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The Thousand Sunny bobs gently on the calm, moonlit sea, the last traces of the sun fading into a deep orange glow on the horizon. The air is warm, carrying the mouth-watering scent of sizzling meat from the barbecue set up on the ship's deck. Luffy stands by the grill, eyes gleaming with excitement as he flips a massive slab of meat, licking his lips in anticipation. Sanji is close by, expertly seasoning a platter of fresh seafood while grumbling at Luffy to stop trying to steal bites. Plates of roasted vegetables, grilled fish, and skewered fruits are scattered across the table, alongside tankards of frothy ale, juice, and sake.
Nami and Robin are lounging near the railing, drinks in hand, laughing at something Usopp just said, while Brook strums a lively tune on his violin. Franky and Chopper are in the middle of a hilarious dance-off, drawing giggles from everyone as they take turns striking ridiculous poses. Zoro sits off to the side with his swords leaned against the wall, sipping slowly from a bottle of sake, but there's a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he watches the scene unfold. Nearby, Jinbe is leaning against the mast, quietly enjoying a shop pf beer, his deep, rumbling laugh joining in whenever a joke or playful jab catches him off guard. The crew is a whirlwind of laughter, stories, and playful teasing, the night just beginning. Above, the stars twinkle softly, and the sound of clinking glasses, music, and joyful banter fills the air, blending perfectly with the rhythmic lapping of waves against the Sunny’s hull. This is a moment of pure happiness — where the world feels vast and full of possibilities, and for tonight, they’re all together, carefree, and utterly content.
As the night deepens, the atmosphere only grows more lively. Luffy finally snatches a piece of grilled meat from the table, chomping down with a satisfied grin, much to Sanji’s exasperation. "Oi, I wasn’t done with that!" the cook barks, though a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he watches Luffy devour his food with his usual unrestrained joy.
Nami and Robin clink their glasses together, sharing a quiet moment between sips, while Usopp, now animated and full of energy, stands on a barrel reenacting one of his “legendary” battles. His exaggerated tale draws a chorus of laughter, even from Zoro, whose quiet chuckles rise to match the others as Usopp spins wild exaggerations of his heroics. Brook shifts his tune to match Usopp’s performance, his violin following the rhythm of the story as if adding a soundtrack to the tall tale.
Franky finishes his dance-off with a dramatic “SUPER!” pose, striking it in front of Chopper, who tumbles over laughing. The little reindeer tries to copy the move, stumbling slightly, and drawing even more giggles from the crew.
Jinbe, always composed, watches over the scene with a warm, content expression, his wide shoulders relaxed as he takes another sip from his mug. “You lot really know how to celebrate,” he says, his voice a deep rumble of affection, though it’s clear he feels right at home among this crew of misfits.
The stars above seem brighter, as if joining the festivities themselves, while the gentle breeze carries the sound of Brook's violin and the crew’s laughter out over the calm ocean. The world feels distant, but in this moment, none of them care. Together, on the open sea, the Straw Hats share a night of joy, a fleeting moment of peace amidst the storms that lay ahead. And for now, that’s all they need. As the evening wears on, the laughter begins to mellow, turning into softer, more reflective conversations. The crew, gathered around the table with full bellies and warm drinks, starts to share stories from before they all came together—before they were the Straw Hat Pirates.
Nami leans back in her chair, her eyes gazing up at the stars. “You know,” she begins, her voice soft but thoughtful, “I never imagined I’d be out here like this, sailing freely with no worries.” She takes a sip from her drink, a bittersweet smile on her face. “There was a time when all I cared about was freeing my village, and now here I am...”
Robin nods in agreement, her calm demeanor holding a flicker of sentimentality. “It’s strange, isn’t it? How life changes. For so long, I thought I’d never have a place where I belonged.” Her voice is quiet, but there’s a warmth in it that wasn’t there when she first joined the crew. “It wasn’t until I met all of you that I understood what it felt like to trust again.”
Usopp, still grinning from his earlier performance, suddenly turns serious. “Before I joined, I thought being a pirate meant sailing off alone, being strong enough to never need anyone.” He chuckles softly, almost sheepishly. “But Kaya... my village... I never wanted to admit how much I missed them at first. I was always too scared to let anyone see that.”
Franky, now reclining with a massive mug in hand, looks out at the horizon. “Back when I was running my shipyard, I thought that was all I needed—a purpose, a goal.” His sunglasses reflect the soft moonlight, but the tone of his voice is unusually calm. “I never imagined building a ship for people who’d become my family. Now, the Thousand Sunny... it feels like she’s got a piece of all of us in her.”
Even Brook, usually the life of the party, gets caught in the wave of nostalgia. He gently cradles his violin and says in a softer tone, “Before I met Luffy, I was nothing but a lonely skeleton, floating endlessly in the fog. But I never forgot my promise... to Laboon, to my old crew. And now I have another family, one I didn’t think I’d ever find again.”
Chopper, sitting beside Franky, chimes in with wide eyes, his voice innocent but filled with emotion. “When I was still in Drum Kingdom, I thought I didn’t belong anywhere. I was just... a monster, right? But now... I have you guys.” He sniffles a little, his tiny hands clutching a cup of juice, his face breaking into a small smile.
Jinbe listens silently at first, the seasoned warrior holding his tea cup with a steady hand. When he finally speaks, his deep voice rumbles across the quiet deck. “For so long, I believed my only duty was to protect Fish-Man Island, and for a time, it was all I lived for. But there’s more to life than just fulfilling one duty. This crew... you’ve shown me that a family isn’t something you’re born into. It’s something you build.”
Everyone is lost in their own memories, voices softened with a touch of sadness, but also joy. It’s a reminder of how far they’ve all come, the hardships they’ve endured, and the bonds they’ve formed along the way. Zoro, meanwhile, sits with his back against the railing, his arms crossed, silently sipping his sake. He listens to the stories, a faint smirk playing on his lips, but says nothing. His eyes flicker with something—pride, perhaps—but he remains quiet. Sanji, too, stays silent, sitting on the edge of the deck with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. He listens intently, though his gaze stays fixed on the horizon. There’s a subtle tension in his shoulders, as if he’s carefully holding his own thoughts at bay, but every now and then, he glances at the others with a quiet smile. The night grows still, a soft wind carrying the sound of the waves as the Straw Hats fall into comfortable silence. Though they’ve all come from different walks of life, from lonely beginnings, they now share something far greater—a future, bound by the sea, and by each other.
As the mood lightens once more, Usopp, always eager to entertain, leans forward, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Speaking of souvenirs,” he begins, “I still remember the time I tried to convince everyone that I could talk to animals! I found a squirrel on a small island and thought it would make a great pet.” He chuckles, his laughter infectious. “I told you all it was a guardian spirit that could help us find treasure, remember? But the little guy just stole my lunch and ran off!”
Everyone bursts into laughter, the sound mingling with the gentle breeze. Nami shakes her head, a playful grin on her face. “I still can’t believe you thought that was a good idea! The only thing that squirrel guarded was its own snack stash!”
Franky, ever the showman, raises his mug in agreement. “That reminds me of the time I tried to impress Robin with my ‘cool’ cyborg moves. I ended up flying straight into a barrel of sake and knocking over the whole table!” He laughs, shaking his head at the memory. “I was trying to do this epic spin move, but all I did was create a waterfall of alcohol!”
Brook cackles, his bony hands clutching his stomach. “And the best part was, you started singing about it! I had never heard a song about getting drunk off your own inventions before! ‘Super Sake Splash!’ It was a masterpiece!”
“Super? More like a disaster,” Sanji interjects, rolling his eyes with a smirk. “I still had to clean up your mess afterward, you know!” He leans back, taking a drag from his cigarette, but the twinkle in his eyes betrays his amusement.
“Hey! I’m a genius!” Franky puffs out his chest dramatically. “Genius, I tell you! It’s called experimenting!”
Chopper, still giggling, adds, “You guys have to tell them about the time Luffy tried to catch a fish with his bare hands! He ended up falling into the water and nearly drowning!”
“And then you jumped in the sea too, thinking you could save Luffy, forgetting you’re a Devil Fruit user!” Zoro sighs, shaking his head in disbelief while suppressing a laugh. “I had to fish both of you out while trying to keep my swords dry. It was the most ridiculous rescue mission ever!”
Luffy grins widely, clearly unbothered by the embarrassment. “What can I say? I thought I could catch a big one! But I just caught a big wave instead!” He stretches his arms dramatically, mimicking his flailing in the water, which sends the crew into another round of laughter.
“Oh, and what about the time we tried to steal a treasure map from that creepy old guy?” Nami chimes in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Usopp was convinced he could charm the information out of him. But all he did was trip over his own feet and knock over a whole shelf of junk!”
Usopp puffs up his chest in faux indignation. “Hey! That was a complex strategy! I was distracting him while you snuck in! It was a brilliant plan—until the shelf came crashing down!”
Franky shakes his head, laughing harder. “Brilliant? You nearly crushed us all! I had to make a new arm just to lift the pile off of you!”
“And it still wasn’t as good as my Sake Splash!” Franky adds, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. “I could build a robot just to reenact that moment!”
“Please, no,” Sanji interjects, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I can already see the headline: ‘Cyborg Dances, Pirates Scream!’”
“Imagine the look on Robin’s face!” Brook chimes in, his laughter echoing across the deck. “I think she’d rather stick to the old stories of her past instead of witnessing Franky’s latest invention go horribly wrong!”
Robin smiles softly, shaking her head. “I have plenty of stories that could compete with that. Like the time I tried to read an ancient tome and accidentally triggered a trap, releasing a swarm of angry birds.”
“Angry birds? Ha! Now that’s a great title for a song!” Brook cackles, strumming his violin in a playful tune. “You should have seen it! I would write a whole album about it! The ‘Adventures of Robin and the Feathered Fury!’”
Chopper, trying to contain his giggles, adds, “I thought you were going to be eaten! I ran in circles trying to help, but I just ended up getting chased too!”
“Honestly, I think the birds were more scared of us than we were of them,” Robin remarks with a smirk.
“Yeah, we were the real monsters in that story!” Usopp jokes, mimicking a terrifying face. “But I was brave enough to save everyone with my—uh, awesome—shooting skills! Or maybe I just hid behind the barrel...”
“Typical Usopp,” Nami says, shaking her head with a smile. “Always ready to tell a heroic tale but somehow managing to be the last one standing behind the rest of us!”
As the night unfolds, the stories flow effortlessly, each tale more ludicrous than the last, filling the air with laughter and camaraderie. The bonds between the crew grow even stronger with every shared memory, and the stars shine down, witnessing the joy of a family forged in adventure, chaos, and love.
As the night drifts deeper into its embrace, the laughter and storytelling gradually wane, and one by one, the Straw Hat crew begins to feel the weight of exhaustion. Nami yawns, stretching her arms overhead. “Alright, I think I’m calling it a night. The stars can keep shining without me for a while,” she says with a sleepy smile, her eyes flickering toward the comforting glow of her hammock.
“Goodnight, Nami!” Luffy calls, waving enthusiastically. “Don’t let any treasure map squirrels bite you!”
Robin stands next, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. “I’ll join you in the cabin, Nami. Goodnight, everyone. Thank you for the wonderful evening.” Her warm gaze lingers on the crew, a hint of nostalgia in her smile as she heads below deck.
Chopper, yawning wide enough to make his eyes watery, hops up next. “I’m going to sleep too! I can’t wait to dream about all the tasty food we had tonight!” He gives a cheerful wave before scurrying after Robin and Nami.
Franky, still buzzing from the evening’s antics, starts to head off. “Alright! Time for me to recharge these batteries! Super night, everyone!” He strikes a heroic pose before making his way to his workshop.
Brook, with a final strum on his violin, announces, “I’ll sing a lullaby for you all! Sleep tight, my friends!” He flashes a grin and wanders below deck, his voice trailing off into a soothing melody.
Usopp, stretching and yawning, rises with a sleepy smile. “I should get to bed too. Gotta make sure I’m ready for tomorrow’s adventure! Goodnight, crew!” He shuffles off, his feet dragging slightly as he disappears into the darkness.
Zoro is the last to stand up, taking a moment to glance around the deck. “You guys are all weak,” he teases lightly, but there’s a fondness in his voice. “I’ll take first watch, so don’t worry about anything. Just get some sleep.” He heads toward his usual spot, leaning back against the railing and closing his eyes, ready to guard his friends as they rest.
With everyone finally settled in for the night, only Sanji remains on the deck, the gentle sound of waves lapping against the ship filling the air. He looks around at the remnants of their feast—the empty plates, leftover scraps, and dirty utensils piled high. A soft sigh escapes his lips as he gathers the dishes, his hands moving deftly despite his fatigue.
“Seriously, I’m the only one left to clean up this mess?” he mutters to himself, shaking his head with a smirk. “Those lazy bones don’t know how to appreciate fine cooking.” As he scrubs the plates, memories of the night’s laughter echo in his mind, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “Still, it’s worth it,” he muses, remembering how much joy the food brought to his friends. “As long as they’re happy, it doesn’t matter.”
"Need some help, curly?" Zoro asks, opening an eye.
Sanji pauses mid-scrub, surprised by Zoro’s voice. He looks up to see the swordsman, still leaning against the railing, one eye lazily open, watching him with an amused expression. “What? You’re actually offering to help?” Sanji raises an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in his tone.
Zoro shrugs, a slight grin breaking through his usual stoic demeanor. “Well, I might be tired, but it doesn’t mean I can’t lend a hand. Plus, it’s not like I’m going anywhere. You’ll just be stuck here scrubbing away while the others sleep.”
Sanji’s expression softens, realizing that maybe Zoro isn’t as indifferent as he often pretends to be. “Alright, fine! If you really want to help, grab that stack of plates over there!” He gestures toward the pile that’s still waiting to be cleaned.
“Got it,” Zoro replies, pushing himself off the railing and sauntering over. He takes the plates in one hand and carries them to the sink with ease. “I’ll just make sure I don’t drop them,” he teases, a spark of mischief in his eye.
“Just don’t break anything, or I swear I’ll make you eat the leftovers the whole next year!” Sanji retorts, his tone playful but firm. He resumes washing the pots, the sound of running water blending with the gentle lapping of waves against the ship.
As they work side by side, Zoro begins to dry the plates after Sanji rinses them. “You haven't talked all night, usually you are yapping. What's going on, cook?”
Sanji pauses again, the scrubbing slowing as he glances sideways at Zoro. “What do you mean, ‘what’s going on’? I was busy cooking, and then I had to entertain the whole crew while they stuffed their faces. Do you think I have endless energy?” He smirks, the banter coming naturally.
Zoro snorts, flicking a drop of water off a freshly dried plate. “You didn’t seem to have a problem yapping when you were bragging about your cooking skills. Or when you were arguing with Luffy over how much meat he was allowed to eat!”
“Yeah, well, that’s different! When it comes to food, I have to make sure the idiot doesn’t eat everything in sight!” Sanji defends, but there’s a lightness in his voice. “Besides, I didn’t want to talk over everyone while they were enjoying themselves. It was a good night.”
Zoro raises an eyebrow, his expression softening slightly. “Like, you had nothing nostalgic or funny to say?”
Sanji shrugs, trying to play it cool, but his cheeks flush slightly at the recognition. “What about you, you weren't talking too, moss for brain.”
Zoro lets out a low chuckle, crossing his arms as he leans back against the counter. “Touché, cook. I just figured I’d let the rest of you take the spotlight for a change. I mean, who really wants to hear me talk about my past adventures when Usopp is right there with his wild stories?”
Sanji raises an eyebrow, wiping his hands on a towel. “You’d be surprised. Maybe if you weren't so stoic and grumpy, we would probably enjoy your stories."
Zoro raises an eyebrow, smirking slightly at Sanji’s jab. “Stoic? Grumpy? You sure know how to flatter a guy, cook,” he replies dryly, leaning a bit closer. “But honestly, my stories aren’t that interesting. They usually involve a lot of fighting and not much else.”
Sanji rolls his eyes, leaning against the counter next to Zoro. “That might be the point... we all know you are a warrior. Just tell us your fights before meeting Luffy."
Zoro shrugs, "In what way it can be interesting?"
Sanji sighs, "just stop already and tell me about your fights before the crew."
Zoro hesitates, crossing his arms as he ponders Sanji's request. “Alright, fine. But you asked for it,” he says, glancing around to ensure they’re alone. “Let’s see… before I met Luffy, I was on my own a lot. I spent years training at the dojo, but the real fights came later.”
“Yeah, but those early fights shaped you. Give me something good,” Sanji encourages, his curiosity piqued.
