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Fishman Island was hectic to put it simply; Zoro was happy to be gone.

Their departure had them back out into the sea with Nami informing them that they'd be fine for a few hours following along the current and she'd inform Franky when to equip the tool to lead them up to the surface once they got far enough into the sea of the new world.

It'd taken the crew a while to settle down, but once they did a calm and sort of nostalgic feeling took over and Usopp as well as Chopper suggested they all share bits of their two years away; the two immediately gushing over Franky's new upgrades.

Soon enough, the Sunny was filled with the crewmates' voices as they went around speaking about different stories from over the past two years.

They'd had a large feast, were now down to drinks and Zoro smiled softly hearing Luffy go on about how he'd gotten stronger and was a lot closer to becoming pirate king.

It was nice, yet also, a bit overstimulating. The past two years Zoro had minimal contact with anyone- only Mihawk, Perona and the damn baboons living on the island, so being around the full crew again was a little daunting now that the excitement of reuniting and then the never ending chaos of Fishman Island was over.

Though, if Zoro thought about it Perona could probably count for multiple people with how much she yapped.

Of course, Saboday hadn't been anything but full of people, but Zoro had actively avoided most interactions letting Perona drag him about as he waited for the rest of the crew to arrive.

So, to be with the whole crew again, all actively speaking and being together in such a space was weird, especially because they'd all changed and developed over the years.

Zoro wasn't complaining, the sound of the crew was nice- hearing their voices after their absence for two years- but quiet was also appreciated.

When his jug of booze ran on low he took it as his opportunity to quietly leave the other crew members to get some more- unbeknownst to him, blue eyes tracked his movement as he walked into the kitchen.

He'd intended to find any of the alcohol he could, walking around the counters to start looking, opening a few of the doors- some with the purpose to find booze and others just to piss the cook off.

The search continued but, kneeling with his kneecaps on the floor, he heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

While he didn't look up, he knew it was the cook.

"Oi, Marimo. What do you think you're doing?" Sanji called from the door, the smell of a lit cigarette making its way to Zoro.

"What d'you think?" He mumbled, raising the empty jug.

He could practically hear Sanji rolling his eyes, accompanied by a loud and drawn-out sigh. "Ever the alcoholic, are you?"

Despite it being a rhetorical question Zoro answered with a grunt, placing his hands on his knees before raising to be eye level with Sanji who'd walked over and was now levelling Zoro with an unimpressed look.

"Where'd you hide all it?"

Sanji turned his head, blowing out smoke, before turning it back at Zoro. "Nowhere. We don't have anymore on board right now, you and my dear Nami have drank the lot of it."

Zoro rolled his eye, missing how Sanji's tracked the movement, his own eyes narrowing in contemplation.

"Damn witch drank the most," Zoro grumbled before crossing his arms. "and don't act like we were the only ones drinking. I know everyone else but Chopper had at least one glass."

"Ah, it seems the moss in your brain still grows and has inflicted you with a sad case of selective memory."

"Hah?"

Sanji took a drag, levelling Zoro with a deadpan gaze, before blowing the smoke into his face, a grin itching on his lips as he watched Zoro's face scrunch up.

"If you recall, which clearly you don't; Luffy took one sip- before gagging and promptly giving you the rest of his drink. Usopp had half of his, before handing it over to Nami- which she gracefully took,"

And Zoro held back a scoff because he could very much remember Usopp drinking half of his, asking if Nami wanted a sip because she'd been staring and when she did have one she'd then had multiple before finishing the whole thing off.

"-and Franky never had alcohol in the first place, only drinking cola, dear Robin, however, did have one glass, as did I, so, you're hardly correct in your assessment."

"Whatever," Zoro grumbled, looking away. He was about to walk around Sanji, go out back to the deck, when he felt the feeling of heat and smoke get closer to him.

He looked back, throwing Sanji a look of bewilderment, seeing as they were less than an arm's length from eachother now.

"What?" He asked, a little less rough than intended, yet letting all his confusion seep through.

Sanji didn't reply; he just stared.

He wasn't looking Zoro in the eye exactly, no. In fact, he was looking at one of his eyes just it was the one that didn't do shit anymore.

Well, that's kinda weird, no? Zoro thought to himself. His missing eye drew some attention, obviously, he'd realised it was one of the first things people tend to notice about him now.

Chopper had screamed when the chaos died down and he saw Zoro's eye, or lack thereof, and his attention had made the whole crew start to pay attention and it'd dragged on from there.

