sleep.
It was ridiculous - to care this much. But he needed more evidence, he needed to know he wasn't imagining it, so he observed the irritating swordsman for weeks on end. In bars, in towns, and even in fights. He watched with an itching eye.
In all truthfulness, Sanji hoped - prayed this was a delusion he'd conjured up, but the weeks of surveying made it far worse.
His fear had come to light.
It was nothing but blonde, blonde, blonde.
Every man he smirked at, every guy he chatted up, and every stranger he disappeared with into the night - every single one of them, a striking blonde.
Sanji slammed his knife down into the fish he was cutting, the blade sticking up and into the wooden chopping board.
So Zoro had a type.
So what?
It had nothing to do with him.
But his tired eyes, his scowling face, and an irritated prick at his skin were saying otherwise.
Zoro had a type, and he just happened to fall into it.
"Is he fucking with me?" Sanji mumbled to himself, pulling the knife out with a bit more force than needed. "Did he want me to see?"
As he lifted the blade, holding it high over his head, he glared down at the beheaded fish in front of him.
How appropriate that it was green.
Sanji swung down his knife with a loud 'thwack', the creature's body being cut in an uneven two. So he held his knife up again, but before he could make another frustrated slice, the door to the galley creaked open.
Usopp peeked out from behind it, mouth open and ready to speak, but it immediately clamped shut as he froze in place; wide eyed and blinking when he took in the state of the cook.
Knife clenched white knuckled in hand, cigarette chewed down flat, with fish guts sprayed and spotted on a pale face.
The man looked more like a butcher than a cook.
"Um," Usopp started, the two of them unmoving while they stared, "bad time?"
Sanji sighed loudly, bringing a hand to his forehead and gently placing the kitchen knife down.
"Sorry, do you need something?"
The long nosed pirate looked Sanji up and down, stepping into the galley to let the door shut behind him.
He looked utterly exhausted.
"Do...do you?"
Sanji wanted to talk about it, so badly did he want to, but there was no way it was something he could just bring up with anyone in the crew.
There was no way they'd noticed, so he knew he'd look insane - but maybe tip toeing around it could work.
"Usopp, are you into blondes?"
Said man looked taken aback, and he raised a hand to his neck to rub it sheepishly. "Oh, sorry Sanji, but I'm not really interested."
A vein popped, and without missing a beat, Sanji kicked his leg hard enough to send his shoe flying directly into Usopp's face.
Unfortunately, the guy managed to dodge it with a squeal.
"I'm not asking you out!"
"Eh?" Usopp sputtered, breaking out in a cold sweat at seeing the shoe shaped dent in the wall behind him. "Then why the question?"
Sanji faltered, quickly thinking it over before hesitantly answering "Guy...talk?"
Usopp didn't believe him, the furrowed brow indication enough, but decided it was in his best interest not to push and sighed in defeat.
"Well, I like Kaya, she's blonde" he thought aloud, moving to pick up the discarded shoe and throwing it back to the cook. "But I don't like her because she's blonde, it's because of who she is."
Sanji frowned while listening, stomping his shoe back on and staring at the ground.
He hadn't considered Zoro being with all those men for personality reasons, they all seemed nice on the surface. From what Sanji could tell, anyway.
Maybe he was overthinking it, maybe the swordsman wasn't as shallow as first expected. They just all happened to be blondes.
Multiple men, who were all blondes.
Who were all one night stands.
Who Zoro never spoke of or spoke to again.
Yeah.
That theory could be thrown away.
"Okay, hypothetically," Sanji began, running a tired hand through his hair, "if you were into blondes. Would you include me in that?"
He didn't even know what he was hoping to gain from a question like that, any peace of mind would've been good, but he was only met with an even more confused look from the other.
"Are you sure you're not-"
"I already said I'm not asking you out!"
Sanji resisted the urge to catapult his shoe for a second time, stopping himself due to the galley door swinging open to reveal yet another crew member.
And it just happened to be the last one he wanted to see.
"You're so loud," Zoro sneered, looking directly at Sanji as he said it.
A blue eye twitched.
"Ah, Zoro, we were just talking-" Usopp tried to explain, jumping when he was cut off by the sound of a knife slamming into a chopping board.
"Never you mind what we were talking about."
The swordsman raised an eyebrow, looking between the cook and Usopp to receive a shrug. So he looked back at Sanji, taking in his tetchy state.
"What's up your ass, curly?"
Sanji wanted to laugh, but settled with a tired glare instead. "Bad sleep."
That one wasn't a lie.
Usopp gave their cook a worried frown, and snapped his fingers when something occurred to him.
"I've got my sleeping stars, maybe I can get Chopper to make you something with them!"
Before Sanji could stop him to say that those types of medicines already exist - and that it was, technically, drugging someone - he was already out the door.
So now Sanji was left in the galley with an angry ball of moss.
He heard instead of saw Zoro walk into the kitchen, paying attention to the ingredients in front of him and slightly tensing when feeling the man's presence lingering beside him.
"Why can't you sleep?" the swordsman tried to ask gently, but it came out more forced and accusatory - his body incredibly stiff with his arms crossed over his chest.
Sanji huffed, "Wow, caring is not your strong point."
"Cook" Zoro glowered, making the other groan and shoot him a sceptical look.
"Why do you care? Trying to get me in a good mood for some sake?"
It took everything the swordsman had to hold back an insult, instead breathing out calmly to say "As much as I hate to admit it, this crew relies on you."
"You didn't say no."
Sanji said it with his knife pointing directly at Zoro's nose, watching the man's face contort into an angry grimace. He was expecting to be yelled at, was even prepared for a fight to break out, but got neither of those reactions when seeing Zoro blink curiously at something.
