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Sanji kisses Zoro in front of the crew. Companion fic to "The Roronoa Fruit".
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- Part 2 of The Roronoa Fruit
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Sequel to The Roronoa Fruit
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Stop Me
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Sanji kisses Zoro in front of the crew. Companion fic to "The Roronoa Fruit".
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Sanji found that his hands were shaking. Why? Why were his hands shaking? It was just a simple thing, it wasn’t like he was facing near death. He wasn’t about to go to war.Zoro had asked him to do it. He had practically begged him to do it. The swordsman’s breath had been hot on his lips, his thighs tight and shaking, and his voice had been deep and gravelly. The sound of it had done things to Sanji, changed him in ways he had not thought possible. When Zoro’s voice did that, when his voice dropped into that delicious, throaty timber, that was how Sanji knew Zoro was losing control—or had already lost it.
Lately, Sanji found he would do anything that stupid swordsman asked when he was like that. The cook was pained to admit it to himself, but it was true that he was hooked. He was an addict. He was addicted to the power, the struggle for power, the give and take, and the perfect way that Zoro submitted to him but never, never surrendered.
Their relationship was intense, their fights were fierce, and their sex was intoxicating. Sometimes, it was all Sanji could do to keep up, to keep it together. For all the stoicism and outright bluntness he showed on a daily basis, Zoro was a deeply caring and passionate lover. He threw himself into being with Sanji the same way he trained or watched after the crew. He loved with the same severe focus he gave to everything else he truly cared about.
So why was this one thing so hard? Why was Sanji struggling with the idea? He had even been the one to bring it up in the first place. Just a few short days ago, Sanji had been ready to scream his feelings from the top of the crow’s nest, but now that the moment was upon him, he was so frightened of what might happen—what it might change, that he felt almost crippled.
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He did not look up, and made no eye contact, but the cook could tell by the tilt of his head and the line of his shoulders that Zoro was aware of Sanji watching him.
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He was so handsome. He was so much power and honor and strength put together in that one body, in that one soul.And he was Sanji’s.
A wave of possessiveness welled up inside the cook. It peaked and washed over, propelling him forward, out of the kitchen and into the dining area.
He slipped into the space between Nami’s seat and Zoro’s, placing the bowl of soup down carefully in front of the swordsman. He rested one hand on the back of the chair and slid the other into a pocket.
When Zoro looked up at him, his grin was barely there, but Sanji could see it.
“Thanks, cook,” he said softly.
Sanji waited a beat, just long enough for Zoro to realize there was something else.
“What?” Zoro asked.
Sanji moved his hand from the back of the chair and slid his fingers gently through green hair. Zoro reacted instantly, his eyes widened, his body tensed, and he made that sound in the back of his throat that Sanji had come to love.
“Sanji…”
Was Zoro backing out? Did he not want this anymore? Sanji felt his resolve faltering.
Or maybe he was just as nervous and excited as Sanji was?
The cook leaned in, bringing his face down close to Zoro’s. Close enough that their foreheads almost touched. He breathed across the swordsman’s lips and did not try to stop the smile that pulled at his lips.
“Stop me…” Sanji said softly.
After a few moments, Zoro mirrored his smile and shook his head.
“No.”