The only one who didn't seem too bothered by it, was Sanji. That's how it seemed at least.

When they'd met after Zoro had slashed up another pirate ship, Sanji had glared and the two analysed anything as well as everything different about eachother before Sanji's eye had landed on it.

And he'd said nothing. Simply staring for maybe five seconds before they moved on, and Zoro thought that was the end of it.

Yet now... He opened his mouth to question Sanji before he really looked at the cook's face and held his breath.

His hair was dimmed in the dark making the glow from his cigarette hit and give his locks a warm glimmer, the red of the flame mixing nicely with his blonde head of hair.

Zoro didn't, couldn't, move as he watched silently, Sanji coming up closer to him, lifting his hand.

There was a hesitation, where his hand just hovered slightly in front of Zoro's face, before he leaned closer and cupped his cheek.

Zoro released a shaky breath, feeling as Sanji's thumb began to move, gliding against his skin, holding his face like it were something delicate- something to be treasured.

Maybe to Sanji it was.

He didn't let that thought continue, instead letting his mind practically empty with Sanji's thumb beginning to trail along the scar under his eye.

He couldn't will himself to do anything but watch, stare, as Sanji's expression twitched. The tip of his thumb reached the bottom of his eyelid and it paused. Just there, resting. His eye that reflected the ocean staring at it, scrutinising- yet gentle in his gaze.

"How'd you get this?" The cook's voice rang out in the otherwise silent room. The previous topic of discussion clearly forgone.

Zoro's first thought was to shrug his question off, grunt, break away from this hold, finishing the moment.

He thought about it, he did.

He couldn't though.

Now- at first- he did shrug, tearing his gaze away from Sanji but clearly, that wasn't enough. Sanji frowned and using his other hand, slipped his cigarette between his fingers- but not before taking a near final drag from the dwindling light source and blowing smoke in Zoro's face once again. 

The swordsman coughed but he couldn't pull away, not with Sanji's hand against his face. Not like Sanji's hold was stopping him physically at all. So, he resorted to meeting his gaze again glaring at him.

Sanji in response, grinned from ear to ear, teeth bared, and Zoro couldn't look away but it wasn't teasing like before, it was sharp, motivated.

"Not good enough, Marimo. What happened?"

Zoro stared at him. Eventually, his glare softened, to his usual resting eye.

"You gonna tell me why you started acting like an even more peverted freak after we all met up again?"

Sanji went to refute, opening his mouth to do so, but Zoro interrupted.

"A question for a question."

And Sanji's mouth dropped before he looked away giving a: "Tch," and then staring at the dying flame of his cigarette before sighing, squashing it down onto the ashtray beside them on the counter.

"Fine. Tell me about," he tapped his thumb on the scar, "this first though."

Zoro took a breath in. It wasn't like he was embarrassed or anything- he trained and got stronger, and this was one of the consequences. It's just... he doesn't want anyone to worry or ask too many questions.

"Got it while training." He responded eventually, hoping it'd be enough, but Sanji only cocked his eyebrow up in return, clearly wanting him to further explain.

So Zoro did, "Mihawk-"

"Mihawk?" Sanji butted in, his brow lowering and frowning. "The warlord who beat your ass at the Baratie?"

Zoro nodded. "Yeah. He was training me these past two years. During a session where he was tryin' to teach me observation haki I didn't block in time and..." he gestured to his face. "This was what happened."

Recalling the memory he frowned. "Perona freaked out so much. Started saying that if either of us died she'd kill us both."

Sanji hummed, contemplatively, running his thumb across it again, and letting it hover over his closed eyelid, before reaching the top of it. "She patch you up then?"

"Yeah."

A moment of silence washed over them, Sanji still running his thumb across the scar while Zoro watched his face and his eyes, content.

He let it go on for another few minutes, though, it felt like hours, before breaking the silence.

"OK, your turn."

Sanji, in response, glared at him. "My turn for what?"

He asked though was clearly dodging the subject, full well knowing what Zoro meant.

"Why were you acting like you haven't seen a woman for two years?"

Sanji blinked at him, before looking away.

Shy.

...

Zoro in response blinked a few times himself. A new wave of silence washing over them.

"Cook."

Sanji grunted and Zoro couldn't help the grin rising on his face.

"Cook."

He repeated, having Sanji finally tear his hand away from Zoro's face to cross his arms defensively.

"Did you- have you actually not seen a woman for two years?"

