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Zoro threw his dumbbells down in frustration. He had lost count of his reps again due to that fucking cook’s scent permeating the air. It made him wanna hurl. Not that Sanji smelled unpleasant. Ever, actually. Quite the opposite. The chef always smelled like lemon, herbs, and black pepper tinged with the flavor of his cigarettes. Even after a battle as he was soaking in his own blood, the cook smelled fucking delicious.
That wasn’t the problem here. The problem was that Sanji was going into rut and the bastard had no outlet for his sexual frustration. Sanji reeked of daddy issues and repressed gay thoughts and it drove Zoro to drink. More than usual anyway. He couldn’t stand the way the cook pushed down his feelings into little boxes and took it out on the dishes after dinner, souring the air with his negativity.
The rest of the crew were all betas, and Chopper had yet to present his secondary gender. The only one who could truly smell what was going on was Zoro, the other alpha on the crew. The two of them could always tell when the other was going into rut and had formed a reluctant support system for each other. When one went into rut, the other picked up extra watches or chores, taking turns keeping Luffy out of trouble. But, the support they found in each other didn’t fix the actual problem.
There was only one solution to this problem, and that was if Sanji found an omega to spend his rut with. Zoro rolled his eyes at himself as he cursed himself for his idiotic idea. Anything to quit smelling misery chainsmoking in a tailored suit.
“Hey asshole,” Zoro opened the galley door forcefully, letting it slam behind him.
“What is it this time, Moss-for-brains?” Sanji flicked his hair back as he chopped vegetables aggressively.
“You’re gonna dull your knives if you keep that up,” Zoro baited him.
Sanji stood up straighter, attempting to ground himself with a deep breath.
“Yes, I’ll fucking– sharpen them later. What’s it to you?”
“Dunno, you usually care too much about your precious cutlery.”
Sanji fumed.
“You dickhead, I know you can smell me from the dumb face you’re making. Don’t gotta rub it in. I’m suffering enough here,” he resumed chopping veggies.
“About that, cook,” Zoro lifted an eyebrow.
“Oh no, he’s trying to use his braincells,” Sanji scoffed.
“I’ll bottom for you," Zoro blurted out.
Classic Zoro. Straight to the point. Sanji stopped everything he was doing, his jaw dropped. “Excuse me? And why would I wanna knot you of all people?”
“Not like you’ve gotten any action since I’ve known you,” Zoro drawled.
“HAVE TOO, IDIOT,” Sanji’s face started turning red. “Besides, what’s in it for you? There’s gotta be a catch.”
“No catch, Cook. Just trying to help out. If we get in a fight with the Navy or another pirate ship, we need you at your best. Can’t have your performance drop just because you’re hornier than usual.”
“I perform just fine, thank you.” Sanji washed his hands, drying them on the towel on his shoulder. “However,” he paused. “It would be really nice to get this rut over with. Additionally, by your plant logic, the same principles apply to you too. Plus, I have to feed you extra and deal with your nasty stank during your ruts. If we do this equally, we can get back to our usual training faster. Gods know I hate how prolonged mine are.”
“Great. So we have a deal.”
Sanji just mumbled under his breath as Zoro slammed the door behind him.
The smell of sweat and sex filled the small room below deck, echoing with the sound of the wooden bedframe creaking.
“Fuck, Zoro.” Sanji breathed heavily.
Zoro reached behind him to grab Sanji’s hair as he thrusted deeper into his cunt. As much as this was a mutual favor for them both, it was nice to get laid.
Zoro grunted, legs quivering enough to make him lean his torso further into the mattress as Sanji pounded him. Sanji stabilized him with one arm around his muscular waist and pulled Zoro closer in delirium.
“You gonna breed me, Shit Cook?” Zoro teased, “Make me take your knot?”
Sanji didn’t dignify the question with a response, but flipped Zoro from being on all fours to laying on his back. He grabbed Zoro’s chin harshly, curbing the urge to put both his hands around Zoro’s thick neck. Zoro opened his mouth with a look of mischief. Sanji took the cue and laid his thumb on Zoro’s tongue while he kept a grip on his chin. Zoro sucked, then bit his thumb just sharply enough to elicit a hiss out of the chef.
“Knock it off, you stupid piece of Moss. You’re gonna pay for that.” Sanji pushed Zoro’s legs further back and grabbed a fistful of green hair at the nape of his neck. On the next deep thrust Sanji sunk his teeth into the underside of Zoro’s jaw. Zoro gasped at the twinge of pain that radiated into pleasure as he nudged Sanji to keep going. Sanji’s cock swelled as he neared completion. Zoro reached for his own dick, but Sanji swatted his hand away and grabbed him roughly, sliding over his length in sync with his thrusts.
