Appropriate Aggression

AN: this is it. the conclusion. I hope everyone enjoyed the journey.

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Appropriate Aggression – Epilogue

The island came into view only moments before the sun disappeared behind dark storm clouds, and they waited to receive instructions from their navigator as to what she wanted them to do. They remained quiet as Nami studied her charts closely before nodding to everyone and giving them the ok to go ahead and continue to land. Not taking any chances this time, they anchored the ship by the rocky, cliff side of the island and climbed up the ropes that Luffy had secured after rocketing up without permission. He was left in a messy pile after receiving his due pounding from the lovely Nami for ignoring her protests. Brook and Chopper volunteered to stay behind and guard the Sunny until the others had determined the friendliness of the villagers.

The locals were a bit odd, but nothing that they couldn’t handle. Apparently, blue hair was highly regarded, so Franky was instantly bombarded with lavish gifts and offers of daughter’s hands in marriage. He of course ate up the attention, striking several obscene poses and even venturing to place a kiss on the back of the hand of a beautiful young maiden who had gained enough courage to approach him. A warning look from a strangely possessive historian made him think twice and he ended up giving the maiden a warm smile instead, declining the invitation to join her later in bed. A celebration was announced and the Straw Hat Crew thanked their good fortune for once that they wouldn’t have to shell out the normal amount of coin to fill their captain’s belly.

As expected, Sanji surrounded himself with as many voluptuous women as he could and was constantly wiping the trickle of blood from his nose when they purposely bent over and brushed their large breasts against any part of him. Even still, the blonde found his eyes wandering over the party-goers in search of a familiar green head of hair. The moment he found the swordsman, Sanji immediately wished he hadn’t. A short, and very good-looking, man with hair almost as blond as Sanji’s was on his toes, whispering into Zoro’s ear as he ran a hand across the front of faded black pants. Sanji watched Zoro nod before following the man out of the light of the bonfire. A slightly drunk woman tripped and fell into Sanji’s lap, effectively redirecting his train of thought for a few minutes. He laughed and flirted with each one of them, though a bit concerned that he couldn’t keep his thoughts on them completely.

In the end, Sanji couldn’t bring himself to accept any of the offers from the women who had been falling all over him that night. He had yet to see Zoro come back and it pissed him off to know that the swordsman was getting laid that night when Sanji himself had resigned to sleeping alone. The cook wandered through the crowd, causally noticing each of his nakama along the way as he went in search of the inn they were given rooms in. Passing by a tavern, he glanced in the window and saw Zoro seated at a large table with several other men playing cards, the blonde from before seated happily in the swordsman’s lap.

Blood boiled in Sanji’s veins as he watched small foreign hands playing with the three strips of gold hanging from Zoro’s left ear. Full pouty lips brushed against the tanned neck and Sanji’s heart plummeted when as he watched Zoro tighten his grip around the man’s waist. A cool slender hand wrapped around Sanji’s clenched fist and the cook turned to see Robin’s warm eyes, filled with concern, staring back at him.

“What did you expect, cook-san. The first thing you did when you arrived was surround yourself with women. It would only seem natural that bushido-san would seek comfort in what was familiar to him as well.” She gave him a sad smile and a gentle squeeze of her hand over his before walking back to where Franky was waiting for her. “It’s not too late if you want him.”

Sanji looked back through the window, watching for a moment until he could take the sight no longer. It took him by surprise how much it angered him to see someone else’s hands on the swordsman. He never expected to feel anything for the Marimo, especially jealousy, and now that he had realized it, Sanji didn’t know what to do about it.

He took out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, thinking about how it had felt when Zoro kissed him; how soft the lips had been when they whispered words of encouragement and praise against his neck. Sanji shivered as he remembered the feel of defined muscles beneath his hands as they moved against each other, amazed at how much heat the man’s body produced. There was no doubt that Sanji wanted the man. The real question was whether or not he should take him. With a deep breath, Sanji squared his shoulders and walked into the bar.

