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Sanji licks his lips, eyeing the glass the woman who walks towards him holds, a smile on her face that makes her look like the most beautiful thing Sanji has ever seen— Nami and Robin excluded, of course. The liquid inside the glass is pitch black, even darker than the cola Franky drinks and uses for his things, and, as the lady gets closer, Sanji can smell it. It's earthy, strong, and can potentially knock him out if he's not careful.
The locals of that island had warned him and the other Strawhats about it, about their traditional drink for celebrations such as these. It's a psychedelic drink made with local mushrooms, used to make everyone a little looser and happier to enjoy the festivities at full. Or so the leader of the island said. The trick is that you can only take a few sips of it, unless you want to fully get knocked out cold, dreaming with the widest thing a man can imagine, which Sanji would rather not.
The woman stops in front of him, smiling invitingly, and he wonders if she wouldn't like to share the moment with him. He's heard the drug tends to make people a little looser sexually as well, and the woman is a lovely brunette with big black eyes and a sweet smile that would most likely look lovely in his arms, but his thoughts are cut short when she offers him the cup.
He tries to take it, and she pulls it away, Sanji's eyebrows shooting up, until she raises it a little more, like she's going to feed the drink to him. His heart beats faster, trying his best not to cry at the thought of such a beautiful lady being the one putting the cup to his mouth, when he sees Zoro with the corner of his eyes already taking a drink. He looks over, seeing how the mosshead cleans his mouth with the back of his hand as the man who gave Zoro his fill walks away with a smile. There's nothing different about him yet, and Sanji doesn't know why he thought there would be, but he still searches for something, to see how Zoro will react to the drug.
One by one, the Strawhats take their sips— all but Chopper, who had asked to stay sober in case anything happened to any of them. The locals are horrified when Luffy steals and drinks the whole cup. Sanji already knows it was a great idea to have kept Chopper sober.
“Blackleg?” A voice calls, and Sanji turns his head to look at the woman again, seeing how she looks at him, expectant. The cup is still in her hands, ready for him. Right.
“Sorry,” he mutters, seeing how she smiles again. Oh, how he wishes she'll be with him when the drug hits. “I'm ready now, my lovely.”
She nods, raising the cup again, the cold rim touching his lips before the liquid does. He takes a sip, the earthiness of it reaching his tongue, and although it's not unpleasant, it's not good either— earthy but awfully sweet. Chopper would've loved the taste probably; Zoro must've hated it.
He lets it fill his mouth and swallows it down, repeating it a second time. The woman takes it away almost immediately when she notices, careful not to give him too much. How thoughtful of her!
“It'll start soon,” she says. “And then the party really starts.”
“And is there any chance a lady as beautiful as you would like to enjoy it with me?”
She gives him a look, eyes moving up and down his body before her cheeks flush. He watches happily as she takes the cup to her own lips and takes her own fill of the drug, licking her lips right after. Dark eyes look up at him, and Sanji knows the night will be fun when she says, “There's a quiet place opposite to the food stands. I'll wait for you there.”
Sanji can hardly wait.
Everything feels a little colder, and more than ever Sanji wishes for another body to warm him up, a constant buzzing want bothering him just under his skin. The world is a little brighter than it should be for nighttime, and everything's too noisy, and where the fuck is the quiet place opposite to the food stands where that lovely girl is waiting for him at?
People are celebrating around him, and although he smiles a lot and chuckles at people being silly or just acting crazy on the streets, others just resting with high smiles on their faces, he'd rather be having a private moment with a beautiful lady instead. He quietly thinks how the drug seems to be affecting his already high libido to make him crave sex more than ever— people around him look at him, and so he thinks again how it makes him grumble his thoughts out loud until he finally stops trying to think anything as people really look .
He takes a turn, spotting an alley nearby that looks quiet enough, and when he looks around, it seems to be opposite to the food stands. It must be this! His lady should be waiting for him there. He goes in with a smile, expecting to see dark hair and a lovely smile back, but it dies down when he spots green hair that can only belong to one person.
Of all the people for Sanji to find…
Zoro is leaning against the alley wall, a little slouched and with his eye closed, like he's resting. His robe is askew, falling down one shoulder, brown skin illuminated by the poor lighting of the alley. He doesn't look well, if Sanji's honest, and although he wants to turn around and leave Zoro to deal with whatever he's going through alone, he knows he should take him to Chopper if something's wrong. The reindeer would kill him if he didn't.
“Oi, Marimo,” he calls, seeing how Zoro becomes a little more alert, his eye opening a bit. He looks a little out of it, and it makes Sanji wonder how he looks right now. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Ah?” Zoro questions, turning his face to him and frowning, already annoyed even if Sanji has only asked him a very fair question. “What did I do now, shit-cook?”
“No, you moron, I just mean— You look like shit right now.”
“You too.”
“Fuck you,” Sanji rasps out, pouting right after. He's trying to be a good crewmate, for fucks sake. “Do I need to take you to Chopper?”
“You should go to Chopper.”
