Zoro Learns Some Manners

…so I’m just borrowing them for the sake of Yaoi. Once I’m done then I promise to wipe them off and give them back ;) Any resemblance to real people is coincidental - but if you find a guy who resembles either Sanji or Zoro, please send me pictures!

Warning: contains a lot of very strong language and steamy Yaoi / boysecks (Zoro x Sanji)

This rather naughty instalment is dedicated to MishaGirl and my new found friends at Live Journal *loves u all so much*

Thanks heaps for the support and encouragement guys. Enjoy your reward ;)

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The mist seeped through the forest, sending tendrils winding through the huge trees. It made everything damp, and tiny beads of moisture clung to every surface. Sanji watched Zoro as he marched through the undergrowth. He had already turned a complete circle, but the cook was happy to just watch him. His skin glistened with dew, sweat and blood, his tight muscles strained against the remains of his shirt and the buckled straps which crossed his chest. He was still barefoot, but it didn’t seem to bother him. He really was a cave man… everything that Sanji wasn’t: wild, fierce and raw.


Zoro was hacking through a group of vines with his hands. Only a few weeks ago he would have just drawn a sword and chopped down half the forest in one sweep. He was still clearing huge sections of path at a time. Sanji smiled at his student; caveman though he was, it looked like he was actually learning.


When had he started to like this kind of unrefined brutality? He always preferred delicate feminine features, long hair, slender bodies… He had started to list the ways that Zoro was different from the men he’d slept with when he remembered that Nami-san was waiting. The thought of her storming off the ship in a blind rage and discovering him with a mouthful of marimo… He had to make this quick or there’d be hell to pay.


“Oi, moss head” the cook stopped and took a last long draw on his cigarette, sending the smoke out in a white haze to mingle with the mist.


“What!?” Zoro turned, sneering. Sanji could tell he wanted to get back to the ship and fight marines. Despite the fact that he was half naked and bleeding, he still hadn’t had enough. Sanji suppressed a grin. Violent bastard.


“We don’t need any supplies”


Zoro stared at him through the mask. He looked very grumpy, and very dangerous. Every bit the demon. The smile slowly wilted from the cook’s face.


“I just…” he stammered.


The swordsman quickly closed the gap between them until his face was just inches from Sanji’s.


“You just what, cook?”


Zoro’s black hair made him look rougher. He narrowed his eyes and moved even closer, using his heavier physique to intimidate Sanji and lean over him. The cook felt a little thrill. This was the man that he had at his mercy. The man who had screamed out to be fucked… He could feel the colour rising in his cheeks when he thought about it. It also had a similar effect on other parts of him. He gulped and tried to think what he could say to Zoro that wouldn’t result in him being knocked unconscious and carried back to the ship like a lump of meat.


Zoro peered into his face with that quizzical look that resembled pain - his thinking face. Then he stepped back and looked the cook up and down, his eyes lingering on Sanji’s erection as they swept over his eager body.


“You pulled me out here for sex?” the dark eyes narrowed even further.


Sanji flushed a deeper shade of red.


“Why didn’t you say so, idiot?” Zoro punched him affectionately on the shoulder and sent him stumbling. Then the swordsman grabbed the blonde by his shirt so he wouldn’t fall backwards, and pulled him sharply into his powerful arms.


“I’m sick of waiting…” he growled into Sanji’s ear. The cook felt the ache building as a jolt of electricity ran from his ear to his groin. He knew just what he was going to do and Zoro was happy to oblige. This day was turning out ok after all…


Sanji pulled away just a little,


“Then you should make yourself comfortable...” He let one hand travel from Zoro’s chest slowly down his stomach, and then hooked his thumb into the broad belt. He just wanted to peel the last pieces of clothing from this perfect bronze body, and hold all that raw power between his legs…


“Not this time you don’t.” The deep voice was abrupt and stern.


Don’t what? He’d barely touched him! The cook peered into Zoro’s dark eyes, raising a perplexed and frustrated eyebrow.


What the hell was he up to now?


Then it clicked.