The men at the table didn’t spare him a glance until the cook took a seat in the empty chair partway around the table from where his nakama sat. Zoro’s face stayed impassive, but Sanji could see the slight tic in his jaw as he clenched his teeth. The blonde in Zoro’s lap snuggled a little closer and it took every ounce of Sanji’s self control to not rip the man to shreds; either of them. Knowing that he had no right to lay claim to the swordsman, Sanji dropped his coins on the table and signaled for the dealer to count him in on the next hand. He would be the better man here and show that shitty Marimo that he wasn’t affected by that little whore draped all over him, with his hands creeping under the white t-shirt… Sanji loosened his tie and focused his attention on the game.

aAaAaAa

When Zoro had seen the cook surround himself with beautiful women, it hurt a lot more than he expected. In his mind, he knew that he should have never gotten his hopes up, and that thinking the cook would come to him only for his needs was a ridiculous notion, but still. The crushing reality of it hit him hard and when the small blonde approached him, Zoro welcomed the distraction. He followed the man to a bar not far away and wasted no time in ordering a drink. The dealer at the table invited him to join, and despite his new blonde’s protests, Zoro agreed. So far, Zoro had managed to stay about even in his winnings, never betting more than he felt comfortable losing.

Even though the small man had been teasing him with promises of something more, Zoro couldn’t bring himself to take the offer. As soon as the too soft lips touched his skin he tensed, unintentionally pulling the man closer to him and encouraging the now unwanted attention. He shifted in his seat and folded for the hand, only having a pair of twos to work with. He watched the other men at the table closely as the game continued, trying to catch any tells that might help him in the next round. The instant the familiar waft of smoke drifted over to him, he knew who it was that had entered the room. Zoro fought the urge to bait the cook into their usual physical fight as Sanji sat down almost across from him at the poker table. His coins echoed in Zoro’s ears as the cook signaled to be dealt in on the next hand. The blonde in Zoro’s lap worked one hand under his shirt after pushing the green haramaki out of the way in a jealous attempt to show the newcomer who the ruggedly handsome swordsman belonged to this night.

The first few hands were played very cautiously by all, no one wanting to upset the balance that threatened to explode, but soon Sanji found his money dwindling down in front of him. The air was hot and stifling, so he loosened his tie and pulled it off over his head, setting the silk on the table next to his small stack of coins. He shrugged out of his jacket and placed it on the back of his chair carefully as he watched the next hand being dealt. The top button on his shirt was released and Sanji picked up his cards lazily, a slight twitch of his lips the cook’s only tell.

Zoro had just drained the last of his drink, and the little slut in his lap immediately jumped up to get it refilled. Seizing the opportunity, the swordsman scooted his chair back up to the table, effectively cutting off access to his lap when the man came back. One look at his cards told him that it would be wise to fold, a hand like that could only be a bad omen, but the strange gleam in Sanji’s eyes had him take the chance and hold out. Zoro tossed in his ante and braced his forearms on the edge of the table, refusing to move when the little blonde came back with his drink. The other players seemed to fade away as Zoro watched long pale fingers play with the buttons on a bright orange shirt, slipping buttons in and out of their slots. Not paying attention to the size of the pot, he was startled out of his daze by a low whistle from one of the onlookers. Sanji had less than a hundred left in reserve and everyone else had folded, apparently put on alert by the change in the cook’s tactics.

All Zoro had to do was call and the game was over. If he lost, he would be sleeping on the beach, or on the Sunny at the very least. But, if he won, Sanji would be near penniless and basically at the swordsman’s mercy for a place to stay for the night. On the other hand, Zoro could up the bet and see what happened. For the first time that evening, he lifted his head enough to look into the cook’s smug face.

“I raise you 100.”

Gasps were heard from all around and Sanji’s eyes widened with shock as he realized he had nothing left to bet with. If he couldn’t call the bet, he’d have to fold and therefore lose. Realizing that Zoro had just fucked him over royally on purpose, the cook decided to see about turning the tables on him. Knowing that he had the winning hand, Sanji calmly folded his cards in one hand as he lit up another cigarette.

