Motivation

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Chapter 5
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The swordsman and cook fell to the floor, Sanji wrapping one long leg around Zoro's thigh. Ever the gentleman in love, the cook padded the back of Zoro's head with one hand, keeping his skull from hitting the floor. Breaking away from their kiss, Zoro, a bit
breathless, looked incredulous.

"What," Sanji drawled, all poise now that he'd made his decision. "You expected me to just throw you down? That's not how lovemaking works."

He could have sworn he'd heard Zoro's breath hitch at the word. "What if I just wanted a quick fuck?"

"Then you're gonna have to fight for it, 'cause that's not how I do things." Sanji grinned ferally and bent down, planting a row of sensuous kisses along Zoro's neck. He felt his Adam's apple bob as the other man swallowed.

Sanji's long fingers were wrapped around Zoro's wrists, holding his muscular arms above his head. He was still sweaty from working out, but for some reason Sanji didn't mind the musky scent. Actually, it turned him on. A lot.

He drew back and looked at the swordsman, content to take his time. Zoro was glowering again, his eyebrows drawn in irritation, but his parted lips, darkened eyes and quickened breathing gave him away. He looked hot as hell spread out on the floor.

Languidly, Sanji rolled his hips against Zoro's, feeling their lengths slide together.

He should have known better than to think Zoro would take it laying down. Suddenly, he found himself on his back, Zoro straddling his thighs, his own feral grin gracing his face. He leaned forward until his lips were almost touching Sanji's ear and he breathed,

"What about how *I* do things, love-cook?"

"You have no finesse." Sanji said, then quickly lost his smirk as Zoro twisted one hand out of his grip and slid it between their bodies, grabbing his cock through his slacks. He gave one experienced tug. Sanji couldn't help his gasp. Before he could recover, Zoro flew into motion, sucking and biting and kissing his way down his earlobe and neck to the exposed hollow of his collarbone.

Zoro palmed his crotch teasingly, dragging one finger over the tip until Sanji writhed beneath him.

Sanji gripped Zoro's shoulders through his white tee shirt. "Stop *teasing*," he growled.

Zoro bent and claimed his lips instead of answering, thrusting a tongue between his teeth. He pulled back a moment later, looking smug as hell. "I thought you wanted to drag this out, cook."

"It's *Sanji*, marimo." Sanji managed to answer, and plunged a hand down Zoro's haramaki and under the waistband of his pants.

He gripped his balls, rolling them gently, then dragged a finger up the underside of his length, feeling him shudder above him. Zoro thrust against him, almost subconsciously.

Sanji wrapped his other leg around Zoro's waist, pressing their crotches together hard, trapping their hands between them. Sanji gripped Zoro's cock, rubbing his tip against his own, making them both shudder.

When he had him where he wanted him, Sanji fixed Zoro's eyes with his own. He looked amazing, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes wanton. But Sanji stilled his hand, just holding the other man still in what he knew must be agony. He needed to sort things out, before it really got out of control.

Sanji narrowed his eyes, holding back his own desire. "How long?" he demanded.

"What?" Zoro's eyes widened.

"How long, asshole? I knew there was a reason you were being so pissy about my sticking up for Usopp. How long have you wanted this?"

Zoro looked completely flustered, for once. Then his jaw set, eyes darkening. "How long have you?" He growled. He pulled his hand up and started undoing Sanji's belt.

Sanji seized his hand, forcing him to stop. He flicked the swordmans' head, feeling with satisfaction how Zoro tensed against the involuntary shudder. He lifted his head, blond hair falling into his eyes, until his lips were nearly pressed against Zoro's. His tone was dangerous when he demanded, "Answer me, you shitty swordsman."

"Since forever, you fucking cook." Zoro bit out, then took Sanji's lips again as he dropped his head back to the floor, stunned.

/Forever/.

Sanji automatically began stroking Zoro's length again, precum slicking his fingers, his other hand traveling down his back to his ass. The swordsman ferociously attacked the waistband of Sanji's pants, then stopped, gasping.

"Sanji. Wait."

Sanji grinned up at him. "Knew you had no stamina."

The swordsman let out a growl, practically ripping his pants the rest of the way open. "We'll see about that." He yanked Sanji's heart-covered boxers down to his knees and promptly ducked.

Sanji saw white as Zoro's lips encompassed him down to the base, tongue sliding expertly back and forth. Sanji forced himself to stay still and not thrust into the other man's throat, lacing his fingers into Zoro's short hair as he moved.

It was just as soft as it had been in his dream.

Suddenly it became too much as the sensations escalated too quickly. For reasons Sanji didn't want to think too hard about, Zoro was fucking /good/ at what he was doing.

He yanked his head back with a gasp. Zoro looked up and grinned, saliva and precum glistening on his lips. "No stamina, eh, cook?" He teased.

In response Sanji rolled his hips up until his ass was pressed against Zoro's still-concealed hardness. "There's a better way to do this," he growled.

Zoro contemplated him for a moment, then smirked. He bent forward, kissing the skin below his ear where his neck met his jaw in a surprisingly tender gesture, then suddenly and vicously thrust up.

Sanji nearly blacked out as it hit him. He felt Zoro shudder above him, his arms clutching Sanji to his chest as they came together, shaking and gasping as Sanji's seed spurted across their stomachs, liquid dripping down the crease between Sanji's legs.

"You /fucker/," Sanji gasped.

Zoro looking smug as hell as he rolled off him. "We're in the galley," he stated, "No time." He stood up a second later and grabbed a towel from the sink. Surprising Sanji yet again, he drew the towel over Sanji's stomach first, cleaning him up, before mopping at the floor.

Sanji was still sprawled, thoughts mixed up in his head. "Zoro," he said, then stopped. He didn't know what he wanted to stay.

Upside down, Zoro's face came into his vision. He was smiling as he bent down, stopping an inch from his face. "Next time, love-cook," he whispered, "we'll try it your way." He planted a kiss on Sanji's forehead, right below his hairline, and straightened. A moment later he heard him leave the galley, the door creaking as it opened and shut.

Sanji pulled up his pants and stood, palming a cigarette from his pocket as he looked out the window. Zoro had started training again on the deck.

When Sanji exhaled, the smoke-ring was in the shape of a heart.

/Next time/.

Sanji grinned, and went back to his cooking.