"Well- " Heat rose on his cheeks, visible even in the dim lighting of the room. "It- it's not that exactly. There were women." He paused. "Kind of."

Zoro frowned because... what the fuck did that mean?

"Curly," their gazes met again, "where did you end up?"

They stared at eachother, and with the silence growing, all Zoro offered was a raised brow and eventually- though he seemed pained to do so- Sanji relented.

"Do you know of a place called the... Kamabakka Kingdom?"

And though he asked he could tell by the cook's tone that he seemed to desperately not know.

Unfortunately, "Sounds... Familiar." He paused, thinking. "Mihawk mentioned it before."

"Right. I was there. For two years."

Zoro's brows furrowed. "OK? I know where you were what does that have to do with you being even more depraved?"

Sanji rolled his eyes, stuffing his hands in his pockets before pulling out his packet of cigarettes and getting one out. Zoro went to speak but Sanji raised a hand, a clear indication to wait.

Normally, Zoro would immediately bite back- start a fight, but he relented, waiting until the cigarette was lit, lighting both their faces in a warm glow.

"I was getting there." He sighed. "The Kamabakka Kingdom is full of... Men. Men who crossdress."

Oh. Oh- wait what?

"Well- I think they're all men- at least physically they are but Iva could change what sex he is with his fruit and he did it for a few of the guys there so they're both? I don't-"

And Sanji began to ramble, talking about the Kamabakka Kingdom and its residents- mainly Iva who seemed to be the ruler.

It went on for Zoro doesn't know how long, he'd simply stood there and listened as Sanji talked about the two years clearly needing to let it out.

During the rambling it occurred to Zoro that Sanji had been so so vague explaining his two years when they were with the rest of the crew.

He'd somehow been even more vague than Robin- who quite literally had to be due to most of the two years she'd spent with the revolutionary army.

"So- so." Sanji trailed off, finishing his rant, and his cigarette. "I guess. Not really."

He looked to the side, and down, squashing the butt of the cigarette down, a deep breath leaving him.

"Just. Being back and seeing a lot of women when I'd been so surrounded by men was..." His cheeks flushed again, and he tilted his head in a way Zoro couldn't really see his eyes, only the way his mouth slightly wobbled. "Nice."

"Nice," Zoro repeated. "Nice enough to nearly die of blood loss."

"Oi- now listen here-" Sanji turned, the usual downturn of his eyebrow there and the glare in his eyes that always appeared when they bickered.

His hands reach forward to grip the edges of Zoro's yukata, pulling it forward and slightly down.

"You got your question for a question so just-" his gaze flickered down, "drop... it."

A head of green hair tilted slightly, watching Sanji's blue eye which seemed fixated on his chest- before abruptly looking away with the cook's hands quickly dislodging from Zoro as if he were fire.

Sanji's arms crossed, a scoff leaving him. Yet, despite his words clearly meaning to indicate the end of this... interaction, between them, he simply stood in front of Zoro.

The swordsman couldn't help it and took this opportunity to let himself analyse the cook before him and see- really see, what had changed about him over the past two years.

Zoro found his eye trailing along Sanji's face, taking note of every little detail, and eventually, his gaze landed on the cook's lips.

They were absent from holding a cigarette for once now that Sanji had squashed the last one, yet his lips remained slightly parted as if waiting for one. Even without there being a lot of light Zoro could make out a small veil of gloss on across the plump lips, boarded by facial hair. 

The sudden thought of wanting to taste him came to Zoro, his gaze zoning in on his lips, watching as they pressed against eachother with Sanji swallowing his saliva before parting once more.

Absentmindedly, Zoro brought up his hand, placing it on the opposite side to where Sanji's had been before. The cook tensed, but didn't pull away, his eye meeting Zoro's.

A silence, not awkward, nor uncomfortable, but just... silence, passed between them. Zoro's coarse palm against Sanji's smooth- aside from the little unshaved stubble- face, resting.

He watched unknown emotions flicker in those eyes, and, Zoro knows that Sanji's dream is to find the All Blue but really, his eyes were their own All Blue; intense yet calm, festering every emotion someone could think of. They were eyes that screamed human and beauty despite all the chaos at lay in them.

It didn't occur to Zoro that he started leaning in then, lost in the gaze of the sea, and equally, it didn't occur to him that Sanji was leaning forward to.

The kiss didn't happen like one might think.

There wasn't a fight for control, it wasn't turned into a competition, and there wasn't a roughness to it.