“You know fucking well I don’t have that much shitty money to bet with,” Sanji leaned back in his seat and tossed his hair, giving the swordsman a very brief glimpse of his entire face, “so let’s make a deal.”

Zoro’s brow rose as he imagined all the perverted things that the cook might offer in trade for the amount of coin he was short. The image of the cook on his knees with his mouth wide open made Zoro squirm in his seat as he tried to quell his rising desire.

“One week no chore duty.” The dumbfounded look on Zoro’s face was precious and Sanji couldn’t help but laugh. He set his cards on the table, the two of spades at the top of the stack. “Do we have a deal, or are you not that confident that you’ll win, Ma~ri~mo~?” Sanji purred the nickname out as he gave the green-haired man his most charming smile.

“I’d think you could come up with something more, shitty-cook.” Zoro’s words took on a bit of an edge and everyone inched back away from the angry swordsman.

“I’ve given you all you’re gonna get, shit-head,” Sanji snapped back.

“What if it’s not enough?” Zoro insisted.

Exasperated, Sanji half laughed as he demanded, “what the fuck more do you want?”

“You.” It was a single word that held so much meaning, and though Zoro spoke softly, it seemed to echo all around.

They sat there staring at each other in the dead silence of the room; angry black pitted against startled blue. A polite cough broke the moment and Zoro slammed his cards on the table. He grabbed the few coins he had left that were not in the pot before standing up and walking away. He snarled at the blonde who had brought him to the bar when the man tried to touch him and continued out the door, leaving a slightly pink cook to think on his demand.

Sanji‘s hand bumped his cards and the cook spread his hand across the table; four sevens. One of the other players hesitantly reached out and to look at Zoro’s cards, revealing a royal flush in hearts. With Zoro clearly the winner, the small blonde tried to step in and take the winnings; claiming that since he was with the swordsman it only seemed right. A thin cane appeared across the man’s chest and he paled considerably before fainting when he looked up into the eyes, or rather eye sockets, of the Straw Hat’s newest crewmember.

“Yo ho ho ho, Sanji-san. I have been asked to inform you that your room has been secured at the local inn.” Brook tipped his hat to the dealer at the table before returning to stare at the cook. “I tried to tell Zoro-san as well, but he seemed rather distracted. Our doctor went after him to see that he made it to the inn. It appears that Zoro-san has forgotten to take his winnings as well. Would you be so kind as to take them to him when you return to the ship? I would gladly do it myself, but I'm afraid the money would just slip right through my fingers. Ah, skull joke!"

Thankful that he wouldn’t have to worry about finding somewhere to sleep, Sanji nodded to the skeletal man and began collecting the money from the table. Though there were several unhappy mutters of disapproval, no one tried to stop them as Sanji followed Brook from the bar. They walked together in semi-silence, the musician softly humming a tune as they continued down the street. When they reached the inn, Brook turned to him and spoke.

“You know, Sanji-san, he might be a bit unrefined, but he cares for you like no one else.” With the confusion written plainly on Sanji’s face, Brook shook his head and continued. “It falls short of being love, but between pirates it’s as close as we can get.”

“Wait…” Sanji waved his hands in front of him frantically as he backed away. “Are you telling me that the idiot Marimo is in love with me?”

Brook held a hand to his chest and let his jaw drop in a show of shock. “You didn’t know? But I thought that the two of you… I just assumed you… Hm. Odd.”

“Odd?! It’s fucking insane! There is no way in the world that that bastard could ever fall in love with anything other than his swords.” Sanji swung his arms wildly as he spoke, the absurdity of the situation outweighing the fact that his afro-haired nakama seemed to think there was something between he and the swordsman. Needing to put an end to all of this before it got anymore out of hand, Sanji took off in the direction of the inn. “I swear when I get my hands on that fucking jackass I’ll put an end to all this shit.”

aAaAaAa

Zoro had just finished explaining to Chopper that he was not under physical duress and it was just a small headache that wouldn’t go away when the door to his room was kicked in by an irate cook. He immediately placed a hand on his swords to ready himself should he need to draw one quickly.

