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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The Going Merry floated gracefully through the unpredictable waters of the Grand Line. It was a sunny day with a stiff breeze, perfect sailing weather. Robin sunbaked while reading a text on a curious ancient culture that worshipped the earth. They had believed that it was their ancient ancestor who had granted them all the gift of life. It was very interesting.


Usopp was repairing the galley door. Again. For some reason it seemed to be copping more than its usual share of the daily demolition. Nami was charting the currents around the reef they had passed when Zoro steered them off course. She lifted her pen from the page to fume - it wouldn’t do to mark the page, good paper was expensive. All he had to do was go in a straight line! Stupid lazy good for nothing…


Luffy was teaching Chopper how to turn somersaults. They were bouncing around bowling over anything that got in their path. Their delighted giggles echoed from one end of the ship to the other.


The swordsman and the cook were busy.


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Sanji let his lips trail slowly down over the hardening brown nipple. Zoro sighed and let his head fall back, he didn’t know why the cook wanted him now of all times but he didn’t care. He just wanted to let the feeling wash over him. The sweet smell of chocolate, the hot lips exploring his chest, the taste of Sanji’s smoky kiss lingering on his lips…


Sanji nibbled the now-clean nipple and then raised his head and drank in the sight of Zoro. His dark skin smeared with chocolate, his head thrown back. Sanji bet he was naked underneath the covers.


He had planned to do something very special this time around … especially after that housewife comment. Bastard marimo. Now that the idiot had got himself hurt though, Sanji felt like he should go a little easy on Zoro. Just a little. It might be hard to explain it to Chopper if Zoro burst his stitches. Next time though Sanji was going to show him how to really wear the pants; and he couldn’t wait.


He couldn’t wait to see the look on Zoro’s face when he slid his first finger inside him and hit that one spot that would make him quiver and melt into a puddle of ecstasy …but for now he would have to make do with his strong hands, sharp teeth, and hard body.


Sanji realised as he licked up a drop of chocolate from the corner of his mouth that he didn’t even mind. After watching Zoro fight, his body moving so fast it became a single whirling blade... After seeing him covered in blood and sweat and hearing him bellow for more… It was pointless pretending he didn’t want the hot desperation of the swordsman inside him. He wanted it more than ever.


The combination of the rich chocolate and Zoro’s hot salty skin was intoxicating. Sanji slowly followed the defined line of muscle with his tongue licking away the chocolate as he slid further down. His hands ran lightly over the thick bandages covering Zoro’s stomach. He wished that they weren’t there. He wanted to kiss from the swordsman’s nipples, slowly sinking deeper and letting his tongue make a hot wet trail all the way down…


Instead he let his fingers travel slowly over the rough cloth, down further and further… Now he could tell that Zoro was naked underneath the sheet. He could see the clear shape of his enthusiasm straining against the covers. Damn marimo had no sense of modesty. Sanji could feel where the bandage stopped, his fingers hovered, teasing, and then plunged down skipping nimbly over Zoro’s hips and thighs. Sanji looked up again to peer into the swordsman’s face. He wasn’t even looking! At first Sanji was a bit miffed, but then he saw the smile.


He slowly pulled the covers away and revealed even more of Zoro. The sheet snagged on his impressive erection and Sanji had to use both hands to free the material. He let it trail slowly over Zoro’s cock, applying just enough force to rub it gently. Sanji slid one hand under the sheet and then drew it slowly back up the inside of the swordsman’s thigh. He had to remind himself the whole way that he was going to be good.


This time. The corner of his mouth twitched with a smile.


Oh Zoro, the things I am going to do to you…


Sanji slowly drew the sheet all the way back and then plucked the cigarette from his lips and put it out. He stayed like this for a minute drinking in the sight. Zoro lying helpless, hot and sticky. The swordsman’s eyes opened slowly; he took in Sanji’s evil grin, his own newly discovered nudity and the bottle of chocolate sauce which had reappeared magically in the cooks hands. One corner of his mouth curled in anticipation and he stretched his body out making the muscles ripple gently under the skin.


Sanji pulled a pastry brush from his suit pocket and dipped the brush into the bottle. He was going to make Zoro scream out his name. He was going to make him beg for more.


