Appropriate Aggression

AN: i may not have next chapter ready quite on time as wanted, but I'm trying hard to keep to my posting schedule.


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Appropriate Aggression Chapter 7.2

Zoro wasn’t the most modest person on the ship, though he was a far cry from Franky’s unabashed display of his entire body, but to see him training on deck, sweat pouring off of him and still fully clothed was a bit of an odd site. The swordsman knew that he shouldn’t be doing something so unlike himself, but he really didn’t want to have to answer the questions regarding the raw areas on his shoulder blades and spine. There had been a reason he put that towel down on the floor, but apparently the fucking love-cook couldn’t seem to understand that part either. Zoro grumbled as he trained through the pain in his rectal area and hoped that he was being gentle enough that it wouldn’t start bleeding again. The ship’s doctor had already cornered him three times this morning to ask if he was feeling ok. Zoro didn’t know how much longer he could hold the little guy off.

Across the ship, he could see Sanji dancing around and flirting with Nami as she attempted to busy herself with more work, though Zoro was fairly sure that the map was upside down. The events of last night were apparently forgotten since Sanji showed him no mercy and practically shoved him down in his seat at the breakfast table. One of these days, Zoro promised that he would explain to the cook just how much damage he had done and how if he wanted Zoro to keep a secret, he needed to keep his prissy hands to himself. With a final swing of his weights, the swordsman decided the morning routine was over and it was time for a nap.

On his way to the crow’s nest to return his equipment, Zoro could feel the small presence of a little reindeer quietly creeping up the ladder behind him. Preparing himself for another onslaught of questioning, Zoro hurried up into the open room and turned around to wait. Chopper’s nervous nose popped into view not a moment later and twitched a few times before sneezing violently. The very wide-eyed expression on the doctor’s face was unsettling and Zoro felt a strange sense of panic begin to settle in his chest. Slowly, Chopper emerged through the opening, carrying his black bag with him, and stood in front of him, looking the green-haired man over very intently as he sniffed a few more times.

“Zoro, are you ok?”

“I’m just a little sore from training last night.” Zoro attempted to brush him off, and even crossed his arms over his chest to try and put up a more defensive front.

Chopper looked around the room, his eyes settling on the bundled up towel that Zoro had forgotten to get rid of. “I know you’ve been bleeding.”

Zoro narrowed his eyes at the reindeer and wondered, not for the first time, just how good the little guy’s sense of smell really was.

“I told you I’m fine,” Zoro tried to argue.

“Then sit.” Zoro blinked a few times at the threatening tone coming from the pint size doctor and thought about running. Chopper set down the medical bag so he could cross his arms and looked at Zoro disapprovingly. “If you two got too rough, then you’ll probably need stitches and if you don’t get them it will get infected and swell up to the size of one of Nami’s mikans and everyone will notice.”

Zoro turned defiantly away from Chopper and tried not to blush with embarrassment.

“If you don’t let me examine you, I’ll just go ask Sanji how bad it is.”

“Wait, what makes you think that the shitty-cook had anything to do with this?” Zoro still refused to look at the doctor, a bit concerned at how well the reindeer had figured things out so far.

“This entire room reeks of you two and sex.” Chopper put a small hoof on Zoro’s leg and tried to gain the swordsman’s attention, but Zoro continued to turn away and not meet his knowing eyes. “Zoro, if you’re worried that I’ll be upset to know that you’re gay you’re wrong. I’ve known since before we left Drum Island. You slept with a couple of the soldiers.”

Zoro spun around in shock, unable to believe what he had just heard. The little shit had known for all this time and never said a word? Zoro opened his mouth a few times but just couldn’t find the words to express his gratitude for Chopper keeping quiet about it. “I…”

“I won’t tell,” Chopper assured, “but only if you let me check and see how bad it is. Does Sanji need any stitches? He seemed to be ok when I talked to him earlier. A bit out of sorts, but not hurt.”

Zoro shook his head. “No, the shitty love-cook is…” He trailed off as he pictured Sanji’s eyes as he looked up at him from the lawn of the Sunny. Zoro looked out the large windows and nodded somberly. “He’s fine.”