Slowly, the man lifted a large hand to bring it up towards Sanji's face. That, in itself, already had the cook on edge, but then he moved it up further - unexpectedly grabbing a lock of blonde hair.
Sanji immediately reacted, his arm shooting to Zoro's wrist in a shocked panic and holding it tight. Blue eyes narrowed at the other with confused ones looking back, the two suddenly having a staredown in the middle of the kitchen.
An awkward tension surrounded them, one Zoro looked as if he were struggling to understand, and Sanji scowled at the man's daft expression.
"See something you like, swordsman?"
It was spat with venom, Sanji all too ready to accuse the brute of his undeniable fetish and force some answers out, but he realised he jumped the gun when Zoro shifted.
Pulled from his hair, and in between rough fingers, sat the eyeball of a dead fish. An eyeball that, Sanji now discovered, the fish on his chopping board was missing.
"You're welcome" Zoro scoffed, flicking the disgusting thing onto the ground with an offended shake of his hand. "You really do need some sleep, you're saying weird shit."
Sanji couldn't hide his embarrassed flush, his face turning red while he clenched his fists tight.
"Get out!" he yelled, kicking the man in the stomach to make him move, "You're distracting me from lunch!"
Zoro tried to say something, but was being winded with each blow to his stomach. Sanji, however, didn't need words to understand what he was getting at.
"And you're not getting any sake!"
With a final kick, he shooed the swordsman out the galley and closed the door with a loud slam to bring the message across. Thankfully, Zoro didn't try barging back in, and Sanji was left standing alone in an empty kitchen once more.
He walked back to the counter where the mutilated fish still laid, its missing eye staring up at him in a near mocking manner. Sanji sighed as he grabbed the front of his fringe to rub it in between fidgeting fingers, muttering to himself all the while.
"Asshole…"
…
He was going crazy.
As he stood on the galley balcony, leaning on the handrail and staring over the lawn deck, Sanji inwardly acknowledged his own declining sanity.
The deck was bustling with energy, as it did every day. Mainly due to Luffy, Usopp and Chopper running around screaming; the three of them throwing water balloons at each other with cheeky grins. Standing under the main mast was Franky, but Sanji’s eyes honed in on the green head of hair he happened to be talking to.
They were discussing something or other about the ship, nothing he particularly cared about, but he still watched while mindlessly tossing the water balloon in his hand up and down. How he acquired the item, he had no idea, but it did a decent job at slightly soothing his restless self.
Every day he’d wake up and drag himself into the bathroom, and every day, because of Zoro, he’d glare at his own messy blonde hair in the mirror.
It taunted him.
It was his own hair, and it taunted him.
The swordsman had flipped him on his head and he had the audacity to not even realise it.
“Stupid” he grumbled to himself, glaring at the muscle obsessed moron while clenching the balloon in his hand. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!”
Because he was, the guy was stupid.
That exact amount of stupid.
Maybe more, actually.
Definitely more.
“Sanji-san” a voice startled him, said man turning around to see Robin walking toward him with a calming smile.
She was a sight for Sanji’s poor, sore eyes.
“Robin-chan!” he beamed, immediately standing straight, “Is there anything I can do for you?”
The beautiful woman shook her head, “Just observing you observing.”
The answer made Sanji blink, and he turned back to where Robin was looking - his eyes landing straight on the moss head.
“Did you want to eavesdrop?”
The question was asked with a bit more enthusiasm than Sanji was comfortable with, now wondering how many times he’d missed when an ear had popped in on any of his conversations.
“No, that’s alright” Sanji sighed, squishing the balloon in his hand in defeat. He must’ve lost track of how long he’d been standing there. “I was just zoning out, I think.”
Robin kept her unsettling smile, now keeping the cook quiet company when he went back to throwing the balloon up and down. A thought crossed his mind while louring at the swordsman’s ugly face, and he tilted his head with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Actually, could you do me a favour, Robin-chan?”
Zoro jumped when a sudden arm grew next to him, raising an eyebrow at the misplaced limb on his shoulder. A long finger pointed towards the galley balcony, making him curiously turn to see what it wanted, and was caught off guard by a water balloon hammering him in the face.
Luffy, who had been running by, burst out laughing at the state of a now sopping wet Zoro.
“Nice, Sanji!” he yelled, throwing a thumbs up the cook’s way.
Zoro, on the other hand, was far from amused.
He looked up at the blonde standing on the balcony, giving a glare that could kill, and Sanji fanned the flames by immaturely raising a middle finger with a deriding grin.
“Uh oh, Cook-san. You better start running.”
Sanji didn’t need to be told twice, already preparing to bolt for their game of cat and mouse when the swordsman stormed towards him.
It wasn’t the healthiest stress relief, but it worked.
Even with their tussling and scuffling, Sanji’s descent into insanity didn’t let up. It was a fight on the Sunny one night - a marine ship having snuck up on them during a storm - that Sanji let his mess of a head get the better of him.
He could hardly see through the pouring rain, his mood becoming progressively worse at having been woken up in the middle of the night to kick useless marine soldiers in the cold, but he still somehow managed to pick out Zoro’s fighting form amongst the chaos.
Sanji was prepared to throw a playful insult, as was routine during their battles, but nearly slipped on the wet deck when seeing the man clashing swords with a marine. Zoro could’ve easily blown the guy away, the swordsman a beast compared to the other, but for whatever reason, he didn’t.
Of course, to Sanji’s dismay, the marine was a blonde.
It took one strong leap to land where Zoro stood, Sanji wasting no time in propelling himself and slamming his foot into the enemy’s side to send him flying off the ship. The abrupt action left Zoro disoriented, turning to a scowling cook for an explanation.
