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 - these characters are pure fantasy!


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


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Nami slammed down her mug and wiped the last of the cheap wine from her lips. The motion startled Zoro from his reflections. What a fucked up few weeks it had been.


“I win!” she said, her eyes sliding around the room unfocussed, “Give me that 2000 berri you owe me Zoro or I’ll add it to your debt plus int…” her eyes closed and her head drooped forward. She was fast asleep. Sanji looked up from pouring her next drink and gaped.


“Nami-schwan… don’t you want another little drink…? I made it especially for yooooouuuu…” he said, heart-shaped eyes fluttering. Zoro nudged the sleeping girl with his foot. She fell backwards, narrowly avoiding hitting the deck head first.


“Hey!” said Sanji, his hands cradling the sleeping girl’s head. “You watch what you do to Nami-schwan you oaf…” he looked down at the drooling mess. “I was hoping I might finally work my way into Nami’s good books tonight….” He sighed and tucked a flour sack under her head.


“You mean her pants” said Zoro, smirking “seems like you were planning a bit too far ahead” he said, levelling Wadou - his favourite katana - at Sanji’s straining pants. He tried to look up at Sanji’s face but he couldn’t take his eyes off the bulge in his pants. His whole body tingled. He slowly forced his eyes up to meet the cook’s. Sanji crossed his legs, a deep red blush rising in his cheeks.


“Shut up pervert.” Sanji tugged at his jacket trying to cover his conspicuous bulge. “I didn’t know that you spent so much time staring at my crotch.”


He shifted his weight again, looking down at the floor. He didn’t want Zoro to see the twinkle in his eye. That was a great line… he could feel the swordsman cringe. 'Go away!' he thought, in the general direction of his crotch. He didn’t want to be distracted when there was so much fun to be had. All this wriggling was just making it rub just the right way. This was not helping. He didn’t want Zoro to run away and jerk off before he’d had his fun with him.


“There’s a lot of things that you don’t know about me” said Zoro, trying to sound threatening. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had re-played this scene in his mind a thousand times. He would not fuck it up. Here was Sanji sitting only a few feet away from him practically bursting out of his pants. It was making his brain turn to mush. What should he say? Shit.


He didn’t really know how to chat up a guy... With a girl you just told them how gorgeous they were until they either slapped you or fucked you. He could imagine what Sanji would do if he did that. Sanji was staring at him with a funny smile on his face. Shit. Say something. Just fucking spit it out!


He lowered the katana slightly and rested the tip on Sanji’s thigh. “There’s more than one way to sate a sailor’s itch…” he nearly stopped there and just ran, but the katana was practically a part of him… and that part of him was resting on Sanji’s thigh. Too late now…


He let the katana trail slowly down over Sanji’s leg to his foot and then sat it suggestively in his own lap and leered. He had to get just the right balance of suggestiveness and restraint… He had been going over this scene in his mind for weeks. How he would approach, how he would slowly peel off each piece of that dark suit and touch his lips to the tender pale flesh beneath….


“Looks like you might be thinking to far ahead too” said Sanji, a cool smile levelled at Zoro’s rising katana. Zoro slowly drew the back of the blade across his crotch and returned the katana to its sheath. He undid his bandana from around his arm, and then he took off his shirt and folded it next to him. He never did anything by halves. If this was going to happen then he would have to fucking make it happen.


“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it…” He said, terrified by what Sanji might say. Would he just laugh in his face? Wake Nami and Luffy and point while Zoro struggled to get his shirt back on so he could leap overboard and drown himself?


“I haven’t…” teased Sanji, loving the contrast between the bravado - the bastard was actually getting undressed! - and the gut wrenching fear that was plain on the swordsman’s face “I’ve got Nami to think about.”


Zoro growled softly, he removed his katanas one by one and placed them on the floor next to him. Shit. What could he say? Sanji hadn’t laughed... In fact he was giving Zoro a look that Zoro had only seen him give a really tender cut of meat. Was he thinking about how to dissect him? Ok, ok… have to stop thinking. Just let the lust take over - if I keep worrying I’m just going to sound like a desperate high school girl. Control. He had to be in control.


“Well I think you’d better start worrying about me…” he said, slowly unravelling his green haramaki and folding it neatly on top of his shirt.


“I don’t need to worry about you. I can take you any day marimo man!” scoffed Sanji.


“Well why don’t you come over here and try it?” drawled Zoro “I’m all ready for you.”