Chopper nodded and Zoro allowed the doctor to guide him over to the bench, extremely embarrassed at the fact that someone who looked like a child would be examining him in such an intimate place. He instead focused on the grain of the wood as he was poked and prodded before a gooey salve was spread across the tender area.

“A small tear, but no stitches needed. You’ll need to be very careful and not have any more sex for a week or so, and probably take it a little easy on your training. I’ll give you some stool softener later, and I want you to be careful with what you eat for a few days. I think you should also teach Sanji about how to properly prepare you so that this doesn’t happen next time,” Chopper informed him as he wiped his hooves clean with a towel.

“It won’t happen again,” Zoro snapped harshly before softening his features and giving the reindeer an apologetic look. “I just… He… We agreed…”

Zoro fought for the words to explain what had happened between them and realized that no matter what he said, the only thing that was really important was that the doctor kept his knowledge about this encounter between the two of them. It didn’t matter if this was a one time incident, he didn’t need the cook to getting all depressed again just because someone knew. Zoro’s personal sacrifice would have been for nothing if the cook broke now.

“He’s the shitty love-cook, Chopper. There is no us, and I’d appreciate it if you’d keep all this quiet, especially to that idiot dartboard-brow.” Zoro finished fastening his pants and went in search of his earlier planned out nap, beginning to think that he had really made a horrible mistake last night.

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It had been better than two weeks now since he’d last been with a man and Zoro wondered how much longer he would have to put up with Sanji’s happy face. Sure Sanji had a great time, but in case the shitty-cook hadn’t noticed, Zoro had to finish himself off in the end. If it hadn’t been for getting his fix from the guy in the alley, Zoro was sure he would have cornered the blonde at one point and fucked him senseless just to prove a point. You don’t go leaving a guy hanging like that; it just wasn’t right. Zoro scoffed lightly, realizing how stupid his thoughts were. Of course the idiot didn’t know any better, he was as straight as the mast on the ship. Zoro felt like banging his head against said mast as he watched the cook fawn over the women even more as they prepared to weigh anchor. Hopefully tonight the bastard would be able to find a girl and get himself back on track because having to watch this fake façade was getting on his nerves. Zoro fought to keep from running the blonde through with his sword as he watched him flirt with several of the women as they walked down the main street of the village.

After finding an inn for the night, Zoro once again was faced with the incredulous accounting skills of the ship’s navigator. She had given him less than half of what everyone else had received and explained it as payment on his loan and interest. He counted the coins and had to still his hand from going back and taking his anger out on her evil, twisted being. The only thing keeping him from doing so was the fact that she had already paid for his room that night. At least he could sleep in a decent bed when he was only half full of alcohol. Huffing in annoyance as he shoved the money in his haramaki, Zoro began to try and think of a way he could get his drinks without paying.

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Zoro grinned lazily at the swaying man next to him and wondered how much longer the poor fool could last. Ten mugs sat in front of Zoro, only one left with anything in it, showing that the contest was just about to end. He picked up the remaining glass and slowly brought it to his lips before tilting his head back and guzzling the whole thing down. He slammed the empty mug on the bar and looked over to watch his opponent fall from his chair. Cheers erupted from the crowd and Zoro held his hand out to the shocked bartender who grudgingly handed over the swordsman’s winnings. Out of the corner of his eye Zoro caught a glimpse of blonde hair and laughed at himself for thinking that the cook would possibly be haunting the same area as him again. A couple of men were watching the back door with interest and smirking at each other as they whispered. Zoro caught the only words he needed to hear before he started pushing his way to the exit; blonde, prissy, suit, dead.

Zoro hurried out the door, and realized he had no clue as to where the two had gone. Chancing luck again, Zoro turned left and hurried down the alley. He caught movement in the shadows next to a tall stack of boxes and easily made out Sanji’s lean body pressed against an unknown man as the blonde fumble with the button on the man’s pants. A glimmer of moonlight reflected off a sharp blade and Zoro angrily drew a sword. First he’d remove the threat and then he’d kill the blonde himself. Zoro yanked the two apart and decked the blonde hard before turning his attention to the brunette trying to escape.