“Just tell me one thing,” Sanji growled out as he advanced on him, but instead of kicking the swordsman like he would normally do, the cook jabbed a finger into the muscled chest none too gently.

“What the fuck?” Zoro bowed up, looking back and forth between the finger and the blonde’s flushed face.

“Do you love me?” Shaking his head to clear it, Sanji continued. “That pile of bones that Luffy picked up says that you’re in love with me. Is it true?”

Zoro swallowed hard and chose his words carefully. “Love, as in that flowery shit that pours out of your mouth every time you’re around Nami? Then no.”

“What do you mean if it’s that kind? What other kind is there?”

Zoro took Sanji’s wrist firmly and pulled the cook’s hand to the side so the accusing finger was no longer digging into his chest. He kept several inches between them, but refused to let go of his hold on the pale arm. Too many nights he had spent remembering the way it felt to be at the cook’s mercy only to be brutally reminded of their differences in the morning. To Sanji, their times together might have been merely lessons, but to Zoro the experience had made him realize more than he bargained for.

“If you’re asking if I respect you, then the answer is yes. If you want to know if I admire you, then again I would have to agree. If you’d like to find out if I want to keep you all to myself without the thought of any other person having their hands on you, then you’d better be prepared for the answer.”

Sanji’s mouth opened and closed several times as he tried to find something to say that could help him regain the upper hand in conversation, but no words came to mind as he tried to comprehend the full meaning behind the swordsman’s admission. “Zoro… I…”

Slowly Zoro released his arm and Sanji took a step away, wanting to keep his distance from the man who had just confessed to him. Had Zoro grown a tail and sprouted stripes across his skin would have been less shocking than what he had just heard. Sanji rubbed at his wrist as if trying to get the sensation of the other man’s hand to leave his skin even though they had already been separated. Zoro continued to stare at him, waiting for the answer that Sanji didn’t have. Could he commit himself to just one person? Could Sanji really give up all the women, and men, out there to spend his nights with just one?

“I can’t.” Sanji turned and walked calmly to the door before pausing. “It was supposed to be just once, not just once more. Those were your terms. I never wanted this to me more than that.” Sanji turned to look at him sorrowfully. “It’s over Zoro. Come morning, this thing between us never existed.”

Anticipating the rejection, Zoro nodded to him, trying to ignore the tightening in his chest. The cook was right; he was the one to state the rules. Besides, it was a horrible misjudgment on his part to get involved with nakama anyway. Zoro took a deep breath as he watched Sanji disappear around the corner. Tomorrow he would return to his normal routine. Sleep, train, eat and live.

aAaAaAa

Sanji wandered back to the center of town where the main part of the festivities were being held and watched as the lingering villagers helped each other to find their way home. His new pack of smokes was almost empty, the result of chain smoking in order to keep his hands busy; anything he could do to keep from thinking about what had happened only a few hours ago. The blonde walked over and sat down on the edge of the fountain, currently spraying bright blue water from its peak. Everything tonight was the color of the sky on a clear day, or the ocean on a calm day, or the color of their shipwright’s hair; all in memory of some great man who had done something wonderful a long time ago. Sanji tossed the spent butt onto the ground and crushed it with his heel.

A giggling couple stumbled out of a dark shadow, both of them blushing deeply when they noticed the cook and they tried to fix their clothes as they hurried on their way. Sitting alone, he had no choice but to listen to his own thoughts as he relived the most shocking moment in his entire life. Zoro, the bloodthirsty, demon of a swordsman who had faced death numerous times and just laughed, had basically confessed to him, Sanji, a devout lover of the fairer sex.