Zoro leans back against the counter, his expression becoming more thoughtful. “There was this one time I challenged a gang of pirates who were terrorizing a small village. I heard about them while I was passing through. They thought they were invincible, bullying the townsfolk and stealing whatever they wanted.”
“Classic. Go on,” Sanji urges, intrigued.
“I was just a kid then, but I couldn’t stand by and watch,” Zoro continues, his voice steady. “So, I confronted their captain. He laughed in my face, thinking I was just some fool. But I took him down without a second thought. I thought it would scare the rest of them off. Turns out, they weren’t so easily intimidated.”
Sanji raises an eyebrow. “You mean they actually fought back?”
“Yeah,” Zoro replies, a hint of pride in his tone. “I ended up in a full-on brawl. It was me against the whole crew. I managed to hold my own for a while, but they were relentless. Eventually, I got cornered.”
“Did you win?” Sanji asks, leaning in closer, captivated.
“Of course I did,” Zoro states firmly. "Even when I was a kid, I was training so hard, that with my new three swords style, I destroyed them."
Sanji whistles, clearly impressed. "Three swords, huh? That must've been a sight. Bet they didn’t expect some kid to come at them like that."
Zoro nods, a smirk forming on his lips. “They didn’t. At first, they thought I was some cocky brat with a death wish. But when I drew my blades, their faces changed real quick. I took down their captain first—he didn’t even know what hit him.”
Sanji leans in, arms crossed, clearly hooked on the story. “And the rest of the crew?”
“They came at me all at once,” Zoro continues, his voice calm but carrying a quiet intensity. “But by then, I was already in the zone. My body moved on instinct, just like I trained for. One after another, they fell. I didn’t stop until all of them were on the ground, either knocked out or too scared to move.”
Sanji raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “And then? What happened after that?”
Zoro shrugs, his smirk fading slightly. “I kept moving. Didn’t stay long enough for a thank you or anything. I wasn’t doing it for praise. I just couldn’t stand to see them terrorizing the weak. It wasn’t a noble cause or anything. Just felt like the right thing to do.”
Sanji studies Zoro for a moment, a slight smile on his face. “You really are something, you know that? You act like it’s no big deal, but those moments... they define you.”
Zoro looks away, the compliment making him slightly uncomfortable. “I didn’t need them to define me. I just did what I had to do.”
Sanji laughs softly, shaking his head. “Always so humble, aren’t you? But it’s that attitude that makes you a true warrior. You don’t need the glory—you just live for the fight. That’s why people look up to you, whether you realize it or not.”
Zoro grumbles, clearly not a fan of the attention, but there’s a subtle appreciation in his expression. “I’m not looking for admiration, cook. I just want to get stronger. That’s all there is to it.”
“Yeah, I know,” Sanji replies, still grinning. “But it’s good to hear stories like that every once in a while. Shows there’s more to you than just sword-swinging and napping.”
Zoro rolls his eyes, but a small smirk tugs at his lips. “Don’t get used to it. I’m not telling bedtime stories every night." He grabs another pile of plates to help to wash them. "What about you? Your first real fight?”
Sanji’s hands pause over the soapy water, his usual confident demeanor faltering for just a second. He shifts his weight, avoiding Zoro's gaze. The memories of his first "fights" with his brothers—the beatings, the humiliation—flash through his mind, a bitter taste lingering at the back of his throat.
“First fight, huh?” Sanji repeats, keeping his tone light but noticeably dodging the deeper question.
“It was some no-name pirate crew looking to take over the restaurant,” Sanji continues, focusing on the memory that feels easier to talk about. “They thought a bunch of cooks wouldn’t put up much of a fight. They didn’t expect a cook with a mean roundhouse kick.”
Zoro smirks. “So, did you teach them a lesson?”
“Damn right, I did,” Sanji replies, his confidence returning as he recounts the story. “I kicked their captain straight off the deck and into the ocean. Didn't even have to use my hands. Zeff said it was the first time I really fought like a man and defended my home.”
There’s a flicker of something deeper in Sanji’s expression, but he brushes it off with a cocky grin. “After that, no pirate dared mess with the Baratie while I was around. I guess you could say that was the fight that showed me what I was really made of.”
Zoro nods again, recognizing the weight behind Sanji’s words, even if the cook is glossing over some parts. “Sounds like it was the first step towards becoming the combat cook you are now.”
Sanji chuckles. “Yeah, something like that. Anyway, those fights—those are the ones worth remembering.”
The two fall into a more comfortable rhythm, the clinking of dishes and the sound of waves filling the quiet gaps in their conversation. Once they are done, Sanji lights up a cigarette, he takes a long drag and then takes off his black tie. "Want a drink, mosshead?"
“A drink, huh?” Zoro replies with a slight smirk. “You’re not planning on serving some fancy cocktail, are you, cook?”
Sanji scoffs, blowing out a puff of smoke. “Please, as if I’d waste the good stuff on someone who guzzles sake like it’s water. But I’ve got a decent bottle stashed away—something strong enough even for you.”
Zoro grins, clearly interested now. “Alright, I’ll take you up on that. Just don’t start whining when I outdrink you.”
Sanji rolls his eyes but heads to the galley, returning a moment later with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. “This’ll do. Try not to embarrass yourself,” he quips, pouring a generous amount into each glass before handing one to Zoro.
The swordsman takes the glass, giving it a quick glance before knocking it back. He savors the burn for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly as the warmth spreads through him. “Not bad.” Zoro admits, setting the empty glass down with a satisfied thud.
Sanji leans against the railing, taking a slower sip from his own glass. “It’s no sake, but it does the job.” He gazes out at the ocean, the moonlight reflecting off the waves, casting a soft glow over the ship.
"So you were saying not to embarrass myself, care to try me, lightweight?" Zoro smirks.
Sanji raises an eyebrow at Zoro’s challenge, a sly grin creeping onto his face. “Lightweight? You’ve got some nerve, mosshead,” he replies, taking another slow sip of his whiskey. “I’ve been drinking fine spirits since before you learned how to hold a sword properly. I can handle my liquor.”
Zoro chuckles, clearly amused. “Is that so? Guess we’ll find out. I’m just saying… I’ve never seen you keep up with me when it comes to a real drink.”
Sanji exhales a cloud of smoke, his eyes narrowing. “You’re on,” he declares, reaching over and pouring another round. “But when you pass out, try not to drool on the deck. I just cleaned it.”
Zoro takes the glass, his competitive spirit ignited. “I won’t be the one passed out. But you’re free to give up whenever you need to, cook. I won’t judge… much.”
Sanji’s smirk widens as he clinks his glass against Zoro’s. “I’ll give up when you’re on the floor, shithead. You know what, let's add some fun. Let's play ‘Never I Have Ever’."
Zoro raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Sanji's sudden suggestion. “Never Have I Ever? Really? Sounds like something for kids.”
Sanji shrugs, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. “Or maybe you’re just scared you’ll lose at something that isn’t sword-fighting,” he taunts, pouring them both another round. “Come on, mosshead. Let’s see how well you can handle a game and your drink at the same time.”
Zoro snorts, clearly unfazed. “Fine, but don’t cry when it’s over.” He lifts his glass. “You start.”
Sanji takes a moment to think, a devilish glint in his eyes. “Alright, let’s keep it simple to begin with. Never have I ever… gotten lost while on an island.” He leans back, smug, knowing full well Zoro’s infamous lack of direction.
Zoro glares but smirks through it, tipping his glass and taking a drink without hesitation. “Cheap shot, cook. But I’ll play along.” Zoro's turn now. He grins wickedly, clearly planning something. “Never have I ever… worn a suit every day just to impress women.”
Sanji twitches slightly but stays cool, taking a deliberate sip of his drink. “Class is something you’ll never understand, mosshead,” he retorts smoothly, still leaning against the railing. “It’s called having style.”
Zoro chuckles at Sanji’s response, leaning casually against the counter. “Style, huh? Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night, cook.” He sets his glass down and smirks, ready for the next round. “Alright, my turn again. Never have I ever… flirted with every woman I met, no matter how much they ignored me.”
Sanji’s eye twitches, but he maintains his cool demeanor. Without a word, he takes another sip, though his expression tightens slightly. “I call it being a gentleman, you sword-swinging ape. Not that you’d know anything about that.”
Zoro smirks, satisfied with the jab. “Yeah, whatever helps you feel better.”
Sanji narrows his eyes, clearly determined to strike back. “Alright, let’s see… Never have I ever… fallen asleep in the middle of training.”
Zoro laughs, fully aware that Sanji’s trying to call him out on his notorious habit of napping during random moments. With a grin, he takes another drink, shrugging. “Training is just as good for your mind as your body. You wouldn’t get it, cook.”
“Oh, please, you’re just lazy,” Sanji retorts, but there’s no heat in his voice, only amusement. He taps his chin, thinking of his next move. “Alright, I’ve got one. Never have I ever… keep secret from the crew."
Zoro raises an eyebrow at Sanji’s challenge, a hint of surprise flashing across his face. “Wow, going for the deep stuff now, huh?” he replies, leaning back slightly. “That’s a bold one, cook.”
Sanji smirks, clearly pleased with himself. “What can I say? I like to keep things interesting.”
But as the words hang in the air, a tension builds between them. Zoro can feel the weight of his own secrets pressing down on him—he knows what it’s like to hide parts of himself from the crew. Yet, it stings a bit more coming from Sanji, who has his own deep-rooted secrets.
“I mean, everyone has something they keep under wraps, right?” Zoro finally says, his tone a bit sharper. “But not everyone’s a coward about it.”
Sanji’s expression shifts, the lightness fading. “Coward? You think I’m hiding just to be a coward?” He straightens up, eyes narrowing. “Some things are personal, mosshead. It’s not about being scared.”
Zoro pushes off the counter, a bit of irritation surfacing. “Then what is it? You could’ve told us—told me—about your family, your past. But you chose to keep it a secret. Seems pretty cowardly to me.”
Sanji’s eyes flash with anger. “You don’t know anything about my family! You think I wanted to be a part of that life? My brothers were monsters! I had to get away from them!” He shakes his head, frustration evident in his voice. “You act like I should just shout it out to everyone, but you have your own skeletons, too!”
Zoro’s gaze sharpens, and he steps closer. “I never said you had to shout it out, but not saying shit and then go off rogue all by yourself, thinking you could handle it yourself. You really though Luffy wouldn't come after you? Even against Big Mom, we have each other back. You know what, never I have ever been a coward. Drink up now."
Sanji clenches his fist but resists the urge to throw his drink. He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Zoro’s. “You’re one to talk, always hiding behind that tough guy act of yours, never letting anyone in. You think I don’t know how much you’re hiding?” He takes a step closer, challenging Zoro to take the bait. “Never have I ever been an asshole just for the sake of it. Drink."
"Then drink twice, you're a coward and an asshole too." Zoro says.
"And you are an asshole and a coward."
"What?" Zoro asks, a vein appearing on his forehead.
"You don't have the balls to say that you were worried about me." Sanji spits.
"You don't have the guts to admit you needed us." He says, drinking twice.
"Then we are even. Asshole and coward." Sanji answers, drinking twice too.
The tension between the two men is palpable, the air thick with unspoken truths. But as the whiskey burns down their throats, the edges of their anger start to smooth out, and the weight of their words settles in. Zoro's eyes soften a fraction, and he nods, acknowledging Sanji's point. "Alright, cook. Never I have ever got a broken heart."
"Bastard, my heart is broken every day..." Sanji whines before drinking. "You're not drinking?"
"Nobody brook my heart."
"You don't even have one, barbarian."
Sanji's words slur slightly as the whiskey starts to take hold. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes glaze over. He tries to keep his balance, swaying slightly on his feet. The alcohol has loosened his tongue and he starts to say things he might have kept to himself otherwise. "You know, I've always wondered. What's it like to have a heart of stone?"
Zoro, however, remains steadfast, his gaze never leaving Sanji's eyes. He takes another sip, his expression unreadable. "It's not about having a heart of stone. It's about knowing when to let people in, and when to keep them out," he says, his voice a low rumble. "You think I don't care about this crew? That I don't feel anything when they're in danger?"
"No. I think you do care. You care a lot." Sanji admits. "Never I have ever felt that the Sunny is my home."
Zoro raises an eyebrow at Sanji's sudden shift in tone. He drinks again, a small smile playing on his lips. "Home, huh? I never knew you felt that way."
"Neither I am about you. You're happy here." Sanji says.
Zoro nods, his smile growing genuine. "Yeah, I guess I am." He sets his glass down, his hand hovering over the bottle. "And you are starting to be tipsy, lightweight."
"Shut up! Not true."
Sanji's protest is weak, and Zoro can't help but chuckle at his friend's attempt at deflection. The drinks are definitely starting to hit him, their laughter growing louder with each passing moment. Sanji stumbles slightly, catching himself on the galley's couch with a dramatic flair.
"Never I have ever... kiss a man!" Sanji says, knowing he won't drink.
Zoro pauses, his hand hovering over his glass. A rare blush creeps up his neck. He looks at Sanji with a smirk, then drink.
"Wait... you've kissed a man?" Sanji asks.
"Yeah. Why?" Zoro asks casually.
Sanji's eyes widen, and he splutters, nearly dropping his cigarette. "What? When?"
"A couple of times. Guess as much as you with ladies."
Sanji's mouth opens and closes like a fish, stunned by Zoro's revelation. "You... you've kissed more than one?"
"I think you need to ask your question differently. Let's see... never I have ever known the sexuality of my crewmate." Zoro says as he drinks, knowing Sanji heterosexuality.
Sanji blinks, trying to process this new piece of information. He opens his mouth to argue but realizes it's a moot point. "Alright, alright, you win that one. What's your sexuality, then?"
Zoro rolls his eyes. "What's it to you, cook?"
"I don't know. You kiss men so... gay? Bi? Or maybe you just kiss a person when you feel it?"
"I don't have a sexuality," Zoro replies with a shrug, his amusement clear. "I just don't care. I'm not really into that. But I'm more attracted to strength, both physically and personally. I do have a little preference for men, tho."
Sanji's eyebrows shoot up, surprised by Zoro's candidness. He tries to stand up straight, but the whiskey isn't making it easy. "Well, that's... unexpected."
"Why's that?"
Zoro's question snaps Sanji out of his surprise. He takes another sip, trying to regain his composure. "I just... I mean, you're so... you know, stoic and all that, I never thought you'd... you know."
"That I'd what?" He insists, clearly amused.
Sanji waves his hand, trying to find the words. "You know, show that you care about... people... feelings... that kind of stuff."
"Mhm. Funny what you think of me. Alright cook, since you are clearly a bit drunk here... never I have ever wanted to know more about my rival’s sexuality." Zoro smirks as he watches Sanji blushing like beets.
Sanji stammers, "W-what? That's not... I just..." He takes a gulp from his whiskey, trying to drown his embarrassment.
"I see you drinking lovecook. Alright, ask your question, I will be open tonight." Zoro says as his smirk widen.
Sanji's face turns a deeper shade of red, but his curiosity is piqued. "Well, I mean... what's it like? Being with... with a man?"
"You mean, how do we fuck between men?" Zoro teases.
Sanji slaps his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide with horror. "No, no, no! Not like that, you pervert!" He coughs out a laugh, his cheeks on fire.
"I thought you wanted to know everything, don't you?"
"I just want to know if you felt something different, something special." Sanji tries to clarify, his voice a little shaky.
"A kiss is a kiss, and sex is sex. There is nothing special to do it between men. The pleasure is different, what we do is different. But the main purpose is the same as you with a lady, having a good time."
Sanji nods, trying to wrap his head around the concept. He takes another sip, the whiskey warming him up. "But when was the last time you had sex?" He asks, too curious because of the alcohol.
Zoro's smirk fades, and he looks away for a moment. "It's been a while," he admits, his voice a bit more serious. "Since before we met."
"You haven't got sex in... 2 years?" Sanji asks, chocked.
Zoro nods, looking uncomfortable with the subject. "Something like that."
"Don't you ... miss it?"
Zoro’s eyes flicker to Sanji, his expression unreadable. "Miss what, cook?"
"Having sex!"
"I miss good company," Zoro says, his voice a bit distant. "But sex, not really. It's just... I change my standards, I guess..."
Sanji nods, trying to understand. "You want someone as strong as you, right? Someone who won't just... break."
"Maybe... I guess... yeah, something like that."
Sanji's curiosity seems to have sobered him a bit. "But that's... hard to find. Especially for someone like you."
"Why's that?" Zoro asks.