The tidal wave of orgasm crashed over them both simultaneously, leaving them gasping for breath as they drowned in each other.
Sanji’s arms started to shake as he panted, when a calloused hand rested heavily on the small of his back, pushing him into Zoro’s sculpted chest.
How could he be so impossibly warm?
“Just rest, Love Cook. You already smell better. Not like we’re going anywhere soon anyway–” Zoro rested his other hand on the back of Sanji’s neck. Sanji relaxed into the touch, letting his full weight rest on the man beneath him. Zoro felt him grumble something to himself.
“Have something to say? Not good enough for Mr. Prince?” Zoro teased.
Sanji raised his head, getting up in Zoro’s face. “It’s adequate, okay? Just don’t expect me to be all romantic with you as I am with the ladies. Got it?”
“Like I’d expect anything like that from you. Come my next rut, you’re toast, Curlybrows.”
“Shut the fuck up, Moss.”
Zoro’s next rut was more intense than usual. He was never the kind of alpha that needed anything from anyone, omega or otherwise. He kept to himself until it passed. This time, he found himself zoning out in the crow’s nest, pouring all of his energy into squatting three times his bodyweight. For all his efforts, he could not get his raging boner to calm down at all. His body craved sensation, so he did every high-impact and cardio routine he could think of. The only other thing that would help him besides taking a swim in a frozen lake would be to call in his favor with Sanji. He kept trying to get the resolve to ask, but asking for help versus offering it was very different. He didn’t like having to need.
The trap door to the crow’s nest opened with a thud, and a mop of blond hair appeared, followed by a tray of goodies.
“I can smell your pent-up bullshit all the way down in the galley. When were you gonna put me out of my misery and ask to fuck?” Sanji gruffed, shoving the tray in the direction of the swordsman.
Zoro dropped his weights with a grunt and grabbed a hand towel to dry the sweat clinging to his body.
“Well, dumbass?” Sanji lit up a cigarette.
“If you’re gonna smoke in my workout room, at least open the window, you jerk.” Zoro cracked the windows, letting in a cool breeze. He didn’t realize how hot it had gotten.
“And how would you know, when you smell like ass?” Sanji retorted. “I feel like I need to shower again just after being in here for two seconds.”
Zoro didn’t dignify Sanji with a response, but sat on the floor cross-legged and drew the tray closer to him. He poured himself a glass of cold barley tea the cook had brought with him with one hand, grabbing an onigiri with the other.
“Thanks, Cook,” he said in a low tone.
“Don’t mention it.” Sanji took a puff and blew it out the open window.
The two sat quietly in each other’s company. For being constantly at each other’s throats out on the deck in front of their friends, when they were alone, they had always reverted to a comfortableness that only the two of them seemed to understand. Sanji finished his smoke while Zoro finished his meal. Sanji interrupted the silence before picking up the now-empty tray.
“You know, seaweed is best when salted. Take a damn Epsom salt bath and marinate like a good piece of kelp.”
Zoro smirked, wiping his face on his forearm. “And then what, Ero-Cook?”
Sanji turned away from him to head back down to the deck of the Sunny. “Do I have to spell it out for you? Meet me in the heat room below deck like last time, and don’t you dare just rinse off.”
“Whatever you say, Curls.”
In his infinite super wisdom, Franky had built private quarters separate from the dorms. While it was technically the captain’s quarters, Luffy was never one to sleep alone and preferred draping himself over the nearest person.
Sanji brought fresh bedding downstairs, along with lube and snacks, and whatever else he could think of. He couldn’t rein in the instincts to provide the materials for an omega nest, but he tried not to go overboard. Zoro preferred simplicity.
The sheets were changed by the time Zoro walked in, wearing nothing but a towel, steam rising off of his skin and a faint flush blooming on his chest. He was so handsome.
“Are you gonna keep staring at me, Dartbrow? Or are you gonna get on the bed?” Zoro dropped his towel, revealing much more than Sanji was ready for at the moment.
“Take me out to dinner at least, Moss. Give me a fucking second, geez.” Sanji hung up his suit coat in the closet, a blush creeping up to his ears. “Did you even bring clothes with you?”
“Nah, was just gonna wear the towel back up to the dorm afterward,” Zoro shrugged.
Sanji willed his blush away, redirecting the heat building in his chest into a jab. “Good thing I brought you a CLEAN shirt and pants from your closet.” He pointed to the desk where he had laid out a neatly folded blue T-shirt and pants.