“I want to keep you all to myself”

The idea was absurd. Never touching another woman, having the feel of their soft supple skin under his hands? Never hearing their cries of pleasure as he drove into them time and time again? Never having to guess if they were satisfied or just faking it. Never doubting if they truly wanted him or they did it because it was their job. Never to pick up the pieces of his heart when he walked away, feeling less than when he arrived. Sanji shook his head and reminded himself that those worries were far behind him, his issues with sex resolved with the help of a certain green-haired man.

Sex with Zoro. Thinking it was odd enough, let alone trying to say it out loud. After he had allowed the swordsman to take his virginity, Sanji had thought that things between them were settled. He assumed that it was just a matter of being in the right place at the right time and nothing more. Had Sanji known that Zoro had begun to develop feelings for him, the cook would have never gone anywhere near the crow’s nest that night. He would have turned around and continued cooking in the galley until daybreak, or gone into the bunkroom alone.

Sanji braced his elbows on his knees and ran his fingers through his hair as he bent his head down and stared at the ground. No one he had been with had ever pissed him off like Zoro did every day. So why was he even still thinking about all of this? He had told the man that it could never be, and Zoro had accepted it. What more was there to decide? Sanji sat up slowly and let his hands fall from his hair as he looked up at the sky. Could it be that he had made the wrong choice? No, Sanji knew in his heart that there was no way he could be faithful to the swordsman. If nothing, he had spoken the truth about that.

Frustrated, Sanji sighed as he got to his feet and began walking with no destination in mind other than away from the drunk and happy people in the clearing. Memories of the past several months drifted through his mind; battles, dinners, games, adventures, and even sex. He thought of Raven, and Don, and even the gossiping girl that had been the catalyst for this whole endeavor. Each of them played a significant role in his life, though they would probably never know how greatly he was affected by their actions. Unfortunately, while he had come to terms with each encounter, the feelings that they invoked paled in comparison to what he had experienced at the hands of the swordsman. Zoro had pleasured him in ways that he had never know existed, and so thoroughly that Sanji was sure he would never find another to take his place.

A half-laugh escaped as Sanji realize the meaning behind his own words; Zoro was irreplaceable in his life. He had to either accept it, or live knowing that he would always be settling for something less than what he wanted. Sanji looked up and saw the sign hanging outside the inn, mocking him as a beam of moonlight illuminated the name: Fork in the Road. Before him sat two paths leading in completely different directions: the first straight towards the Thousand Sunny, and the second left into the inn and the rejected swordsman. The faintest hint of dawn lightened the sky signaling that morning wasn’t far away and reminding Sanji that his time was running out. If he was actually going to go through with this, he needed to be in that room before the sun came up over the horizon.

aAaAaAa

The door to the room was closed within the busted doorframe, unable to latch but giving the occupant at least a small amount of privacy. Sanji studied it briefly for a moment as he listened for the telltale signs that the swordsman was still in the room. He heard nothing. Concerned that he might have missed his only chance, Sanji nudged open the door with the toe of his shoe and was surprised with the tip of a blade appearing instantly at his nose. He followed the length of the metal to the tanned hand, up the sinewy arm, across the naked chest and finally lifted his eyes to search the shadowed face for any indication as to what the man was thinking; the white wrappings on the hilt of the sword didn’t go unnoticed by the cook.

“What do you want shit-cook?”

The softened tones that Sanji had grown accustomed recently were gone; Zoro’s voice was now void of all emotion. A flicker of anger and hate passed over the swordsman’s face before it returned to a mask of indifference. Zoro took a step back, blade still in hand though it was lowered. Sanji reached into his jacket for his cigarettes, needing something to help him buy time until he could figure out the answer to Zoro’s question. The room lightened further, none to gentle a reminder that time was almost at an end.

“You,” Sanji said simply as he struck the match on the splintered wood of the doorframe.

“I’ve already-“

Sanji held up his hand for Zoro to wait. “I know. You’re a fucking jealous bastard who doesn’t like to share.”