"Well, you know, you're pretty intense," Sanji says, trying to find the right words. "You've got these high standards, and... well, not many people can handle you."
"Is that a compliment, curly?"
Sanji laughs, his cheeks still flushed. "I guess it is, mosshead. But seriously, it's like you're looking for a partner who can keep up with you in every way—fighting, drinking, and... well, you know."
"Sex? How do you imagine me having sex, pervert?" Zoro teases.
Sanji's blush deepens, and he waves his hands frantically. "No, no, no! That's not what I meant!" He stammers, trying to change the subject. "I just meant, you know...
"Never I have ever want to know how my friend does sex!" Zoro cuts before drinking.
"Bastard!" Sanji whines, so red that he can feel his face on fire. "Wait... you are drinking too... you want to know how I..."
"If you tell me, I tell you." Zoro chuckles.
Sanji's eyes widen, his mind racing. He's never been this open about his love life with anyone, not even his closest friends. But something about the night, the whiskey, and the unexpected bonding moment with Zoro makes him want to share. "Alright, but only because you asked," he says with a huff. "And only because you're my best friend."
"Wait... what?"
Zoro's voice cuts through the night air, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. He stares at Sanji, who's trying to hide his embarrassment behind his whiskey glass. So when the cook is drunk, he is honest.
"Alright, tell me then." Zoro asks, changing subject.
Sanji takes a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "Well, it's like... cooking," he starts, his voice a little slurred. "You know, you start with the basics—the kissing and the touching—that’s your prep work, right? And then, when you know your partner's taste, their likes and dislikes, that's when you start to add the spices. The passion, the heat, the... you know."
"No I don't, tell me." Zoro pushes.
Sanji rolls his eyes. "You really want to know?" He asks rhetorically before continuing. "It's about giving and taking. It's like a dance, you lead and follow, you know? Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's slow, but it's always... intense." He takes a deep breath, feeling more vulnerable than ever before. "And when it's good, it's like... the best dish you've ever made, and you just want to savor it forever."
"Ok and without the cooking metaphor now?" Zoro teases again.
Sanji huffs, his cheeks still red. "Well, when I'm with someone, I make sure she's... satisfied. That's all I care about. I want to give her pleasure, to make her feel... alive." He takes another sip of whiskey, his voice growing more confident. "I'm attentive, you know? I pay attention to her reactions, her breathing, her... her movements."
"So when you are a helpless romantic, it's not just an act. You are romantic even for one night with a woman."
Sanji nods, his eyes a bit glazed from the whiskey. "I believe in making every moment count, especially when it comes to love," he says with a wistful smile. "But enough about me, what about you, mosshead? I told you so now you tell me."
"Fair. Do you want to know when I'm with a woman or a man." Zoro asks, amused.
Sanji waves his hand, his cheeks still flushed. "Man, I guess."
Zoro's gaze sharpens, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Well, with a woman, it's... different. More gentle, you know? You have to be careful not to overpower her. But with a man..." He pauses, his voice dropping. "It's raw, intense. It's about dominance and submission. Like fighting, but with passion."
Sanji nods slowly, trying to picture it in his mind. "So, it's like... a battle?"
Zoro shrugs. "In a way. But it's more than that. It's about connecting on a deep level, pushing each other's boundaries, and finding that perfect balance of power."
"And... how do you do that? I mean, what sexual ... act you use to balance this power?" Sanji asks, a little bit too drunk.
Zoro snorts, amused. "You really want all the details, don't you?" He takes another swig of whiskey. "Well, let's just say, it's all about reading the opponent. And knowing when to strike."
"So...?"
Sanji's curiosity is palpable as he waits for Zoro to elaborate. The swordsman takes a moment, his gaze distant, as if lost in memories. He seems to decide something internally and turns back to Sanji with a smirk. "Let's just say, I know how to make a man moan as good as any woman," he says with a wink.
"How?"
Sanji's question hangs in the air, and for a moment, Zoro seems to hesitate. Then he shrugs, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You really want to know?" He asks, his tone teasing. Sanji nods eagerly, leaning in slightly, his drunk curiosity getting the better of him.
Zoro leans closer, lowering his voice. "Alright, I'll tell you a secret, cook. But you gotta promise not to tell the others, or I'll make you walk the plank." He winks, his grin playful despite the seriousness of his words.
Sanji nods fervently, his eyes wide with excitement. "I swear, I won't tell a soul!"
"Alright," Zoro says, leaning in so close that Sanji can feel his breath on his cheek. "The key is in the hips. You've got to be fast, precise, and... flexible."
"I'm flexible!" Sanji immediately shoots back, without realizing his words. "Look what I can do!" He says as he lifts his leg straight to the ceiling.
Zoro watches in amazement before bursting out in laughter. "That's not what I meant!" He says, his eyes watering. "But I guess that could come in handy in... other situations."
"I can do a lot of stuff!" He answers.
Zoro laughs even harder, slapping his knee. "I'm sure you can, Cook. I'm sure you can."
"Never I have ever..."
"Cook, stop, you're drunk."
"Want to know how is it to kiss a guy." Sanji says as he takes a sip.
"What?" Zoro's laughter dies down, his eyes widening slightly.
Sanji nods, his cheeks still red from his earlier embarrassment. "Yeah, I've never kissed a man before. What's it like?"
Zoro's eyes twinkle with mischief. "It's like... kissing a really strong, really stubborn pillow," he says, his voice low and teasing. "But with more stubble."
Sanji snorts, trying to imagine it. "Is it... good?" He asks, his voice a little shy.
"Cook, a kiss is a kiss."
Zoro's voice brings Sanji back to reality, and the gravity of his question hits him. He quickly looks away, his cheeks even redder than before. "Right, sorry. I didn't mean to—"
"It's fine," Zoro interrupts, his tone still light despite the sudden shift in the conversation. "It's just different, you know? It's not something you can really compare to kissing a woman."
"Yeah, I guess." Sanji nods, his eyes focusing on the horizon, lost in his thoughts. He takes another sip of whiskey, trying to ease the tension that has crept into the conversation. "I like kissing."
"Yeah, you and your 'I love you's." Zoro teases, bringing the mood back to normal.
"If you are about fighting and dominance and being intense during sex, then I guess, romantic, sweet and caring partner isn't your... thing." Sanji whispers, playing with his empty glass.
Zoro's smile fades a bit, and he looks at Sanji thoughtfully. "You're not wrong. But it's not like I'm looking for a fight every time I'm with someone. It's just... I need to feel alive, you know? And sometimes, that means pushing myself to the limit."
"What are your limits in bed, then? Your boundaries?"
Sanji's question is bold and unfiltered, but Zoro doesn't seem to mind. He takes a moment to consider, his eyes on the distant stars. "I guess it's about finding someone who understands that," he says, his voice contemplative. "Someone who won't be scared off by what I need."
"What do you need?"
Sanji's voice is gentle, genuinely curious. The night air is calm, and their whiskey-soaked conversation has turned into a rare moment of intimacy between the two friends. Zoro's eyes meet Sanji's, and for a second, the swordsman considers his words. He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of the ocean beneath them.
"I need... to be able to let go," Zoro admits. "To trust that the person I'm with won't just submit, but will fight back. That they can handle me, and maybe even... push me back." His voice is low, a hint of vulnerability seeping through the cracks of his usual stoic facade.
"Are you telling me that most of the time when you have sex, no matter if it's a man or a woman, you end up winning your "battle", so you become dominant and... at the end it's bored?"
Sanji's voice is softer now, his curiosity genuine as he tries to understand Zoro's perspective. The swordsman nods, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Yeah, I guess that's it," he says, his gaze returning to the horizon. "It's not about winning or losing. It's about finding someone who can match my intensity."
"I see... I love intense stuff. But also intense romantic stuff." Sanji sighs with a smile.
"Yeah, you're all about that lovey-dovey shit." Zoro says, his voice gentle despite the teasing.
"Lovey-dovey intense. But yeah, I guess... not good enough for you..."
"What the fuck are you talking about, cook?" Zoro's voice is sharp, his eyes searching Sanji's for any signs of mockery, but all he finds is the cook's sincere gaze. "Cook, go to bed, you are drunk."
Zoro's voice is firm but not unkind as he stands up, the gravity of their conversation momentarily forgotten. Sanji, still leaning on the couch, laughs it off.
"I'm not drunk, just tipsy. I'm perfectly capable of thinking now. And I can still kick your ass."
Sanji's words are a mix of bravado and playfulness, his smile never leaving his face. Zoro chuckles, his stern expression giving way to amusement. "If you say so," he says, extending a hand to help Sanji up. Sanji takes it, his grip surprisingly firm for someone who claims to be tipsy. Then, with a smirk, he throws his leg in a powerful kick into Zoro's stomach.
Zoro's laughter cuts off with a grunt, and he stumbles back, surprised by Sanji's sudden attack. "What the hell, asshole?" He says, rubbing his stomach.
"What? Though, you were looking for a partner that match your intensity." He winks.
Zoro's eyes narrow, but he can't help but smirk. He straightens up, his hand dropping to the hilt of his sword. "Alright, Cook," he says, his voice low and challenging. "Let's see what you've got."
Sanji laughs, the sound echoing in the night. He drops his whiskey glass on the couch and cracks his knuckles. "You're on," he says, his own intensity mirroring Zoro's.
Their sparring begins, a dance of shadows and steel under the moon's soft glow. Sanji's agility and speed contrast with Zoro's brute strength and precision. The clanging of swords fills the air, each strike a silent testament to their unspoken feelings. Their eyes meet, and for a fleeting moment, it's not just about the fight anymore. Sanji's eyes flicker over Zoro's muscular form, his breathing shallower than from exertion alone. He can feel a strange energy building between them, something he's never experienced in their countless battles before. Zoro, too, is aware of the shift. His gaze lingers on Sanji's flushed cheeks and the sweat glistening on his body. The cook's movements are mesmerizing, a graceful dance of power and passion. His usual stoic mask cracks, revealing a hunger that goes beyond the battle for dominance. He can't help but be drawn to the raw emotion Sanji exudes, his own desires stirring in response.
The fight intensifies, their moves growing bolder and more intimate. Sanji's legs are a blur, dodging and weaving around Zoro's blade with a finesse that leaves the swordsman's heart racing. Each time they come close, their eyes lock, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. They're pushing each other, testing limits, and it's as if the whiskey has ignited a fire within them both. Zoro's swings are swift and powerful, the steel of his sword singing through the night as it slices through the air. Sanji leaps and spins, his body moving in ways that seem almost inhuman, his eyes never leaving Zoro's. The heat of the battle is palpable, and it's not just from the exertion of their bodies. There's a charge in the air, a current that's building, and neither can ignore it. With a final, decisive move, Zoro blocks Sanji against the wall with his swords, trapping him in a cage of steel. The cook's breath comes out in ragged pants, his heart racing from the exhilaration of the fight. Their eyes lock, and for a moment, it seems like the world around them has stopped. The whispers of the sea and the distant laughter of their crewmates fade into the background.
"Cook... what are you doing?"
"I don't know..."
Sanji's voice is barely a murmur, his eyes searching Zoro's for answers he's not sure if he's ready to hear. The swordsman's gaze is intense, his breathing heavy. He leans in closer, his swords still holding Sanji in place, but the threat is gone, replaced by something else entirely.
"It's your fault!" Sanji whines. "With your need for intensity and dominance, and being able to handle you... it ... it turned me on..." Sanji finally confesses.
Zoro's eyes widen, his breath hitching slightly. He's caught off guard by Sanji's admission, but the desire reflected in the cook's gaze is unmistakable. For a moment, they just stand there, the tension between them crackling like electricity.
Suddenly, Zoro leans in, his breath hot on Sanji's skin. "You want to know what it's like to kiss a man?" He whispers, his voice low and husky.
Sanji nods, his eyes locked on Zoro's. He feels a thrill of excitement and fear, his heart hammering in his chest. Zoro's swords clatter to the deck as he frees Sanji from their steel prison. He takes a step closer, his hand coming up to grab Sanji's jaw. “It's like... kissing a really strong, really stubborn pillow, but with more stubble.” Sanji whispers.
Zoro's eyes narrow, and he leans in, closing the distance between them. His lips press against Sanji's, firm and demanding. Sanji's eyes widen in surprise before he relaxes into the kiss, his own hands finding purchase on Zoro's shoulders. It's different from kissing a woman—rougher, more insistent. But it's not unpleasant. It's a kiss filled with challenge and passion, a silent declaration of strength and desire.
Their mouths move together, the kiss deepening as Zoro's tongue slips past Sanji's lips. Sanji gasps, his body responding in ways he didn't expect. He kisses back with a fervor that matches Zoro's, their breaths mingling as the tension between them reaches a boiling point. The kiss is everything Zoro had promised—intense, raw, and overwhelmingly alive. Sanji's hands move to Zoro's chest, feeling the beat of the swordsman's heart as their bodies press closer together. The kiss isn't kind, it's a battle of wills, a clash of two men who are used to being in control. But as they kiss, something shifts—the lines between rivalry and desire blur, leaving only the heat of the moment.
With a growl, Zoro grabs a fistful of Sanji's hair, angling his head for a deeper kiss. Sanji gasps, the sensation sending a thrill down his spine. He's never been handled like this before, but it's not entirely unpleasant. The pain is a strange kind of pleasure, a reminder of the intensity that Zoro brings to every aspect of his life.
Sanji's hands come up to Zoro's chest, pushing him away with surprising strength. He stumbles back, breathing hard. "You're not the only one who can do that," he says, his voice a mix of challenge and need. He takes a step forward, closing the gap between them, and before Zoro can react, he grabs the swordsman's coat and spins him around, pinning him against the wall.
Leaning in, Sanji shows Zoro his own version of an intense kiss. His lips are softer, but his passion is no less fierce. He kisses Zoro like he's cooking—with precision, skill, and a touch of sweetness that makes you crave more. It's a dance of give and take, of exploration and discovery. Sanji's kisses are like a gentle storm, leaving no part of Zoro's mouth untouched, but always retreating before the tempest becomes too much.
Zoro's body tenses under Sanji's touch, his own hands hovering in the air before finally settling on Sanji's waist. He's surprised by the sensation—it's not what he's used to, but it's not unwelcome. The cook's embrace is a revelation, a new flavor in the swordsman's life that he finds himself craving more of. Sanji's hands wander up to Zoro's neck, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw, sending shivers down the swordsman's spine.
"Cook... stop. A kiss is a kiss. But sex between men, you have never done that. It's not an easy thing..."
Zoro's voice is thick with a mix of lust and concern. Sanji pulls back, his eyes searching Zoro's. The swordsman's gaze is a tempest of confusion and desire, and for a moment, Sanji feels like he's the only person in the world who can read it. "But what if... what if I want to try?" Sanji whispers, his voice shaky.
"May I be raw with you, cook?"
Zoro's question hangs in the air, his eyes searching Sanji's for any sign of doubt or fear. Sanji nods, his heart racing as he takes in the intensity of Zoro's gaze.
"Very well, are you ready to try to be naked against another man, touch a dick, fuck a guy or being fucked by a guy. Let's say we won't fuck, but just touching, can you really do that?"
Zoro's voice is low and gruff, the challenge clear in his tone. Sanji's cheeks burn, but his eyes never leave Zoro's. He nods, the whiskey giving him a false sense of bravado. "I... I want to know what it's like," he admits, his voice trembling slightly. "Is intense lovey-dovey okay for you? Am I strong enough for you to make things... not bored?"
Zoro's expression softens, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a rare smile. "You have a lot of fight, Cook," he murmurs, his voice a gentle caress in the night air. He reaches out, his rough hands gripping Sanji's wrists and pulling him closer. "But you should be sober for this," he adds, his gaze searching Sanji's for understanding.
"Okay. Let's get some water then." Sanji says.
The two of them move away from the galley's wall, leaving their swords and the whiskey behind. Inside the Thousand Sunny, the sounds of the party have faded into the background, the crew members already deep asleep. They make their way to the kitchen, where the cool water from the faucet feels like a balm against Sanji's flushed skin. He drinks deeply, the liquid clearing his head just enough to realize what he's asked for.
Zoro watches him, his own desires warring with his sense of responsibility. He's known Sanji for years, and while they've had their share of battles, this is uncharted territory for both of them. He pours a glass for Sanji, handing it over with a nod. "Drink," he commands, his voice firm. Sanji does as he's told, the coolness of the water soothing his parched throat and helping to ease the buzz of the alcohol.
"Don't command me, idiot."