He was having issues about what happened last time. That would be just like Zoro, he was so obsessed with being macho. He was probably finding it hard to accept the fact that he’d let another man fuck him… But it didn’t matter. The blonde thought it would be safer to leave that particular treat for a little while anyway. It was a lot of fun, but it had really made things hard for him. Very hard. He had been permanently horny ever since. His body quivered with the memory of Zoro's flesh... And his attention span was as short as Luffy’s due to flashbacks of Zoro’s hard muscled body flexing above him as he came...


Too hot.


Sanji mumbled into his fringe “…well, I’m pretty happy for you to fuck me if that’s what you mean…”


Damn marimo. He had liked it!


The swordsman just smirked at him.


“What?”


“That’s not what I mean.” Zoro’s grin widened and took on a slightly sadistic edge. His dark eyes narrowed. The cook suddenly felt a little nervous. He lit another cigarette and took a deep breath of calming smoke.


Zoro drew out a katana, sheath and all and pointed with it over the cook’s shoulder. His voice took on that tone that made hardened pirate’s blood run cold as ice.


“Cigarette out. Stand against that tree.”


“Stop being an idiot” the blonde said. His voice sounded thin in comparison to Zoro’s throaty growl.


The swordsman leaned in and breathed warm air down the cook’s neck, then kissed along his jaw line.


“This time, I’m in charge…” he whispered into Sanji’s ear and then nibbled his throat,


“Now get over there.”


The blonde wanted to shout. He wanted to scream that he was not going to be bossed around by an idiot marimo… but somehow the swordsman’s deep rich voice, the dark mask, the black hair… the blood, the sweat… his lust filled eyes, and his glistening body...


Sanji really had no choice. There was only one part of his anatomy left that still had enough blood in it to work properly. He would do whatever this painfully sexy brute told him to do.


The blonde put his smoke out and then walked over to the tree the swordsman had indicated. He ran his fingers lightly over its smooth bark. It could have been a lot worse, he was wearing one of his favourite suit jackets and something rough would have shredded it. He wondered what Zoro was going to do. It could be anything. He realised he didn't know that much about him beyond fighting and fucking... Then Zoro was in front of him, calloused hands on the cook’s chest, pressing him against the tree. The swordsman leaned in and put his sheathed katana between Sanji’s knees; gently but firmly pushing his legs apart.


The tip of the katana slowly travelled up the cook’s thigh and over his hips. The swordsman trailed his other hand up Sanji’s body until he held the cook’s chin in his hand. He looked the blonde deep in the eyes as he explored his body with the katana. He circled it over the cook’s stomach and around his nipples, and then slid it back between Sanji’s legs. He pressed them just a little further apart.


“Take your clothes off” the swordsman growled.


Zoro hadn’t moved so the cook didn’t have much room between the hard body and the tree. The katana rubbed against him as he wriggled out of his jacket. Then he took off his tie and his bright shirt and threw it all into the undergrowth. The tight leather straps crossing Zoro’s chest strained against his muscles. Sanji could smell the heat and the steel of the fight on him. Whatever he had in mind, the cook hoped that he’d start it soon. He wanted Zoro’s hands on him, his lips, his tongue… He wanted to taste the salt of his skin and hear him moaning in ecstasy.


“And them.” Zoro slowly pulled the katana up and out from between Sanji’s legs, applying the perfect amount of pressure as he did. He pointed it at the cook’s trousers before putting it back in his haramaki.


Sanji looked around. It was the middle of the afternoon, and although it was still misty, the mist was lifting and the sun was peeking through. “We’re right next to a marine base!” he spluttered.


Zoro leaned in close and rubbed the cook’s nipples with his thumbs. He pressed their hips together and ground Sanji into the tree.


“If you argue, it’ll only make it worse.” He breathed the threat into the cook’s ear.


Sanji felt shivers running down his spine. His whole body tingled under Zoro’s touch. He didn’t care what else happened anymore, he wanted him now. He undid his belt. The swordsman leaned back and gave him room to take his shoes off; and then he unzipped his pants and let them fall.


“Much better” the deep voice growled.


Sanji had a feeling that he was about to find out just what he had gotten himself into.


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Zoro let his eyes travel slowly up; from long legs to slender hips, ribbed stomach to broad shoulders, pink lips to clear blue eyes… Perfect blonde and pale skin. Somehow still soft, but deadly.