And just in case that wasn’t enough for that silly sexy brute… he was going to make him like it.


The first light, teasing brush strokes were rewarded with a little gasp. Just a gentle in-breath and a tiny jerk of the hips. He could feel Zoro tensing with lust and suppressed power. He remembered what it was like to have that power hard inside him. It made his heart skip a beat as he leaned down and took Zoro greedily in his mouth.


The rich smell of Zoro’s sex and the sweet taste of oranges filled his senses. He drank it in as he took Zoro deep. The swordsman’s hips twitched again but he didn’t cry out. Sanji slowly slid his lips up, firm but gentle. Just enough pressure to drive Zoro wild. He released Zoro and slowly licked the last drops of chocolate from him then let his tongue slide slowly down again, sucking and teasing and stroking as he did.


One rough hand landed on the top of his head and he braced himself for the gag reflex to kick in. He'd had his head pushed down by men before and he didn’t like it. To his surprise, the rough fingers slid down the side of his face, stroking his cheek and then tucking his hair behind his ear. He glanced up at swordsman in surprise; Zoro was watching him and smiling.


“I wanna see your face,” he said simply.


Sanji flicked his tongue expertly and enjoyed the feeling of Zoro wriggling in pleasure beneath him. He could feel the heat pouring from Zoro’s body, he was as hard as his beloved katana but the bastard wouldn’t make a sound. He swallowed the swordsman deeply and released him. Zoro’s hand stroked his face again, caressing his skin softly. The fingers lingered on throat, then collar bone, and lastly his shirt buttons. Zoro was craning over trying to get his shirt off, his fingers fumbled and he began to just pop them. Sanji looked down with a mixture of excitement and horror as the top button of his second favourite shirt flew off into the ether.


He briefly considered giving Mr. Marimo a little talk about how to treat clothes… But the sight of Zoro naked, looking at him like he was so frustrated he was about to pull Wadou out and cut all Sanji’s clothes off with one slice… Well, it changed the cook’s mind.


He stood up slowly, freeing himself from Zoro’s grasp.


“You want these off?” he asked, mischief twinkling in his eyes.


Zoro nodded, his arms were still outstretched. Sanji took off his shoes and then his socks, then his jacket.


“Better?” he asked. In reply Zoro kicked the last covers off his feet and stood up in all his naked glory and strode determinedly towards him. He’s going to do it. He’s going to tear the clothes clean off my body!


Sanji lifted one foot and put it square up against Zoro’s chest.


“Sit back down marimo,” he said firmly.


“Take your clothes off” Zoro said back. His dark eyes flashed with heat. Sanji smirked. Maybe he didn’t need to go easy of him after all. But now he was in the mood. He leaned some more weight into the foot which was between him and Zoro and shoved him neatly back into bed. Then he laughed.


“Ok ok. Shit you’re impatient!” He slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, loosened his tie and dropped his pants. He flicked them expertly onto the back of the chair and then slid off his shirt and tie. No underpants. It was a useful habit, and he always planned ahead.


“I am. Come here.”


Sanji strolled over to the bed and then climbed down next to Zoro. He stretched out his long limbs and wrapped the swordsman up in them. Zoro turned and wrapped his arms around Sanji, pulling the cook on top of him.


“No; here” he said. Sanji could feel Zoro pressing hard against him. He realised again just how much he did want it this way. He could still smell Zoro’s blood and sweat. Zoro’s strength pressing in on him. He felt an ache building between his legs. What was he thinking? Chocolate sauce was all wrong. Zoro was all steel, sweat, and muscle. You’d be better off with gravy really… He gasped as Zoro bucked his hips, grinding them together. Then he cursed himself. Zoro was going to make all the noise today.


“So?” Sanji said sitting up straight above Zoro.


“Get it,” the swordsman said. So romantic, Jeez. Sanji got up and filled one cupped hand with lube. He rubbed it slowly on Zoro’s cock looking the swordsman deep in the eyes as he did it. Zoro bought one hand down onto the cook’s and held it firm. Then the swordsman reached his oiled hand down between Sanji’s legs and rubbed him softly before tempting him with just one finger.