Sanji's voice is light, his usual teasing tone back in place. He takes a long drink, the water slaking the fire in his belly. Zoro watches him, his expression unreadable. They stand in the kitchen, the only sound the dull throb of the ship's heartbeat beneath their feet. The tension between them is palpable, a living, breathing thing that seems to pulse with the rhythm of their hearts.
"Where to?" Zoro asks.
"The crow's nest." Sanji says with a smirk.
"Why there?"
Zoro's question is laced with skepticism, his eyebrow raised in question. Sanji grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's the highest point on the ship, right? And we're the two strongest here. If I'm going to do this, I want to be sure no one's going to interrupt us."
Zoro nods, his own grin spreading across his face. He can appreciate the cook's logic, even if it's fueled by whiskey. "Fine," he says.
"I'll grab pillows and blankets."
Sanji says, already moving before Zoro can object. The swordsman watches him go, his thoughts racing. This was uncharted territory, but the fire in Sanji's eyes was undeniable. With a resigned sigh, he follows, his long strides catching up to the cook easily.
The journey to the crow's nest is a silent one, filled with anticipation and a hint of trepidation. The night air is cooler up here, the moon casting a silver glow over the wooden planks. Sanji has already made a cozy nest of pillows and blankets, and the sight makes Zoro's stomach twist with a strange mix of excitement and nerves.
"So mosshead, since your standards are so high, that you need challenges, battle of dominance and intensity, how about you tell me how you really like to do sex." Sanji says, his voice playful yet tinged with curiosity, as they settle into their makeshift bed in the crow's nest.
"What? You want the full details?" Zoro asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. He sits down beside Sanji, the pillows and blankets a stark contrast to his usual Spartan habits.
"Yes." Sanji nods eagerly, his cheeks still flushed from the whiskey and the heat of their earlier sparring. Zoro sighs, resigning himself to the inevitable. He runs a hand through his hair, his eyes scanning the horizon as he thinks. "I like to touch everywhere," he finally says, his voice low and gruff. "But there are... certain spots. Spots that make a man feel alive."
Sanji allows himself to lies on his back, placing his head between the fluffy pillow. "Where?"
"The neck," Zoro says, his voice a low murmur as his eyes trace the line of Sanji's jaw. "A good grip can make someone melt." His hand demonstrates, his thumb resting at the base of Sanji's throat, his fingers wrapping around to the tender spot behind his ear. Sanji's breath hitches, his body responding to the gentle pressure. "And the wrists," he continues, his grip shifting to demonstrate, his thumb stroking the pulse point. "Holding them just right can be... captivating."
Sanji's heart races under the swordsman's touch, his mind racing with the implications. He's always been adventurous, but this is new, even for him. He nods, his curiosity piqued. "Show me," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the soft sigh of the wind.
Zoro's eyes flick to Sanji's, the challenge accepted. He leans in, his breath warm against the cook's ear. "First, the neck," he murmurs, his hand moving to wrap around Sanji's throat. The grip is firm but not painful, a silent declaration of intent. Sanji gasps, his body reacting instinctively to the sudden pressure. He can feel his pulse quickening, his skin tingling where Zoro's thumb rests on his throat. "I could easily break your neck..."
"I know. But you won't. You know I can easily respond." Sanji says as he slides one of his powerful leg between Zoro's.
Zoro's smirk turns predatory, and he leans in closer, his other hand capturing Sanji's wrist. He applies just enough pressure to make his point, his thumb tracing the vein that pulses there. "But what if I want you to struggle?"
"Try me." Sanji smirks back.
Zoro's eyes narrow, his hand tightening slightly on Sanji's neck, but not enough to cut off-air. He feels the cook's pulse race beneath his thumb, a silent testament to the thrill of the situation. Sanji's leg, now firmly between Zoro's, presses closer, a silent dare that makes the swordsman's blood heat.
They're both fully dressed, but the air between them is charged with a tension that could set the ship alight. Zoro's hand shifts, his thumb moving to trace the soft skin of Sanji's lower lip. "I like it when a partner fights back," he whispers, his breath warm against the cook's face.
Sanji's heart hammers in his chest, his body responding to the thrill of the challenge. He swallows hard, his eyes never leaving Zoro's as he darts out his tongue to lick the thumb on his lips.
"Is that so?" Sanji says, his voice a soft rumble that sends a shiver down Zoro's spine. "Then maybe you'll enjoy this."
With surprising speed, Sanji flips their positions, his body now hovering over Zoro's. He pins the swordsman's wrists above his head, his grip firm but gentle. "How about you show me your spots?" he challenges, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "And I show you how I can take care of someone."
Zoro's breath hitches, his body responding to the sudden shift in power. He's used to being the one in control, but there's something about Sanji's confidence, his willingness to explore this uncharted territory, that sends a thrill through him. He nods, his eyes never leaving Sanji's as the cook's hands begin to roam his body. Sanji starts with Zoro's neck, his strong hands exploring the muscular expanse with surprising tenderness. He nips and kisses along the line of his jaw, feeling the swordsman's pulse jump beneath his lips. He's careful not to leave marks, his touch light and teasing. Zoro's eyes close, his body arching into the contact as he fights the urge to overpower Sanji, to take control.
Moving down, Sanji's mouth finds one of those spots, the one just behind Zoro's ear. He nibbles gently, his breath hot and warm, sending shivers through the swordsman's body. Zoro's grip on the pillow tightens, his hips jerking slightly as the cook's teeth graze his skin. The sensation is exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain that makes him want more. Sanji's mouth is a force of nature, his kisses leaving a trail of fire across Zoro's flesh.
"Did I found a spot?"
Sanji asks, his voice low and teasing as he kisses down Zoro's neck, feeling the swordsman's body tense and release under his touch. Zoro's eyes fly open, his pupils dilated with desire. He nods, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You found it," he admits, his voice gruff.
Encouraged, Sanji moves his attention to Zoro's wrists, his strong, gentle grip sending bolts of electricity up the swordsman's arms. He kisses the sensitive skin there, his tongue tracing the veins as Zoro's eyes drift shut again. "Tell me," Sanji whispers, his own voice thick with desire, "Where else do you like to be touched?"
Zoro's voice is tight when he responds. "My chest," he says, his eyes still closed. "Just... just don't go too soft."
Sanji grins against his skin, understanding the unspoken request. He moves his hands down to Zoro's chest, his fingers digging in just hard enough to leave bruises. He kisses along the line of his collarbone, his teeth scraping lightly, before moving to the flat plane of his pectorals. His touch is firm and sure, each caress a silent promise of the intensity Zoro craves.
The swordsman's breath comes out in a hiss, his body responding to the cook's ministrations. "Yes," he murmurs, his voice a low growl of need. "More."
Sanji complies, his hands moving with purpose over Zoro's chest, his mouth following the path of his thumbs. He licks and kisses and nibbles, his teeth scraping against the swordsman's skin in a way that makes him shiver. Zoro's eyes open, watching Sanji with an intensity that makes the cook's heart race even faster.
"What?" Sanji asks, curious.
"You are really always focusing on the other pleasure." Zoro whispers.
Sanji pauses, looking up at Zoro with a question in his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"As long as you please people, you're happy."
Zoro's words hang in the air, a hint of vulnerability in his gruff tone. Sanji's expression softens, understanding the weight of those words from a man who values strength above all. He leans in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to Zoro's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his lips.
"I can't help it..." Sanji answers.
"It's your way of showing love."
Zoro's voice is a rumble beneath Sanji's ear, and the cook pulls back to meet the swordsman's gaze. There's something in those three words that resonates deep within Sanji, a truth that he's always known but never quite had the courage to admit. He nods, his eyes shining with a newfound understanding. "I want to make you happy," he whispers, his thumb brushing over the stubble on Zoro's cheek.
"Because I'm your best friend?" Zoro asks.
Sanji smiles, his eyes shining with affection. "Because you're you, Zoro. You're the first person who ever saw me as an equal, not just a pretty face or a chef or... a waste..."
Zoro's gaze softens, his hands coming up to cup Sanji's cheeks, pulling him down for a hard, claiming kiss. "Don't be ridiculous, Cook," he murmurs against Sanji's lips.
Sanji's eyes flutter open, his heart racing as Zoro's thumbs stroke his cheekbones. He leans into the touch, their kisses turning frantic as they explore each other's mouths. It's a dance of teeth and tongues, a silent battle for dominance that somehow feels incredibly intimate.
Zoro breaks the kiss, panting, his eyes searching Sanji's. "I want you," he says, his voice hoarse with desire. "How about this time, you're the one who feel intense pleasure?" He smirks as he reverses the situation again, pinning Sanji on the makeshift bed.
Sanji's heart races as he feels Zoro's body press into his, the swordsman's hardness unmistakable against his own. He nods, his voice a whimper of anticipation. "Show me, Zoro," he whispers, his eyes dark with need. "How do you make a man crumbles, by pushing him to his limits."
Zoro's smirk widens, and he leans in to claim Sanji's mouth again, his tongue delving deep. His hands roam down the cook's chest, teasing the fabric of his shirt before moving to the button. Sanji arches up, helping him, eager to feel the warmth of Zoro's skin against his own. The shirt comes off with a swiftness that speaks of Zoro's strength and determination, revealing Sanji's taut, muscled chest.
"You're so pale..."
Zoro murmurs against Sanji's skin as he kisses along the cook's neck, his teeth grazing the soft flesh. Sanji's chest heaves with anticipation, his body responding to every touch. Zoro's hands are rough but sure as they explore the expanse of Sanji's chest, his thumbs tracing the lines of his abs.
"Look at that, fancy cook hides some muscles." Zoro chuckles as he nibbles his jugular.
Sanji's hands tighten on Zoro's shoulders, his own breath coming in short gasps. "Don't just look," he whispers, his voice a challenge.
"Oh I want to look. How about you remove this hair, so I can see your full face?"
Zoro says, his voice thick with desire as he reaches up to brush Sanji's bangs away from his eyes. Sanji's cheeks heat, but he doesn't protest, allowing Zoro the access he seeks. The swordsman's fingers are gentle as they push the hair back, revealing the cook's handsome features. The action feels incredibly intimate, a silent declaration of trust that sends a jolt of excitement through Sanji's body.
Their eyes meet, the challenge in Zoro's gaze unmistakable. "You're beautiful," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down Sanji's spine. He leans in, his mouth finding the cook's again in a kiss that's both fierce and tender. Sanji gasps, his eyes fluttering shut as Zoro's hands roam his body, exploring every inch of his bare chest.
And then, with a suddenness that takes Sanji's breath away, Zoro grabs a nipple between his fingers, giving it a gentle squeeze before rolling it gently. The sensation is foreign, but it sends a bolt of pleasure straight to Sanji's groin. He arches into the touch, a soft moan escaping his lips.
"Moaning already?" Zoro smirks.
Sanji's eyes fly open, his cheeks burning. "Shut up," he says, trying to sound tough, but the tremor in his voice gives him away. Zoro's touch is both thrilling and overwhelming, pushing him into a realm of pleasure he's never experienced before. He's always been the giver, the one who makes others feel good, but now he's the one receiving, and it's more intense than any meal he's ever cooked.
"Make me shut up then." Zoro taunts before he lowers his head to flick his tongue on the little peak.
Sanji's body responds with a jolt, his hips bucking upwards as the sensation overwhelms him. Zoro's eyes light up with victory, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin around the nipple before giving it a gentle bite. Sanji's moan is louder this time, his eyes squeezing shut as pleasure floods through him.
"Discovering some spot here..." Zoro purrs as he shifts his attention to the other nipple, his tongue circling it before giving it the same treatment. Sanji's body responds eagerly, his muscles tightening as he tries to hold back the whimpers that threaten to spill out.
Making a man moans, watching him crumble under him, pushing him to his limits, Zoro craves for that. His hand flatters Sanji's abs, and he can feel his skin getting covered by goosebumps.
Sanji's hands come up to Zoro's shoulders, his nails digging in slightly as he tries to regain control. "I-I can handle it," he gasps out, his voice a mix of pleasure and defiance.
Zoro smirks, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "We'll see about that," he says, his teeth scraping against Sanji's sensitive flesh. The cook's body tenses, his breathing growing ragged. Zoro bites and licks his abs, heating the skin everywhere.
Sanji's eyes widen as the swordsman's mouth moves lower, his teeth grazing his hipbone before moving further south. His grip on Zoro's shoulders tightens, his hips jerking in anticipation. Zoro's hand slides down Sanji's stomach, his calloused fingers brushing against the fabric of his pants. Sanji's eyes fly open, his breath catching in his throat as he realizes what's happening.
"Wait..." Sanji says, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves. Zoro pauses, looking up at him with a question in his eyes. "Are we... really going to do this?"
"We can stop now. I told you that sex between men is different. If it's as far as you can go, then it's okay, it's already very hot." Zoro says.
Sanji's eyes narrow slightly, his competitive streak flaring up. "I can handle it," he insists, his voice thick with desire. "Don't hold back."
Zoro's smirk widens, and he leans in, his breath hot against Sanji's skin. "If you're sure," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I'm going to kiss you here," he says, pressing his hand against the cook's inner thigh, "and here," his voice a whisper as he touches the other thigh. Sanji's hips jerk in response, his body already craving the swordsman's touch.
"And when I finally get to your cock," Zoro continues, coming back to Sanji, his words sending a shiver through his body, "I'm going to suck you until you're begging for more." He licks the shell of Sanji's ear, his teeth scraping gently. "Then, I'll fuck you, hard and deep, until you can't take it anymore. And when you're ready to come," his voice drops to a whisper, "I'll pull out and make you come all over yourself."
Sanji's eyes widen at the explicitness of Zoro's words, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of red. He's never heard such raw desire from his friend before, and it's intoxicating. "Z-Zoro..." he stammers, his voice shaky.
Zoro leans in closer, his breath a warm tickle against Sanji's skin. "I want to feel every inch of you," he whispers, his voice a seductive growl. "I want to know what makes you moan, what makes you beg." His hand moves to the button of Sanji's pants, his eyes never leaving the cook's. "Do you want that?"
Sanji's heart is racing, his body taut with anticipation. He nods, unable to form coherent words. Zoro's smirk widens, and he slowly unbuttons the pants, his knuckles brushing against Sanji's erection. "Good," he murmurs, his voice low and hungry. "Because I'm going to take you apart and put you back together."
With a swift motion, Zoro pulls down Sanji's pants and underwear, revealing his hardened length. The moonlight casts a silver glow over them, making Sanji's skin look ethereal. The swordsman's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight, his hand reaching out to wrap around the base of the cook's cock. Sanji's hips jerk, a gasp escaping his lips as Zoro's warm hand begins to move in a slow, steady rhythm.
"Nice one cook, you're a big boy." He teases about the size.
Sanji's cheeks burn hotter, but his body responds to the touch, his hips rising to meet Zoro's hand. It's a strange feeling, having someone else's hand on him like this, but it's also incredibly arousing. "I-it's not just size," he stammers, trying to regain some semblance of dignity.
"True true, what are you spot on this... here?" He asks, pressing is thumb on the skin just under the head.
Sanji's eyes roll back in his head, a strangled sound escaping his throat. "Th-that's... that's one of them," he gasps, his body trembling with pleasure. Zoro's grip tightens, his thumb moving in a slow, torturous circle that makes Sanji's toes curl. "Zoro I... mmhmm... I haven't got my dick suck in a while. Please, do me this favor."
Zoro's smirk turns wicked as he leans in closer, his breath hot on Sanji's skin. "Gladly," he murmurs, before taking the head of Sanji's cock into his mouth. Sanji's body arches off the makeshift bed, his back bowing as the swordsman's warm, wet mouth engulfs him. The sensation is overwhelming, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to process the intensity of the pleasure.
Zoro's technique is surprisingly skilled, his tongue swirling around the tip before he takes more of Sanji's length into his mouth. He's thorough, his teeth scraping gently as he sucks, his hand never stopping its steady rhythm. Sanji's moans fill the crow's nest, the sounds echoing off the wooden walls.
Using his teeth, Zoro blocks the head of Sanji's cock, creating a tight, pulsing pressure that sends waves of pleasure through the cook's body. His tongue flicks against the sensitive spot under the tip, the frenulum, and Sanji's hips jerk involuntarily. "Ah, Z-Zoro... what... hnn," Sanji gasps, his voice hoarse with need.
Zoro feels a small bead of pre-cum form on the tip of Sanji's cock and smirks around the girth. He's always enjoyed the taste of victory, and this is no different. He teases the head with the flat of his tongue before taking a deep breath and plunging down, swallowing Sanji whole. Sanji's hands fly to Zoro's hair, gripping tightly as he's consumed by the sensation of being so deeply taken. The swordsman's throat muscles work around him, and he can feel Zoro's breath against his stomach, a stark contrast to the cool night air.