“I give up,” Sanji throws his hands up, shaking his head. The world shakes with it. “Just die there, see if I care. I'm gonna have sex.”
He turns to leave, because he's not going to spend his night dealing with this, when Zoro calls out to him with an almost desperate, “Wait!”
Sanji turns his head to look back, looking at Zoro again. As he does it now, he can see how the man's flushed, how his pupil is dilated thanks to the drug and the way he's actually leaning against the wall for support, like he can't properly stand. Sanji himself is swaying a little, the drug fucking up with his balance, but something about Zoro's state seems to be worse. Did the idiot drink too much?
“I—” Zoro starts, although he stops immediately and closes his mouth like speaking is a hard task.
“Spit it out or I'm leaving,” Sanji threatens, seeing how Zoro grunts.
“I may have— taken too much of the drug,” Zoro grumbles, and Sanji sighs. Of course. Luffy is out cold for what he knows after drinking the whole cup. Just how much has Zoro had? “I think I need Chopper…”
Sanji sighs again, thinking quietly how Zoro is a nuisance and how that beautiful lady will probably think he left her standing because he'll need to take the Moss to their doctor. Zoro gives him an ugly look after that.
“If you don't want to help then fine, Cook. I can find Chopper myself.”
He may have said it out loud, then.
Sanji watches as Zoro moves, ready to do good on his words of going by himself, when his legs seem to falter. Despite the fucked up balance, Sanji still manages to walk fast enough to stop the mosshead from falling, grabbing him with a huff as his weight settles on him. Zoro lets out a sound that Sanji can only describe as whine as he holds Sanji back, probably feeling his world spinning. Maybe it's the drug, but the sound makes goosebumps rise on Sanji's skin.
“I shouldn't have…” He trails off, his voice only a grunt as he seems to use Sanji as his support now instead of the wall. “I feel out of control.”
“Who's the lightweight now?” Sanji snickers, hearing Zoro huff, unable to fight Sanji on this. “Chopper is here somewhere, I'm gonna—”
He stops, unable to say anything as he feels Zoro's hands moving to hold his hips, Zoro's face now buried against Sanji's neck as he takes a deep breath, the air coming out of his mouth in a shaky exhale. The hairs on his arms stand, his heart beating faster, the world spinning a little at the feeling of another body so close. Everything seems blurry enough for him to ignore the fact that it's a man there, that it's Zoro, and it takes a lot for him to get himself together.
It's all for nothing when Zoro licks the side of his neck, a moan leaving the swordsman's lips, making Sanji suck the air through his teeth.
He moves without thinking, pushing Zoro against the wall as the other man huffs, their faces far too close now as he looks back at Zoro's lone eye. He's not gentle with it, not really, although he can't tell if it's because he's mad or for something else.
“The fuck was that?”
“I didn't— I wasn't—” Zoro stops, like he can't really think right now, his nose scrunching up in annoyance before he my mutters, “Fuck you.”
Sanji doesn't expect him to move forward, to try and kiss him right after, but he's fast enough to stop Zoro with a rough push that makes the swordsman huff again, air knocked out of his lungs as his head hits the wall behind him with a thump. He wants to ask him what's wrong with him, question what the fuck he's doing, fight him in any way about this, but he can tell Zoro is barely in control of anything he's doing. He's one to know, considering how impulsive he is as he moves forward quickly himself and kisses Zoro instead.
That buzzing want under his skin feels a little tamer now that he's pressing his body against Zoro's, one hand moving to hold Zoro's jaw, pressing his fingers against the sides of it to force Zoro's mouth open, until he's able to push his tongue between those lips and taste the swordsman's mouth, feeling how he moans against the kiss. It's okay if it's not a beautiful lady for now, Zoro's mouth tastes just as good, and his body is just as warm— he just needs a body, that's all.
A quiet moan escapes his lips as he presses his crotch to Zoro's, his hardening cock pressing against the growing bulge on the swordsman's pants and giving him just enough friction to bring him pleasure. He thrusts forward again, slowing the kiss down as he sets a slow and languid pace with his hips, hearing the little sounds that come from Zoro. One of his hands move to hold Zoro's hip, the other still holding Zoro's jaw, just less harshly now that Zoro parts his lips willingly, and a shudder runs through his body at the thought of fucking him just like this. It's not surprising when he's fully hard in no time.
He parts the kiss after a while, panting as he moves his face back a bit to be able to look at Zoro, seeing how his eye is closed shut, lips shiny with spit and parted as he breathes through them, flushed so red it's a little worrying. Sanji likes it, there's something about seeing how much pleasure he brings the swordsman at that moment that makes him preen, his hips pressing a little harder against Zoro's and making him hiss.
“Fuck, Moss,” Sanji says, his voice rough, sounding a little distant as the world seems a little more blurry now. “If you look like this while I grind against you, I can only imagine what you look like with a cock up your ass.”
Zoro moans, throwing his head back, and Sanji laughs, the sound reverberating around the place— or inside his own head, it's hard to know.