He was also being a lot more obedient than the swordsman had expected. Now that he’d had a bit of practice at this, he could finally experiment and find out what this new toy was capable of. He licked his lips in anticipation. He wanted to taste that sweet flesh and make Sanji swear and moan and scream. He ran his fingers through his hair, they came away dark from his hurried ‘dye job’. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaving a smudge of soot behind.


He took a long stride and put one hand on Sanji’s downy chin. He leaned in and kissed him, breathing in the smoke in his hair, and leaving a dark mark on his pale face.


“Spread your legs.” He whispered into the blonde’s ear as his stroked his fingers down. A black stripe followed his caresses. Sanji looked down and opened his mouth to protest. Zoro put a dark finger to his soft lips.


“I’m going to make you dirty.”


The cook closed his mouth.


It was a freaking miracle.


Zoro leaned over Sanji and pushed him slowly back against the tree. He put one of his legs firmly between the blonde’s and pressed Sanji’s throbbing erection with his hip. He put his hands on the tight pale flesh and stroked his way down as he sunk to his knees. He kissed Sanji’s thighs and pushed them just a little wider as he licked slowly back up those long, long legs. Sanji leaned back and let Zoro move his body as he liked. He moaned gently as Zoro stroked between his legs and nibbled the top of his thighs.


The swordsman could smell that hot scent which made his body ache; cooking, sex, and smoke. He let his fingers hover, stroking Sanji lightly before taking him in his mouth. He was slow and deliberate, letting the pressure build up. The taste and the smell surrounded him, making the lust almost unbearable. He kept one hand stroking between Sanji’s thighs as he rolled his tongue gently around. The cook was a little bit more delicate than he was, but that was to be expected. It really wasn’t that much different from being with a woman. Except Zoro didn’t have to worry about breaking him.


And he fucked like a demon…


He increased the pressure with his lips and Sanji’s breathing got faster. He flicked his tongue across Sanji’s cock and slowly pushed one finger inside him. The blonde groaned and bit his lip. Not good enough.


He pushed a second finger deep inside the cook as he let his lips slide down. Sanji swore and took a deep breath. Zoro pulled his fingers away slowly and then let them find a rhythm with his mouth.


“You shou… oh… fuck…” Sanji moaned and bucked his hips, rolling with Zoro’s movements. The swordsman let his tongue flick expertly. Finding weaknesses was what Zoro did best, and this was one of the cook’s big ones. Sanji’s soft cries became louder and higher, he gasped and moaned. Finally, he threw his head back and let the shudders overtake him, cursing as he came.


The swordsman stood slowly, kissing the sooty flesh. He licked his lips and tasted the sweetness of Sanji’s orgasm. Then he let his rough lips graze the perfect pink nipples; the cook breathed heavily and leaned back. His whole body was hyper sensitive from the blissful rush. Zoro was driving him wild just by licking his nipples and kissing his throat. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin again already.


Zoro stood back and took in the sight of the dishevelled blonde. His cheeks were flushed, his body was covered in smudges of soot, and his hair was a mess. Zoro undid the cursed straps and finally let them fall to the ground. His shirt fell apart, only sticking around the knife wound. It was only a shallow wound. He wouldn’t have to go easy. He peeled the shirt away and then pulled his belt off and threw them near Sanji’s pile of expensive suit. The blonde looked much better this way.


Zoro moved back between Sanji’s legs. The cook’s fingers went to his trousers and undid the belt with ease. Sanji slid his hands down Zoro’s ass and squeezed as he pushed his trousers down. The swordsman kicked his last clothing away and then pressed their naked bodies together. Sanji leaned in and kissed him deeply, then started biting his throat. Zoro growled with lust.


Damn ero-cook.


The blonde lifted his head, side-stepped out of Zoro’s grasp and strolled over to their clothing. He picked up a bottle from his jacket pocket and handed it to the swordsman with a grin.


“We can’t take too long” he said. It was a good excuse. He didn't want to admit how much he wanted Zoro inside him.


“Is that so?” Zoro pulled the cook close. He wound his fingers around Sanji’s soft blonde curls and then stroked his erection. Looked like the cook had good stamina. That was going to be very useful… Zoro coated himself with oil, and then he ground their bodies together again. Sanji moaned at the contact with his tender flesh.