It was cautious; a small press of lips, that held for a second, both giving the other a chance to back away. When neither did, they leaned in deeper, their lips slotting together- Zoro could taste the faint flavour of muted strawberries mixed with the scent of nicotine against his tastebuds.

Their lips moved against eachother, slowly, getting accustomed, and Zoro's hand at Sanji's cheek tilted the cook's head so that it could become deeper.

His hand at his side travelled to rest against Sanji's waist. He wondered how much of it he could cup between both his hands and how close his fingers would be to touching.

Zoro felt Sanji's hand in turn press against his chest, not pushing away, but instead feeling the muscle barely concealed by fabric beneath his sacred tools for cooking.

The slim fingers traced along every part of his muscles, going from his chest to his abs before traversing up again to hold his biceps.

Zoro didn't believe in God or any of that crap, but if he did, he might compare this experience to heaven cheesy as it may sound.

Breaths coliding, saliva building at the corner of their mouths, the two kept to their pace, before growing more comfortable in this new experience and beginning to take.

He didn't even notice when the cook turned his body, hands now on his waist, until he felt his backside press against the hard tile of the kitchen counter.

Their lips dislodged, but they did not. Sanji's leg had snuck between Zoro's, the swordsman's hands releasing from Sanji's face to support him leaning against the counter while his other hand stayed now gripping Sanji's waist.

Heat filled them both, their foreheads bumping as Sanji leaned forward, both staring at eachother. Saliva dripped from Zoro's mouth, he could feel it, and he'd intended to ignore it but he could only stare and hold his breath as he watched Sanji lean forward and lick it. The cook's hair brushed against his face but he couldn't care less about that right now because what.

What the hell.

"Wh- what the fuck?" Zoro managed to grunt out.

He watched Sanji lean back once more, a satisfied and shameless grin on his face as his tongue made a show of spreading Zoro's saliva, now mixed with his own, on his lips before folding them and swallowing.

And shit, if that wasn't shockingly hot Zoro doesn't know what is.

"Pervert."

"So you've mentioned," Sanji's grin didn't falter one bit, not an ounce of rage at being so rightly called what he is, instead, it sharpened, "but I'm not one to let a delicious meal go to waste, even if its source is an undignified moss creature."

Sanji's eyes then travelled down Zoro's body, eyes stopping on his chest again.

"Even brutes have a plus side, I suppose," the cook muttered, eyelids dropping, and Zoro could barely understand what was going on- Sanji was lusting for him- openly.

"Are you not freaked out right now?" He couldn't help but ask, making Sanji's eyes rise to his eye as his grin fell due to annoyance.

"Why would I be freaked out?" He asked, as if Zoro was being the abnormal one here!

"You- you're attracted to men? To me?"

"Marimo, darling, it sounds like you're the one who wants to freak out right now."

Did Sanji just call him darling!? Zoro couldn't stop the feeling of heat rising in his cheeks as he blinked dumbly at the cook whose annoyance had quickly turned back to smugness seeing Zoro's reaction.

The cook leaned forward, pressing his leg forward into Zoro's- oh Zoro was half hard-  hardening crotch, looking not at all surprised by the results.

"Is it because I cherish women so much you never thought I'd be interested in men?" He asked, raising his eyebrow, "Well, for once you're not far off. I'm hardly attracted to men, by no choice of my own, and I don't actively seek any out. However..."

He increased the pressure of his knee making Zoro's hands tighten on the counter, the one that'd been on the cook's waist flying to it in need of support, he gripped so hard that the knuckles of his tan skin almost turned a pale white.

"I can make some... exceptions. You are unfortunately included in that."

He then let up, letting Zoro breathe, and Zoro let out heavy breaths, his fists loosening but still gripping the counter's edge.

"So, be grateful."

"You're acting like I'd even want any of your attention you-"

He was interrupted when Sanji crashed their lips together, bringing all the intensity they'd been missing at first- no, not missing, but held back on.

Sanji was in control, his tongue penertrating through Zoro's lips to lick around his mouth, savouring his taste, the others teeth nipped at Zoro's lips and if Sanji were any more focused or used more force Zoro was sure the skin would've broken.

When he broke away, a confident smirk crept on his lips. "I think you want it plenty, marimo."

And the way he said that nickname- Zoro closed his eye trying to regain some of his sanity when,

"Oi," a hand tapped his cheek, making him open his eye again, Sanji's face now held a contemplative look, his voice thinly laced with concern. "you are fine with this right? I don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with I can-"

Zoro pushed forward, connecting their lips again, and bringing his hands up to grasp at the collar of Sanji's shirt desperation clear.

