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The lies you tell —
Aren't meant to deceive
I’ve heard your vicious words
You know by now —
It takes a lot to see me hurt
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Love Among the Fruit Trees
The tart scent of tangerines surrounded them as Sanji dropped to his knees and nosed at Zoro’s crotch. A cut off groan escaped him. Sanji huffed a laugh and curled his fingers beneath the waistband of Zoro’s pants to tease. They were a little past cusp of sunrise, and Sanji had already left the rest of the crew to sate their bellies. Zoro had taken offense and stormed off after Sanji purposely grated on his nerves with banter. Sanji had waited before ostensibly following him to make amends.
Well, it wasn’t a total falsehood.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want —” Zoro took in a ragged breath. “I want you to suck my cock.”
“As you wish, darling.”
Sanji shucked the garments and licked a stripe along his length. He gripped the base with one hand and Zoro’s hip with the other. He blew on the dusky pink glans that almost matched the shade of his lips. He swirled his tongue around the head and gave the barest hint of teeth to the underside before he guided more into his mouth. “— Ah.”
Sanji hollowed his cheeks and applied himself earnestly to the task. “Hah — cook — fuck —” He palmed Zoro’s heavy sack and bobbed his head from where his lips met his hand, to the tip, and back down. “— oh fuck — fuck yes — shit —” He slid his hands behind Zoro’s thighs and relaxed his jaw to allow his cock to slip beyond his soft palate. “Ngh — hah —” His throat fluttered as he overpowered his gag reflex.
“Sah — Cook! Fucking hell —”
They froze as Nami called, “HEY — do you horny assholes wanna keep it down out here? There might be a limit to how many times Luffy will believe you’re dueling out your issues!”
Zoro met his equally horrified gaze even as Sanji remained drooling on his dick. Sanji felt deeply ashamed he had scandalized a lady, yet at the same time — at least she wasn’t trying to stop them. Dear Gods of the Seas. Horny asshole, indeed.
Sanji popped off to say, “Fuck my mouth.”
“What?”
“You heard it, you overgrown houseplant. Use me.”
“Yes — sir.”
Zoro fisted a hand in his hair and thrusted past his waiting lips. Sanji moaned, and he anticipated an echo to his sound before he remembered. There was a strangled noise instead. Zoro likely bit his lip or something to that effect to prevent it. Zoro rolled hips, and Sanji happily squeezed the globes of his arse. Zoro drew back enough to give Sanji a salty taste of dribbled precome, then he set a punishing pace.
“Fingers —” Zoro choked out, “Inside — please.”
Sanji had to relinquish his mouthful again to coat his fingers with saliva. He glanced up to Zoro watching him and panting through parted lips. He swallowed the shaft again and circled Zoro’s hole with the tip of his middle finger. His cock gave a happy kick.
“Just put it in. Please — cook — inside me —”
Bloody hell, he begged so prettily. It hadn’t taken as much to reach that point as he expected. He turned his hand and slid one finger up to the prominent knuckle. Zoro hissed. Not hearing his usual wonderful noises was beginning to irritate him, but it wasn’t like they could take their lechery elsewhere. Sanji planned at that exact moment — even with a thick cock in his mouth and finger up Zoro’s anus — that he’d book a room at the first available inn for a sex marathon. He added a second finger before it could get too dry.
How he longed to hear the sound that Zoro would’ve made under more ideal circumstances.
He let Zoro adjust to the welcomed invasion as he was bathed in Zoro’s grunts. His hips hadn’t ceased their movement. Sanji’s eyelids fluttered and tears escaped. He started to pump his fingers, and Zoro pushed back against his fingers then snapped his hips forward. Stars danced in Sanji’s vision, and hot semen spurted into his throat. He milked Zoro for all that he was worth.
He tore himself off Zoro’s flaccid cock and raggedly gasped. His throat had a delightful burn when he swallowed. Zoro lifted him and set him on the balustrade. Sanji grasped the ridged wood. He shivered when the air hit his cock by way of Zoro tugging him out. He went down on Sanji sloppy and eager — obviously lacking technique — but Sanji enjoyed the sight of Zoro’s head between his legs.
