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It was late; too late for you to reasonably awake, but your body had other plans for you tonight. You’d been tossing and turning for well over an hour now, and the only reprieve you could imagine was a quick walk to the upper deck of the ship. Maybe the dark waves and multitude of stars would put you at ease enough that you could comfortably walk back and fall asleep. That’s what you hoped, at least, as you sighed and swung your legs over the edge of the bed to begin your walk.
As you began your stroll down the corridor from your room, you couldn’t help but look briefly at the rooms you passed. Everyone was asleep at this hour usually, and the darkness confirmed that as well as the faint snores you heard drifting down the hall. You were happy to have this moment alone from the normally loud, chaotic ship activity. Days had seemed longer now that the crew had been at sea for so long; everybody was feeling a little stir crazy, and you were pretty sure that if you all didn’t get off the ship soon, somebody was going to be thrown overboard.
Your thoughts of a distant day of peace were halted abruptly when, as you went to turn the corner and head towards the upper deck, you heard someone call out your name; it was faint, but you were sure you had heard it coming from somewhere. You looked around to find the culprit, expecting that you’d been found wandering the hallway by one of your crewmates, but there was nobody in sight.
As you toyed with the idea of some sort of haunting on the ship or perhaps some vengeful ocean spirit, you heard it again. Now that you were alert and looking for the noise, it was clear where the origin of it was- a tiny sliver of light at the very end of the hallway that you knew was the door to Sanji’s room. Curiosity got the better of you, and you changed your course to slowly approach his room and find out what it was that was causing him to call out to you. A nightmare maybe, or some sort of strange dream? But if Sanji was sleeping, why was there a light coming from the small window in his door…?
There were no further loud sounds as you finally arrived at your destination, vicious curiosity eating away at you from the inside out as you stood up a little taller and peered through the gap in the small curtain only barely covering his window. And oh, what a sight . You’d never have imagined to find the ship’s cook so dutifully fucking his own hand while the other gripped a piece of fabric for dear life, occasionally being brought up to his face where he seemed to practically inhale the garment like it was his last breath. When he held it to his face, you noticed his little thrusts get more frantic, and you even heard it for just a moment: a little whine as his slick cock fucked past his fingers like his life depended on it.
You were stunned for a moment; you’d totally forgotten everything, even your own name that had brought you here in the first place. It was wrong in every way to watch Sanji in such an intimate moment, and you knew that, but your body and eyes were frozen to the spot as you watched him on full display, naked and vulnerable, chasing his own high when he probably assumed everybody was asleep.
Suddenly and in a rush, your memories and thoughts returned. You remembered everything so clearly now: Sanji must have said your name only just loud enough for you to pick up through his door, and while it didn’t make sense at first, you remembered other things that assembled one larger picture. You thought back to all those times where you and him playfully flirted, always assuming that it was just a joke between you and nothing more; you were gay, sure, but Sanji wasn’t. In your mind, it had been playful and slightly wishful banter between friends and colleagues, but you knew there was nothing else there. Except now, eyes locked onto Sanji while he fisted his aching cock and presumably had thought about you, you began to wonder if that was ever true.
And even harder than before, the realization hit as to what Sanji was holding. A shudder ran down your spine and heat pooled in your core as you remembered the recent, albeit rare, disappearance of a few of your clothing items. It wasn’t a concern of yours initially because the ship had a lot of men with fairly similar styles, and everybody pretty much did their laundry at the same time. You’ve all had clothes get mixed up before, and you personally had been a victim of Luffy stealing some of your shirts because, in his words, “They’re better than mine!” You just assumed it was an honest mishap and the underwear you’d lost would be returned eventually or at least replaced like before.
But now in the dim light coming from Sanji’s room, you realized that was a naive fantasy- the real situation was clear in front of you. Even though you thought it was merely a facade, it was clear that the perverted cook was just that: a pervert. He’d been stealing your underwear for who knows how long and using it to get off with. You notice now that his actions are more frantic as he moans more frequently and precum gathers at the head of his cock with each movement of his hips into his willing hand. You watch as Sanji yet again brings your boxers up to his nose and inhales, this time letting out a clear utterance of your name, said like a prayer as he continues his thrusts, chasing his quickly approaching high.
You ignore the thoughts in your head begging you to watch as he cums, hoping he says your name just one more time while he shoots his load onto his wonderfully chiseled frame, and opt instead to quickly turn around and head back to your room. Your mind is swimming and overwhelmed with thoughts of disgust, intrigue, and, in an unexpected turn of events, need . Your body needs Sanji now more than ever. Every night you spent with your fingers on your clit guiltily thinking about the cook and regretting what you thought was your perverted little fantasies suddenly seemed to come rushing into the forefront of your mind. You were almost angry that it took this long for you to learn about his desire; you longed for him far before this, and apparently, he did too.
As you make it back to your room and close the door behind you, you can’t help but let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Your mind was clouded with so many different thoughts, but you knew one thing to be certain: you had to confront him about this somehow. You had to corner him, alone, and confirm what you now knew. You needed him to say it, and, maybe even as a punishment, beg you for what he wanted… what you both wanted.
You collapsed onto your bed for the night, and as sleep seemed to finally creep into your previously insomnia-riddled mind, you decided that the next time the ship docked, then would be your time to strike. And as you finally calmed enough to actually feel just how worked up you’d gotten from Sanji’s display, you really hoped that time would be soon.