The sounds of cut-off gasps and groans filled the kitchen before Zoro pulled away again, only just enough that his lips still skimmed Sanji's as he spoke.

"If I didn't want it you would've been dead before your lips ever touched mine."

Sanji laughed, a sly tone, "As if you could kill me."

Zoro opened his mouth to retort but found no words could escape him as Sanji's lips latched onto his neck, breath tickling the skin.

His mouth hung open, feeling Sanj pepper soft kisses along his neck and collarbone, all he could do was swallow the building saliva and lean his head back to allow the cook to have more space to explore.

Sanji's soft kisses became rougher and he quickly switched to biting at the skin- deep but quick nips of teeth against skin catching it, before sucking on marks.

Zoro could only offer the sounds of his heavy breathing that he could barely register, his heart pumping loudly in his chest, breath catching as Sanji's knee began to move forward and back into his crotch.

He didn't fight his own greed at all, pushing back to grind into the offering knee, meeting every push and letting him try and relieve the aching in his dick.

Meanwhile, Sanji's lips moved slightly down, marking up his collarbones and chest. He slid his body closer so instead of his knee it was now his thigh pressing against Zoro's groin.

Soft lips circled his areola, teeth coming out to bite and Sanji began sucking. Zoro's head tilted further back, trying to focus on relieving himself by pushing his hips forward, but it was hard.

He felt Sanji's mouth trying to envelop his pec like he was trying to fit all of it into his mouth and consume it- tongue pressing against the sensitive bud and he swirled it around adding to the stimulation.

Sanji's left hand came up to give attention to his left pec, groping at it, Zoro's hips stuttered, his mind quickly became hazy and blank, zoning in on the sensation and the devoted attention Sanji was giving his chest.

The cook, seemingly satisfied but growing ever hungrier again, popped his mouth off of Zoro's pec before switching to the left while his hand went towards the now saliva-tainted right pec.

It was sensitive, the feeling of Sanji's fingers enveloping it as best he could, squeezing at his nipple while his mouth bit at the other was becoming unbearable. Zoro's hips humped at a feverish pace, as much as he could do at least.

The swordsman swallowed a whine feeling the softness of Sanji's thigh that contrasted the nearly painful feeling of his patella, the nicer surface to hump against making it easier to chase his ever-building desire.

On his chest, he felt Sanji's lips curl into a smirk before the blonde head of hair was eye level with him again, stopping the movement of his leg between Zoro's.

Zoro let out an embarrassing sound he couldn't keep contained at the loss, but continued forth, grinding his clothed dick onto the equally clothed meat of Sanji's built thighs using his hands against the counter to help.

His neck dropped forward, forehead almost resting on Sanji's shoulder.

A sultry chuckle pressed against his ear, hot breath accompanying it. "So desperate, aren't you?" And Zoro, lost in the moment, couldn't even argue, nodding his head, his hair brushing against Sanji's clothed shoulder, "Ah, verbal answer."

Zoro ground his teeth, refusing to look up from the sight of his objective, though it was putting a strain on his neck.

"Marimo,"

Sanji said in reply to Zoro's silence, a playfulness underneath the outward annoyance. To accompany it, Sanji leaned his leg back, cutting contact. Zoro almost sobbed.

"Cook-"

"I'll ask again,"

He brought his hand up, two fingers- index and middle- to rest against the bottom of Zoro's chin before tilting his head so it was turned towards Sanji's.

"Desperate, aren't you?"

And fuck- he was he really was.

"Yeah-" He managed to let out, breath heavy and his want for touch to be able to release that burning heat that'd been building up and was now slowly dissipating with every second he couldn't touch Sanji or be touched by Sanji the way he so wanted. "Yeah-" he repeated dumbly, "I'm- I'm desperate."

Sanji raised an eyebrow in bemusement. Maybe he wasn't expecting Zoro to actually comply, or maybe he was just expecting more of a fight. All Zoro knew was that he wanted to come and he wanted- no needed Sanji to be the reason and deciding factor of how that happened.

"I can tell," Sanji's eyes flickered up and down his body, "Say please and I'll let you get back to humping me like the dog you are."

Zoro, in the back of his mind, could recall several times Sanji has acted more like a dog than he ever has in the presence of women.

"You sure I'm the dog here?"