“Come up here” Zoro said. Sanji didn’t know what he meant at first but when strong calloused hands gripped his hips pulled him close, he soon found out. The heat of Zoro’s mouth on Sanji’s cock was so sudden that he moaned out loud. Zoro circled his fingers around and sucked harder; he wanted more of that sexy noise. He wanted Sanji to feel the same need that he felt. The same fierce desire.


Sanji moaned again as deft fingers caressed and probed; he didn’t care if he made too much noise. It felt so good. How did the bastard get so good so quick?


“You like that?” Zoro asked perfectly clearly, despite having a very full mouth.


Sanji just whimpered. Then he thought of Zoro calling out his name and took a deep breath. He ruffled the green hair and tried to keep the trembling out of his voice.


“Lie down” He said. Zoro slowly slid his lips off Sanji and lay back. Sanji settled back down onto Zoro feeling the slick oil between them. Zoro pressed into him hard, they’d only fucked once and he already knew the exact right angle. He wriggled just a little and smiled as the cooks eyes rolled back in delight. Zoro pulled his shoulders down for a deep kiss and they wriggled together. Chest pressing chest, arms wrapped around each other. Sanji didn’t know how it happened but they slowly slid together. He could feel Zoro push into him slow and smooth. He let the warmth of Zoro fill him and then sat up straight, gasping with pleasure.


Zoro’s hands reached up to his shoulders again to pull him down into a desperate kiss.


Sanji resisted, twisting his hips and squeezing Zoro hard. They both closed their eyes involuntarily, just for second.


“Don’t you want to look at me?” Sanji asked as he sat high above the swordsman, trailing one finger around his nipple as he slowly pulled his hips forward.


Zoro opened his eyes and looked up at the blonde as he stretched his perfect pale body. His broad shoulders tapering into slender waist and deadly legs... He slowly lifted his hips, rubbing his chest, and then stroked himself as he sunk back down. Zoro finally moaned. He closed his hands down on Sanji’s beautiful hips and pulled them hard together. Sanji rocked and moaned and Zoro closed one hand down on the blonde’s throbbing cock.


Zoro could feel the warmth closing in around him. His grip on the cook tightened… his hard cock in one hand, and his pointy hip under soft, soft skin in the other. Zoro held him bucking hard, and bit his lip until the blood ran. Sanji moaned louder and louder his breath starting to come in ragged gasps. Zoro looked up at him, he was flushed and sweaty and his hair flew out in all directions as he writhed and gasped and struggled to stay in control.


The sight was incredible.


Sanji leaned forward and grabbed Zoro’s shoulders, his legs spread wide as he sunk into bliss. He heard Zoro moan as he thrust back in reply. Sanji lowered his head, leaning forward so far that he nearly lost Zoro completely before he bit the swordsman’s nipple and ground them together. Zoro’s hands closed down on his ass and he moaned loudly, he pulled the cook down hard then again harder. Sanji bit the swordsman’s throat and heard his moan turn into a growl of “fuck… oh fuck…”. He was close.


Sanji lifted his head from Zoro’s throat and gasped into his ear “Say my name…” Zoro’s body kept writhing as he bucked and twisted and rammed himself home. Sanji felt the building heat of orgasm rise in his belly. He gripped Zoro’s shoulders even harder and bit into Zoro’s throat, holding his cock tight inside and feeling every little bump. He could feel Zoro fighting to keep his rhythm… starting to loose control. He lifted himself high and let Zoro see his whole body writhing as they fucked. Zoro’s fingers raked down his back and his growl became jagged and guttural. Sanji felt him throbbing hot inside. He pinned the swordsman down below him, riding him hard as he came. Zoro’s head snapped back and sweat ran down his sticky chest.


The feeling of heat and force as Zoro erupted inside him sent Sanji over the edge. As Zoro thrust, shuddering, into him Sanji’s moans got softer and more desperate. Zoro squeezed his cock hard and then felt Sanji coming deep inside. He arched his back as the final waves overtook him. With cherry red lips and broken gasps he collapsed onto Zoro’s chest. The swordsman looked out over the halo of blonde hair and considered the sticky mess between them.