"Z-Zoro," Sanji gasps, his voice high and needy. "That feels... oh my god, it feels..." His words become incoherent as Zoro's mouth moves in a steady rhythm, sucking and licking, exploring every inch of his cock. Sanji's hips rock into the motion, his body begging for more as his orgasm builds. He's never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and it's exhilarating.
The cook's hips are a blur of motion, trying to get more of himself into Zoro's mouth. The swordsman blocks him with a firm hand, keeping him in place, his eyes never leaving Sanji's face as he sucks him with a fierce hunger. Sanji's eyes widen in shock, his breath hitching in his throat as he feels the beginnings of his release. He tries to hold back, not wanting it to end so soon, but Zoro's relentless mouth is too much.
Zoro pulls back, licking his lips and smiling up at Sanji, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "So close, aren't you?" He says, his voice low and seductive. "Look at you, you are shaking, your cock is so swollen and red. You want to come?" He asks, flicking his tongue on the head.
Sanji nods, his eyes half-closed and his chest heaving with ragged breaths. "Yes," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "I want to come. But I can hold longer... we aren't done, are we?"
Zoro chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting with a competitive spirit. "Not even close, Cook," he says, his voice thick with his own desire. "I want to make sure you remember this night." He releases Sanji's cock with a pop, making him whine with need.
"Undress yourself Zoro, I want to see you naked."
Sanji's voice is a command, and Zoro complies, his movements swift and sure as he shrugs off his clothes. His cock is hard and leaking, bobbing with every step he takes towards the bed. Sanji's eyes widen at the sight of him, his own arousal spiking even higher. He's seen Zoro shirtless countless times, but there's something about seeing him fully exposed, ready and willing, that makes his heart race. Zoro's eyes never leave Sanji's as he climbs onto the makeshift bed, his body covering the cook's. The swordsman's muscles press into Sanji's, his weight both comforting and thrilling. Sanji can feel the heat of Zoro's skin, the thunderous beat of his heart as it matches his own. His own cock lies between them, trapped between their bodies, and the pressure is maddening.
Sanji's hands move to Zoro's back, his fingertips tracing the lines of the swordsman's spine, feeling the power and strength beneath the surface. He kisses along Zoro's neck, his teeth nipping at the tanned skin, leaving a trail of red marks that stand out in stark contrast. Zoro groans, his head falling back to give Sanji better access. Sanji's kisses become more insistent, his teeth sinking in just hard enough to leave a bruise. He wants to mark Zoro, to claim him in the same way the swordsman had claimed him earlier. Moving to Zoro's arms, Sanji marvels at the definition, the muscles that have been honed by years of battle. He kisses and nibbles along the swordsman's biceps, his hands exploring the firm, warm flesh. He can feel the tension in Zoro's body, the coiled power waiting to be unleashed. Sanji's own cock twitches with every touch, his desire for his friend growing with each passing moment.
"Your skin tastes like... salt and steel," Sanji murmurs, his voice filled with wonder. "It's... intoxicating." He licks along the line of Zoro's collarbone, his tongue savoring the flavor. It's a taste he's never experienced before, a taste that is uniquely Zoro. The swordsman's skin is salty from their earlier spar, a faint metallic tang that only adds to Sanji's desire. It's a taste that speaks of strength and valor, of the life they've led as pirates.
"And you smell seafood and your fancy cologne." Zoro answers.
Sanji laughs, the sound low and intimate in the quiet space of the crow's nest. The tension between them is palpable, a heady mix of desire and anticipation. His hands continue to explore Zoro's body, his fingers tracing the swordsman's abs, feeling the ridges and valleys of his muscles. He's always been attracted to Zoro's strength, but now it's not just about the physicality of it; it's about the depth of their connection, the trust they're building with every touch.
With a shaky exhalation, Sanji's hand moves lower, his fingertips brushing against the base of Zoro's cock. It's hot and hard against his palm, a living testament to the desire that flows between them. His heart hammers in his chest, his own erection pulsing with every beat. He's never touched another man's cock before, but with Zoro above him, the fear and uncertainty melt away. It's like they're discovering a new spice, a secret ingredient to their friendship that they never knew existed.
Zoro's eyes are hooded, his gaze locked on Sanji's face as the cook's hand tentatively wraps around his length. Sanji's grip is firm but gentle, his thumb tracing the thick vein that runs along the underside. The swordsman's breath hisses out between clenched teeth, his eyes never leaving Sanji's. It's a silent communication, an unspoken question and answer that sends a thrill through the cook's body.
"So it's my turn to find your spot." Sanji smirks as he uses his thumb to massage the vein again.
Zoro nods, his eyes never leaving Sanji's. "If you think you can handle it," he says, his voice low and challenging. Sanji's smirk widens, his hand moving in a slow, deliberate stroke.
The cook takes a moment to study the swordsman's cock, his thumb circling the tip. He's watched Zoro for years, seen the way he moves, the way he fights. Now, he's applying that knowledge to a different kind of battle, one of pleasure and submission. He takes a deep breath, his hand moving in a familiar pattern, mimicking his own masturbatory routine. It's a gentle rhythm, one that brings him to the edge but never over. Zoro's eyes flutter closed, his head rolling back as he feels the familiar tug of pleasure begin to build. His cock jumps in Sanji's hand, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. He's used to his own touch, the roughness and urgency that comes with solitude, but this is different. This is slow, deliberate, and it's driving him mad.
Sanji's eyes widen slightly as he feels the response, his own body responding in kind. He's watched Zoro in battle countless times, studied the way his muscles flex and his swords dance. Now, he's applying that same scrutiny to the swordsman's body in a much more intimate setting, and it's electrifying. He adjusts his grip, his thumb pressing harder against the vein, his wrist moving in a slow, steady rhythm.
Zoro's breath starts to hitch, his chest rising and falling more rapidly. His eyes snap open, his gaze locking onto Sanji's. "F-faster," he gasps out, his voice strained with need.
Sanji smirks, his hand slowing down. "But I want it to last," he says, his voice a teasing whisper. "Don't you want to savor this?"
Zoro's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching with restraint. "Sanji..." he warns, his voice a low growl. But Sanji's touch is like a siren's call, and he can't resist the urge to lean into it, his body arching slightly.
"Ow, you're saying my name. Poor you."
Sanji's smirk only deepens as he watches the frustration play out on Zoro's face. He knows exactly what his friend needs, but he's enjoying this newfound power of teasing, of watching the usually stoic swordsman squirm. He slows his hand even more, his eyes never leaving Zoro's as he enjoys the delicious sight of his friend's struggle. But Zoro is not one to be denied, and with a sudden burst of strength, he reaches out and grabs Sanji's throat, his grip firm but not cutting off-air. Sanji's eyes widen in surprise, his body tensing for a moment before he relaxes into it. It's a heady feeling, the mix of fear and excitement that comes with being so completely in someone else's power.
Sanji's hand never stops moving on Zoro's cock, his strokes growing more deliberate, more confident. He meets Zoro's gaze with a challenge in his eyes, refusing to back down. The swordsman's eyes narrow, his grip tightening slightly. He's not used to this, to someone pushing back, to someone not giving in to his dominance. But instead of anger, he feels a strange thrill. Sanji is not just submitting; he's fighting back, demanding more from him.
"Touch me harder." Zoro orders.
"Beg for it." Sanji answers back.
Zoro's eyes flash with something that could be anger or excitement, it's hard to tell in the low light. "Beg for what?" he asks, his voice a gruff whisper.
"For me to jerk you off better. You want intense? Beg for your intensity."
Zoro's jaw clenches, the challenge in Sanji's voice pushing him to the brink of his control. He can feel the pressure building in his cock, his orgasm just out of reach. "Cook..." he growls, his voice strained. "I'm going to make you cry, you know that?"
Sanji's eyes gleam with excitement, his hand moving faster. "I'm not crying," he says, his voice thick with arousal. "But I'd love to see you try."
"So we're doing it, huh? You want my cock buried deep inside you?"
Sanji nods, his heart racing like a marathon. He's never been so scared in his life, but he's also never wanted anything more. He can't let Zoro see his fear, though. Not when he's always been the one to hide his true feelings behind a veil of jokes and bravado. He licks his dry lips, his eyes locked onto Zoro's intense gaze. "Yes," he murmurs, his voice steady despite his racing thoughts. "I want to feel all of you."
"Then fucking stroke me good."
Zoro's grip tightens, his eyes dark with lust as he watches Sanji's hand move over his cock. The cook's hand is a blur, the strokes now fast and firm, just as Zoro had demanded. The swordsman's breath comes in pants, his body tightening with every pass of Sanji's hand. It's a power play, a dance of desire that's as thrilling as any battle they've faced together.
"Yes just like that..."
Zoro's voice is tight with need as Sanji's hand moves over him, and the cook can feel the swordsman's cock pulse in his grip. He leans in, his breath hot against Sanji's ear. "You're going to be so tight, I can feel it," he whispers, his words sending a shiver down the cook's spine.
"What if I want to be the one to fuck you?" Sanji dares.
Zoro's eyes snap open, his gaze piercing Sanji's. The question hangs in the air, a silent challenge that echoes through the crow's nest. The tension between them spikes, the air thick with unspoken desires and the promise of something new. For a moment, neither of them moves, the only sound the harsh rhythm of their breathing.
Then, Zoro's grip relaxes, his hand sliding from Sanji's throat to cup his jaw instead. His thumb traces the line of Sanji's cheekbone, the gesture surprisingly tender. "You want to be in charge?" he asks, his voice a low rumble.
"I... I honestly don't know … What do you think it's the best for us? You're the one who knows gay sex..."
"Gay sex? This isn't just about that. It's about what we both want," Zoro says, his voice low and serious. "But if you want to fuck me, I'm not saying no."
"But I'm fucking like a lover, I'm slow, caring, tender... clearly not your thing...
Sanji's words hang in the air, a hint of challenge in his tone. Zoro's gaze never leaves his as he considers the proposal. His hand slides down to Sanji's neck, his thumb resting lightly against the pulse point that had been racing just moments before. The swordsman's eyes darken, and he leans in closer, their noses almost touching. "Maybe you're right," he says, his voice a rough whisper. "Maybe we need to find a balance."
"What do you suggest?" Sanji asks.
"How about this?" Zoro says, a smirk playing on his lips as he shifts his weight, pressing his erection against Sanji's. "We take turns. You go slow and gentle, make me beg. Then I'll show you what intensity feels like."
"So... I'm fucking you and you’re fucking me....?"
Sanji's question hangs in the air, his voice a mix of curiosity and excitement. Zoro nods, his smirk widening into a grin. "Exactly," he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's only fair."
Sanji swallows, his heart racing. He's never done this before, never been with a man in such an intimate way. But with Zoro, it feels right. He nods, his hand still moving on Zoro's cock, the rhythm never faltering. "Alright, swordsman," he says, his voice a little shaky. "Let's do this."
Zoro's eyes light up with excitement, his grip on Sanji's neck tightening slightly before he releases him. "Good boy," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. He moves to kiss Sanji, claiming his mouth in a kiss that's as fiery as the cook's own passion. Sanji melts into it, his tongue dancing with Zoro's, tasting the hint of salt and sweat that clings to the swordsman's skin.
"Zoro..."
"Mhm?"
"How do you like to be fucked?" Sanji asks.
Zoro's grin turns feral. "Hard," he says, his eyes darkening with desire. "Fast and deep."
"Intense and strong?" Sanji asks.
"Mm, yes," Zoro confirms, his eyes closing briefly in pleasure at the thought.
Sanji's heart races at the thought. He's used to being the one who takes his time, who worships his partner's body with gentle touches and soft kisses. But with Zoro, it's clear that's not what the swordsman craves. He'll have to push his own boundaries, find that balance between the tender lover he is and the fiery passion Zoro demands.
Their kisses grow more urgent, their teeth clashing as they both fight for dominance. Sanji's mind races with thoughts of how he'll be able to give Zoro what he wants. He knows he's not as experienced in the bedroom as the swordsman with men, but he's not one to back down from a challenge. He knows how to make love. To women yes, but still how to make love. He'll have to channel his competitive spirit, learn from Zoro's aggression, and apply his own brand of passion to match it. With a sudden burst of strength, Sanji flips their positions, using the power of his legs to throw Zoro onto his back. The swordsman's eyes widen in surprise before they fill with excitement. He's always loved a good challenge, and Sanji's newfound assertiveness is a welcome one.
"Put your legs around me."
Sanji's voice is firm, his eyes burning with determination. Zoro complies, wrapping his muscular legs around Sanji's waist, his heels digging into the cook's firm ass. The shift in position sends a jolt of excitement through both of them, their cocks sliding against each other, leaving a trail of pre-cum. Sanji can't stop watching this image.
"Shit, this is hot... ahmm ... okay Sanji... focus." He says to himself as he grabs some lube, his hand shaking slightly as he squeezes a generous amount onto his fingers. He's nervous but determined, his eyes never leaving Zoro's. He's going to give this everything he's got.
"You're shaking," Zoro points out, his voice teasing. "Are you that scared of what's coming?"
Sanji's eyes narrow, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I'm not scared," he says, his voice a little too high. "I'm just... eager."
"Is that so?" Zoro's smirk is back in full force. "Then show me how eager you are."
Sanji takes a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He's never felt this mix of nerves and excitement before. He brings his slick fingers to Zoro's entrance, gently pushing one inside. The swordsman's body tenses, a hiss escaping his lips. Sanji watches closely, his gaze flicking between Zoro's face and the place where their bodies meet. He's trying to read the swordsman's reactions, to gauge how much he can take. Zoro's eyes are squeezed shut, his jaw clenched as he feels Sanji's finger breach him. It's a strange sensation, one that he's not entirely unfamiliar with but has never experienced with someone he cares about so deeply. The cook's touch is gentle, almost loving, and it sends a shiver down his spine. He can feel himself relaxing, opening up to the sensation, the pressure building as Sanji adds a second finger, then a third.
"Ahh, fuck, Sanji..." Zoro's voice is a low, guttural growl, his body arching off the bed as Sanji's fingers work their magic. The cook's touch is surprisingly skilled, his movements sure and precise as he prepares Zoro for what's to come.
"Already ready for me, mosshead?" Sanji smirks.
"More than ready," Zoro says through gritted teeth, his eyes still closed tightly. "Just don't disappoint me, Cook."
Sanji's grin widens, the challenge accepted. He positions himself, aligning his cock with Zoro's tight hole. He takes a moment to appreciate the beauty of Zoro's body, the way the moonlight plays across the swordsman's skin, highlighting the muscles that ripple with every breath he takes. He's never felt more alive than he does right now, with Zoro's legs around him and their hearts beating in sync. With a gentle push, he begins to enter, feeling the tight heat envelop him. Zoro's eyes fly open, a silent gasp escaping as Sanji stretches him open. The cook's eyes never leave Zoro's, watching the play of emotions on his face as he adjusts to the new sensation. It's a slow, agonizing process, but Sanji is determined to make this first time perfect. He's not going to rush, not when it comes to something this important.
"Oh fuck... I forgot how it felt..." Zoro moans.
Sanji's eyes widen at the tightness, the heat, and the way Zoro's body clenches around him. He's gentle at first, easing in inch by inch, watching the swordsman's reactions carefully. The way Zoro's face contorts with pleasure and pain, his hands gripping the bedclothes tightly, tells Sanji he's on the right track.
*Intense, challenge, dominance, hard and strong.*
"Fuck me, Cook," Zoro demands, his voice thick with need. Sanji's eyes flicker to the swordsman's, and he nods, his own desires burning bright. He pulls back slightly before slamming into Zoro, his eyes never leaving the other man's face.
Zoro's eyes widen, his body arching off the bed with a shout. The sudden change in pace is a shock to his system, but it's exactly what he craves. He locks his ankles together at the small of Sanji's back, urging him deeper, harder. Sanji's eyes darken with a mix of lust and satisfaction, his own hips moving faster in response to Zoro's demands.
*Focus Sanji, focus. Not tenderness, no sweet, just raw and intense. Like a fight with him*.
Their bodies move in a rhythm that's as fierce as it is passionate. Sanji's strokes are strong and deep, just as Zoro had instructed, their hips crashing together with a sound that echoes through the crow's nest. Zoro's moans are music to Sanji's ears, the swordsman's body tightening around him with every thrust.
"Harder," Zoro grunts, his eyes never leaving Sanji's.