“Have you been fucked before? Would I be your first?” Sanji continues, the hand that holds Zoro's jaw moving to grab his hair, pulling it a little. “I bet you're tight. Bet you would like how my cock would open you up, hm?”
Zoro curses under his breath, his eye opening again, and Sanji moans as he watches the want burning inside of it. He wants Sanji inside of him, Sanji can see it, and it makes him burn. He pulls Zoro's hair, hearing how he whines at the sting, gritting his teeth as he keeps his hips moving.
“You want that, Mossy? I won't stop once I start.”
“Do your worst.”
Sanji grins, probably a little more manic than he should've, and with a laugh he moves Zoro around with little to no care as he gets him to face the wall, pressing his front to the swordsman's back. He grinds against Zoro's ass, plump and soft enough despite the hard muscle underneath, and it's hard not to moan as he finds the perfect position so his erection fits between his cheeks, rutting against him in a frenzy.
“God— Fuck!” Sanji moans, his hands moving around Zoro's body until one settles against Zoro's throat and the other is pressed against his cock, making the other man moan as well. “I want to fuck your tight pussy so bad. Make you my— ah— my girl, right, Marimo?”
“No,” Zoro mutters, and it sounds like a whine. Sanji smiles at it as he thrusts harder, feeling how the swordsman moves to push back against Sanji's cock and his hand as well.
“Yes,” Sanji hisses, squeezing Zoro's throat a little and hearing the moan that escapes his lips at it, a full-bodied shudder coursing through him. “I wanna get you underneath me and spread your legs to fuck your tight pussy like I do with my girls. Don't worry, I'd let you play with your clit…”
He presses the heel of his hand against Zoro's cock a bit harder, Zoro's forehead hitting the wall as he keeps moaning, his hips moving faster now, following Sanji's movements easily. It all feels too fast, too blurry, but the pleasure is insane— Sanji doesn't think he's ever felt like this before, the intensity of it almost too much. He barely has the mind to push Zoro's pants down as well as his own to get inside the other man, already pleased with the dry humping against the man's backside as it is.
“Are you going to come around my cock, Moss? Would you let me breed your cunt? Fuck, I want to come inside your pussy so bad,” Sanji moans, feeling closer with each thrust of his hips, Zoro's panting breaths getting louder, too close to the edge as well. “Good girls get their pussies bred.”
He watches in awe as Zoro comes, his body tensing up as his lips open in a silent scream, his hips stuttering as the front of his pants get wet with his spent, dragging out his pleasure against Sanji's palm. With a grunt, Sanji pushes Zoro roughly, until he's fully pressed against the wall, Sanji's hips moving frantically as he reaches for his orgasm, the feeling building up quickly at the pit of his stomach.
He comes with a loud groan, grabbing Zoro's hips tightly with both hands as he grinds against his ass, his cock pulsing as he feels his come making a mess of his underwear. Part of him feels the bliss of the orgasm, while the other part mourns that his spent was wasted on his own pants instead of inside Zoro's pussy.
Or ass— fuck it, he can't really think right now.
He slumps forward, breathing heavily together with Zoro as they both come down from their high. He thinks about saying something, or about just leaving to find that lady to make sure she doesn't think he stood her up— something just came up on his way to her— but stops as soon as Zoro moves first to kneel on the ground, standing in all fours out of a sudden, right before throwing up everything he had in his stomach right there.
Whatever desire he had felt goes away then and there, and he just sighs as he realizes he needs to find Chopper now, before the marimo gets worse. He just hopes the doctor doesn't notice the drying come on their pants.
Sanji is not nervous. He just isn't, doesn't matter what it looks like. He eyes the island in the distance, getting farther and farther away as they go— Luffy had finally woken up after two days passed out, and although he had been sad he had missed the party, the captain's eager to move on and continue their journey, having rested more than enough, and so they take to the sea again.
His eyes move, looking up at the crow's nest, knowing Zoro's up there.
They haven't talked about the thing that happened on the island two days ago, and Sanji would've been happy to not talk about it and to pretend nothing happened, if it wasn't for the mosshead's sudden need to ignore him. That just won't do.
With a deep breath, he climbs up to the crow's nest, ready to corner Zoro and have a conversation to stop that cold treatment so they could go back to fighting again— it takes the edge off and it's good training, as much as he hates to admit it. Whatever it takes, he guesses.
He opens the latch, ready to call for Zoro's name— or the name he's given to Zoro, at least— when he stops dead in his tracks at the sight that greets him. Of all the things he expected to see when getting into the crow's nest, Zoro with his face down and ass up, with two fingers already working his hole was the last thing he had expected. Honestly, he hadn't expected that at all.
Their gazes meet, Zoro's eye clouded and his lips parted, a flush spreading all over his face.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Sanji asks, a little out of breath, the fantasies he had while drugged and rutting against Zoro coming back at full force, blood running down his nose.
“Opening my pussy for you,” Zoro grunts out, making the next breath Sanji takes be a shaky one.
As he fully finishes climbing up into the room, he knows there'll be no talking involved in what they'll be doing that night.