“Pay attention to the fight, idiot!” he yelled with a jab to the man’s chest, riling the swordsman up.
“What do you think I’m doing? Stupid cook!”
Sanji was fuming, and even he couldn’t understand why. He was already in a crabby mood, a nagging voice in the back of his head telling him he was being unreasonable, but whatever it was he saw worked enough to flip a switch.
“Slash ‘em properly, it’s all you’re good for anyways!”
Zoro glowered, prepared to argue back, before his eyes widened and he wrapped a quick arm around the other’s thin waist to pull him close.
Sanji yelped in surprise, being held against the swordsman’s chest as he was swiftly dipped to the ground. A sword flew over their heads, the two narrowly dodging the swipe, and Zoro threw an arm back to slice the marine beside them.
“What’s your problem?!” Zoro growled, staying in the awkward position as he held off three more soldiers attempting to swing down on them; blocking them with a single sword. “Focus on your own battles!”
A marine attempted to launch an attack from behind, immediately being stopped by Sanji’s long leg shooting up and shattering his jaw. “Then stop half-assing your attacks, moron!”
“Oi, lovebirds!” Nami called out across from them, catching their attention to see her hiding behind a smiling Robin. “This is a battlefield, not a ballroom! Get to work!”
The two registered the position they were in from the callout, both men looking like a deer in the headlights as they froze on the spot.
Zoro turned back down to Sanji, seeing now how close the cook was to him and how squished into his chest he was, and sneered as he hurriedly released him to make the man fall against the floor.
“Go pester someone else.”
Sanji suppressed a pout, looking soaking wet and pathetic on the ground while he watched the swordsman dash off to put an end to the battle.
He didn’t know what it was he was feeling - a weird possessive pull in his chest that made his skin crawl - but it was astonishingly annoying.
Nearly as annoying as the muscle-brained swordsman himself.
…
In a pub filled with life, that smelt of beer and meat, and the cheap perfume of the flirtatious waitresses, the strawhats threw back pints of beer with loud cheers. It was a night for them to enjoy themselves, having beat off fleets of marine ships to make it to the next island, but Sanji found himself too distracted to revel in the merry atmosphere.
His cheek was squished into the table as he laid flat on it, face a tinted, tipsy red while staring across the room. His crew assumed he was ogling the waitresses - a usual act he would’ve indulged in at any other time - but it was a rare instance where women were the last thing on his mind.
This being because of a certain swordsman who’d decided to sit at the bar, who was smiling and chatting with a stranger beside him.
A stranger who, predictably, had shining blonde hair.
“Why isn’t he sitting with us?” Sanji sulked, catching the attention of Usopp beside him.
“Hm? Who, Zoro?”
With a frown, the cook sat up to turn towards the other; grabbing his own long bangs and shoving them in Usopp’s face.
“It’s blonde, right? I’m blonde!”
The sniper leaned back, taking in Sanji’s intoxicated state and sporting a forced smile. “You’re bringing up this blonde thing again?”
“But he-!” the cook shouted, pointing an accusational finger across the bar, “He goes and talks to whoever he wants!”
The shout had Nami looking towards them, raising her eyebrow at the teary eyed Sanji. She watched while he clutched onto Usopp’s shirt, shaking the man wildly and yelling incomprehensible complaints.
She then glanced over to the multiple empty mugs sitting in front of the wailing cook, her expression unimpressed.
“What’s he yelling about?”
Usopp’s head was shaking back and forth, managing to wobble out “Something Zoro did” and quietly squeaking for help.
Nami sighed, elbowing Luffy next to her and whispering into his ear while pointing towards the swordsman at the bar.
In a terrifying three seconds, Luffy’s arm stretched across the pub, grabbed the back of Zoro’s shirt, and whipped him away from his seat to sling him across the room. He slammed into the strawhat’s table with a pained howl - multiple people in the pub screaming all the while.
“Luffy!” Zoro snarled while his captain laughed, rubbing his head irritably before pausing at seeing the navigator’s eerie smile.
She lifted a menacing finger and gestured towards Sanji, the man now being consoled by a confused Usopp.
“He’s like this because of you, take him back to the ship.”
Zoro shouted a loud ‘Huh?!’ as he pulled a face, looking between the cook and Nami. “I didn’t do anything! Why should I?”
The redhead smirked deviously, holding up her hand to touch an index finger and thumb together in her usual shameless pose.
“Do you want me to add to your debt, Zoro?”
Zoro’s blood ran cold.
He hissed out a ‘Witch’ and said nothing more as he grabbed Sanji by the back of his shirt, pulling him off the panicked sniper.
They walked out the pub and into the cool night air, the swordsman looking either way and picking whichever one his gut told him to. Sanji, while inebriated, still managed to mumble “Wrong way, stupid.”
Zoro clicked his tongue, holding the cook up by his shirt and trying to get him to stand straight.
“Shut up! I’m not gonna be ordered around by someone who can’t even stand on his feet!”
Sanji pouted, accepting the challenge and pushing the swordsman off himself with wobbly legs. He managed to stumble around for a few spectacular seconds, but ultimately failed when he fell forwards to be caught by a pair of strong arms.
“Shit, what’re you drinking so much for?”
Sanji pouted again, an odd sensation bubbling in his gut and muddling his head. Probably because of the stupid brute holding him up.
“I'm not drunk, ‘m depressed.”
It wasn’t totally wrong, but by the unconvinced scoff Zoro made, he clearly didn’t believe him. That, or he didn’t care enough to worry over it.
Sanji’s expression turned sullen; being pressed this close to the swordsman was doing something weird to him.