He pressed his blade against the bobbing adam’s apple and held out his hand expectantly, waiting for the silver scalpel to be handed over. With a flick of his wrist, the bag on the frightened man’s shoulder was edged off and fell to the ground spilling its contents across the dirt.

“Shitty-cook, next time you want to be swindled, just let me know. At least then maybe you’ll come out with your dick still attached.” Zoro redirected his attention to the thief and growled threateningly. “Get the fuck out of my sight.”

The frightened man nodded and took off running, more concerned for his life than his bag that still lay on the ground at Sanji’s feet. Zoro picked it up and slung it over his shoulder, ignoring the cook completely and continuing back towards the bar. Between this discovery and the winnings in his pocket, Zoro was sure to have enough to get happily drunk and then some.

“Marimo.”

Zoro hesitated, not sure if he had actually heard Sanji or if it was a trick of the wind. He prayed that the breeze would pick back up again and prove him right.

“You were wrong. It went just as bad this time. I did the exact same shit I did with you and it fucking blew up in my face. If I can’t find something to fuck soon, it won’t matter if some guy takes my manhood or not.”

The swordsman stood there in limbo. His mind screamed at him to start walking again, but for some reason his treacherous feet refused to comply and he continued to stand there, knowing that horrible things would happen if he didn’t do something soon. Sanji had just said he wanted something to fuck, not a woman, or even someone, but rather something. He had healed nicely, with Chopper’s medical assistance of course, and there was no way he would let the clumsy and clueless cook anywhere near his ass again.

“We agreed it would only be once.” Zoro wondered which one of them he was trying to convince, because he was pretty sure that his voice had just cracked. He heard Sanji shift slightly and swore that the man groaned in discomfort before he spoke.

“True but when have you known us to agree on anything?”

Wanting to laugh at the irony of the cook’s words, Zoro instead kept quiet and began walking in the direction he hoped would take him back to the inn.

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Zoro accepted Sanji’s course corrections with grunts and nods, not wanting to actually speak to the blonde. He looked at the room assignments that Robin had left for them at the front desk and debated finding Nami’s room and demanding that she go straight to hell for her evil ways. Instead he merely asked if they had another room available and visibly pouted when the innkeeper shook his head no. Zoro snatched the key angrily from the man’s hand and barely kept from stomping his feet as searched for the corresponding door. Zoro unlocked a door midway down the hall and the two of them entered the dark room.

Zoro headed for the small toilet area in the room and quickly shut the door behind him, blocking off the view of Sanji standing in the moonlight, smoking a cigarette. He grabbed the only washcloth on the rack and stripped off his shirt, intent on washing up a bit before climbing into bed. He didn’t want to put up with Sanji’s smart ass comments about lack of hygiene and mold again. Finishing quickly, Zoro opened the door and left the light on so he could see his way to the only bed in the room. He had forgone any underwear that day so he was left with the option of sleeping nude or in his pants. Remembering the strange sludge he had wiped off his hands earlier, he thought it was probably best to just take everything off. His boots dropped on the floor, the loud sound seeming to echo in the small room, and he waited until Sanji had shut the bathroom door before slipping out of his pants and under the covers.

Zoro was teetering on the brink of sleep when Sanji climbed into bed beside him, the smell of cheap perfume and sex finally washed away. He couldn’t help the involuntary gasp of surprised as he felt a cool hand spread across the round flesh of his ass. Zoro froze and wondered how long it would take Sanji to figure out what he was currently palming and whether or not he needed to kick the fucker’s ass for it now or wait until morning, because he was seriously tired and if they fought they would probably get kicked out of the inn. The hand jerked away as though it had been burned and Zoro could hear the cook mumble something he figured was an apology before rolling over and hissing in pain.

“I haven’t even hit you yet, shit-cook, what’s your problem?” Zoro thought back to when the blonde had been shifting uncomfortably on the ground behind the bar and wondered if maybe he was injured.

“Shut the fuck up and go back to sleep, idiot-swordsman.”