A mean sneer crept onto Sanji's lips, his fingers beneath Zoro's chin being accompanied by his thumb as he switched their position to grasp it. He pulled Zoro forward, their chests almost pressing.

"I think you're the one who was getting off on my knee pressing into you just a few minutes ago before I let you have your way with my thigh and you went at it, as if I were a bone and you were a drooling, feral, dog."

Sanji then scoffed, bringing his hand holding Zoro's chin up to the side of his face, petting it. "I bet given enough time you'd probably even bark just for the slightest bit of relief to your poor aching dick."

Any worry about his hardness going away was instantly forgotten as he listened to Sanji's words.

Crap, maybe something was wrong with him. The thought of barking for Sanji in a situation like this didn't even sound that bad if it meant the cook would please him- or... Would Sanji ever allow him to pleasure the blonde?

He'd probably never live this down- but, you only live once and right now Zoro would rather kill himself than reject anything Sanji was saying.

"If you really want me to I will." He replied, watching Sanji's sneer turn back into a confused before an amused expression.

"Shit- are you saying you'd bark for me?"

"I'm saying I'd do a lot of shit right now if it meant you'd let me come."

Sanji blinked once, twice, before three times and then he took a deep shaky breath. "Oh, you don't know what you do to me."

The swordsman watched with a grin twitching onto his lips as Sanji's face flushed, and then, he noticed it.

A small streak of crimson began trailing down to Sanji's lips from his nose.

Zoro couldn't help but grin wider, leaning forward and stopping whatever Sanji was about to say. He stuck his tongue out, bringing his right hand up from the counter to hold the back of Sanji's neck as he licked the stripe of blood.

Metal filled his senses, he flicked his tongue out again, feeling as Sanji's body stilled against him, hot breath interlacing with his as his tongue kept swiping up the streaks of blood that slowly dripped out of Sanji's nose.

Zoro doesn't know how long he kept at it, lost in the haze of getting to taste Sanji and feel a part of him on his tongue, getting to savour it as beads of blood picked up on his tongue and he licked at every bit. That was until, the flow finally stopped.

That didn't mean Zoro had to though. His tongue kept moving in the places the blood had dripped, dragging across the wet and slightly dried parts until he felt a tug against his scalp, and met Sanji's gaze.

He was flustered, seemingly, unbearably so, breaths that made him exhale his whole chest before shakily releasing coming from him in quick succession. His eyes were dilated, Zoro could tell even in the darkness, and they were looking at him with such need, want, lust.

"And you call me a pervert," Sanji chuckled, as if he wasn't the one who just had a nosebleed at the prospect of Zoro barking for him.

"Because you are," Zoro bit back getting a huffed laugh in response.

"Hah- you might be worse than me."

"Yeah ri-"

His mind went blank as Sanji's hands went towards his trousers, eyes dropping, "Take off your clothes."

What the fuck? What the hell is with Sanji!? Saying he's the worse pervert and then telling him to get naked? It's like he's trying to prove himself a hypocrite.

"You can't just-"

"Zoro," Holy shit that can't be fair. Saying his name like that- "take off your clothes and I'll blow you."

Zoro blinked, and then his yukata dropped to the floor, haramaki swiftly coming off his body, over his head, before joining the already fallen clothing before then his trousers dropped to his knees.

"Damn, desperate." Sanji muttered, seemingly more to himself than Zoro as he smiled, his eyes taking in Zoro basically bare except for his boxers.

Slim fingers clawed into the waistband of his boxers before tugging down and exposing his dick to the cold air of the kitchen.

Zoro couldn't hold back a shiver at the drop in temperature and the drop of Sanji's body as his knees hit the floor, keeping eye contact with Zoro.

The cook's hands grasped at his hips his eyes finally dropping from Zoro's to his cock, staring at the leaking tip, and he let out a hum.

"Want me this bad do you?" Sanji asked, voice full of humour and smugness.

"Oh piss-" Zoro's words cut off with a low moan rising in his throat as Sanji leaned forward and licked the precum from his tip away, before flattening his tongue against the underside of Zoro's length and licking upwards.

The swordsman's eye squeezed shut as Sanji's warmth enveloped him, the cooks tongue tasting him before he felt the other man pull back, only to return, encompassing him with his lips.

Zoro's breath hitched as Sanji's head began to bob up and down, it started slow- Sanji getting used to it, his left hand leaving Zoro's hip- while the other remained- to encompass the part of his length that the cook's mouth couldn't, soft hands replacing the biting temperature, blanketing Zoro completely in Sanji's heat.

