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Teach Me	By : PassiveFish Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 3724 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: These are not my own characters and I do not own One Piece. I write for enjoyment, and not profit.

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Chapter Three
Zoro was frustrated. He’d spent the majority of the day in the crow’s nest training, and he had offered to do the night watch as a way to gain some time to think. Then again, as far as the crew were concerned this was nothing new and so nobody had the slightest idea that something was eating away at their swordsman. Zoro was on his back pumping away at an insanely loaded barbell, thoughts running through his mind. He’d been with the crew, what, just over a year now? He shrugged to himself, he hadn’t realised it had been that long. That meant that he hadn’t been able to satisfy his sexual needs with anyone or anything except his own hand, although in hindsight this was probably a good thing because he needed to focus on his training.
‘We’re not all like you.’
This comment had irked him immensely. What was the cook implying? Did Sanji really think of him as a slut who just took advantage of people for sex, or was Sanji implying that he thought Zoro made an easy time of it? Either way, that was far from the truth.
But then again, why had it bothered him so much what Sanji thought of him? It’s not as though he needed to prove himself to the stupid ero-cook.
And yet the thing that was frustrating him the most was the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about the blond. The way he had looked the moment they had broken their kiss: the lust in his eyes, the thrusting of his hips. Zoro wanted him. He wanted to make the cook come undone with desire. He wanted to show the cook what he hasn’t yet experienced.
Zoro put the barbell back onto its stand above his head and relaxed, groaning at the thoughts now going through his head. He can’t say he hadn’t had thoughts about the cook before, he was only human and Sanji was so hot, especially when he was handing people’s asses to them in a fight. However, that isn’t to say that he had ever really considered it as something that could seriously come to pass. Hell, he’d had passing thoughts about the ladies of the crew too so it wasn’t like he was into men or anything.
Sanji’s voice filled his head once more.
‘I’m way out of your league.’
Zoro grinned. So the cook was playing hard to get? This was going to be interesting.

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After what had occurred between him and Zoro the previous day, Sanji had spent much of his time with the other members of the crew out in the sun, preparing sundaes and other refreshments to try and keep everybody cool. It was nothing unusual for Zoro to be spending time in the training room, but the swordsman hadn’t come to join the crew with breakfast or dinner, instead choosing to raid the fridge when nobody was looking, and then retreating back up to his hideaway.
Zoro did get like this occasionally, and so the crew paid it no thought, but Sanji couldn’t help but wonder whether he was avoiding everybody because of what had happened between the two of them. Sanji shook his head, wondering whether that thought made him slightly pig-headed. Zoro was just being Zoro. Zoro had only come onto Sanji because Sanji had practically dared him to. That means that they’ve technically been full circle and things will be back to normal in no time.
Sanji sat back in the deck chair, closing his eyes against the warm sun. Luffy could be heard from somewhere nearer the front of the ship. Other than that, it was quite peaceful. The other crew members were elsewhere on the ship leaving Sanji as the only one on the lawn deck at the moment. Just Sanji and his thoughts.
Damn it. Stupid Marimo.
At first Sanji was furious with the swordsman. Zoro thought he could have anybody he wanted, when he wanted. And to be honest, Sanji would have let him had he been more polite and not so fucking smug with himself. After Sanji had had time to relax, he began feeling as though he’d missed out on a once in a lifetime opportunity. Now that he had stung Zoro’s pride there was probably going to be no chance of him coming on to Sanji again. And that kiss. The hairs stood up on the back of Sanji’s neck at the thought and he felt himself become slightly aroused. Sanji was mentally kicking himself. He wouldn’t be a virgin right now if he’d have gone along with it!
Sanji looked down at his crotch, which had began to form quite the tent at the thoughts running through his head. Fucking great.
The cook suddenly stood up and made his way towards the bath-house at the back of the ship. He had always had an issue with keeping his excitement under control and in these situations there was only one thing he could really do.
Sanji kicked his clothes off and then stepped under the steamy water, altering the temperature slightly so it wasn’t overly hot.
After soaping up his hands, Sanji’s fingers began to ghost over his naked torso, stopping momentarily to tweak his nipples. The effect of the touch made his stiff hard on twitch slightly. Sanji felt as though he was quite close already and he hadn’t even touched himself yet. He rested his free hand on the wall of the shower whilst his other hand snaked down to grip his straining cock. As a shudder ran up his spine, Sanji closed his eyes and he began to move his hand over the leaking tip, and then back down the shaft slowly. He felt his toes grip the slippery surface underneath him as his legs tensed up. He wondered what it would be like if it was somebody else touching him right now. He had never experience somebody else’s touch like this. As the thought came to his head, he had to stop momentarily, holding himself back.