Zoro refused to let it be and grabbed Sanji by the shoulder to flip him over, the suddenness of the action allowing him just enough time to pin the cook beneath his large frame. When Zoro saw him open his mouth to start yelling, he quickly placed his hand over the open mouth to stifle the noise. Zoro’s head began to swim with lewd thoughts as Sanji thrashed beneath him, growing harder by the second.

“Unless you want everyone in the place to come in here and find us like this, I suggest you settle the fuck down and quietly tell me what the hell is going on,” Zoro hissed in the cook’s ear. Seeing Sanji’s eyes widen with understanding he knew the blonde understood exactly what he meant. When Zoro received a small nod, he removed his hand and propped himself above Sanji as the man greedily gulped in air.

“You asshole! What is your problem!?”

“Mine? You’re the one acting all weird like you’re hiding an injury or something.” Zoro’s eye bore down on him, pissed that Sanji could even begin to think that he was at fault here.

“It’s none of your business.” Sanji’s scowl fell short of intimidating and only furthered Zoro’s suspicions that there was more to the story than he had first been lead to believe. He could still feel the cook’s full cock resting just inside his hip and wondered why the blonde was so quick to get hard over a little touch of bare skin. Rocking his hips a little he was met with a whimper as Sanji’s eyes screwed shut and he cried out. “Shit!”

“How long have you been hard?” Zoro had heard horror stories of men who had been unable to reach orgasm and ended up losing their dicks as a result. No man should ever have to go through that and for Sanji he assumed that it would be the ultimate form of torture.

“A couple hours, off and on. I told you earlier it didn’t work.”

“You reeked of sex when I found you.” Zoro couldn’t believe that the cook hadn’t gotten any sexual satisfaction at all that evening.

“Just because she had a good time, doesn’t mean I did. Look, just let me go. It’ll go away just like it always does.” Sanji turned his head, the blatant lie evident on his face.

“If you don’t take care of it, I’ll be taking you to Chopper in the morning.” Zoro turned, rolling off the cook and reached over the side of the bed to search his pockets for the near empty bottle of oil he had taken from the crow’s nest before he left the ship earlier that day. “You should hold it close to your body for a few minutes to warm it up, otherwise it’ll have the opposite effect.”

Zoro presented his back to the cook again, giving him as much modesty as he could in the open room. If the cook wanted any more than that, he could take his ass into the washroom and close the door. Zoro felt the covers shift and was taken aback that the blonde was actually going to jack off right beside him in the bed. The gasp and slight shiver from the cook caused him to snort in amusement, knowing that the blonde hadn’t taken his advice and used the oil cold. The solid kick to his lower back almost shoved him out of bed and so he drove his elbow into the pale stomach, resulting in the beginning of a fight they both should have seen coming.

As the two of them rolled around on the bed, Zoro became increasingly aware of his own arousal. He tried to will his body to settle down, but the feel of Sanji’s lean frame rubbing against his own reminded him that the cook was the last person he had had sex with and that was a couple weeks ago. Zoro prided himself in his control, but he was still a man and very much physically attracted to the sight of taunt pale flesh currently twisting in ways that should be humanly impossible. A long leg wedged between them and Zoro lost his grip on Sanji’s sweat slicked arms as he was thrown off the bed. He hit the ground with a heavy thud, but rolled into it and balanced on the balls of his feet in a crouch, allowing him to spring back towards the bed in a matter of seconds.

Unable to change direction quickly in mid air, Zoro noticed too late that Sanji had rolled to the side and was just past where the swordsman would land. The instant his face hit the pillow, Zoro felt Sanji climb atop him, trying his best to restrain the muscular man. Warm damp skin slid across his back and he felt the tickling of blonde hair against his cheek as Sanji shifted into a better position. Zoro’s cock reminded him that he was supposed to be the one in control this time, but for some reason he found himself allowing the slighter man to remain behind him. It seemed that the cook was always there anyway; either bugging the shit out of him or watching his back when they were in battle.