Sanji's breath catches in his throat, the demand sending a bolt of excitement through him. He'd never thought he'd be the one to take charge in such a situation, but here he was, with Zoro begging for more. He complies, his strokes growing stronger, faster, his cock plunging into the swordsman's tight heat with a ferocity that makes his own eyes roll back in his head.
"Harder," Zoro repeats, his voice a guttural growl that sends shivers down Sanji's spine. The cook's hands grip Zoro's hips, his nails digging into the firm flesh as he pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing through the small space.
"Oh shit! Yes like that! Fuck me like a man!"
Sanji's eyes widen as Zoro's words cut through his thoughts. He's doing his best to be intense, to give Zoro what he wants, but it's not coming naturally to him. His strokes are strong, his hips moving with the power of a thousand storms, but he can't shake the feeling that it's all an act. He's not the one to take things fast and hard, not when it comes to sex. He's always been the gentle lover, the one who takes his time, savoring every moment.
"So good cook... damn you're so good..."
Sanji tries to push aside his thoughts, focusing instead on the intense pleasure that's building within him. He's giving Zoro exactly what he asked for, but he can't help feeling like it's all a facade. His hips move faster, his thrusts harder, but every time he looks into Zoro's eyes, he sees the swordsman's hunger for something more primal, something that Sanji isn't quite sure he has in him. He closes his eyes, trying to block out the doubt that's creeping in. He's always been confident in bed, but this...this is something else entirely. He takes a deep breath, focusing on the feel of Zoro's body beneath him, the way his cock slides in and out of the swordsman's tight heat. He lets his instincts take over, his hips moving in a rhythm that feels almost like a dance.
But it's no use. He doesn't like it. Not at all.
Zoro's eyes snap open, catching the brief flicker of pain on Sanji's face. It's a look he's seen before, when the cook is trying too hard to be something he's not. The swordsman's heart clenches, his own need for dominance momentarily forgotten. He doesn't want to hurt Sanji, not like this. He reaches up, his hand cupping Sanji's cheek, his thumb brushing away the bead of sweat that's gathered there.
"Cook, what's going into you?"
Zoro's concerned voice breaks through Sanji's thoughts, his hand still cupping the cook's cheek. Sanji opens his eyes, his gaze locking onto the swordsman's. He can see the question in those gray eyes, the worry and confusion. He takes a deep breath, trying to put into words what he's feeling.
"I... I'm not sure if I can do this," Sanji admits, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm not like you, Zoro. I'm not intense and rough."
"Yes you are. But not in the way you should do it. I thought at the beginning you wanted to be lovey-dovey intense."
Zoro's voice is soothing, his thumb continuing to trace gentle circles on Sanji's cheek. Sanji's eyes search Zoro's, looking for the truth in his words. "What do you mean? I won't treat you like a lady..."
"Shit, cook... you're doing it again. Coward. Running and thinking that I won't come for you. Don't treat me like a lady. Treat me the way you want to treat me. Fuck me the ways you want to, I'm your best friend, right?"
The raw honesty in Zoro's voice cuts through Sanji's confusion, his eyes widening with understanding. He's not asking Sanji to be someone he's not; he's asking for the cook's true self, the gentle soul who's been by his side through countless battles and adventures. With a renewed sense of determination, Sanji nods, his eyes filling with tears.
"Yeah, you're right," he whispers, his voice shaky. He pulls out of Zoro gently, his cock still hard and needy, but he knows what he has to do. He needs to give Zoro what he truly wants, what they both need at this moment.
Sanji moves to straddle Zoro's chest. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll show you how I really want to make love to you."
Zoro's eyes widen at the sudden change, but there's no anger, no frustration. Just curiosity and a hint of excitement. "Alright, Cook," he says, his voice softening. "Show me."
"Turn on your side." Sanji asks.
Zoro's eyes never leave Sanji's as he obeys, his body moving fluidly under the cook's command. Sanji takes a moment to appreciate the view, his heart swelling with affection for the man before him. He gently pushes Zoro's legs forward, creating a space for himself to slide in behind. He kisses Zoro's neck, his hand tracing the line of his spine as he whispers, "You smell so good..." he says as he slides in back.
The swordsman's body relaxes slightly, a sigh escaping his lips as Sanji's cock presses against his entrance. The cook's movements are slow, deliberate, his kisses tender as he enters Zoro, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. The intimacy of the position is not lost on either of them, their hearts beating in sync as they find their rhythm.
"Mmm... so warm, so tight," Sanji murmurs, his voice a gentle purr in Zoro's ear. His hand roams over the swordsman's chest, exploring the contours of his muscles, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. He takes his time, savoring every inch of Zoro's body, his own cock pulsing with every shallow thrust.
Zoro's body relaxes into the rhythm, his breathing evening out as Sanji's gentle touch soothes the raw need that had been building inside him. The cook's strokes are deep and deliberate, his hips rocking slowly, each movement a declaration of his care and affection.
"Look at you... covered in sweat... so sexy." Sanji whispers as he changes his movement, turning them deeper.
Zoro's eyes drift shut, his body melting into the feeling of Sanji's cock moving inside him. He can feel the love and care in every stroke, every caress. It's a different kind of intensity than he's used to, but it's no less powerful. He reaches back, his hand finding Sanji's hip, guiding him deeper, urging him to move a little faster. The cook's breath hitches in his throat, but he adjusts his pace, his hand still tracing patterns on Zoro's back as they move together.
"What? You want faster?” Sanji purrs as he grabs Zoro's pecs to squeeze them.
Zoro's eyes shoot open, his gaze locking onto Sanji's. "Yes," he murmurs, his voice thick with need. Sanji's hand moves to grip Zoro's hip, pulling him closer as he quickens his pace, his strokes growing stronger, more insistent. The swordsman's breath hitches, his body responding to the change in rhythm.
"How about I show you my way of being intense..."
Sanji's voice is a warm caress, his eyes filled with a gentle determination that makes Zoro's heart race. The swordsman nods, his trust in the cook absolute. Sanji leans in, kissing Zoro's neck, his tongue tracing a path up to the shell of his ear. He nibbles, licks, and whispers sweet nothing's, each touch and sound sending shivers down Zoro's spine.
The intensity of Sanji's care is palpable in the air around them. His every movement is deliberate, each kiss and caress a declaration of his love. He doesn't need to be rough to be intense; his gentle touches speak volumes about his passion and the depth of his feelings. Zoro feels cherished, treasured, and the swordsman's body responds in kind, his cock hardening against the bed.
"Tell me all your sweet spot, Zoro."
Sanji's voice is a low murmur against Zoro's skin, his breath hot and moist as he kisses his way down the swordsman's spine. Zoro shivers, his eyes rolling back in his head as Sanji's fingers explore, pressing and teasing every sensitive spot he finds. The cook's touch is like a drug, sending waves of pleasure crashing through Zoro's body.
"Tell me, where do you like it most?" Sanji whispers, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Zoro's neck.
"Here," Zoro gasps, his hand guiding Sanji's to the base of his spine. Sanji's touch is feather-light as he circles the spot with his fingertips, watching the swordsman's reactions closely. "And here," Zoro continues, moving Sanji's hand to his hip, his voice strained with desire.
Sanji nods, his own breath coming in shallow pants as he takes in the swordsman's words. He presses a kiss to the back of Zoro's neck, his hand moving to the spot Zoro indicated, applying just enough pressure to elicit a moan. Zoro's body tenses, his hips pushing back into Sanji's as he feels the cook's fingers dig into his skin, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of his neck.
"And here?" Sanji whispers, his hand sliding down to cup Zoro's ass, squeezing gently.
"Yes... fuck, yes," Zoro groans, his body trembling with pleasure. Sanji's touch is like fire, searing through his nerves, igniting every inch of his being.
Sanji's strokes grow deeper, his kisses more demanding as he finds Zoro's rhythm. He's not just fucking him; he's making love to him, showing him the depth of his feelings in every movement. Zoro's eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of Sanji's cock filling him, his fingers teasing his sweet spots, and his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along his neck and shoulder.
"What about here?" Sanji asks, his hand sliding around to Zoro's cock, which is so rock-hard and leaking pre-cum. He wraps his hand around it, stroking it gently in time with his thrusts.
"Ahh, fuck yes...right there too," Zoro's voice is strained, his hips jerking back to meet Sanji's thrusts. Sanji smiles against Zoro's neck, feeling his lover's body respond to his touch.
*Is he just thinking about Zoro as his lover?*
Sanji adjusts their position, rolling Zoro onto his side, and then sliding in behind him. He wraps one arm around Zoro's chest, his hand cupping the swordsman's jaw as he kisses him deeply. Their bodies align, Sanji's cock sliding into Zoro with a smoothness that feels almost preordained. The swordsman gasps into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as he feels the cook's heat enveloping him from behind. Sanji's strokes in the spoon position are deep and sure, his hips moving with a gentle but firm rhythm that speaks of his passion. Each thrust is a declaration of his love, each retreat a tease that leaves Zoro begging for more. He kisses the swordsman's neck, nibbling and sucking, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Zoro's moans grow louder, his body tightening around Sanji as the cook's intensity builds.
"Is it intense enough for you?"
Sanji's voice is a low, sexy rumble against Zoro's back as he pistons his hips, his cock sliding in and out of the swordsman's tight channel with a deep, almost possessive strokes. Zoro's eyes flutter closed, his head thrown back into the crook of Sanji's neck, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip to stifle the scream building in his throat. The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and strenght that sends waves of heat rushing through his body. The cook's hand on his chest is a brand of ownership, his thumb tracing lazy circles around Zoro's nipple. It's a gentle touch, but it sends sparks flying straight to his cock, making it throb and leak with precum. Sanji's other hand is wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, the pressure just right, the touch just firm enough to make him see stars.
"Tell me Zoro... am I satisfying you now...?"
Sanji's voice is a low murmur in Zoro's ear, filled with a mix of love and a hint of doubt. The swordsman can feel the cook's body tense with every thrust, the heat of his breath on his neck, and the desperate need in his voice.
"Yeah... Sanji... it's... it's perfect," Zoro manages to say, his voice strained with passion. Sanji's touch is like nothing he's ever felt before—soothing and fiery all at once. It's like a balm to his soul, healing every bruise and scar from past battles and also giving the combativity he needs.
Sanji's eyes light up with joy at Zoro's words, and he leans in closer, kissing the swordsman's shoulder as he continues to move inside him. His hand on Zoro's cock is a gentle promise of more pleasure to come, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head with a tenderness that makes Zoro's legs shake.
"Cook..." Zoro's voice is a low growl, his hips pushing back into Sanji's. The cook's gentle intensity is driving him wild, but he craves more. He needs Sanji to know just how much he wants this, how much he needs this connection between them.
"You want to switch now, or should I just keep going...?" Sanji demands against his neck.
"Keep going," Zoro whispers, his voice thick with desire. He doesn't want this to end, not when it feels so right. Sanji's gentle touch is a revelation, a sweet agony that's pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He feels Sanji's cock pulsing inside him, the cook's own need growing with every stroke. "I'll fuck you like crazy later."
Sanji smiles, his teeth grazing Zoro's neck. "I'll hold you to that," he murmurs, his hips moving faster, his strokes deepening. The swordsman's body tenses, his muscles tightening around Sanji's cock. Sanji can feel Zoro's orgasm building, the tension coiling in the pit of his stomach.
The cook's thrusts grow more demanding, his hand on Zoro's cock moving faster. He's not just taking; he's claiming, marking Zoro as his own in the most primal way possible. And yet, even at this moment of raw passion, there's a gentleness to his movements, a tenderness that speaks of the friendship that's been the foundation of their relationship for so long.
Sanji's hips piston into Zoro's body, each movement a declaration of love and need. His eyes are closed, his teeth sunk into the swordsman's shoulder, but his touch is anything but rough. He's found a way to be intense without losing himself in the act, to give Zoro what he craves while still being true to his own nature.
"Zoro..."
Sanji's voice is a hoarse whisper as he feels his own climax approaching. He tightens his grip on Zoro's cock, his strokes matching the tempo of his hips. The swordsman's breath hitches, his body tightening around Sanji's.
"Fuck, cook... I'm gonna come," Zoro grunts, his eyes squeezed shut. Sanji's hand speeds up, his own body on the edge.
"Come for me, Zoro," Sanji whispers, his voice filled with need. He bites down on the swordsman's shoulder, the sharp pain mixing with the sweet agony of his own impending orgasm.
"Cook, I'm... I'm... oh fuck!"
Zoro's voice is a symphony of pleasure, each word a crescendo that matches the rhythm of Sanji's hips. Sanji can feel the swordsman's body tightening around him, the muscles in his ass clenching with every deep thrust. It's a heady sensation, one that makes the cook's toes curl and his eyes roll back in his head. He can feel the pressure building in his own balls, the need to come so intense it's almost painful.
"Fuck, cook... so good... so fucking good," Zoro moans, his voice a mix of desperation and awe. Sanji's cock is thick and hard inside him, filling him completely, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through his body.
The moment is perfect. Sanji feels Zoro's body tighten around him, the swordsman's cock pulsing in his hand as he comes. Hot, sticky cum spurts out, coating Sanji's hand and the bed beneath them. The sensation is overwhelming, a testament to the depth of their connection. Sanji's own orgasm is close, his hips moving faster, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Z-zoro... ahhm... where do I...?
Sanji's question hangs in the air, his breath hot against Zoro's neck as he feels the pressure building. Zoro's orgasm has him panting, his body boneless and trembling, but he manages to get the words out.
"Inside me," he gasps, his voice a desperate plea. Sanji nods, his eyes still squeezed shut, his hand still wrapped around Zoro's cock, feeling the last few drops of cum spurt out. He adjusts his angle slightly, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside the swordsman that makes him see stars.
With one final, deep thrust, Sanji lets go, his own orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He cries out, his body shaking as he fills Zoro with his seed, his hips jerking involuntarily. It's an intense, overwhelming feeling, one that leaves him gasping for air. Zoro's body goes limp, his muscles releasing their iron grip on Sanji's cock. The cook's hand slips away, his arm sliding around the swordsman's waist to hold him close. They lay there, panting and trembling, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs.
Sanji's eyes open, his gaze finding Zoro's. The swordsman's eyes are still closed, a small smile playing on his lips. He's beautiful like this, Sanji thinks, his heart swelling with affection. He kisses Zoro's shoulder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "You are smiling like a kid." he whispers, the words slipping out before he can stop them.
Zoro's eyes open, his gaze meeting Sanji's. The smile on his face is genuine, free of the usual tough exterior he wears like armor. "Shut up, you stupid lovey-dovey cook."
Sanji laughs, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I guess I know how to make you melt."
"It was good, yeah."
Zoro's voice is a lazy rumble in the aftermath of their passion, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Sanji feels a twinge of guilt, remembering how out of place he felt earlier, trying to be someone he's not.
He pulls out of Zoro gently, his cock still pulsing from the intensity of their union. He reaches for a towel to clean them up, his movements careful and considerate. "I'm sorry," Sanji says softly, his eyes downcast. "I didn't mean to... I just wanted to give you what you want."
"Cook. We had a miscommunication here. I said that I needed someone with character, fight back and intensity. You are naturally like that cook, especially when you are fully in your love side."
Zoro's words cut through Sanji's guilt like a well-honed blade, making him realize that he had been trying too hard to be what he thought Zoro needed rather than being true to himself. He looks up, his eyes meeting Zoro's, and sees the understanding and affection in the swordsman's gaze.
"That was very intense and good cook. Guess you aren't bad at sex." He smirks.
Sanji's cheeks flush with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment at the praise. He can't help but feel a sense of pride at being able to satisfy Zoro, especially when the swordsman is not one to give compliments easily.
"Let's take a bath. Then I'll fuck you."
Sanji's heart skips a beat at Zoro's words, a thrill of excitement coursing through his veins. He nods eagerly, his mind already racing with images of what's to come. They carefully untangle themselves from the bed, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Sanji grabs another towel and throws it over his shoulder, following Zoro to the bathroom. They tiptoe down the hallway, the creaks of the wooden floorboards the only sound in the otherwise silent night. The moon casts a soft glow through the porthole, lighting their way. Sanji can't help but feel a bit like a naughty schoolboy, sneaking around in the dark with his lover. It's a thrill that adds a layer of excitement to their already charged encounter.
*He needs to stop thinking about Zoro as his lover... he is just his friend.*
In the bathroom, Zoro starts filling the tub with hot water, the steam billowing into the cool night air. Sanji watches him, his heart still racing from their encounter. He can't deny the feelings that have bloomed between them, but he's also aware of the potential complications that could arise. They've always had a unique bond, one forged through battles and adventures, but this... this is something entirely new.