Jesus Christ, what is wrong with me today?
Sanji let out a long breath and then started moving again. It felt so good. His fingers sped up slightly now as he couldn’t wait much longer for release. He wanted the pleasure to wash over him. As he felt the build up in the pit of his stomach, Sanji suddenly saw green in his mind’s eye and remembered the sensation of a warm tongue crashing into his mouth, and a muscular chest pressing him into the deck. Sanji’s knees buckled as he came hard onto the tiled wall in front of him, all of his weight now relying on the other hand that was holding him up. The feeling of relief washed over him as his breathing began to regulate itself with long, drawn out breaths.
Sanji slid down under the streams of water into a sitting position, exhausted, resting his head back against the wall.
‘Hurry up and fuck me, you stupid shitty swordsman.’
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Later that night, Zoro was making his way down to the kitchen to get something else to eat. It was strange but he couldn’t seem to satisfy his hunger whenever he fed himself, and therefore seemed to pig-out more. The meals that Sanji made always seemed to be the perfect mix of carbohydrate, protein and fat to see the swordsman through at least 4 hours. Zoro frowned as he wondered what physical state he’d be in if it wasn’t for the cook and his ability to match the meal to the person.
And so here he was, again, on his way to find something to sate his hunger for what felt the tenth time that day. Unfortunately, he’d miscalculated the location of the other crew members, figuring they’d all be in bed, and paced in to find Sanji finishing what was left of the washing up.
Zoro hesitated, wondering if he should come back later, but then thought better of it before sauntering past to the refrigerator. Sanji had heard Zoro come in, and he had also heard him hesitate. He grinned inwardly. Good, so the stupid swordsman knows that I’m probably still pissed at him.
Zoro opened the fridge and looked inside, before picking up a piece of cold chicken, a few carrots and a large piece of cheese. He saw half a bottle of red wine on the counter top and decided that this would be a perfect drink to wash it down with.
Sanji could see Zoro in his peripheral vision, and turned his head slightly to see what decision Zoro had made for a meal. Sanji rolled his eyes.
‘I can’t watch. Want me to make you something?’ asked Sanji, picking up a tea towel to dry his hands on.
Zoro looked over at him.
‘Is something wrong with my choice of food, cook?’
Sanji sighed, reaching for a heavy saucepan before setting it onto the cooker and pouring a dash of oil into it.
‘You’ve been eating nearly every hour on the hour today and now I know why. Number one, that is way too much cheese and not enough meat. Here.’ Sanji reached out to take the chicken from him and added it to the pan, and then reached back into the fridge to get some more of the chicken.
‘On second thoughts, we won’t need the cheese.’
Zoro was amazed by the skilfulness of the man in front of him. Sanji was tossing the ingredients with such ease, and knew exactly when to add the next ingredient, and what quantity. Sanji then opened the bottle of wine and poured a generous amount into the pan. Now this was Zoro’s kind of dish.
After what was only a few minutes, during which time Sanji had told Zoro exactly what he was putting into the pan, and why, Sanji served up the dish and handed it to Zoro.
‘And voila! Coq Au Vin.’
Zoro raised an eyebrow.
‘Cock of what?’
Sanji rolled his eyes at him for the second time that evening.
‘It’s French for chicken with wine, you dumbass.’
‘How do you remember all this cooking stuff?’ asked Zoro, walking over to the table and sitting down to eat. Sanji filled up the washing up bowl with warm soapy water again and began to clean up the utensils he had just used.
‘I dunno. I guess it’s just... there. I don’t really need to follow recipes anymore ‘cos I know the best way to put stuff together.’
‘Mmmm, this is good, cook.’ Zoro said around a large piece of chicken.
‘You need to stop missing meal times and then you won’t go hungry, will you, you idiot.’
Zoro finished his mouthful this time before replying.
‘Yeah, whatever. Maybe if you let me know when the food is ready I might not have to feed myself.’
Sanji dried his hands before folding his arms across his chest.
‘Sorry, but I call bullshit on that one. You knew exactly when the food was ready, you just sat up there with your tail between your legs.’ Sanji realised the moment he said it that last sentence probably sounded harsher than he meant it to.