Slowly, Wado was returned to its sheath as Sanji walked into the room and closed the door behind him; if this didn’t go well he didn’t need the rest of the inn listening in on his failure. Blowing a steady stream of smoke in the swordsman’s face, Sanji watched in amusement as a slight tic started in Zoro’s eye, letting him know that the man’s patience was wearing thin. The cook closed the distance until only a few inches were all that separated them and returned Zoro’s glare full force.

“If you’re going to do some stupidly moronic shit like try to slice up every female that I even say hello to, then I’m taking your fucking swords and giving them to Usopp to use in his next experiment,” Sanji began.

“I refuse to let you share someone else’s bed if you sleep in mine,” Zoro growled back.

“Women should be treated with respect and adoration, and I will see that they are as long as I live.”

“I don’t give a shit about how you treat them, I just don’t want you fucking them, or anyone else for that matter,” Zoro shouted.

Sanji blinked a few times as the simplicity of Zoro’s thoughts finally sank in. He wasn’t asking for the cook to make any major life altering changes, or even stand up in front of the crew and announce their relationship; all he wanted was to be the only one to have the right to fuck him. With renewed determination, Sanji crushed the rest of his cigarette out on the table beside them as he leaned in and kissed Zoro soundly on the mouth, his decision finally clear.

“No more of this just once shit. From now on, it’s whenever I want.” Sanji turned around and grabbed a chair from the table, using it to brace under the doorknob so it wouldn’t swing open again. “You can start with now.”

“You really think it’s that easy?” Zoro cocked his head to the side as he studied the cook in disbelief. “One moment you want me, the next you’re saying you can’t and now you’re here expecting me to fucking bend over and just take it?” He narrowed his eyes and glared at the blonde. “Go to hell. I’m sick of the games.”

“No shit.” With his tie already gone, shoved unceremoniously into his jacket pocket with his winnings, Sanji began working on the buttons of his shirt as he walked over to the bed. He didn’t make it more than a few feet before a still very angry swordsman grabbed a hold of him and spun him around, a strong hand holding firmly onto Sanji’s upper arm as their foreheads almost bumped due to proximity.

“If you’re bullshitting me…”

“I’m only gonna say this once Marimo,” Sanji said as he rested his hands on Zoro’s hips, toying with the waistband a brief moment before sliding down and palming the firm ass cheeks beneath the worn fabric. “You’re the only one who can satisfy me.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before Zoro was kissing him; forcefully, desperately, fully. Two sets of hands began fumbling with Sanji’s clothing, resulting in the cook’s jacket getting tossed to the floor and the shirt literally ripped from the pale body. Coins fell from the pockets and the cigarettes were crushed beneath someone’s feet as they trampled the expensive cloth. Sanji worked at the fastenings of Zoro’s pants as the other began fighting with the blonde’s belt, all while trying to keep their mouths in contact as much as possible.

“If you don’t get this fucking thing off, I’m going to slice it to shreds,” Zoro mumbled against Sanji’s lips as he yanked again at the buckle.

In seconds Sanji had the belt loose and Zoro wasted no time in shoving a hand into the blonde’s silk boxers and closing around the swelling cock within. The cook cried out in pleasure as Zoro tugged at the member and ran his thumb across the weeping head, pale hands clawing for purchase against a sweat slick tan back. Sanji bit Zoro’s lip almost hard enough to draw blood, immediately attacking the man’s neck when Zoro pulled back. He kicked off his shoes and wiggled his legs to get his pants to finish falling off his hips, earning an amused chuckle from the larger man. Sanji bit down hard on Zoro’s neck in retaliation, changing the chuckle to a hiss followed by a pleasure filled groan.

Zoro’s hands left Sanji’s cock, leaving the cook to growl in displeasure around his mouthful of flesh until he realized that the other man was working on removing his own pants, the black fabric quickly hitting the floor. Both men moaned lustfully when their fully naked bodies met again, their arousals sliding against each other as they rocked their hips, desperate for more friction.

“Bed,” Sanji managed to choke out as her rested his forehead against Zoro’s shoulder.