He stroked his chest, letting his fingers run down his biggest scar and rest on his muscled stomach. Sanji stroked the soft down on his chin and took a few drags on his cigarette. Zoro noticed that the bulge in his pants hadn’t subsided. He tried not to get carried away imagining how sweet his flesh would smell, how his slender body would feel... He couldn’t ruin his chance. He was no good at this stupid courtship stuff. Why should a man have to go to all this effort to seduce another man? Surely that was girl stuff. Why couldn’t the teasing strumpet just pull his pants down and let him get on with it?


“What? You afraid that I’ll show you up in the bedroom as well?” Zoro struggled to bring his eyes back up to meet Sanji’s. He was smiling and leaning back over a sack of rice. His legs were spread. Zoro could almost smell him. He thought he was going to explode. “I promise I’ll go easy on you….” He smirked to cover his embarrassment. Sanji grinned widely and took a leisurely drag on his cigarette. The bastard was just laughing at him. He’d never hear the end of it now. He knew this was a stupid idea.


“Fine” he snapped. “Just forget I said anything. You wouldn’t have been able to handle me anyway.” He snorted and picked up his haramaki and began to wind it back around his body. Sanji laughed.


“I wondered how long it would take you.” He grinned a cheeky grin. “For someone who’s going to be the best swordsman in the world, you’re not very good at picking up a duelling partner. No wonder you’re so frustrated.” He laughed again. Zoro’s eyes turned black. He was so angry now that he had almost forgotten the promise of sweet pale flesh… almost.


“I’m only frustrated because you keep leading me on.” He snapped.


“I do nothing of the sort” said Sanji, his eyes dancing merrily. He reached up to his mouth and plucked the cigarette from his lips. He looked at Zoro levelly through the blue smoke as his other hand trailed from his knee, over his thighs and then came to rest on his hips, he licked his lips. It was more than Zoro could stand. In one fluid motion he grabbed his swords and clothes and strode past Sanji to the door.


“I’m going to train.” He said, in a strangled gasp.


“It’s just like you to scoff down your appetiser and miss the main course...” Said Sanji as Zoro lifted his hand to the door handle. Zoro turned and looked down at him. He didn’t want to miss his chance but he didn’t know if he could stand this much longer without just jumping on Sanji and… No, no, no, concentrate. He hovered, one hand on the door and held his breath.


“I bet I can make you come before I do” said Sanji, softly.

Zoro’s jaw practically hit the floor. As it was he dropped his clothes and his katanas. He winced as they hit the floor with a clang. But it didn’t take him long to recover.


“I bet you can’t” he growled. Sanji leaned back and stretched, then put out his cigarette. Zoro was so excited he didn’t know what to do. He knew what he wanted to do, but he didn’t want to be too rough. Sanji was such a ladies man; he wouldn’t know what to do with a man. He’d probably scare him off if he went too fast…


“Well don’t just stand there, sit down” said Sanji, relishing the confusion on Zoro’s face and the prodigious swelling of his pants. Zoro sat down cross-legged; he looked like a starving man staring at a banquet. He just didn’t know where to start. His eyes burned with lust. He wasn’t looking at Sanji’s face at all, just his slender, tight body….


“I’m up here you lout.” Said Sanji, he leaned forward and sat on Zoro’s lap facing him. He let his groin rest hard up against Zoro. “That better?” he said. Zoro wrapped his big calloused hands around Sanji’s slender waist and pulled his even closer.


“Oh yes,” he whispered. Sanji leaned in and kissed him deeply, he felt all of the built up lust from the last weeks swell up inside him. He explored every part of Sanji’s mouth with his tongue and bit his lips gently. But he wanted more. He reached up and began to undo Sanji’s shirt buttons.


“Now, now, Mr. Marimo you’re going to have to be patient if you want to play with me…” he picked up Zoro’s hands and moved them to behind Zoro’s back. Then he undid Zoro’s haramaki, picked up the discarded bandana and tied Zoro’s hands behind his back. He could feel Sanji hard against him, wriggling while he tied the knot. Zoro was frustrated, he just wanted to grab him and push him up against a barrel and… but he had to be restrained. No matter how much he was teased. He couldn’t be too rough.


Deep breath.


“Well let’s see what has been giving you all this trouble then.” Sanji teased, his hand trailing slowly down Zoro’s chest and resting on his crotch. He sat back just far enough to get good access and undid Zoro’s pants. A hot sweet musky smell rose from between them and Zoro gasped involuntarily as he felt the light, cold fingers caress him.


“No wonder you’ve been so upset. This is quite a big problem you have.” Sanji smiled as he began to stroke Zoro slowly and gently.


“I’ve been saving it all up for you” mumbled Zoro, ducking as Sanji tried to swat him away from pulling his shirt buttons open with his teeth. He tore at the fabric and got one button undone. Sanji looked at him rasing one curly eyebrow,


“You really have been haven’t you?” he pushed Zoro away from his shirt squeezing him harder to get his attention. Zoro groaned.