He stroked his hair and murmured, “Yeah, that’s it Mosshead, that’s where your smart mouth belongs.”
Zoro moaned around his mouthful and dug his fingernails into Sanji’s thigh with enough force to draw pinpricks of blood. The sharp burst of pain was the gale that sent him tumbling over the edge. Zoro coughed through his nose and pulled off, causing some of Sanji’s ejaculate to squirt him across the face. Zoro wearing his seed like warpaint hadn’t been in any of Sanji’s fantasies, but it would definitely stick between the pages of his internal magazine. Zoro wiped his face with his hand and looked Sanji in the eye as he licked away his streaks of come.
“Never waste food, right? Spunk has nutrients.”
How and why does he even know that?
Sanji stared at him. If he doesn’t shut the fuck up soon I’m gonna marry him. He hoped that Zoro was simply teasing him, because a lot of semen would certainly be forsaken if they introduced cock to anal penetration, and that was not to mention what happened at Coco Village and in his drawers prior to that. Nonetheless, Zoro knew how to push his buttons for better or worse.
“Your nose is bleeding,” Zoro informed him.
He planted his lips on Sanji’s before he could formulate a response.
Once his blood pressure abated, Sanji floated back to the galley with Zoro trailing him at what seemed to be a measured kind of distance. Luffy was stretched across the seat at the far wall — snoring — with his hat over his face. That explains how Nami yelled what she did without giving us away. Meanwhile, Usopp was nodding at Nami as they appeared to be holding a conversation.
Zoro grabbed a dish and sat at Luffy’s feet. Sanji poked around the kitchen while occasionally plucking from his own meal. Their conscious crewmates seemed to have decided the best course of action was to ignore them.
That was until Usopp said, “Look — I’m a man with urges too. I get it, okay. It can be challenging to manage yourself and you don’t wanna get our female crewmate pregnant. But for the Blues’ sake can you guys wait until we dock somewhere.”
Sanji dropped a handful of cutlery and his cheeks filled with heat. Luffy absently grabbed his hat and turned on his side with one arm dangling off. Sanji glanced at Zoro from the corner of his eye and wanted to kick him for nonchalantly placing an arm on top of the seat with his head lolled back. Sanji closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Bold to assume I’d even fuck either of them,” Nami stated.
Zoro chuckled. “I’m gay.”
“Even better.”
“I’m gonna impale myself.” Sanji dropped his head into his hands.
Usopp said, “I don’t need to know about the details —”
“That isn’t what I meant!”
Nami was laughing quite hard at Sanji’s expense and to his dismay, Zoro was snickering alongside her. He bent over the island and hid from the absurdity in folded arms. At least Luffy had slept through most of that exchange, but the raucous finally roused him.
“Hey — what’s so funny? I want in on it!”
Sanji lifted his head to goggle at him. Usopp pursed his lips and looked away.
Nami laughed even harder until she had to gasp for breath and wipe her eyes.
Zoro shut his eyes tight and bit down on the hilt of his sword.
“Tell me the joke,” Luffy begged.
“Man, you really don’t wanna know,” Usopp claimed.
“You wouldn’t get it,” Nami wheezed at the same time.
Zoro was shaking with restrained mirth. Sanji rhetorically groused, “Why am I even here.”
“Because you’re a good guy and good cook, and you want to find the All Blue,” Luffy supplied with a smile that radiated his charming brand of sincerity. Zoro snorted and lightly banged his sword’s pommel against his forehead a few times.
“I was referring to the Planet, Luffy.”
“Well, when a mom and dad love each other —”
“Not like that!”
A portion of the crew broke into another fit of hysterics much to the bewilderment of their captain. Usopp even guffawed as he slammed his fist on the table. Nami leaned into Usopp and clutched his shirt while she lost her shit anew. Zoro’s face was flushed while he slightly rocked back and forth like his amusement was a hostage struggling to ditch him.
“Sanji, what did you put in our meals?”
“Luffy, with all due respect,” Sanji uttered with no small amount of exasperation, “you are not bloody helpin’ whenever you open your mouth.”
He thoughtfully frowned. “But I need to put food in there.”
“I know,” Sanji sighed.
At the rate they were going, Sanji was starting to get concerned that someone might require resuscitation soon.