Deciding to wash off first, Sanji steps into the shower, the hot water cascading over his body like a warm embrace. He closes his eyes, the droplets beating against his skin, washing away the sweat and doubt. The sound of the water is a soothing melody, and he lets it wash over him, his thoughts drifting to the swordsman waiting outside the stall.
As he opens his eyes, Zoro steps in, his body a sculpted masterpiece of muscles and scars. He doesn't say a word, just wraps his arms around Sanji from behind, his chest pressing against the cook's back. Sanji's heart skips a beat, his body instinctively leaning into the warmth of the swordsman's embrace. Zoro's hands move to Sanji's chest, his calloused fingers tracing patterns on the wet skin, sending a shiver down the cook's spine.
"Ok I admit cook, you have a handsome body." Zoro confesses in his ear.
Sanji feels a thrill run through him, the warmth of the water mixing with the heat of Zoro's breath against his skin. "Thanks, Zoro," he murmurs, leaning back into the swordsman's embrace. He's not used to being the center of attention like this, not used to compliment, not used to be treated right.
"You are tense and you're shaking. What's going on?" Zoro asks.
"Nothing."
"You won't sound weak if you tell me."
Zoro's voice is firm but gentle, his grip on Sanji's shoulders a comforting presence. Sanji sighs, his body relaxing slightly under the warm spray. "I'm just... a little bit... no, really, it's nothing. Let's bath."
They move to the tub, the water steaming and inviting. Sanji sinks into it with a contented groan, the heat seeping into his bones. Zoro follows, his larger frame fitting surprisingly well against Sanji's smaller one. The swordsman wraps an arm around the cook, pulling him closer until his chest is pressed against his back. Sanji's eyes drift closed, his head resting on Zoro's broad shoulder.
"I've got you, cook," Zoro murmurs, his voice a soothing rumble. Sanji feels the swordsman's other hand begin to rub slow circles into his chest, his thumb brushing over a nipple, eliciting a gasp from him. His hand slides down, tracing the contours of Sanji's abs before coming to rest on his hip.
"So, you're going to fuck me, right?"
Sanji's voice is a mix of excitement and nerves as he looks over his shoulder at Zoro, whose eyes are dark with desire. The swordsman nods, a smirk playing on his lips as he reaches for a bar of soap.
"And since I fucked you the way I love to fuck, I assume you will do the same with me." Sanji continues.
Zoro chuckles, his deep voice resonating through the steamy room. "You're eager, aren't you?"
"More curious about what you are going to do. You claim intensity, challenge, dominance... are you going to be like what, brutal?"
"Scared to be broken, cook?"
"I'm not made of glass..."
Sanji's words are met with a low, rumbling laugh from Zoro, the kind that sends warmth spiraling through Sanji's chest. He can feel Zoro's hand sliding down his body, the soap creating a slippery trail as the swordsman explores every inch of his skin. The gentle touch is surprisingly sensual, and Sanji can't help but lean into it, his body responding to the promise of more to come.
"I fuck deep and intense, as I told you. I will find all your spots, push all your limits and drive you crazy. I'm going to dirty talk to you and make you moan like you never did." Zoro purrs in his ear.
Sanji swallows hard, his cock already showing signs of life again. "You're going to make me scream?"
"Oh indeed I will."
Zoro's voice is a dark, seductive whisper, sending a shiver down Sanji's spine. The swordsman's hand slides lower, teasing the cook's growing erection with the slick bar of soap. Sanji gasps, his hips jerking slightly as Zoro wraps his hand around it, stroking it with a firmness that's both thrilling and a bit intimidating.
"Mhh almost hard again, perverted cook?"
Zoro's teasing voice in Sanji's ear sends a shiver down his spine, and he feels his cock swell further in the swordsman's grip. He can't deny that he's turned on by Zoro's words, by the promise of a new kind of intensity that he's never experienced before. He nods, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of red.
"We should go back to crow's nest, right, Sanji-kun?" Zoro teases.
Sanji's eyes widen in surprise, but then he smiles. "You want to take it there again?"
"Yes, so nobody will hear you scream."
Zoro's smug grin is answer enough for Sanji, who can't help but laugh despite the anticipation building in his chest. The crow's nest had been their secret sanctuary during this unexpected turn of events, and the thought of returning to that place filled him with both excitement and a hint of nervousness.
"Alright, mosshead. Let's go."
With a playful shove, Sanji stands, the water sluicing off his body as he grabs a towel. They both dry off quickly, their eyes never leaving each other's, the tension palpable as they make their way back to the crow's nest. The air is cooler outside the bathroom, but the warmth of their desire keeps them from feeling the chill.
Climbing the ropes to the crow's nest, Sanji's heart races in anticipation. The moon is high in the sky now, casting a silvery glow over the rooftop of the Thousand Sunny, the waves below a gentle lullaby to their impending passion.
Zoro leads the way, his strong body moving with the grace of a cat, despite his usual gruff demeanor. Sanji follows, feeling a thrill of excitement and nerves that make his stomach flip. As they reach the crow's nest, Zoro turns to him, his eyes burning with a desire that makes Sanji's knees go weak.
"On your back, cook," Zoro orders, his voice a low growl. Sanji's heart skips a beat, but he does as he's told, lying down on the soft blanket they've laid out earlier. The swordsman looms over him, his muscular form casting a shadow on Sanji's body, making him feel both protected and exposed at the same time.
Zoro's hands are firm as they grasp Sanji's hips, turning him over so that he's lying on his stomach. Sanji's breath hitches in anticipation, his eyes squeezed shut. He can feel Zoro's body against his, warm and larger.
"How am I going to eat you, sexy..." Zoro whispers in his ear.
Sanji feels Zoro's breath hot on his neck, and his body responds with a shiver of excitement. The swordsman's hand is still on his hip, his grip tightening slightly as he leans in closer, his mouth hovering just above Sanji's skin. Sanji's breath catches in his throat as he feels the first gentle press of Zoro's lips against the sensitive spot just below his ear.
Zoro's teeth graze the tender flesh, his breathing heavy and uneven. Sanji's eyes fly open, his body arching up slightly as Zoro's teeth move down his neck, nipping and licking a path to his shoulder. The swordsman's hand slides down to cup his ass.
"Can I talk dirty to you, cook?" Zoro asks, his voice a rough whisper in Sanji's ear.
Sanji nods, his breath hitching as he feels Zoro's cock pressing against his thigh. "Yes, please do."
Zoro's mouth moves down Sanji's spine, planting open-mouthed kisses that leave a trail of fire in their wake. His teeth nip at the taut skin, eliciting a low moan from the cook. Sanji's body responds instinctively, his hips moving back to meet Zoro's, seeking more contact, more heat.
"Your ass is so perfect, cook," Zoro murmurs, his breath hot and tickling against Sanji's skin. "So round and firm, just begging to be fucked."
"I never... you know."
Sanji's voice is a shaky whisper as he feels Zoro's hands spread his cheeks, the cool night air making him shiver. The swordsman's breath is hot against his skin, his kisses leaving a trail of fire as they move down Sanji's spine. The cook's body is taut with anticipation, every nerve ending singing with desire.
"What are you doing?" Sanji asks.
"What does it feel like?"
Zoro's question is a hot breath against Sanji's skin as he kisses lower, his tongue tracing the cleft of his ass before pressing against his tight entrance. Sanji gasps, his body tensing.
"You're so warm inside, cook," Zoro murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "I'm going to stretch you out, make you scream my name."
"I did not expect you to lick... here."
Sanji's voice is shaky with excitement as he feels Zoro's tongue press against his tight hole, the sensation both surprising and incredibly arousing. He's never been touched like this before, never been the focus of such intense desire and care. It's overwhelming, and he can't help but push back into the sensation, his body craving more.
"Spread your legs wider, cook," Zoro orders, his voice gruff with need. Sanji complies, his legs shaking as he exposes himself more to the swordsman. The anticipation is almost too much to bear as he feels Zoro's tongue probe gently at his entrance, the wet heat sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"Your ass is so tight," Zoro says, his voice a dark, seductive whisper. "I'm going to loosen you up, make you ready for me."
"Zoro... find my spots, please. Push me to my limit like you want to do it..."
Sanji's voice is a needy whimper, his body squirming under the swordsman's touch. He's never been so exposed, so vulnerable, and it's intoxicating. Zoro chuckles, his breath hot against Sanji's skin as he kisses his way back up to the cook's ear.
"Your body is telling me everything I need to know," he says, his voice a low, dark promise. His hand slides between Sanji's thighs, his fingers skimming over the soft, sensitive skin of his balls. Sanji gasps, his hips jerking at the unexpected touch. "But do you really know your own body, cook?" He purrs, grabbing his throath again.
Zoro's fingers begin to trace patterns on Sanji's perineum, the area between his balls and his asshole. It's a place that's often ignored, but it's a spot that can drive a man wild if touched right. And Zoro knows exactly how to touch it. His fingers are firm but gentle, exploring every inch with the precision of a master swordsman. Sanji's body responds with a jolt of pleasure, his cock pulsing with need.
"Oh fuck," Sanji gasps, his body arching off the blanket.
"You like that?" Zoro whispers, his breath hot against Sanji's neck.
Sanji nods, unable to form coherent words as Zoro's fingers continue to play him like a fiddle, drawing out notes of pleasure he didn't know existed. "Yes, yes..."
"Let me show you how it feels when I massage it right." Zoro says.
Sanji's breath hitches as Zoro's fingers start to work in earnest, pressing and rubbing his prostate through his perineum in a way that sends waves of pleasure through his body. The cook's eyes roll back in his head, his mouth open in a silent scream.
"You're going to come for me like this," Zoro murmurs, his voice a dark promise. "You're going to beg for me to fill you up, aren't you?"
Sanji's only response is a whine, his hips rocking back against the swordsman's hand as the pleasure builds. He can feel his orgasm coiling tight in his balls, the sensation unbearable and delicious.
"Please, Zoro... use your tongue again. I think I like it..."
Zoro's chuckle is dark and satisfied as he kisses his way back down Sanji's spine. He licks at the tight ring of muscle, teasing it open with the tip of his tongue before plunging deep, making the cook moan and buck his hips. Sanji's legs spread wider, giving the swordsman better access, his body begging for more.
"So responsive," Zoro murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to be so good for me, cook. You're going to take every inch of my cock like the good boy you are."
Sanji's body responds to the dirty talk, his hole quivering with need. He's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so alive. Zoro's tongue is relentless, pushing him closer and closer to the edge, and Sanji can't help but moan, his hips bucking back into the swordsman's face.
As the orgasm starts to build, Zoro pulls away, replacing his mouth with a single, lubricated finger. Sanji gasps as he feels the digit breach his entrance, the sensation of fullness sending a fresh wave of pleasure through him. "So tight, cook," Zoro murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "But I know you can take more."
"More," Sanji pants, his body begging for the swordsman's touch. Zoro's finger slides in and out, a gentle but insistent rhythm that has Sanji's toes curling and his back arching. "Yes, yes, like that."
"Is that all you can take, cook?" Zoro asks, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Let's see how much you really can handle." He adds a second finger, stretching Sanji wider. Sanji's eyes fly open, his breath hitching at the slight burn. But it's not painful, it's... different. And as Zoro starts to scissor his fingers, finding that perfect spot inside him, Sanji feels the beginnings of a new kind of pleasure, one he's never felt before.
"Shit, shit, shit! Where are you touching? Inside it was..."
Sanji's words are cut off by a gasp as Zoro's fingers find that magical spot, the prostate swelling and releasing a burst of pleasure that sends a shockwave through his body. The swordsman's chuckle is a dark sound of triumph.
"You're going to love this," Zoro promises, his voice a low rumble in Sanji's ear. "I'm going to make you come so hard you'll see stars."
Sanji can feel the swordsman's confidence in his touch, his fingers working their magic inside him, hitting that spot that makes him see white. It's a sensation he's never experienced before, and he's powerless to resist it. His body is Zoro's plaything, and he's loving every second of it.
"Touch yourself cook."
Zoro's gruff voice is a command, not a question, and Sanji's hand obeys almost of its own accord, reaching down to wrap around his cock. He's already leaking pre-cum, a testament to the swordsman's skilled mouth and hands. Sanji's strokes are tentative at first, unsure of what Zoro expects from him.
"How hard are you?"
Sanji's breath hitches as Zoro's voice penetrated the haze of pleasure, his hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking in time with the swordsman's relentless rhythm inside him. "So... so hard," he manages to get out, his voice strained.
"Is it sensible?"
Sanji nods, his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth gritted against the onslaught of sensations. Zoro's fingers are like a maestro playing a symphony of pleasure within him, and he can't help but respond with a crescendo of moans and whimpers.
"Touch your favorite spot, the one under the head."
Sanji's hand moves on autopilot, his thumb finding the sensitive area just beneath the glans. His strokes become more purposeful as he follows Zoro's instructions, the swordsman's fingers still working magic inside him. The combination of the internal and external sensations is almost too much to bear, and Sanji's moans grow louder, echoing in the quiet night air.
"Now tell me what you really feel."
Zoro's voice is a dark command, his fingers still working Sanji's prostate with a skill that leaves the cook breathless. Sanji's hand tightens around his cock, his strokes growing more erratic as the swordsman's touch brings him closer and closer to the edge. "It's... it's like nothing I've ever felt before," he gasps out, his voice strained.
"Describe it."
Sanji's voice is barely above a whisper, his eyes squeezed shut as Zoro's fingers continue to explore him, the swordsman's breath hot and ragged in his ear.
"It's... it's like an electric current," Sanji gasps, his body tightening around Zoro's fingers. "Every time you touch me there, it's like... it's like I'm going to fly apart."
Zoro's chuckle is dark and sinful, his breath hot against Sanji's skin. "That's just the start, cook. You're going to come so hard for me, you'll think you're going to shatter into a million pieces."
Sanji's moans grow louder, his body trembling as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He's never felt this way before, like he's teetering on the brink of something so intense, so all-consuming.
"Ready to be fucked, cook?" Zoro's voice is a dark whisper, his breath hot and heavy against Sanji's ear.
Sanji's body responds before his brain can even process the question, his ass pushing back into the swordsman's hand. "Yes," he gasps, his voice shaky with desire. "What are you waiting for?"
Zoro's chuckle is low and predatory this time as he withdraws his fingers, the loss of pressure making Sanji whine with need. He feels the swordsman position himself, the blunt head of his cock nudging at his entrance. Sanji's body tenses, his hand tightening around his cock as he braces himself for the intrusion.
"Relax," Zoro murmurs, his voice a gentle caress in the night air. "Let me in, cook."
Sanji takes a deep breath, his body quaking with anticipation as he feels the tip of Zoro's cock at his entrance. He tries to remember all the times Zoro had been there for him, all the battles they've fought side by side. This is just another challenge, another step in their journey. He nods, his eyes still squeezed shut.
With a slow, deliberate push, Zoro enters him. Sanji bites back a scream, the sensation of being filled so completely both painful and exquisite. It's nothing like he's ever felt before, and for a moment, he's not sure if he can handle it. But Zoro is patient, his movements gentle and measured, giving Sanji's body time to adjust. The cook feels his muscles slowly relax, his breathing evening out as the swordsman continues to push inside him.
"Your ass is so tight, cook," Zoro whispers, his voice thick with lust. "It's like you were made for me."
Sanji's eyes fly open, meeting Zoro's intense gaze. "Don't flatter me," he says, trying to hide the desperation in his voice. But Zoro's words have a profound effect on him, making him feel wanted, needed. The swordsman's cock continues to fill him, inch by slow inch, and Sanji's body stretches to accommodate the intrusion.
"You like that, don't you?" Zoro murmurs, his voice a dark seduction. "You like hearing how much I want you, how much I need to claim you."
Sanji's eyes widen in the moonlit darkness of the crow's nest, his heart racing. It's true; he does like it. He's never been the one to be desired so openly, so fervently. It's a heady feeling, one that makes him want to submit to Zoro completely. He nods, unable to find his voice amidst the overwhelming sensations.
Zoro seems to understand, his own eyes dark with passion as he watches Sanji's reaction. The swordsman leans in closer, his breath hot against Sanji's cheek. "You're mine, cook," he murmurs, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down the cook's spine. "I want to hear you say it."
Sanji's chest heaves with the effort of controlling his breathing, his eyes locked on Zoro's. "Then you're mine too," he says, his voice a shaky whisper that holds a hint of challenge.