“Come on you tease…”


“Well I don’t usually eat that much meat in one sitting…” he grinned impishly, he could feel Zoro getting damp below his soft hands. He wiped up single bead of moisture with his fingers and lifted his hand until it was right in front of Zoro’s face and licked it off with relish. Zoro groaned again and tested the knot at his wrists. It was pretty tight. Damn it.


“… I’m sure I could make an exception though…” He leaned forward, really close and rubbed himself against Zoro, who groaned again.


“Come on… please...” he said. Sanji smiled, moved himself away and off Zoro and stood up.


“I never heard you say please before. Maybe this is the best way to teach you some manners…” He loosened his tie and started to undo the remaining buttons of his shirt. Then he took off his jacket and hung it up on a peg on the wall. The shirt followed soon after. Zoro twisted his hands out of the sash, but kept them behind his back. He’s in for it now, he thought.


He sat, level with Sanji’s crotch as he slowly undid the buttons on his pants and slipped them down over his slender thighs. He wasn’t wearing any underpants. Horny bitch. The cook smiled and stroked his nipples, then went to remove his tie.


“Leave it on” Zoro growled. Sanji looked at him quizzically then grinned and tightened the tie again. Kinky bastard. Zoro could smell the sweetness of his pheromones in the air. He looked so pale and soft, so warm and tight. Sanji kicked off his shoes and smiled down at his captive.


“Like what you see?” he asked. He was a natural blonde. Zoro had wondered…. he wouldn’t have put it past the vain bastard to dye his hair even out in the middle of the ocean. As it was he just nodded, hypnotised.


“I’m still up here.” Sanji said, rolling his eyes. Was this guy just going to sit there staring at his dick? He really was hopeless.


“So, what are you going to do to me, with that black look of yours?” Sanji encouraged. Zoro tried to remember what position he had settled on in his fantasies… Having Sanji naked right in front of him, stroking himself complacently had distracted him utterly.


“Is that an invitation?” asked Zoro, using the last of his self-restraint.


“I can just take care of myself if you’re scared I’m going to beat you.” Sanji smirked.


There is only so much that a man can take. Zoro stood up and threatened Sanji with his fourth and favourite sword. He put one hand on either side of it and grabbed his pants and tore them off. Grinning blackly, he threw them at Sanji.


“I’m going to make you eat those words,” he said.


“You don’t want me to start on something else?” Sanji asked, coyly biting one finger any looking longingly at Zoro’s weighty erection. It really was something. Maybe he shouldn’t have teased the guy quite so much… Zoro walked up to him and pulled their bodies together, he could smell Sanji hot and sweet and he grabbed his tight ass and squeezed. Then he slowly sunk to his knees, kissing Sanji’s face, neck, chest… Biting his nipples softly as he went down. Sanji moaned and held Zoro’s head between his hands.


“I guess not…” he murmured. Zoro kissed his stomach and then his thighs…. He started to work his way slowly back up alternating nibbles with long deft licks. He reached up one hand above him and began to stroke Sanji in time to his licking, getting higher and higher and higher… Sanji gasped and Zoro drew away and looked up at him. His face was flushed pink and he was breathing heavy. The smell of his sex was all Zoro knew. He took him in his mouth deep and sudden and Sanji groaned softly. He flicked his tongue over Sanji, squeezing his buttocks hard, and then he released him just as suddenly. Sanji sighed and mumbled something…


“What?” said Zoro, slowly licking his way back up Sanji’s torso, pinching his nipples again before nibbling the soft skin on his neck. He tasted just as sweet as he had thought. His skin was soft and sweet and tight. He wondered if he’d be this tight on …


“Don’t you want me to lick you from one end to the other…?” Sanji gasped out as Zoro put one hand between his legs and rubbed him gently. He sure as hell wasn’t going to loose this to a man virgin but it felt so good…


“Nope” said Zoro pausing briefly before continuing to suckle the sweet flesh, …he tasted so sweet… He wriggled his fingers and Sanji squirmed, Zoro could feel him getting even harder. He was sure to win. Sanji was starting to sway, all that blood rushing down had made him giddy. Zoro smiled looked up at him, his lips were red and slightly parted, his eyes were closed.


“And you don’t just want to lick me?” Sanji mumbled, worried for a minute.