“Turn around” Zoro guided the cook’s hips until he was facing the tree trunk.


“Put your hands out. Lean forward.”


The blonde was quite a sight. Perfect ass to the sky in the afternoon sun, legs slightly spread, covered in soot… Zoro gently rubbed a dirty hand between Sanji’s pert ass cheeks, teasing, and tempting.


“Ready?” he asked.


“Mmmmm…” Sanji nodded. His messy gold hair lit up in the sun like a beacon.


Zoro ground himself against the cook’s ass and leaned over to whisper to him,


“You sure?”


Sanji moaned and bucked his hips.


Zoro slid into the cook; letting the powerful sensation take over. A combination of pure pleasure and something more… He was just so fucking tight. The swordsman pulled back and let his body guide him to that weak spot… slow but firm, he drove the blonde into the tree. Sanji moaned and pushed back, his knuckles white against the pale grey bark. Zoro could feel him bucking and struggling. He held the blonde fast and pushed him forwards, watching the perfect ass clenching over him.


It was a sight that made all the blood go straight to his groin; something was missing though… He slowed and kissed down the cook’s back before stepping away. Sanji grumbled and turned around.


“What's your fucking problem?” he pouted.


Zoro grinned as he finally figured out what he wanted. He wanted to look the arrogant bastard in the eyes as he took control. The blonde might be all leg and muscle but he was light as a feather in weight training terms. Zoro stepped forwards, put his arms around Sanji’s waist, and lifted the blonde into the air. He held him up, with his back against the tree.


“Put your legs up. Both of them.” Zoro stroked Sanji’s cock and kissed him deeply.


The swordsman lifted those flexible legs around his waist and leaned in to look into that one blue eye as their bodies joined.


“That ok?” The swordsman asked, as he stroked his hands up that warm lithe body. The blonde groaned as Zoro slid inside him, and then returned the kiss with a vengeance, biting Zoro’s split lip and making him horny as hell.


Zoro held Sanji against the tree trunk as if he was as light as air. It meant that he could pull his hips way back, and dive into Sanji without warning. The cook had no control, Zoro’s powerful body moved him and moved in him as the swordsman directed. His movements were slow, forceful, and precise; he fucked just like he fought. It was a new experience for Sanji; he’d always been with people who liked him to do all the work. Now he was at the swordsman’s mercy…


This time Zoro could feel every part of the cook and he could control his movements totally. He held onto Sanji’s knees and used the pressure of his hips to grind the cook into the bark. Zoro brushed the messy damp strands of gold from the cook’s face as he drove into him. He wanted to pleasure Sanji with every part of his finely tuned body. He wanted to the cook to feel his strength with every hard thrust. The blonde’s breathing was ragged and irregular; he was starting to moan again. Zoro kept his movements slow but he held the blonde close as he ground their powerful bodies together.


Sanji’s body was on fire, responding to every jerk of Zoro’s hips. He couldn’t think straight and he couldn’t even talk - his breath was ragged and his throat was dry from gasping and moaning. For once, he wanted to be controlled... to let his body give in to the pure raw power. All his senses were ablaze, the swordsman’s deep thrusts sent jolts of pleasure shooting through him. Zoro’s hands stroked his pale skin deftly and his lips and tongue followed. His body quivered under Zoro’s touch, his caress, his gilded tongue... Every part of him was licked, teased, and abused as Zoro ground his body mercilessly.


The swordsman increased speed, pounding the blonde harder and thrusting into him with precision. The blonde’s moans got shorter and more desperate; he started to whimper as his body gave in to the swordsman’s rough thrusts. Zoro was unrelenting, pinning him down, and taking his body to the limit of rapture. He wrapped his fingers in Zoro’s hair, and desperately tightened his grip on the swordsman. Zoro responded by ramming him hard against the bark. He could feel the heat and force of the powerful body inside him. Zoro’s breath was hot on his face as he growled with building lust. The swordsman swore and closed his hands on Sanji’s hips as he came, loud and hard. The cook could feel him throbbing, hot and Zoro lifted the blonde up off his hips and slammed him into the tree, hammering into him with the raw force of orgasm. Sanji felt the swordsman fill him, and heard his animal roar as he reached his own climax. The full force of it hit him, and his body quaked with the first rolling waves of bliss. Zoro pulled them together, his thrusts slow and powerful and Sanji gasped and swore. Finally, the swordsman leaned in and kissed the blonde deeply.