Zoro's gaze intensifies, his eyes blazing with desire and something more, something deeper. He leans in, capturing Sanji's mouth in a hard, possessive kiss. Sanji moans into the kiss, feeling the swordsman's cock slide deeper still, filling him up until there's no space left, until they're connected in a way that's more than just physical.
As they break for air, Zoro starts to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes Sanji's eyes roll back in his head. The cook's body moves with the swordsman's, his hips pushing back to meet each thrust. The pain is still there, but it's mixed with something else now, something that feels suspiciously like pleasure. Sanji's hand moves to grip the blanket beneath him, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back his moans. Zoro's cock hits that spot inside him that sends sparks of pleasure through his body, and he can't help but arch his back, silently begging for more.
Suddenly, Zoro's hand is on his throat, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. "You're so beautiful when you're desperate for it," the swordsman whispers, his voice a dark purr that sends a shiver down Sanji's spine.
Sanji's eyes fly open, meeting Zoro's fiery gaze. The swordsman's grip on his throat tightens, not enough to choke, but enough to make him feel owned, claimed. The cook's heart races, his cock pulsing with excitement as he feels the power dynamics shift even further in Zoro's favor. "Tell me, cook," Zoro says, his voice low and demanding. "Do you like it when I fuck you like this?"
"Yes," Sanji gasps, his voice barely audible. The way Zoro's hand wraps around his throat, the way the swordsman's cock stretches him, fills him up – it's all too much, and yet not enough. He craves more of this power play, this delicious tango of dominance and submission. "I like it," he whispers, his voice shaky with desire.
"Good," Zoro growls, his hips moving faster, his grip tightening slightly. "You're going to take it all, cook. Every. Last. Inch." His words are punctuated with each thrust, driving home the point that Sanji is utterly at his mercy. Sanji nods, his body responding to the dark promise in Zoro's voice, his own cock throbbing in time with the swordsman's relentless rhythm.
"Tell me how much you want it," Zoro demands, his voice a seductive whisper that sends a shiver down Sanji's spine. "How much you want my cock inside you."
Sanji's breath comes in ragged gasps, his eyes never leaving Zoro's intense gaze. "I want it," he manages to say, his voice barely above a whimper. "Please make love to me."
*Love?* Zoro thinks for himself. *Sanji is thinking love about him?*
Zoro's rhythm falters for a moment, the intensity of Sanji's words striking him like a bolt of lightning. He's never had anyone look at him like that, never felt anyone's body respond to him so completely. He swallows hard, his grip on Sanji's throat loosening slightly as he tries to process this new revelation. But the cook's body is still moving with him, still begging for more, and Zoro's own need is too great to deny. He starts to move again, his hips slapping against Sanji's ass as he fucks him with a passion that's both fierce and gentle.
Their bodies are slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the stillness of the night air. Sanji's moans grow louder, his hand moving faster on his own cock as he feels his orgasm building again. Zoro's grip on his hip tightens, his other hand still wrapped around Sanji's throat, holding him in place as he drives into him. It's a delicate balance of power and care, a dance that's as old as time itself. Zoro's eyes are focused on Sanji's back, the muscles rippling beneath his skin as he takes each thrust. He can see the tension in every line of the cook's body, feel it in the way he tightens around his cock. The swordsman leans down, his teeth finding the sensitive skin of Sanji's neck. He bites down gently, just enough to leave a mark, and feels the cook's body spasm with pleasure.
Sanji's hand moves faster on his cock, his breathing coming in ragged gasps. "I'm going to come," he whispers, his voice desperate.
"Not yet," Zoro says, his voice firm. He withdraws his cock, leaving Sanji feeling empty and needy. The cook looks up at him, his eyes glazed with lust and confusion.
With surprising agility, Zoro flips Sanji onto his back, pinning his wrists to the blanket. "I said not yet," he repeats, his eyes burning with a fiery need that sends a shiver down Sanji's spine. Sanji nods, his body trembling with anticipation as the swordsman positions himself between his legs once more.
Zoro's cock slams into him without warning, making Sanji cry out. The angle is different, the sensation more intense. Every inch of him feels stretched to the breaking point, but it's not painful. It's... exhilarating. Sanji's legs wrap around Zoro's waist, his heels digging into the swordsman's back as he tries to pull him deeper, harder.
"You want it rough, don't you, cook?" Zoro asks, his voice a dark whisper. "You want me to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Sanji's eyes widen, his body trembling with anticipation. "Y-yes," he stammers, the word barely leaving his lips.
"Say it louder," Zoro demands, his cock still buried deep inside Sanji. "Tell me how much you want it."
Sanji's cheeks flush, but his voice is clear and firm. "I want it," he says, his eyes never leaving Zoro's. "I want you to fuck me hard and intense."
Zoro's grin is wicked, his eyes glinting in the moonlight. "With pleasure," he says, and the air around them seems to crackle with energy. He slams into Sanji again, the force of his thrusts making the cook's body bounce on the blanket. Sanji's eyes roll back in his head, a long, low moan escaping his lips.
"Moan cook."
Zoro's voice is a dark demand, his hips pounding into Sanji with a force that steals the cook's breath away. Sanji's eyes fly open, and he does as he's told, his mouth forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure as he cries out, the sound echoing off the walls of the crow's nest. Zoro's eyes light up with satisfaction at the sound, his rhythm not faltering for a beat.
"That's it, cook," Zoro murmurs, his voice a low growl. "Take it all for me. Take every inch of my cock like the perverted cook you are." Sanji's eyes widen, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through him. He's never been talked to like this before, and he can't deny the thrill it gives him, the way it makes his body respond with an intensity he's never felt before.
"Zoro... kiss me..."
Sanji's voice is a needy plea, and Zoro doesn't hesitate. He leans down, capturing the cook's lips in a fierce kiss that steals the breath from both of them. Sanji's legs wrap tighter around the swordsman's waist, pulling him closer, his hips meeting each of Zoro's thrusts with an eagerness that's almost desperate. In the back of his mind, a tiny voice whispers that this is wrong. That Zoro should be his friend, his comrade in arms, nothing more. But the feel of the swordsman's body against his, the taste of his mouth, the way he makes him feel so... alive... it's like a drug, and Sanji is hopelessly addicted. The cook's eyes dart to the side, the guilt a sour taste in his mouth. But then Zoro's hand moves to cup his face, tilting it back up to meet his gaze, and all Sanji can see is the raw desire burning in the swordsman's eyes. It's a look that makes him forget all about his reservations, all about the lines he's crossing.
"Z-Zoro... I'm feeling bad things..."
Sanji's voice is strained with pleasure and a hint of fear, his body stretched to the brink of what he thought was possible. Zoro's eyes never leave his, the swordsman's own passion and need clear in his gaze.
"You're feeling good, aren't you?" Zoro asks, his voice a mix of concern and arousal. "You're not just saying that because you think I want to hear it?"
"It's not that... I'm feeling things I shouldn't feel toward you..."
Sanji's voice trails off as Zoro's eyes search his, the intensity of their gaze unwavering. The swordsman's thrusts slow, his hand moving to gently stroke Sanji's cheek. "What do you feel, cook?" he asks, his voice softer than before.
"You know me..." Sanji whispers.
Zoro's eyes search his, reading the turmoil in Sanji's expression. "What do you feel?" he asks again, his voice softer, more gentle than before.
Sanji swallows, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I feel like I'm falling for you."
The words hang in the air, heavy with meaning and consequence. Zoro's eyes widen, his thrusts momentarily stalling. The silence is deafening, the only sound the crashing of the waves below and the harsh breaths of the two men tangled together. Sanji's heart thuds in his chest, his body trembling with anticipation and fear of rejection.
But instead of pulling away, Zoro's gaze softens, his movements becoming more gentle. He leans down to kiss Sanji again, a tender kiss filled with unspoken promises. "Good," he murmurs against the cook's lips. "Because I've been falling for you too."
Sanji's eyes widen in shock, his body responding with a wave of pleasure that's almost painful. He'd never dared hope that Zoro felt the same way, had convinced himself that it was just a fleeting moment of passion. But as their eyes meet, as their bodies move together in a dance that's as old as time, Sanji knows it's more than that. "What? When?"
Zoro's smile is gentle, his eyes filled with a warmth that Sanji hasn't seen before. "I've always noticed you, cook. The way you stand up for what's right, the way you care about our crew. And tonight..." He trails off, his eyes dropping to Sanji's swollen lips. "Tonight, I knew I had to have you."
Sanji's chest tightens with emotion, his heart racing as he feels the depth of Zoro's feelings. The swordsman's words resonate within him, filling him with a warmth that's more potent than any liquor he's ever tasted. "But we're crewmates," he whispers, the doubt lingering despite his body's betrayal.
"And what's wrong with that?" Zoro counters, his voice firm. "We've faced hell and back together. Why can't we face this? Cook, you asked me to kill you, couple of days ago..."
Sanji's eyes widen at the reminder, the gravity of the situation crashing down on him. "But that was..."
"Different," Zoro interrupts, his voice a low rumble. "This isn't about friendship or loyalty or any of that. This is about us, about what we want." He leans down, capturing Sanji's mouth in a kiss that's as fierce as it is tender. "And I want you, cook. More than I've ever wanted anything, I don't care to be in love. I don't want to be in relationship. But if it's you, then I’m glad to make the exception."
Sanji's eyes shine with unshed tears, the warmth of Zoro's words spreading through him like a warm embrace. "Yeah," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I want you too."
Zoro's smile is soft, his eyes full of understanding as he kisses Sanji again, his thumb tracing the cook's bottom lip. "Then let's not overthink it," he murmurs. "Let's just... feel."
Sanji nods, his eyes never leaving Zoro's as the swordsman starts to move again, his cock sliding in and out of Sanji's body with a slow, steady rhythm that feels like a promise. The cook's eyes close, his head falling back as he surrenders to the sensations. The pain has given way to pleasure now, a sweet agony that makes him crave more of Zoro's touch.
"Look at me, cook," Zoro whispers, his voice a dark seduction that sends a shiver down Sanji's spine. Sanji's eyes open, and he meets the swordsman's gaze, his cheeks flushed with desire. "Tell me how much you like it when I fuck you like this."
Sanji's breath hitches, his voice strained. "I love it," he admits, the words spilling out of him like a confession. "Your cock feels so... good."
"What does it feel, inside you?"
Sanji gasps, his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to find the right words. "It's... full," he finally says, his voice trembling. "So full, Zoro."
"What if I touch you here too?" Zoro whispers as his thumb slides sensually on Sanji's glans.
Sanji's eyes fly open, his body jolting with surprise at the sudden, exquisite sensation. "Wh-what?"
Zoro smirks, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You heard me," he murmurs, his thumb circling Sanji's slit with a teasing pressure. "What if I make you feel even better?"
Sanji's eyes widen, his breath hitching as Zoro's thumb starts to rub in earnest, coating his cock in pre-cum. The swordsman's other hand is still wrapped around Sanji's throat, the power play sending a thrill through the cook's body. "Do it," he says, his voice a desperate whisper. "Please, do it."
Zoro's smirk widens, his eyes never leaving Sanji's. "You want it that bad, huh?" He whispers, his voice a dark seduction that sends a shiver down the cook's spine. "You want me to make you feel like you're going to burst?"
Sanji nods frantically, his hips bucking up to meet Zoro's. "Yes, yes, please..."
Zoro's smile widens, his voice dropping to a low purr. "You're so desperate for it, aren't you? So eager to come for me." He leans down, his breath hot against Sanji's ear. "You want me to make you scream my name?"
Sanji's eyes squeeze shut, his body taut with need. "Y-yes," he stammers, his voice barely a whisper. "I want to come for you."
"Good boy," Zoro praises, his voice a low, seductive growl. "You're going to come so hard, you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow." He tightens his grip on Sanji's throat, just a fraction, the pressure sending a thrill through the cook's body. "You're going to scream my name so loud, the whole ship will know you're mine."
Sanji's eyes fly open, his cheeks flushing with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. "Y-yes, I will," he whispers, his voice thick with desire.
Zoro's hand on his cock moves faster, his thumb pressing harder on the sensitive spot beneath the head. Sanji's hips jerk upward, his body responding instinctively to the intense sensation. "Oh, fuck," he gasps, his eyes never leaving Zoro's.
The swordsman's gaze is intense, his eyes dark with need as he watches the cook's body respond to his touch. "You're mine," he murmurs again, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through Sanji's very soul. "Say it."
"I'm yours," Sanji whispers, his voice shaky. "I belong to you, Zoro."
The words seem to be the catalyst that sets off a chain reaction within Zoro. His movements become more urgent, his hips driving into Sanji with a force that's almost punishing. Sanji cries out, his body arching off the blanket as the swordsman's hand tightens on his cock.
"Look at me," Zoro demands, his voice hoarse. "Look at me when you come."
Sanji opens his eyes, meeting Zoro's fiery gaze. The swordsman's thumb presses down hard on his frenulum, and with a strangled cry, Sanji's orgasm hits him like a tidal wave, his body convulsing around Zoro's cock as he shoots ropes of cum onto his stomach. Zoro watches him come, his own need growing with every spasm that passes through the cook's body. He feels Sanji's muscles tighten around him, the sweet clench of his ass, and it's all he can take. With a final, powerful thrust, the swordsman lets go, filling Sanji with his hot, sticky seed. They lie there for a moment, panting and spent, their bodies entwined in a sticky mess of sweat and cum. The moon casts a soft glow over them, painting them in shades of silver and shadow. Sanji's eyes are glazed with pleasure, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
"Wow," he finally manages to murmur, his voice a soft rumble. "That was... intense."
Zoro's smile is smug, his eyes still filled with the fire of their shared passion. "You liked it?" he asks, his voice teasing. "Told you I was about intensity. But you are too, first round was also intense."
Sanji can't help but laugh, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Yeah," he says, his voice still a bit breathless. "I liked it. A lot."
Zoro pulls out gently, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watches the cook's body react to the sudden emptiness. "I knew you would," he says, his voice filled with satisfaction.
Sanji's face flushes a deep red as the reality of their confessions sinks in. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. Zoro leans over, pressing a soft kiss to Sanji's swollen lips, tasting the sweetness of their shared release. "It's okay," he murmurs against the cook's mouth. "We don't have to label it."
The cook nods, his eyes searching Zoro's, looking for any sign of regret or doubt. But all he finds is the same fiery passion that burns within him. The swordsman kisses him again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding into Sanji's mouth, tasting him thoroughly.
"Let's not think too much about it," Zoro says, his voice a gentle rumble. "We're both adults. We can handle this."
Sanji nods, his eyes still locked on Zoro's. "Yeah," he whispers, his heart racing. "We can handle this. But first cuddle me with your big arms, you muscle-head."
Zoro chuckles, a sound that's surprisingly gentle coming from the usually stoic swordsman. He obliges, wrapping his arms around Sanji and pulling him into a tight embrace. The cook nests into the crook of his neck, his body fitting against Zoro's like they were made for each other.
"Hey cook."
Sanji jolts out of his thoughts, his eyes snapping to Zoro's. "What?"
"After the cuddle, stuff me full of your food. I'm starving." Zoro whispers.
Sanji's eyes light up with a mischievous glint. "Oh, so you want to eat, do you?" He teases, his voice a low purr as he trails a finger down Zoro's chest.
"Not that kind of food, you pervert," Zoro says, though there's a hint of a smirk on his face. He tightens his arms around Sanji, holding him close. "But yeah, I'm hungry."
Sanji laughs, the sound light and carefree. "Alright, alright," he says, pressing a kiss to Zoro's neck. "I'll cook you up a storm."
They lay there, their breathing evening out as their bodies cool. The silence between them is no longer filled with tension, but rather a newfound understanding and comfort. The swordsman's embrace feels like home, and Sanji knows he's found something special, something he never knew he needed.
With a sigh, Sanji closes his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. He can't believe it. He's had Zoro all to himself, in every way possible. The game of "Never Have I Ever" had led them down a path that neither could have anticipated, but here they were, entwined in each other's arms, their friendship transformed into something deeper, something that makes his heart flutter like a caged bird.
"Never I have ever had a boyfriend." Sanji teases.
Zoro chuckles, his hand stroking Sanji's hair. "And now?"
"Now I have a stubborn mosshead." He smiles.
"Hey, watch your mouth," Zoro says, though the affection in his voice is clear. "But if it makes you happy, then I can be that, curly brows."
Sanji's heart swells with warmth at the words, and he presses closer to Zoro. "It does make me happy," he whispers. "But I have a request."
Zoro tilts his head, curiosity piqued. "What is it?"
"Next time, talk dirtier to me." He smirks.
Zoro raises an eyebrow, his smirk mirroring Sanji's. “Noted."