Zoro nodded and spun them around, throwing them off balance and landing somewhat in the middle of the welcoming mattress. Sanji sighed happily when he felt Zoro straddle him before his eyes shot open and he tried to think if he had anything to use as lube. Zoro’s head had dipped down and his tongue was flicking Sanji’s nipples, causing shivers of pleasure to cascade throughout the blonde’s body. Sanji whimpered as he struggled with his control, not wanting this moment to end too quickly. His watched with hooded eyes as Zoro left his chest and continued down his lean stomach, pausing to suck hard at the juncture of his hip and leaving a deep purple mark.

Sanji wove his fingers into short green hair and tugged harshly when Zoro scraped his teeth across the blemish, darkening it further. Without warning, Sanji’s cock was encircled in a delicious heat as Zoro’s mouth descended upon it, his calloused hand encircling the thick base to move in time together. Sanji felt the man’s throat open up as he took in as much of the large member as he could, running his tongue over the sensitive flesh in just the right patterns to keep a constant shiver running through Sanji’s body. Zoro began to growl deeply, the sound reverberating through the swordsman’s body and around the cock in his mouth. Sanji cried out and arched up off the bed, using every ounce of his self discipline to keep from coming right then, the tightening of the hand at the base helping to still the oncoming orgasm.

Slowly, Zoro lifted his head and sat up, positioning himself atop the blonde once again. Again, free from alcohol, the entire thing began to feel surreal as the swordsman placed the head of Sanji’s cock at his entrance. Sanji grabbed his hips and began to pull him down, watching the sunlight that had just appeared over the horizon, shine through the window and begin to light up Zoro’s face. As Sanji slid into him and filled the swordsman, the golden light played off the drops of sweat that had gathered across his lover’s brow, highlighting the flushed cheeks, the mouth open and panting, the corded neck with a fresh dark mark standing out against the tanned flesh, broad shoulders leading to a scarred torso, and lean hips that were finally beginning to move against Sanji.

Fascinated with the erotic view, Sanji slid a hand up Zoro’s thigh to take hold of the rigid arousal and tentatively began stroking in counter time with Zoro’s movements. Zoro’s breathing hitched and Sanji used his free hand to reach up and pull the man down into a passion filled kiss. The cook began to thrust hard up into Zoro and the swordsman broke the seal of their lips to cry out. The sound fueled the blonde’s lust and Sanji grabbed Zoro’s hips to bring him down harder.

“Oh, fuck yah. Don’t you fucking come before I say you can, shitty-swordsman,” Sanji threatened.

Zoro arched his back, creating a new angle and making them both cry out. Sanji’s body began to shake, but he refused to give in just yet. They both struggled to keep from screaming out in pleasure, settling for choked cries and curses as the headboard continued to slam into the wall unnoticed. Zoro leaned back down, pulling Sanji up part way to meet him for a deep kiss. He kissed along Sanji’s stubbly jaw line to the blonde’s ear and whispered portentously,

“Your mine… Sanji.”

At the sound of his name on Zoro’s lips, Sanji came hard, the orgasm prolonged by the tightening around his cock and the feeling of almost hot liquid spraying across his chest. Wave after wave hit them both, Sanji continuing to pulse within body of his lover as they stayed entwined in the middle of the bed, sunlight filling the room.

The air was heavy with moist heat and the smell of sex, making it stifling hot in the room. Zoro groaned as he lifted his hips and Sanji slipped free, the swordsman almost collapsing from exhaustion after having been up all night previous to Sanji’s arrival. Somehow, Zoro managed to fall to the side to avoid any bitching from the blonde, but kept an arm over the slender waist somewhat possessively as he fell into a deep sleep. Sanji watched him for a moment, trying to decide if the idiot was trying to cuddle or just make sure that he didn’t go anywhere, before feeling sleep tugging at his own consciousness as well. An arm was thrown across his face to shield his eyes from the bright sun that ushered in a new day.