“Thanks. That was good.” Zoro mumbled into Sanji’s fringe.


He had quite a talent for understatement.


“I need a cigarette” the cook replied. He could do understatement just fine. Anyway, he felt like he’d been fucked for a week. Zoro slowly pulled away from him and lowered him back onto the ground. He let his dark eyes travel slowly up the blonde’s smudged, sooty, and blood covered body. Nami would have a fit if she saw him like this. He smirked.


“What?” Sanji asked as he lit his smoke.


“Nothing.”


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The days had been slow and dull. They’d trained and trained and trained and trained… until Sanji was bruised, and Zoro was frustrated as hell.


It was only natural that eventually they’d move on to something a little more entertaining.


“Oi. What are you doing?”


Sanji and Zoro froze.


“Looks like fun!” Luffy strolled into the galley and squatted down next to Sanji.


“My turn next Zoro!!!!” he said, beaming.


The cook and the swordsman lunged apart and did their best job of pretending that nothing had been happening.


“Come on Zoro! Kiss me!!!!” Luffy grinned wide and shoved his head towards the swordsman.


Zoro couldn’t help it. He smiled. That idiot of a Captain, he was just so damn… childish. So innocent. It was hard not to admire him, deciding that he could be Pirate King even though he was so hopeless... Zoro’s thought process was interrupted again as Sanji knuckled his head into the table and stood up. Luffy stared at the back of Zoro’s head then turned his wide eyes on the blonde.


“What do you want for dinner?” the cook asked the comically gaping monkey.


“Meat!” the Straw Hat Captain screamed predictably, before turning his attention back to Zoro. The distraction hadn’t worked quite as well as the cook had hoped.


“Awwww Zorooooooo….” Luffy whined “if you’re in love you should tell me. I was getting my hopes up….” He sighed and then stood up again.


“Hey Chopper!!!!” Luffy screamed “Wanna go fishing?!” He strode to the door and then hesitated “I don’t mind, you know…” he said quietly, before disappearing out onto the deck.


Zoro and Sanji just stared at each other.


“Hey Zoro” said Sanji.


“Umph?” said Zoro.


“What just happened?”


“Fucked if I know.” The swordsman shrugged and tried to turn his brain off. It didn’t work.


In the silence, Sanji let the implications of what had just happened sink in. Luffy knew what was happening. And he didn’t mind. But what if he told the ladies? The thought made Sanji quake with fear. Luffy wasn’t exactly known throughout the Eastern Blue for his subtlety, now was he? What would his precious Nami-san think if she knew he took it from a hairy marimo?!


Robin might not mind… he mused, momentarily distracted by a sweet lingering fantasy or two… but Nami? It was too terrible to even think about.


But there was one thing even worse than that.


Luffy preferred Zoro!


He hadn’t asked him for a kiss now had he? Damn marimo bastard.


I’m heaps sexier than you.


He glared at Zoro.


Zoro didn’t notice though. His mind was just -slightly- occupied with other things.
In love? With the shitty cook?


No way.


Not possible.


Roronoa Zoro did not fall in love.


He didn’t have sex with men either.


And he certainly didn’t take it from a shitty pansy-ass cook.


He sighed.


“Oi” Sanji’s voice cut through his thoughts “Don’t you dare chuck a tantrum you moody bastard.”


Zoro found his train of thought… that’s right. Luffy hadn’t said it when HE did anything. He said it when Sanji hit him.


Maybe the cook was in love with him…


“Oi! I said stop sulking marimo!” Sanji’s high pitched bitching voice. So damn girly. Zoro tried hard not to smile. For some reason, sulking was the last thing on his mind.


He looked up at the cook. Sanji was all embarrassed pink cheeks and indignant curly eyebrow. Zoro lazily leaned forward, grabbed the blonde around the waist and pulled him down into his lap. They may not be able to fuck here and now, but he knew he didn’t want to talk anymore.


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