Silently, he conceded defeat.


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Zoro lay in bed and stared out the window. He was bored. Chopper had said three days without training. When he had complained, Chopper said that if it were anyone else and it would have been a month so he could just rest up or Nami might have something to say about it. Using her as a threat! As if she could make him do anything.


Ok well, she could be a little scary at times.


He felt like he had been lying in bed for a week already. It had only been two days. He took some consolation that the sheets still smelled like Sanji and chocolate sauce, but even sniffing the bedding got boring after a few hours. He’d told Chopper he wanted to do something useful but the furry Doctor would not even let him sit in the galley and peel spuds. He thought if he had nothing to do he could at least spend his time watching those nimble fingers at work, but no. He had to stay in bed.


At least Sanji would be there soon with his lunch.


No dessert today though. Nami had roped the cook into doing some stupid chores for the afternoon. The idea of him getting bossed hopelessly around by that drill sergent of a woman would have made him laugh if it wasn’t interfering with his sex life. It was curious actually. He’d never really had a regular sex life before. Not that twice was really regular, but Sanji seemed pretty happy so…


He couldn’t get too comfortable though. Didn’t want to end up relying on the shitty cook. Too likely to just run off after a piece of skirt. Like this afternoon for example. Zoro grumbled and stared out the window some more. Dart board head better have made something good.


He must have drifted off because the next thing he knew there was a soft smoky haze and a voice calling out to him from beyond a dream.


“OI! I said LUNCH.”


His vision cleared slowly. Sanji was sitting by the bed shoving a covered plate towards him. He sat up groggily and accepted the offering.


“What did Chopper say?” Sanji asked, putting his feet up and lighting a cigarette.


“I’ll live.”


“No additional damage done then?” Sanji smirked.


“Nope. Bandages were a little loose …and he said I’m a messy eater.” Zoro smirked back. He thought this would be more awkward, but somehow it felt like it always had.


Sanji looked at him intently. What? He thought that was funny.


“Aren’t you going to look at your food you ungrateful shit?”


Zoro looked down at the plate. Sure. Whatever. He pulled the lid off and revealed a riot of green, red and white. A perfect geometric masterpiece of red blooms and green swirls.


“Ummm… what is it?” Zoro asked.


“It’s a salad with cold meat. That simple enough language for you?” Sanji looked grumpy, but then again, he always looked grumpy to Zoro. Well, almost always.


Zoro picked up some meat with his fingers and tried it. Sanji cringed towards the chopsticks he had brought in and then gave up. The gentle spices rolled over Zoro’s tongue and the rich flavour of the red meat filled his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise and delight.


“It’s good,” he mumbled between mouthfuls.


“I call it ‘Ode to a green headed idiot who almost got killed yesterday’” Sanji looked at him with one piercing blue eye.


What?


Zoro kept eating. It really was good.


“What happened to you with those marines?”


Zoro kept eating.


“What happened to you with that woman?”


Sanji gave Zoro one of his best well-whatever-I-don’t-give-a-fuck stares and took a deep breath of smoke.


Zoro cleared his throat. Even though he had thought about it and it seemed like this was the time, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want this to be a bleeding heart story. He didn’t want Sanji’s sympathy, he wanted his strength.


“She looks like the girl I trained with when I was young. I can’t fight her.” He looked at his calloused hands. Hands calloused from years of wielding katanas until they were like limbs. He couldn’t believe that this memory alone could make him so weak.


But he would overcome it. He would be the best.


Sanji just sat quietly smoking and taking it in. Zoro didn’t feel like he was going to storm off. That was reassuring, at least.


“I might kill her. I can hit her with the back of my blades, but it still might…” he trailed off.


“So what are you going to do about it?” Sanji looked him deep in the eyes; his own all steely blue determination.


“I was serious before,” Zoro said. Sanji looked confused.


“I want you to teach me. Teach me how to fight better without a weapon.”


Sanji’s face slowly went from confusion to surprise and then finally all the way out to pride.


Zoro’s dark eyes narrowed as he thought of his goal. “I want you to make me stronger” he said.


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