“Just drop me at an inn” he slurred, slumping against the man’s wide chest, “and you can go back to your…blonde beaus.”
Zoro was visibly confused at that, furrowing his brow and holding the smaller’s shoulders to keep him standing. He decided not to ask, chalking it up to drunken ramblings as he searched around for an inn.
“You got money?” he inquired when spotting one, the cook loosely waving a confirming hand to make Zoro sigh.
It was a struggle getting him into the building, Sanji’s feet dragging along the inn's steps when he failed to lift them. The embarrassing display made the swordsman lose his patience, deciding to effortlessly lift Sanji over his shoulder instead - ignoring the drunkard's complaints at the action.
Being met with a strange look from the old man at the front desk, Zoro managed to book a room with angry feet kicking at his torso. He struggled for a few minutes around the hallways before finally finding the right door, cursing at a particularly painful kick to his side when walking into the room.
"You're such a handful" he huffed as he plopped Sanji onto the large bed, getting a whiny groan in reply.
"Says the...you" Sanji tried to refute, facedown on the bed and muffled.
Zoro frowned, staring down at the cook for a moment. He couldn't understand why Sanji was in this state, wondering about Nami accusing him for it.
Knowing the guy, it would've been something stupid. There was no point in asking.
"I'm leaving, sleep here and don't go wandering off."
Sanji made a noise of affirmation, but as Zoro turned to leave him be, something was said that made him stop in his tracks.
"Have fun chasing your stupid blondes."
That was the second time he'd brought it up, and Zoro had a nagging feeling it was more than just drunk babbling.
So he clicked his tongue and turned back around, moving towards the bed to glare at the other lying down flat.
"Why do you keep saying that?"
Sanji scoffed, shifting to sit up on his knees and frowning back at the swordsman from over his shoulder. "I know your type, you dumbass. I saw you with that guy at the bar."
Zoro raised an eyebrow, "My type? I don't have one."
"Liar" Sanji sneered, shuffling around to face the man, "you think you're slick? I've seen you, with all those pretty little blondes."
Realising this wasn't going to be as straightforward as he'd thought, Zoro took his swords off his side with a furrowed brow; leaning them against the wall.
"You think I'm into blondes?"
"Do I 'think' ?" Sanji snapped, an incredulous smile on his face. "Do I 'think' I watched you eat that guy's face in the alley ages ago?"
Zoro tilted his head, perplexed. "That's one guy."
"And the guy at the market, the one you were hitting on!" Sanji immediately shot back, "And the guy I saw you fucking, did I imagine that?!"
The swordsman went slightly red, clenching his jaw at the uncomfortable memories.
"So what?" he growled, stepping closer to the bed to tower over the other. "Even if that is the case, why do you care?!"
Sanji could feel his blood boiling as he ground his teeth together, his hazy head somewhat clearing up with the fight.
It was annoying, because he shouldn't care. But for weeks, months, this discovery had been plaguing him. It made something under his skin itch, made his nights sleepless and his thoughts jumbled. And now, like a bubbling pot, something was about to spill.
His body moved on its own as he grabbed the swordsman to pull him down, Zoro not getting a chance to react when being thrown flat on his back onto the soft mattress. Long legs trapped him a split second after that, Sanji moving to lean over him and cage him in. His eyes widened as the cook nearly banged their foreheads together when he jerked him up by the front of his shirt, a malicious scowl on his face.
"Because," he started, keeping Zoro's eyes on his with a dangerous glare, "you go after all those stupid blondes when you've got one right on your ship."
The swordsman tried to speak, but grunted when he was roughly slammed back against the bed - throat going dry from the way Sanji crawled over him.
"And you don't even fucking look at me."
The hand bunching Zoro's shirt flattened down to run up his chest, Sanji taking pleasure in the bewildered look the man was giving him.
"Am I not good enough for you, Zoro?"
A drop of sweat ran down a tanned forehead, Zoro trying to collect himself and glare back up at the other.
"You're drunk, curly."
"I was," Sanji simpered, tracing his fingers up to the man's neck, "but I'm pretty aware now."
The hand crawled up further, grabbing Zoro's jaw and holding it tight to keep their gazes connected. There was a hint of panic in the swordsman's eye, causing a pleasant chill to run up Sanji's spine.
Oh, so this is what he'd been feeling
Sanji let out a shaky breath, leaning closer to the unnerved man with a devious smile.
"You ever think about fucking me?"
Zoro's eyes widened, body slightly twitching under him.
"Or am I not even worth that?"
A rough hand shot up to grab Sanji's wrist, not moving it, but a clear warning.
"Watch your words, cook."
Sanji’s eyes turned lidded, curiously watching the swordsman under him. It was a rare moment of Zoro looking distressed, Sanji so used to the man’s confident and collected nature that it was oddly enjoyable to see him struggle. So much so that a tingling sensation began rousing up from his abdomen.
Zoro deserved it, so why couldn’t he have fun?
“There something about me you don’t like, Zoro?”
He squeezed the swordsman's face tighter, delighting in the poisonous glare he received.
“What are you, jealous?” Zoro snarled, hoping to diffuse the situation with a playful jab.
Sanji recognised it, the pathetic attempt to rile him up and stop whatever this was, but he wouldn’t let Zoro have that. Not when there was a wonderful high tickling him pink.
It was Zoro’s sharp eyes digging into him, his body tensing under him, the hand on his wrist slightly shaking and burning hot on his skin. Everything about the man below him made his heart race.
The swordsman was so wickedly exhilarating.
“What if I am?” Sanji sighed hotly, feeling a sharp breath taken beneath him as he leaned closer to whisper into the man’s ear.
“What if I want to be one of your stupid blondes?”