Zoro finished his last few mouthfuls, and then stood to take his bowl over to the sink next to where Sanji was stood. He put the bowl in the sink then casually turned his head to look at Sanji.
‘You’re such a pain in the ass, cook.’
‘And why exactly would that be, you shitty Marimo,’ Sanji frowned, not expecting such a calm response.
Zoro sighed, pulling himself up so that he was sat on the work surface. To his amusement, he saw Sanji’s eyebrow twitch as he did so, but Sanji didn’t tell him to get off.
‘What is it that you want, exactly?’ Zoro, as always, got straight to the point. Sanji couldn’t believe how perceptive this man was when he wanted to be, and didn’t really know how to react.
‘Wh... What are you talking about?’ Sanji questioned, knowing full well what Zoro was talking about.
Zoro just held Sanji’s gaze, not saying anything more. Sanji could feel the blood rushing south as those dark eyes burnt into his, until he couldn’t hold the gaze any longer, blushing and looking away. Shit, why now?
‘Damn you, you stupid swordsman.’
‘You know what? I’ll leave it to you.’ Zoro jumped off the counter and took a few steps towards the door. He then turned and looked back at Sanji, whose eyes had flicked up to meet his as the cook tried to work out what was happening.
‘I’m up for it, if you are.’
Zoro turned his back to Sanji again stepping forward and reaching for the door handle. Sanji panicked slightly, thinking that this was probably his final offer.
‘What if I said I was?’
Damn that swordsman! As much as he thought the swordsman was an arrogant prick, he also wanted him, and Zoro had given him another opportunity that he just couldn’t pass up. His heart was racing at the moment and he didn’t really know what to do in the present situation. Would Zoro stay? Something inside Sanji imagined Zoro turning to laugh at him. They were both proud people after all, always trying to one-up each other. But then again, tonight had gone surprisingly insult-free to a certain extent. Sanji mused momentarily on how out-of-character this had been for the two of them.
To Sanji’s relief the swordsman hesitated.
Zoro turned to look into that one visible blue eye, wondering whether he had just heard correctly. Oh God, Sanji looked so innocent and naive right now, that one eye wide with the fear of rejection, the fear of having his pride wounded. Zoro smiled and slowly began to make his way over to the cook, closing the gap between them. The blush on Sanji’s face grew once again and he closed his eyes in embarrassment, waiting for the swordsman to make a move. Sanji felt himself being grabbed by his upper arms, the grip firm but not in any way painful.
‘Open your eyes, cook.’ Zoro’s voice was calm, reassuring. Sanji had never experienced this tone of voice from the man who always seemed to speak to him with slight dislike in his deep voice. Sanji’s eyes flicked open at the unexpected manner in which the swordsman had said those words, now finding himself looking into dark eyes that were currently less than half a foot away from his face. Sanji could feel Zoro’s breath on his face, and a shiver shot up his spine at the way that Zoro’s eyes seemed to be flicking between his own and his lips. Sanji self-consciously licked his bottom lip, causing Zoro to suddenly close the gap, wanting to feel that tongue on his own. Sanji’s senses to go wild under the strong hold of the swordsman, and he reached and mimicked the hold so that they were holding onto each other desperately, their tongues battling for dominance.
As their mouths continued to clash, Zoro released his hold, moving his hands to the cook’s front so that he could start to slowly unbutton the blue pin-striped shirt. As he did so, Sanji mirrored the action, frantically trying to push the green coat over Zoro’s shoulders. Zoro reached up and grabbed Sanji’s wrists, stopping him and pulling back out of the kiss.
A look of confusion fell over Sanji’s features.
‘Will you slow down, you damn cook? Come over here.’
Zoro turned the two of them around, guiding Sanji, still by the wrists, and pushing him up against the wall. Sanji’s eyes were filled with longing, his cheeks tinted pink and his mouth slightly parted. Zoro felt his erection straining against the inside of his pants. This man in front of him was so damn hot. He placed Sanji’s wrists down by his sides so that Sanji’s palms were flat against the wall.
‘I want you to keep your hands there, is that okay with you, cook?’
Sanji came to his senses for a split second, his brow furrowing, about to argue with the swordsman. He thought back to their first encounter and how Zoro had presumed that Sanji would do whatever he wanted him to. However, Sanji was in need of the touch that the swordsman was currently giving him, and so gave Zoro a slight nod of the head. He had asked nicely, after all.