That kind of mouth-to-mouth wasn't exactly on the agenda.
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“Sanji and Nami wanna go to an island full of Marines to go shopping which I think is a pretty stupid idea considering me and Luffy are on a wanted poster now,” Usopp stated. “Tell ‘em you agree with me.”
He watched as Zoro — perched on a barrel — continued to flex his hulking bicep with the motions of his massive dumbbell. The cloud brushed pale sky fed light that caught on the ends of his hair and gave it a fluffy appearance. Perhaps he should play at some decorum and not ogle his lover so brazenly, but what was the point? Faking modesty was useless. Usopp and Nami were well aware and distracted with the former’s dissent. Sanji leaned back on the ropes behind him and awaited Zoro’s answer.
He anticipated that it wouldn’t be in Usopp’s favor.
Zoro casually dropped the weights. “Shopping.”
Sanji locked his eyes onto Zoro’s chest — since the visual was no longer blocked by the laden rod — which strained his tanktop. It seemed he couldn’t inhibit his attraction for a damn minute. He wondered if his drive to climb all over Zoro whenever they shared space could be classified as a medical condition.
“Yeah. Can you believe it?”
Zoro set his foot on one side of the weights and said, “Good idea.”
“What?!”
He tried not to linger too long on ideas about other places where Zoro could plant his sexy footwear. Sanji shared a quick glance and smirk with Nami. They were proceeding toward a landslide victory.
“I need two more swords,” Zoro elaborted while flexing his left hand like it yearned for an additional weapon’s company. “I’ve been feeling off.”
Of course, Sanji mused. That makes sense, and poor Usopp never had a chance. He hadn’t seen Zoro with more than one since the duel with Mihawk and had guessed he didn’t have replacements. He danced in place a little because he couldn’t resist goading him. It was better than dwelling on the lump that memory brought to his throat as a reminder that he had almost been bereft of Zoro’s presence in his life.
“Since the sword-shattering arse-kicking Mihawk gave you?”
He was rewarded with Zoro’s gaze on him. “Shut up. You weren’t even there.”
“Ah — well, I saw what I needed to.”
“Sorry, Usopp. That’s another vote for Loguetown.”
“This isn’t over yet,” Usopp claimed. “Where’s Luffy?”
“Where do you think?” Zoro called, “Luffy, crew meeting!”
Luffy responded that he was coming and made his way down. “Okay. What’s up?”
Usopp had to intervene when Luffy reached ignorantly over Zoro in an attempt to grab food off the plate which Sanji had forgotten he still clutched. His ribcage pressed directly against Zoro’s naked arm, and he didn’t know how anyone wouldn’t combust. Yet all of Luffy’s interest was on the dish. Sanji couldn’t believe he ever had the thought that Zoro and Luffy were involved. Zoro even jerked away from him and made a face of mild annoyance. It’s nice to know I don’t have competition, Sanji thought.
Zoro was just sitting there with his stupid mossy hair, tight tanktop, and those boots which begged to hold someone’s face down. Meanwhile, Sanji struggled to remember there were other people present. He could scarcely look anywhere else since they’d gathered around Zoro’s magnetic axis.
“Luffy! Uh — I’ve always respected your position as captain on this crew and now’s the time for you to step up — put your foot down with these hooligans — otherwise, we’re gonna get killed.”
“What do you mean?”
“We need to make a stop,” Zoro stated in the simplest terms.
“But we’re going to the Grand Line, so I can find the One Piece —”
“— And become King of the Pirates,” parroted the crew.
Nami said, “And we wanna get there too, Luffy, but we need to stop in Loguetown to get some things first.”
“What’s in Loguetown?”
Usopp interjected, “Death!”
Luffy’s gaze skittered between the members of his crew. “I don’t want that.”
“I need new swords,” Zoro said.
“Good. That could help with the death.”
“And we need more food for the journey ahead,” Sanji informed him.
With Luffy standing between Zoro and Usopp, he didn’t even need to surrender Zoro from his sightline to speak to his captain. I need to reevaluate my priorities, he reflected. Zoro’s eyes flicked to him, and Sanji wondered what was on his mind. It occurred to him there was a distinct possibility they could’ve forgotten about stocking food if not for Sanji’s attentiveness.