The air turned electric, Zoro immediately grabbing the other to flip them over and pin Sanji to the bed. His blue eyes were wide and shining with excitement, golden hair a mess that splayed around his head and curled around his face.
Zoro audibly swallowed.
“What’s your fucking game, cook?”
Sanji smiled salaciously, wrapping his legs around the swordsman’s torso to pull him closer. “You want to, right?”
The hands restricting his wrists clenched tight, Zoro now panting hot and heavy from the way he was restraining himself. The sight set Sanji’s body ablaze, becoming hotter with Zoro’s growled out warning.
“I won’t hold back.”
Sanji’s thighs squeezed him tight, playfully provoking him.
“Good.”
Zoro immediately swooped down and took Sanji’s lips in a hungry kiss, taking advantage of his shocked gasp to forcefully shove a tongue in the cook’s mouth. Sanji’s wrists were released for strong arms to wrap around his head and waist, Sanji moving his own hands to tangle fingers in short, green hair and push their bodies closer together.
They both couldn’t hold back their gratified groans, tongues sliding against each other in a messy, heedless urgency that forced a felicitous shiver from the cook. A dulcet moan sung from his throat when his tongue was sucked, licking over the swordsman’s teeth to bite his bottom lip in a thirsting desire.
His head was melting, his skin was so hot, and he wanted to press closer .
There was still space between them, the clothes on their bodies creating a wall, and it irritated Sanji an irrational amount.
“Take it off” he panted into the swordsman’s mouth, pulling on the back of his shirt.
Zoro disconnected their lips and tried to sit up, but was brought back down by Sanji’s legs - the cook pressing their mouths together again to keep kissing him as if he were starved.
“I can’t-” Zoro tried to reason, grunting as soft lips kissed all over his face and jaw, “-can’t get my clothes off if you're holding me down.”
Sanji didn’t hear him, pulling at his shirt as he licked and sucked the man’s neck. He could feel Zoro’s staggered breaths on his skin, the sounds and taste of the swordsman turning him delirious.
Shit, he was already becoming addicted.
“Oi, curly” Zoro huffed as a tongue began to wiggle into his ear, Sanji clinging onto him so tight it was constricting. “Are you listening to me?”
Sanji hummed absentmindedly, nibbling around Zoro’s earlobe while rolling his hips up. The friction forced a shameless moan from the two of them, the swordsman groaning as he dug his face into a pale neck. Sanji’s arched back allowed him to pull the man’s tucked shirt from his pants, Zoro taking the opportunity to run a flat palm over smooth skin.
The sensual touch caused Sanji to whine, his strokes on the swordsman’s ear and neck slowing with fingers running up his spine. He arched higher as each bump was gradually traced, Zoro feeling tight arms steadily loosening the higher he went.
“Ah…ah..!”
Small noises escaped Sanji when a fingernail lightly scraped between his shoulder blades, Zoro being able to lean back enough now to observe the cook with a keen eye. When he reached up to his neck, the man’s dress shirt bunching up with a finger poking from the back of his collar, Sanji arched impossibly high - a blissful expression adorning his face.
Zoro pushed his finger into the back of his neck, adoring the broken moan from Sanji’s open mouth, before eventually pulling his arm away to let the other breathe.
Sanji collapsed onto the bed in heaving pants. His cheeks had turned a bright red, his eyes glazed over with rapture, and his golden locks stuck to his damp face in a dishevelled mess.
“So that’s how I get you off me” Zoro chuckled, drinking in the enticing sight of the cook under him.
He took the chance to finally rip his shirt and haramaki off over his head to throw them to the floor, quickly kicking his boots off along with the clothing. Sanji stared up at him as he did so, still breathing heavily while his eyes ran up and down a toned chest.
Slender hands moved to touch tanned skin, Zoro observing Sanji’s transfixed state as he ran his fingers over every bump and crevice of the defined torso. The swordsman held back a grunt when a single finger traced over the large scar embellishing his chest, gliding down further and further until stopping at the edge of black pants.
Suggestive blue eyes glanced up, Zoro’s own staring back sternly.
“Didn’t think you were into me” Zoro mused, Sanji huffing in return.
“Neither did I.”
Without breaking his gaze, Sanji steadily sat up, curling long fingers around a strong waist to hold Zoro still and gently kiss his abdomen. Enjoying the way skin twitched under his touch, he poked his tongue out to lick a long, flat line up under the swordsman’s navel, leaving another wet kiss with a satisfied hum.
Zoro groaned at those provocative baby blues leering at him, moving a hand to pat Sanji’s head and run fingers through golden hair. The soft touch had Sanji sighing in content while he nosed the man’s stomach, hands running down from his waist to clothed thighs and purposely kneading around the hardening bulge tenting the swordsman’s pants.
“Shit,” Zoro murmured, his rough fingers outlining a soft cheek and gently cupping Sanji’s jaw. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”
A shiver wracked through Sanji’s body, words he’d never thought he’d hear from his crewmate nearly making him whimper.
“That why you into blondes?” Sanji teased with a lewd smirk, receiving a vexing glare in return.
Zoro pushed the cook back down on the bed, leaning over him to snake his hand under Sanji’s now wrinkled shirt and caress over smooth skin.
“Stop saying that” he growled, Sanji gasping and arching into the touch.
His shaky hands quickly moved down to try and unbutton his shirt, the clothing stuffy against his skin and preventing him from feeling more of that intoxicating touch. But he couldn’t keep his grip, fingers slipping off a single button again and again to make Sanji whine.
“Shit, I-I can’t-!”
Zoro snarled loudly, gripping the dress shirt to furiously rip it apart and send buttons flying.