Rough, course, fingers in turn, slid into Sanji's hair, Zoro's other hand still clutching the counters edge. While his head was thrown back he made an effort to reopen his eye and gaze down at the sight of Sanji.

Quickly, the movements Sanji inflicted became rougher and faster, and Zoro could feel his climax steadily building up in his gut- his fingers tightened as he felt Sanji give a harsher suck and he pulled.

A whine reverberated around his cock in response, the vibrations making Zoro groan and hold back an embarrassing moan, breathing in heavily through his nose and out.

The feeling was immense- for someone Zoro assumed was straight he gave a hell of a good blowjob.

Sanji's moves were constant, his tongue lapping at Zoro's tip whenever he pulled back to breathe, his hand pumping at the base of his cock where he couldn't take it, the constant attention meant Zoro found it hard to form a single thought- mind hazy. The only thing he could think of doing was pulling on Sanji's hair occasionally to draw out a whine or moan from the cook.

Gradually, Zoro felt his climax coming- he panted, pulling on Sanji's hair. "C-cook-" the nickname had Sanji's fingers on hip dig in making him wince. "Sanji" he corrected, pratically moaning his name. "I'm-I'm close-"

The other popped off his dick, a string of saliva connecting him to it, though he didn't stray very far, his lips brushing against Zoro's length as he replied, "come down my throat," before resuming his previous actions.

And shit if Zoro said no to that he'd commit seppuku.

Almost immediately after Sanji enveloped him again, he felt himself snap, and let out the loudest whine he ever has as he came down the cooks throat, the urge to squeeze his eyes there but he kept them open to witness as Sanji refused to pull away, hollowed cheeks taking in all of his cum.

Zoro was left a panting mess, coming down from his high, Sanji worked him through it before he watched Sanji lean back on his heels, licking at his lips for stray bits of Zoro's come.

The swordsman was about to lean down to kiss him, before he noticed the raging boner straining through Sanji's trousers.

He raised an eyebrow before, taking a risk, the sole of his boot raised to press down lightly on it. Sanji moaned in response, his hips bucking forward, clearly caught off guard.

"Zo-Zoro-"

Sanji stuttered out, Zoro in response, pressed his foot down again- harder- getting a similar response out of the blonde again. Zoro couldn't hold back his grin, baring his teeth.
Of course the cook was a masochist.

"Yeah?"

He watched Sanji's hips roll forward into the sole of his boot again, Sanji's head now downcast as he leaned his head forward to rest his forehead against one of Zoro's legs.

"Fuck," Sanji panted against him. "make me come like the good dog you are."

Zoro blinked, tilting his head. The urge to refute his claim, calling him the dog again, was there but he held back because shit, he really was into the being called a dog thing.

"Say please," Zoro chose to say instead, packing away the things he'd found out about himself tonight to consider later.

His foot pushed down again and now it was Sanji's turn to whimper, but honestly, it sounded more like a cry, thrusting forward more intensely. "Please, Zoro."

Zoro groaned, before nodding, even if Sanji couldn't see it, and then he began to push down and lift his foot against Sanji's crotch, "Yeah-" he panted, "go wild, cook."

And Sanji did, pressing feverishly up into Zoro's foot, meeting his pace, his hands moved to grip Zoro's thighs using them as support to lift his hips in a constant grind.

His noises muffled by his lips being pressed into the clothed part of Zoro's bunched down yukata, the material beginning to dampen from Sanji's saliva. Not that either of them could care.

It didn't take long for Sanji to come, when he did, his hips and legs stuttered and a resounding shaky whimper left him before he slumped forward.

They stayed like that, Sanji catching his breath, before Zoro gently removed his boot placing it back on the floor beside Sanji's thigh.

He gave it a minute and then brought his hand up to Sanji's hair caressing it, fingers gliding through silk locks before he felt the cook begin to rise and his hand dropped back to lean on the counter.

Zoro watched Sanji shakily stand up, there was barley any air between them. Sanji's hands moved to rest besides Zoro's gripping the counter and he leaned forward pressing his lips against Zoro's.

The swordsman's eye fluttered closed, Sanji's left hand came up to hold the bottom of his head, tilting it softly, the slow press of lips relaxing them both.

He could vaguely taste himself on Sanji's lips, but the fact that it was Sanji's made him basically forget that fact in favour of focusing on the cook's own taste.