“Even better,” Luffy brightly replied.
“And it’s also the place where Gold Roger was executed —” Nami unleashed the guillotine across the thin neck of Usopp’s dubiety. “— the place where the King of the Pirates was born and died.”
The enthralled expression on Luffy’s face sealed the deal. Usopp looked doleful at her. Sanji could’ve kissed her but settled for widening his grin. Triumph cascaded through them like the fanfare of a marching band when she neatly tied the bow on her case.
“Where the legend of the One Piece was born. You want to see it, don’t you?”
“You know I do!”
After Luffy made his official decree and bounded off, Sanji couldn’t resist shuffling closer to Zoro as the crew began to scatter. He brought Zoro’s right bicep into a firm grip — noting that the bastard wasn’t even sweaty — and leaned toward his ear until the tip of his nose brushed the curve.
He murmured, “I’d like you to step on me.”
He grinned as Zoro took a sharp breath inward and curled his fingers into his palms. This really is too fun. He didn’t know if or when it would stop being so gratifying to witness that he had as much of an effect on Zoro as he had on Sanji. Since he had passed the dish back to Nami a moment ago and freed both hands, he was able to tug on Zoro’s earrings before he pulled back.
“Idiot,” Zoro griped. “C’mon.”
Zoro hooked his fingers in his apron and dragged him up to the potted tangerines. Sanji grinned all the way. It seemed like the little grove was going to be their spot until further notice. Zoro spun him around and sank his finges into Sanji’s hair. He bent him over the railing. He draped over him to nip and suck at the nape of his neck. At the same time, he unbuttoned Sanji’s trousers and was quick to expose him.
Zoro knelt and parted his cheeks. He pooled saliva in his mouth and nestled up to his pucker. He dampened the hole as thoroughly as possible. Blood dripped onto Sanji’s lips, and he folded his arms in order to dig his fingers into his own biceps. His mouth was an insufficient vise to tamp down the rebellious cries striving to break out. Zoro briefly darted his tongue inside before getting to his feet.
He shoved his fingers into Sanji’s mouth, and he didn’t hesitate to suck them. Zoro stroked his tongue and teeth, then drew them out. He gradually slid both fingers to the middle joint inside of his arse. Sanji captured the flesh of his wrist to stifle his groan. He gave Sanji a moment to get used to the feeling before he fully buried them, and he whispered, “You’re always — just — fucking — staring at me.”
“Oh, the misery of being perceived,” Sanji jested.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
Sanji huffed. Seems rather obvious. Zoro started pumping his fingers while his other hand flew up and down the shaft of Sanji’s cock. He had already leaked enough to make the glide easy. The wrist section Sanji had clenched between his teeth ached. He felt himself slipping rapidly toward the precipice.
“I’m gonna—”
Zoro’s fingers left his arse to allow his hand to cup against Sanji’s mouth. He stopped stroking Sanji’s cock and gripped the base in a tight circle. He could’ve yelped as his orgasm was halted in its tracks. Fuck! The contents of his crotch thrummed their protest in a steady rhythm.
“You’re not coming yet,” Zoro rumbled. Ooh — fuck — this is new.
He licked and sucked at Zoro’s hand at a loss for another course of action. His hand retreated. Zoro tugged Sanji’s shirt off while leaving him in the apron. He smoothed his hands down the pink material and jostled the tools in the pockets, which rubbed at Sanji’s spurned cock. Sanji turned and knelt to remove everything else. Zoro used his position to place his boot on Sanji’s chest and pushed him down.
Zoro pressed his heel into Sanji’s cheek. “Did I say you could come?”
“No, you didn’t,” Sanji breathed.
He eyed the limb from shin to the jucture of thigh to hip. Zoro’s legs were more slender than his upper frame would suggest, but he knew footwork was an important component in the skillset of a swordsman. He had no doubt Zoro possessed plenty of power in those muscles — though he was unlike Sanji in regards to their application — and the irony of the situation was not lost on him.