Any other time, that would’ve earned Zoro a kick in the head, but instead it made an aroused tingle tremble through Sanji’s entire being.
“Better?” the swordsman frowned, watching Sanji squirm around to yank the shirt off and throw it across the room.
“You’re a fucking brute.”
He practically moaned it out, pulling Zoro down for another heated kiss. Zoro graciously returned it, grunting at fingernails scraping up his back and strong legs winding around his torso.
The press of skin against skin was euphoric, Sanji touching anywhere he could on Zoro’s bare upper body and panting around the tongue licking into his mouth. A tanned hand sneaking between their bodies to run up Sanji’s heaving chest raised goosebumps on his skin, a wanton moan erupting from his throat when fingers scraped over a nipple.
It made the thighs wrapped around the swordsman tighten, Zoro wheezing at the sudden pressure on his ribs.
“God, fucking you is like wrestling a snake.”
“That is-” Sanji managed a glare while still panting, “that’s such an unsexy thing to say.”
He moaned again as his nipple was pinched, Zoro smirking above him.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Sanji attempted to scowl through his blushing face, the look quickly dissipating with a second hand moving to play with his other pink nub. He threw his head to the side and held the other tight, having to bite his lip to suppress the embarrassing noises threatening to jump out.
His attempts failed when Zoro slid down his body, licking his lips hungrily and latching them around a hardened nipple.
Sanji cried out, digging his fingers into green hair and jerking up at teeth playfully gnawing around the sensitive skin. A wet tongue kept flicking the tender nub again and again, the feeling having him release mewls of delight while pushing into the touch.
With Zoro’s mouth focusing on Sanji’s chest, fingers sweetly ran down his sides. The ticklish graze of fingernails along his ribs made his body jolt, his moans becoming longer and louder as they traced down to his hips.
When fingers stopped at the rim of his pants, rubbing circles into the skin just above them, Sanji whined desperately at the teasing.
“T-take them off!” he complained in exasperated breaths, wiggling around impatiently under the swordsman. “I need the- touch!”
Zoro released the pink nub still between his teeth with a teasing nip, glancing up for his lips to twist into a brazen smirk. Sanji twitched when a large hand grabbed one of his legs still encasing the swordsman, shivering as it leisurely glided up to his clothed thigh.
“Gonna need you to let me go then” Zoro soothed, revelling in the way such a simple motion made the man beneath him fall apart.
Sanji’s legs began quivering, going lax when his inner thigh was squeezed firmly. It made them fall from the swordsman’s back, hearing a deep chuckle above him and inhaling sharply when his neck was kissed.
“Kinda like you like this” Zoro breathed, unbuttoning Sanji’s pants all the while.
Sanji wanted to argue, but found his words caught in his throat as he gasped when his pants and underwear were pulled down together - his throbbing erection springing free to be met by the cool air.
The man above him groaned, shuffling down to pull the rest of his pants off and sitting still when every inch of pale skin was finally in view. Sanji could feel the ravenous eyes boring into him, setting his nerves on fire and flushing his chest red from feeling like prey before a beast.
The sudden silence turned Sanji squeamish, narrowing his eyes up at the unmoving swordsman with shallow breaths.
“What?”
Zoro blinked at the query, shaking himself out of his dumbfounded state when looking the blonde up and down.
“Nothing, just…” he muttered, leaning forward to cage Sanji between his arms. “Nothing.”
Soft lips took Sanji’s in a pleasant kiss, Zoro humming with each faint smacking sound as he pressed peck after peck against the cook. The kiss was more passive than their others, possessing the same amount of passion with less of the desperation.
It was sickeningly sweet, holding a tenderness Sanji didn’t know the swordsman had.
When he wrapped his arms around strong shoulders, Zoro’s own circled his waist to gently grasp him and turn them on their sides. The position allowed Sanji to slide his leg over the man’s hip, pulling them closer together and groaning as their lower bodies rubbed together.
Their kisses were becoming libidinous, pressing wet lips together for longer periods of time to make them both sigh. Sanji gasped when a rough palm slid over his naked thigh, drifting back and forth on goosebump spotted skin to make him whimper.
“So sensitive” Zoro smiled against his lips, teasingly moving fingers further up and around to graze against a round cheek.
Sanji shuddered, rutting forward to feel the swordsman’s hardening bulge beneath his pants.
“Get rid of these already” he whispered with a scowl, tugging at the offensive clothing between them.
Zoro didn’t need to be told twice, letting the cook go for a short moment to writhe around and pull his pants off. The second he managed to drop them to the floor, Sanji pulled him back in to squeeze his legs around him and press more kisses against compliant lips.
When the swordsman’s eager hand curled back around a thin waist, it moved further down to avidly grab a handful of soft flesh. The action had Sanji moaning and rolling his hips forwards, their bare erections rubbing against each other and forcing a groan from both men.
“Shit” Zoro huffed as he moved to mouth the other’s neck, pulling Sanji closer with a tight grip on his ass to rub their bodies together. “Been wanting to touch you so bad.”
The words were barely heard, Sanji’s head being too much of a melting mess to really register it. He was too focused on the fingers climbing up his body, curving around his side and up his chest to stop at his mouth. An insistent push made him part his lips, the digits immediately meeting his tongue as he sucked them heartily.
He could only enjoy the feeling for a short while, a string of saliva connecting them when being pulled from his drooling mouth. The arm under his body held him closer when that hand moved down, pressing their bodies flush together to elicit a light groan.
Without warning, Sanji suddenly felt a finger circling his twitching rim, his eyes going wide at the unfamiliar sensation. He choked out a breath when it slowly pushed in, being kept still by lips on his neck and a strong arm holding him tight.