“Nope” said Zoro, his fingers warm and damp. He knelt down and started to nibble his way back up Sanji’s legs. Sanji was breathing deep and fast. It was such a turn on, Zoro still had his taste lingering on his lips. There was no way that he could handle Sanji’s sweet pink tongue on him without making a mess. He could almost feel it now, just like the cook... warm and wet and soft…. He stood up slowly, holding Sanji fast so he wouldn’t over balance. He was feeling light-headed now too. He leaned in over Sanji and gently rubbed them together. Sanji just leaned back and closed his eyes and moaned.


“You want me?” he whispered in Sanji’s ear.
“Yes. Yes…” said Sanji, eyes still closed.
“Yes what?” Zoro’s eyes twinkled with mischief. Sanji’s eyes opened and he stroked his fingers slowly down Zoro’s throat, swaying gently against his body as he did.


“Yes please, shit head.” Zoro put a hand on his shoulder and stepped back. Sanji turned obediently and smiled coyly over his shoulder. “Like this?”


“Mmmm….” Zoro reached out and placed one hand on each of his buttocks. He leaned forward and used his weight to push Sanji down until he was bending over a sack of rice. Sanji reached a hand back and rubbed Zoro’s cock. He felt his hand slide effortlessly up him. The bastard had bought lube. He knew that this was going to happen and he’d acted all coy. What a bitch. Fuck it, I’ll punish him later…


He nestled himself gently between Sanji’s thighs. This was just how he imagined it. He rubbed Sanji gently, and reached forward and stroked him as he leaned in. “Do you like it a little rough?” he asked, hopefully. He let one finger sink slowly into Sanji’s gorgeous ass… He was doomed. The second he let himself slide into this piece of heaven he’d just…


“Come on…” Said Sanji, bucking his hips backwards. Zoro let his fingers roll softly around and then took a firm grip of Sanji, one hip in each hand. He leaned back and let the sweet hot smell waft up to him. He could feel the warmth on his tip and he slid slowly down until he rested between Sanji’s thighs. He quivered in delight and Sanji responded with a gasp and a gentle squeeze. He was just as tight as Zoro had dreamed. He pulled back and felt Sanji tremble under his touch - he swore softly. This felt too good, he could feel Sanji tightening his grip and the sweet warmth was intoxicating. He squeezed his hips and pulled them together, hard. Sanji gasped, and then moaned gently, he liked this a lot… Zoro had never heard anything more sexy.


Zoro kissed Sanji’s back and then pulled away again, and slowly they found a rhythm. The swordsman leaned in and took Sanji’s cock in his hand and squeezed. The blonde could feel Zoro hard inside him; he was so damned big it was hard not to just give in. He could feel his muscles tightening involuntarily and could only just keep himself from yeilding to the shudders of orgasm. He bucked his hips wildly and tried to stop Zoro for just a minute, so that he could calm down, but he didn’t stop. He just got faster. And harder. Sanji could feel his fingers digging in to his hips… concentrate on that. Don’t think about the hard strong body, heaving into him again and again and again and again…


Sanji tensed and let out a gasp. He bucked and squirmed as he felt the giddy waves of orgasm rock him.


Zoro could feel him getting faster and faster. Sanji was pulling him in and holding him, harder every time… He could hear his breathing get shorter and more desperate. He was coming. Zoro tightened his grip and thrust deep, he felt Sanji quiver and tense and then cry out. “Oh fuck… Zoro…fuck…”


His muscles tensed in waves and pulled Zoro down with him. Zoro felt the pleasure tip him over the edge and he thrust up hard between Sanji’s legs. He gasped as he felt the soft insides quiver and clench around him, he heard Sanji call out his name and then lost himself completely. He held Sanji tight below him and came hard deep inside him, the force of the orgasm making his vision blur and his breathing stop… They shuddered to a halt together.


It took him a while to get his breath back. He gasped and gaped and then slowly withdrew from the sprawled figure below him.


“I won.” He said, and slapped Sanji on his tender pink bottom. Holy fuck, that was good.


“Like hell you did” said Sanji rolling over to a sitting position then straightening his tie. He stood up and laughed. “You just have to win don’t you? Now lie down and give me a cuddle.” Zoro snorted and looked at him sceptically. He looked serious. Oh well, anything that would get him another piece of that was fine by him. He lay down and made himself comfortable.


Sanji strode over and happily sprawled himself over Zoro’s muscly physique twirling one finger absent mindedly around his nipple.


“Just one thing,” Zoro asked “why the hell did you play with me for so long before you let me have you?”


“You haven’t figured it out marimo man?” said Sanji, ruffling Zoro’s green hair affectionately. “I like you when you’re angry”


Che, thought Zoro. He’s lucky that he does. He twisted from under Sanji’s grip and pinned him face down to the floor. He leaned in over Sanji’s shoulder letting his lips just brush his ear.


“Got room for dessert?” he whispered.


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