Eventually, Sanji dislodged their lips, and Zoro begrudgingly opened his eye again to stare into Sanji's, the blondes hand still at the base of his head, thumb absentmindedly brushing back and forth.

"Um" Zoro stated dumbly in the silence that'd only be filled by their breathing.

Sanji didn't stop his ministrations, however, his calm look quickly turned into an annoyed frown like Zoro speaking broke the moment and flipped whatever switch had Sanji acting like that.

"Don't make it weird, marimo."

Oh yeah because giving eachother a blowjob and footjob are totally normal things! How could Zoro forget!

"What the hell do you want me to say?" He grumbled.

Zoro wished there was some space between them so he could at least cross his arms but their chests were quite literally pressed against eachother and he was feeling a little vulnerable being pratically naked while Sanji was fully clothed.

In return, Sanji shrugged accompanied by a sigh, "I just said don't be weird about it,"

"I won't be weird about it if you aren't, just-" He paused trying to figure out what to say, but what did you say after doing this with your rival who you'd had unresolved tension with after two years apart. "Shouldn't we... talk about this?"

Sanji looked caught off guard, his eyes widening slightly before finally he looked a little embarrassed, blush rushing to his cheeks. It made Zoro wonder if Sanji thought they were just gonna... push this under the bus and leave it there. Like hell he was gonna do that.

His hand dropped from Zoro's head in favour of pushing up into his hair, Zoro slightly mourned the loss along with the loss of the heat between them- Sanji pushing so they weren't skin to cloth.

"Yeah." He nodded, eyes shifting away to look to the side. "Yeah, we should."

His hand dropped from his hair. "Lets... do it tommorow though," The cook then looked down at his soiled suit, his expression contorting into a scowl. "I need a shower and to wash this suit."

He then eyed Zoro, looking him up and down before meeting his gaze, "you should have one too."

Zoro perked up, like a dog, "Do you mean together?" The words leaving him before he even considered the thought and if he had a tail, it would've stopped wagging as he took in Sanji's very amused face.

The cook huffed a laugh, "Sure," was his response before stepping back and beginning to walk towards where the showers are, a laugh bubbling as he added, "we should do this kind of thing more often if it'll get you to shower after every time mossy."

After Sanji got to the door he turned back to stare at Zoro like he was dumb, before raising an eyebrow, "Do I need to get a dog whistle for you? Come on then," before walking out the door.

Zoro would never admit to how he fumbled and tripped to restore his clothes to decency before trailing after Sanji as if the cook had an invisible leash on him.

Shit, Sanji might he the worst yet one of the best things to ever happen to him.

Getting the other strawhats to bed had been an easy achievement. Chopper and Luffy had been the first two passed out, Usopp was the one to take Luffy to bed while Franky did the same for Chopper.

While Franky had come back onto the deck, announcing he'd be hauled up in his workshop for the rest of the night, Usopp had gone to bed with the other two.

Shortly after Nami had followed suit, announcing to Robin who she'd been sat next to on their respective sun chairs, that she was going off to sleep.

Robin and Brook were the last two, Brook made an idle comment about how long Zoro and Sanji were taking and Robin was sure if the skeleton had eyes they'd have been glittering with mischievous intent.

She, in return, had said she was sure that they'd come out eventually, and that she was happy to take watch tonight. Brook and her shared a few quips in regards to their resident cook and swordsman before he went to retire for the night.

It was finally only Robin on the deck and she leaned back in her chair, grabbing a book with her devil fruit and settling to read it.

A good thirty minutes of her solitude passed, accompanied by the sound of the waves, before she heard the door click.

Robin looked across the deck, watching as Sanji walked out the door to the kitchen, a satisfied smirk on his face, looking behind him- saying something Robin couldn't hear.

He stepped out, hands in his pockets and looking awfully fond as Zoro followed closely behind, looking very debauched in comparison to the cook.

She held back a giggle seeing brusing marks on the exposed parts of Zoro's chest that his messily put on yukata couldn't couldn't cover.

The two were conversing in hushed whispers, Sanji's confident look turning to enragement before the two of them looked over to the bottom of the deck where no one but Robin was.

She waved, using her devil fruit to hold the book she'd been reading in her sun chair, a sly smirk forming on her face as she watched Sanji's face turn a beaming red and Zoro's cheeks flush a light pink.

Sanji, polite as ever, waved back, before grabbing the sleeve of Zoro's outfit and rushing off to where the showers of the Sunny were.

Ah, she'd have something to talk about with their musican during their evening time together.