“Zoro… nn!” Sanji stammered, being hushed by the swordsman with a kiss to his jaw.
He could feel the digit wiggling around inside him, the sensation weird but oddly pleasurable. A drawn out whine escaped him when a second finger entered, scissoring slightly to stretch him and rub against his walls.
After deciding he’d softened up enough, Zoro slowly slipped in a third finger, Sanji biting his lip with heavy breaths to accommodate the intrusion.
“You alright?” the swordsman whispered into his skin, the question catching Sanji off guard with how sweet it was.
He answered with a shaky nod, keeping himself wrapped around the other while being gently fingered. It felt good, in a strange way, and he grunted along with Zoro as they rubbed their fronts together.
It was when those fingers went knuckle deep, twisting around to curiously curl, that something inside Sanji was hit to make him yell.
“Hah! Ah?!”
He gripped Zoro tighter, blue eyes blown wide, and felt lips smirk on his skin before that spot was pushed into again.
Sanji wanted to tell Zoro to wait; feeling like he needed to collect himself, but found he could only produce moans and cries when fingers started shoving into him at a steadily increasing speed.
A rumbling purr vibrated through the swordsman’s chest, the man pressing ruthlessly into that sensitive bump and biting into Sanji’s neck at the same time. The intense sensation made his iron thighs squeeze harshly around Zoro’s torso, clinging onto the man for dear life as he screamed.
Zoro chuckled breathlessly after licking along the freshly made mark, those long legs crushing him with every thrust of his fingers.
"Fuck, hold off on the squeezing, would you?"
"C-can't! It - nnah!"
Sanji dug his face into Zoro’s shoulder with a cry, his body convulsing and toes curling when a sudden fourth finger hammered its way in. The stretch was becoming more and more pleasurable with every slide, and he could feel himself drooling when feeling that it just wasn’t enough.
“Just- please!” he begged, his mind foggy with heat and his body aching in desire. “Put it - hah! - in!”
He drew out the last word with a long whine, feeling an excited shudder wrack the swordsman’s body at his plea.
The fingers in him were enthusiastically pulled out, Sanji groaning at the now unbearable emptiness. Zoro quickly rubbed himself before pulling the leg around him further up, shuffling around to line himself up with Sanji’s twitching hole.
“Wait, d-don’t you need to- mmh! ” Sanji tried to speak, flinching at feeling the tip of the swordsman’s cock slide around his rim.
“Don’t need to” Zoro exhaled shakily, squeezing the cook’s ass hard as he began to nudge in, “already wet enough.”
For whatever reason, that sent a jolt of arousal up Sanji’s spine - the blonde releasing a broken cry when Zoro slowly slid into him.
It was bigger than Sanji expected, the tip alone a burning stretch when pushing in, but the way it rubbed against his walls drowned out any possible pain. Noticing the lack of complaints, Zoro continued to glide in, smoothly settling into the inviting warmth and grunting at the way the cook trembled around him.
They both let out a breath when Zoro was completely enveloped, shaky hands gripping sweaty skin while they sat still. Sanji willed himself to breathe, adjusting to the size and the sensation of being completely full.
Soon enough, his body began to yearn for more, and he sighed against the swordsman’s neck.
“You can…move.”
Zoro didn’t, the man shaking and holding Sanji tight. Thinking he hadn’t heard him, he swallowed to speak again.
“Zoro, you can-”
“Wait,” the swordsman spoke, his grip white knuckled against a slim waist. “I need to- hah- dammit!”
Sanji could feel the already ridiculously hard member growing bigger inside him, whimpering as he involuntarily clenched around it. Zoro groaned loudly, cursing under his breath and digging his nose into the cook’s damp neck.
“Fucking- move!” Sanji complained with a desperate whine, clenching his fist to half-heartedly punch the swordsman's back.
Zoro still refused, trying to collect himself with shaky gasps. So, with his teeth angrily clenched together, Sanji took it upon himself to pull his hips up and drop them back down.
They both groaned at the much needed friction, but before Sanji could do it again, he was quickly stopped by a hand twisting into his hair and pulling his head back.
“Can’t you fucking wait?!” Zoro growled hotly, his face a burning red and eyes glazed over in lust.
Sanji scowled back, purposely squeezing around the swordsman inside him and delighting in the strained grunt.
“I’m telling you to fuck me!” he spat, yelping when his hair was pulled tighter.
Zoro heaved a few more shallow breaths, glaring at the blonde in front of him before clicking his tongue in defeat.
“You’re so annoying!”
Even with his jeering words, the swordsman moved his hips to slide his cock from Sanji’s hole. He left only the tip in before harshly jerking upwards, slamming deep inside the other and hitting that magical spot directly.
A scream broke through the room, Sanji’s eyes blown wide and body quaking when a fire ran up his skin. He cried out with a second aggressive thrust, his hair being let go for him to curl back around the swordsman and moan into his ear.
Zoro’s pace quickly started picking up, gripping the thigh curled around him as he pounded into the twitching cavern with fervor. Sanji gasped with every thrust; nails scratching down a tanned back as his insides were being scrambled.
He could feel his neck being kissed and licked through the lustful haze, mewling at the sensitive skin there being nipped while his dripping erection rubbed against hard abs. His face pressing into Zoro’s shoulder meant the man’s scent was invading his senses, the smell of sweat and sex and the swordsman turning him crazed.
A desire to taste overwhelmed him, sticking his tongue out to lick a long stripe up tanned skin; Zoro groaning appreciatively while Sanji panted from the man’s salty musk.
It was becoming too much.
His body was crying out in pleasure from all ends.
His head was turning into a lewd goop.