He stroked Zoro’s covered ankle which was apparently allowed. He ran the tip of his thumb across the cool metal buckle. Zoro increased the pressure for a moment before removing it. He maintained his balance as he dragged his left boot along his neck and chest — then his hip — to slip beneath his apron. He rocked his boot against Sanji’s cock. “Gah — ah — hah —”
“Be quiet, dumbass.”
Sanji squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head as Zoro shoved the toe of his boot against his sack. He hissed and trembled with the effort of clamming up. Sanji felt the air flutter along his heated skin when Zoro nudged the apron out of the way. His fingernails scrabbled at the wood under him. He opened his eyes in time to watch the twist of Zoro’s hips as he lifted his leg at an ominous angle.
In a smooth motion, he impacted Sanji on the inner thigh, just short of his painfully hard cock. He bit his lip and whined through his nose. Zoro struck the other side. He swapped back and forth as he smacked the tender flesh twice more, each. I’m gonna be bruised, Sanji thought. He canted his hips. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem that Zoro was willing to take the bait. Either he didn’t realize what Sanji was trying to request, or he wasn’t ready to take it to that level. Sanji couldn’t push it out of his mouth.
“Had enough?” Not hardly.
“Please, Zoro.”
He wasn’t sure what his plea actually meant.
Zoro left his line of sight. A flash of horror mixed with confusion brought a few heaving gasps out of him before Zoro reappeared with a barrel — that he shoved between two trees — and dropped onto it. He silently beckoned Sanji. He scrambled to hands and knees. His heavy cock bobbed and smeared precome on his belly. Zoro rested his left foot between Sanji’s shoulders exactly how he’d done with the weight plates.
Zoro gave his arse a single, firm slap and announced, “I’m gonna jerk myself off.”
He shut his eyes and — after a moment — he was granted the sounds of Zoro’s hand working his own dick. He focused on his breathing and pressed his tongue to the roof of mouth. The slightest shift of Zoro’s boot where it pressed against his skin was enough to make his balls draw up.
Don’t come, he told himself. Don’t you fucking come. He jolted forward — seeking friction — when he finally felt the hot strips of Zoro’s seed hitting his spine. He couldn’t contain his soft whimper. His boot moved to the back of Sanji’s neck and pushed his forehead to the floorboards.
“Good cook,” Zoro said. “You can come now.”
Fingers that were wet — possibly from Zoro’s own ejaculate — slid to the base in his hole and stabbed at a downward angle. With a small and weak grunt, Sanji spilled over. It tore through him like a hurricane whipping through shabby sails. Zoro withdrew the pressure from his nape, and Sanji collapsed. Zoro helped him to his knees, and Sanji flung his arms around his waist. He rested his cheek on Zoro’s chest.
Zoro stroked his hair. He inhaled deeply and released a breathy chuckle. Zoro squirmed like he might be ticklish when Sanji boldly lapped at some sweat. The pungent brine clung to the roof of his mouth where Sanji rubbed his tongue with appreciation. Zoro reclined, and they basked in each other’s company unbothered by the rank smell of their activites battling the fruity aroma.
Eventually, Zoro muttered, “Hey cook, are you insatiable or what?”
“Maybe you’re just a livin’ aphrodisiac.”
He played with the neckstrap of Sanji’s apron and seemed a bit absent-minded as he said, “If you cooked wearing only the apron, I think you’d be the death of me.”
“Can’t ‘ave that.” Sanji slurred and capped off with another raspy giggle. He tipped himself back to look Zoro in the eyes. “Have you been thinkin’ about that since you saw me in it?”
“If Luffy catches onto us, I’m throwing you overboard,” Zoro drawled in lieu of a response.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Yeah, no one else could handle his appetite,” he conceded in a grave tone and bestowed Sanji a light kiss on the lips. “Or mine.”
When they reached Loguetown, Sanji nodded at Zoro as they went their separate ways. A part of him wished that he wasn’t the most suitable among the crew to keep after Luffy on their shopping trip, but what would he even do with Zoro if he had him the whole time? Did he expect they would hold hands? Yeah, sure — if he were given to entertain absurd flights of fancy — he could imagine a jaunt through the big city with the dour swordsman like they were a couple of carefree and lovestruck youngers.
Ha. Nah, some distance will be good for us but — damn — his arse had looked amazing.
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