Zoro closed in to kiss the blond again, continuing to unbutton the shirt so that Sanji’s naked chest became slowly exposed, showing his hardened nipples beneath. Keeping their lips locked, Zoro continued down, unbuckling the black belt before slowly unzipping. Sanji’s hips thrust forward, a moan releasing itself into Zoro’s mouth. Sanji pushed his palms harder into the wall, becoming aware of how difficult it was to keep them where they were.
Zoro then slid the black trousers down, along with the black boxers beneath, so that they pooled around Sanji’s ankles. Sanji’s erection was flushed and solid, and the sensation of now being exposed and subject to the open air made Sanji’s hips buck once again as he felt a pang of pleasure in the pit of his stomach.
Sanji squinted, turning his head slightly, aware that he had never felt so naked as he did at this precise moment, even though his pin-striped shirt still hung open on his shoulders. Zoro began to rub his hands across the hardened muscle of Sanji’s chest, occasionally grazing over the pink nipples meriting a small intake of breath whenever he did so.
‘You are so fucking hot.’ Zoro ran his hands down Sanji’s sides, gently grazing his nails over the cook’s smooth skin.
‘Will you stop teasing me you green-haired bastard?’
‘Oh? And how do you know that’s what this is if you’ve never been touched by another?’
Zoro purposely tweaked Sanji’s nipple, causing another intake of breath. Sanji blushed.
‘Screw you. Just get on with it.’
Zoro raised an eyebrow as he slowly reached down, encasing the hardened flesh that longed for attention. Sanji bit his lip at the touch, the building tension causing him slight discomfort. Zoro rubbed his thumb over the tip, smearing the precum that had appeared there. Zoro could tell that Sanji wouldn’t last too long, and so he was going to try and get the most out of the cook.
Zoro slowly dropped to his knees, keeping his eyes locked on Sanji’s face. Sanji felt his knees begin to shake as thoughts entered his head at what was about to happen. Oh dear God. Zoro was really going to use his mouth. Zoro ran the hand that was now slicked with precum down the shaft before stopping at the base, gripping Sanji hard.
A frustrated groan came out of Sanji’s mouth but he didn’t have much time to object before Zoro’s tongue darted out and twirled itself around Sanji’s tip, lapping up the remaining precum. Sanji’s hands reached forward and gripped Zoro’s soft hair tight as he bit down on his lip to try and muffle the moans that threatened to escape.
Zoro pulled back so that his tongue was no longer pleasuring the cook, but kept the firm grip at Sanji’s base.
‘Put your hands back where they were, cook, or I’ll stop what I’m doing.’
Sanji gritted his teeth, letting out a snarl of defiance, before slamming his hands back against the wall. Zoro smiled to himself. The cook was going out of his mind with lust, and it was all Zoro’s doing. He had to admit, he loved it.
‘That’s better.’
Sanji opened his eyes and glared at the swordsman, but his annoyance didn’t last long as Zoro bent forward and took him whole. Sanji groaned leaning his head back against the wall. The pressure was so immense right now, and yet he couldn’t do anything. He didn’t want the swordsman to stop. His knuckles were turning white as he dug his nails into his palms, trying to keep them where they were.
Zoro swirled his tongue around the shaft, coming to focus again on the tip, making circular motions that were making Sanji’s moans louder. Man, we’ll have to get you a gag if this is what you’re like thought Zoro.
Sanji couldn’t take it, he needed the swordsman to let him go so that he could finish.
‘Let me...’ choked out Sanji, his eyes not able to focus on the man in front of him. He wasn’t sure whether Zoro had understood or even heard him as he let out another needful moan.
Suddenly the hand holding him removed itself. Sanji bent over forward, his hands shooting out to hold onto the shoulders of the man in front of him for support as he came hard into the warm mouth. A choked scream released itself from Sanji’s throat as wave after wave of pleasure ran through his body.
‘We’ll definitely have to work on your stamina, cook,’ grinned Zoro as Sanji was drawing in breath after heavy breath.
Sanji made his way over to the table and collapsed in a chair, resting his head on the table.
‘Shut up, stupid moss-head,’ mumbled Sanji into the wood. He was too tired to feel embarrassed at the swordsman’s comment, his body still feeling the effects of one of the strongest orgasms he’d ever had. He felt so relaxed that he could just sleep here...
‘Come on then, cook, I think it might be time for bed.’
Or not.
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