“So you do think about me, don’t cha, Curls. You think I look good in blue?” Zoro lay down on the bed, stretching his limbs, getting comfortable. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why he enjoyed pestering the chef quite so much.
“Yeah, asshole. It looks good with your cactus hair” Sanji huffed as he crawled in bed next to Zoro, naked.
The moment Sanji’s skin brushed against his, Zoro felt his body surge with desire. He rolled on top of Sanji, savoring the feeling of full-body contact. He nuzzled Sanji’s neck, scenting him and allowing himself to be scented back. The two writhed against each other, hands wandering up and down each other’s back and chest. Zoro was painfully hard, grinding against Sanji– his mouth opened but no words came out.
“Algae can’t find his words?” Sanji asked, voice gravelley. Zoro nodded, his brain overtaken with want but unable to act. Sanji pushed him back, bracketing his hips on either side as he opened himself up to Zoro. “Now where’d that bratty mouth go?”
Hours passed, and as amazing as Zoro felt, he couldn’t knot. It wasn’t that he found Sanji unattractive, quite the opposite. But something about this rut was different– more intense. The two laid side by side, tangled in the sheets and breathing heavily. Sanji came a few times, but Zoro stayed hard as a rock without an orgasm. To say he was frustrated was an understatement.
“The hell’s wrong with me?” Zoro panted, skin coated in a thin sheen of sweat.
“Nothing is wrong, Moss. We just have to figure out what is gonna get you there,” Sanji pulled Zoro’s arm, rolling him onto his side. Zoro didn’t resist.
“This hasn’t happened before. I don’t get it. Everything feels better than usual.”
Sanji rolled onto his side to look Zoro in the eye. “Just because it feels great doesn’t mean that’s what’s gonna scratch a particular itch on any given day.” Sanji hadn’t meant to cup Zoro’s face with his palm, but he did, and Zoro closed his eye in relief.
Sanji pulled Zoro into him by the waist, leaning into his ear. “Let me do what I do best, you stupid swordsman,” he whispered. “Lay back and enjoy it.”
Zoro’s breath hitched as Sanji positioned him on his back and sank between his thighs. Sanji dipped his head, nudging his legs open, then brushed his lips softly on the crux of Zoro’s hip, his blond locks purposefully catching on his erection. Zoro looked down, goosebumps erupting all over his body in arousal as Sanji grazed his leg with his teeth.
“Got your words back yet, you brute?” Sanji prodded, peeking up to get a glimpse of Zoro, who was finally relaxing into his own body. He took Zoro’s length into his mouth, pleased with himself when Zoro started to squirm under his attention.
“Shut up, Ero-Cook,” Zoro moaned, running his fingers through Sanji’s hair. Suddenly a new sensation flooded him. Sanji’s pristine fingers ran across his hole, teasing his entrance.
“Holy shit, Zoro,” Sanji’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re soaked.”
Zoro shuddered at the gentle intrusion, arching his back to meet Sanji’s fingers as they explored the soft spot that made his legs start to shake. Sanji added another finger, letting Zoro rock into the motion.
“San–ji,” Zoro said breathlessly. “Put it in.”
Sanji quickly repositioned himself over Zoro, grinding his own cock over Zoro’s wetness. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, you fuckin’ idiot. I’ll cut you,” Zoro hissed as Sanji lined himself up.
Sanji braced himself as Zoro’s pussy practically sucked him in, contracting around him as Zoro’s erection got harder between their bellies.
“Fuck me, Cook.”
“Forget leg day tomorrow, Mosshead. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk,” Sanji thrusted in harshly, eliciting a groan from the man underneath him. Zoro threw an arm over his face, mouth open gasping for air as Sanji pounded into him.
And it felt just right.
Warmth and electricity built up in his pelvis as he felt Sanji forming a knot. Pressure built and built–he bit his lip to stifle a cry as his orgasm crested, sending him over the edge with full body convulsion.
It took Zoro a while to float down– he didn’t even register that Sanji was completely flushed in a post-orgasm haze. Sanji was the first to move, reaching to swipe the towel from the chair conveniently next to the bed. Zoro had covered their entire torsos in white. He wiped them both down as best he could without pulling out too soon.
“Curls.” Zoro’s voice was heady.
He pressed his lips against Sanji’s, taking them both by surprise. Sanji leaned into the kiss, but caught himself before he deepened it. He pulled away, settling himself on Zoro’s chest.
“Take a nap, Swordsman.”