Zoro felt vulnerable yet strangely excited at the same time, and instantly he wanted nothing more than to have Sanji’s thick member buried deep inside him. He froze when Sanji slid along the crack of his ass, and shivered when the blonde rolled his hips again, desire quickly building within. It wasn’t until Sanji began shoving his legs apart that he remembered the result of their previous hasty encounter. He turned his head as much as he could to the side and called out angrily to the cook, his voice muffled but still carrying the edge necessary to get Sanji to pause.

“Wait. You’re not going to do this without prepping me again.”

“Huh?” Zoro wanted to smack the blond for how stupid he had just sounded.

“Give me the oil.” Zoro got up on his hands and knees, forcing Sanji back off of him for the moment. Zoro waited impatiently for the bottle to be placed in his hand and fumbled with the cap as he tried to open it a bit too eagerly. He pushed the nagging voice to the back of his mind that kept screaming that this was a very, very bad idea.

With a deep breath, Zoro coated his fingers in oil and reached back begin prepping himself. It wasn’t his favorite thing to do, but his body was screaming for release and he didn’t want a repeat of last time, so the swordsman hurried to stretch himself as much as possible. Probing deeper, Zoro’s body jerked slightly as his fingers brushed against his prostate and he gave into the urge to begin rocking his hips in time with his hand. Another lust filled moan escaped his lips as he felt Sanji shift behind him and Zoro quickly removed his fingers as he spread his legs further apart. Rough hands gripped his hips and Zoro forced himself to relax as the head of Sanji’s very thick cock passed through the first ring of muscles and began sliding in.

Zoro clenched his fists in the sheets as Sanji pulled almost all the way out and slowly pushed back in. He braced himself on his forearms and arched his back a little with each thrust of the blonde’s hips, amazed at how much of a difference the small amount of stretching had done. There was almost no pain this time, only the strange full sensation and little hints of more as the tip of Sanji’s cock seemed to keep missing the spot that would make this all worthwhile. Leaning forward a little, Zoro felt Sanji shift his hips slightly and the tip of the blonde’s cock brushed perfectly across his prostate. Zoro cried out in pleasure and felt the gratifying trendles of his building climax spread across his lower body. Sanji began pushing down on Zoro’s shoulders and the swordsman fought to keep his face from being smashed into the mattress.

“Shut the fuck up, Marimo. You want to wake the place?”

Zoro understood what he meant, but there was no way he could keep quiet for long if the cook kept hitting that spot so perfectly each time. “Hurry up then love-cook.”

Receiving a grunt in response, Sanji thrust hard, hitting Zoro’s prostate dead on, and causing him to fall face first into one of the pillows. A hand was placed between his shoulders, somewhat forcefully keeping him from getting up as Sanji drove in deep with every thrust. Zoro didn’t hold back his curses now that they were properly muffled by the pillow; the swordsman giving up control for probably the first time in his life. Zoro tried not to think about the impact of his actions as Sanji’s fingers dug hard into his hip, the blonde driving in harder and harder with each swing of his hips. Zoro could hear Sanji’s strangled cry of release and bit back a whimper of his own as his heavy cock begged for attention. As soon as Sanji collapsed atop him and allowed him to come up for air, Zoro threw the blonde to the side and rolled over quickly to his back.

Yet again, he was finishing himself off, though he had to admit the actual act of sex had been significantly better than the first time. It only took a few strokes of his still slick hand to send him over the edge, the intensity of his orgasm leaving him trembling in the aftermath. Zoro tried to ignore the intense look he was getting from the blonde as he lay there catching his breath. This was bad; so very, very bad.

As soon as he could trust his legs to work properly, Zoro headed for the washroom to clean up the mess covering his body. His brow furrowed as he felt the blonde’s semen flow out of his ass and down the inside of his thigh when he walked. Zoro blanked out his mind as he wiped away all evidence of his time with the cook. He knew that no matter what, Chopper would probably find him out anyway, but that didn’t mean that he was willing to advertise what was going on to the rest of the crew. Zoro finished drying off and stepped back into the room to see Sanji already fast asleep. He adjusted the blanket so that it could be shared and tried to find a comfortable position where he wasn’t touching any of the tempting pale skin. Finally giving up, Zoro relaxed and let their backs settle against each other; the position feeling much more natural than it should and allowing sleep to overcome him quickly.