His nerves were sending shock after shock up his skin.
It was all becoming too much.
Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes as he shrieked when that spot inside was slammed into again, feeling arms squeeze him tighter to lift him slightly and pound in deeper.
“Wait- wait!” he tried to yell out, being cut off by a sharp moan when being thrusted into.
“Not fucking waiting now” Zoro growled deeply, his movements becoming sporadic when flipping them over to have Sanji crying out under him.
The new position allowed for him to hit deeper, Sanji clutching onto the swordsman so tight his hips were raised from the bed - rolling into each animalistic thrust with his head thrown back.
Zoro slammed in hard enough to make the sound of skin slapping against skin echo around the room, Sanji feeling so full every time that girthy cock pushed to the base - his eyes rolling to the back of his head in ecstasy.
“Fuck, I can’t - ugh - Sanji!”
The sound of his name on Zoro’s lips was enough to make him moan, gripping strong biceps and digging fingernails into tough skin as that bubbling sensation started to build in his gut.
“Zoro, I’m- ah!”
He’d become completely incoherent, babbling pointless words and wailing in pleasure from being completely used. Thankfully, Zoro didn’t need to be told. He wrapped his arms around the blonde beneath him to hold their bodies together, thrusting with all the energy he had left.
It took one more hit to that sensitive spot to have Sanji screaming, nearly tearing Zoro’s skin when he shook at the force of his orgasm. The swordsman immediately followed, biting into Sanji’s neck and growling loudly while emptying himself inside.
The feeling of being filled had Sanji’s eyelids fluttering, his toes curling until every last drop had been milked from the twitching cock buried in him.
Both men laid together in a sweaty mess, limbs tangled and chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath. The afterglow was euphoric in itself, a satisfied tingle pricking at Sanji’s skin, but the atmosphere was threatened when the man above him spoke.
“...cook” he tried to start, being met with a sigh from the blonde.
Sanji turned his head to kiss the swordsman’s jaw, Zoro slightly leaning up to reveal his stupid face blinking down at the cook in bewilderment.
“No talking,” Sanji mumbled, cupping the man’s cheek and encouraging him to move down, “deal with it later.”
They both sighed as their lips pressed together, Zoro giving into the soft kiss and running his hands through golden locks.
Hands caressed smooth skin and legs tangled together through the rest of the night, only going still once heavy eyelids dropped closed. Sanji would never admit it, but that night in the swordsman’s arms comforted him like no other.
…
The morning after, predictably, was awkward.
They both sat either side of the bed, Zoro awkwardly pulling his pants up while Sanji slipped on his shirt. He didn’t button it up though - he couldn't, with all the buttons lying somewhere around the room - leaving it loose as he sat still to process the events of the previous night.
The recollection had his face blushing red.
“That was…so embarrassing” he whined quietly, holding his hand to his face in shame.
The swordsman behind him cleared his throat, slightly glancing over his shoulder to chance a look at the other. He quickly realised it was a bad idea upon seeing all the bites and bruises painting the man’s pale neck, the sight turning his body hot.
“Look, cook…” he tried to force the words out, but was met with a loud sigh.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything” Sanji reassured, missing the way Zoro flinched behind him. “You can just check me off as another blonde you managed to bag.”
Zoro made a baffled noise at that, the man jumping from the bed and frowning when turning towards the other. “Will you stop saying that?”
Sanji’s brow furrowed as he twisted around, at a loss for why the swordsman was so upset.
“You can have a type, you know. I don’t care what you’re into.”
Zoro’s expression twisted into a perplexed one, yelling out “But I don’t have a type!”
“I’ve watched you go after nothing but blondes,” Sanji rolled his eyes, sighing while he fell back onto the bed, “I don’t know why you’re so insistent on denying it.”
“That’s not-!” Zoro tried to reason, stopping himself with wide eyes.
The swordsman scowled and scratched his scalp, Sanji watching him from his upside down position with a bemused look. For whatever reason, the brute was thinking hard, and he tilted his head slightly when Zoro paused to huff in frustration.
“Whatever, who cares,” he fumed loudly, glaring down at the cook who was still watching him, “I might as well tell you.”
Sanji blinked, “Tell me what?”
Zoro huffed again, clearly trying to figure out how to word what he wanted to say.
“It’s not that…they’re blonde” he grumbled, unable to make eye contact with the cook, “it’s that you’re blonde.”
The room went still, Sanji trying to understand what had just been thrown at him.
“Huh?”
“I thought I wouldn't have a chance,” Zoro confessed, now rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
Sanji immediately sat up, blinking one too many times as he kept his back to the swordsman.
It sounded like a joke, or a weird dream; the urge to pinch himself a strong one.
“So you…?” he inquired, Zoro grunting behind him.
“Yeah.”
“And…” Sanji swallowed, his thoughts a mess, “...me?”
Zoro’s face flushed a deep red, “Yes.”
Right.
That was a possibility Sanji hadn’t considered.
But who the hell would’ve guessed that?
Sanji bolted up on his feet, the sudden action startling Zoro and making him jump. They both stayed quiet, the two of them stumped with neither knowing what to say - an uncomfortable air floating around the room.
Zoro jumped again when Sanji spoke.
“I’m…going to have a bath” he announced, stiffly walking across the room without looking back.
Zoro watched him with a dejected face, angrily scowling at himself as he moved to pick up the rest of his clothes. But he stopped when Sanji spoke again, the man standing just outside the bathroom door.
“You can…join, if you want.”
The cook’s ears were a burning red, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, and he gave the swordsman a quick, coy glance over his shoulder before vanishing behind the door.
Zoro nearly tripped over himself as he bolted across the room to vanish with him.