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)


This chapter was an interesting one to write - hard to get the dynamic right when things change so much I guess! Let me know what you think - did it work? I'm also interested to know if I'm getting the right mix of fluff, sex, and violence... Any comments welcome XD


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Zoro looked out over the ocean. The moon was sitting low on the horizon, just beginning its journey across the clear night sky. It rippled in silver across the waves, gilding them with light. He let the cool breeze and the soft sound of the water soothe his aching head. He had drunk too much over the last couple of days. Not too much to be able to function. Not too much to be able to train. Just too much.


But not enough.


Not enough to forget the soft smell of tobacco and his hair. Not enough to forget his tight lithe body …and certainly not enough to forget hearing those soft moans hot and desperate on his lips. His body craved the cook. It craved his touch, his smell, his taste. It was like an addiction; fierce and unforgiving. Every time Sanji brushed past him, every time he ate something Sanji had cooked - he could feel his body and taste his lips.


Damn that shitty, sexy cook.


There had just been no time. First Luffy destroyed that damn hotel and then that bitch dragged them all out into the middle of the ocean. Ever since then she had been scheming non-stop and insisted that everyone do her evil bidding. All so that she could get some damn bounty. And she had the nerve to suggest that he go into a marine base in disguise. Roronoa Zoro was not hiding from anyone.


He gripped the rails and took a deep breath. His head throbbed and his stomach was fighting the rhythm of the boat. He knew it was only a matter of time before his body was satisfied. Shitty cook kept brushing against him and winking. Giving him big blue bedroom eyes and making him burn with unsatisfied lust. He couldn’t even train with him properly. The first time he’d pinned the struggling cook to the deck he was told in no uncertain terms that he would not try anything funny. Nothing was to happen between them until Sanji gave the all clear.


Zoro fumed quietly. The cook was just worried about his precious ladies. Poor sweet flowers wouldn’t want to know what the swordsman did to their precious slave when they weren’t looking.


He knew he only had to wait. He just couldn’t.


He meditated for hours. He trained until he ached so badly that when he breathed it made him wince. He slept. He slept some more, and then when sleep wouldn’t take him; he drank.


He looked up into the night sky. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ he asked the universe. I’m not some love sick teenager. I’ll defeat that pansy’s stupid attitude the same way I’d defeat any obstacle. He wasn’t going to stand around waiting because Sanji had issues. If those shitty women had a problem, then that was fine by him. He would go to the source of all his trouble and get what he wanted. His way. Shitty-cook would soon learn what happened if you teased a man like Zoro.


But first things first.


He tore his eyes away from the rolling waves and went to get some sake.


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Sanji was in the galley. Zoro had expected him to be off slaving for Nami. He was surprised to see the glowing end of a cigarette in the dark when he closed the door behind him.


“Oi, love cook. Enough.”


“Enough what?” A voice floated out from behind the glowing ember.


Zoro’s eyes adjusted to the dark. He could see Sanji’s back; he was standing by the sink. What was he doing hanging around in the dark anyway? The cook put the dish cloth he was holding down and turned around slowly.


“Making me wait and keeping me hanging like this; finish what you started.”


“I told you to wait” the cook replied.


Zoro swept his eyes up the blonde’s slender body. He grunted in acknowledgement, yes the cook had said that. He took a long stride towards Sanji.


“I said wait, you impatient bastard” Sanji scowled in annoyance.


Zoro took another stride. He rounded the end of the table and paused, leaning against it. His eyes travelled over the cook’s long legs, his hard body, and his soft skin.


“I said leave me alone!” Sanji hissed.


Zoro took one last long stride. He closed the gap between their bodies and put a strong arm around the cook’s slender waist.


“Then why are you here in the dark?” Zoro’s voice was low and level as he buried his face in the soft blonde hair. Sanji grumbled, but made no move to pull away.


“You knew I’d come, didn’t you?” Zoro wrapped his other arm around Sanji’s waist and slid his hands slowly down the cook’s back.


“Bugger off” Sanji said. There was no force behind the words. Zoro let his hands slide slowly down until they both rested on Sanji’s tight ass. He gently rubbed his thumbs in circles, enjoying the feeling of the taught springy muscle under his touch.


“This is what happens to cheeky boys who bite off more than they can chew” Zoro growled.


He took the cigarette from Sanji’s mouth and put it out. He pulled the cook slowly forwards into his body, and planted a rough kiss on his protesting lips. He rubbed his throbbing groin into the cook’s sweet sharp hips and deepened the kiss. Sanji’s hands skirted the bench behind him and cleared a space. Zoro lifted the blonde by the waist and put him up on the counter before moving in between his legs.


“You still want me to leave you alone?” he whispered into the cook’s ear as he pulled those long legs around his waist.


“Shut up.”


Zoro smiled and lifted his hands from the cook and started to undo his shirt buttons. Now that he was sober and uninjured his dexterous fingers made short work of them. In a single breathy kiss he had undone Sanji’s shirt and tie and was slipping the soft fabric off the cook’s broad shoulders. The warm smell of spices and tobacco surrounded him.


He reached down and removed his haramaki, placing his precious swords on the table behind him. His fingers played across the pale warm skin and he traced a line from Sanji’s pink nipples down to his waist band. He murmured in approval and started to slowly sink to his knees.


He let his hands rest on Sanji’s crotch, stroking gently as he kissed and nibbled his way down the ribbed muscles of Sanji’s stomach. He flicked the fly open with one hand and lifted Sanji up off the bench to pull his pants off. He flung them onto the floor and looked up at Sanji’s naked body.


Except he wasn’t naked at all.


Zoro’s eyes levelled on a small black mountain with pink love hearts all over it. He stared at the boxers like they were a personal insult. Sanji pushed him gently back with his feet and stepped down off the bench. He turned away and slowly pulled his shorts off, bending nearly to the floor to get them over his feet. Zoro sat and took in his perfect pale ass; it was pretty much at eye level. Teasing ero-cook. Sanji turned around and threw his boxers in Zoro’s face. The hot smell of the blonde wafted out of them.


“Better?” Sanji asked, striking a pose.


Zoro growled and stood up, reaching out again. He wanted to lick that pale Adonis from his head to his feet. Sanji lifted one foot and planted it on Zoro’s crotch. He rubbed, just a little.


“Hold on, now you take something off”


Zoro grinned and ripped his white top off in an instant. His boots hit the floor and his pants followed. In a heart beat he was completely naked.


“I said something” the cook made a face. Zoro looked like he belonged in the Garden of Eden. Damn show off. His muscles gleamed and rippled as he turned in the soft moonlight. Aside from the comic green triangle of his groin, he was perfect. Perfect.


“Well tough, I’m not putting it back on.” Zoro stepped back into Sanji’s still extended foot, bumping it with his erection. He knelt down until the ankle was level with his shoulder and started to kiss slowly up Sanji’s leg. Sanji leaned back onto the counter and looked down at him. His big blue bedroom eyes widened as Zoro’s fingers crept ahead of his mouth and began to stroke Sanji slowly.


He could taste the sweet salt of Sanji’s skin and he could hear the cook’s breathing getting faster. He let his fingers slide slowly down until they were nestled between the cook’s legs. His kisses travelled higher and faster until his lips lingered over Sanji’s hips and he pulled the cook forwards into his mouth. He still wasn’t used to doing this, it was a weird feeling… but somehow he liked it. The smell of Sanji, the feel of his body, the gentle sway of his hips and his moans… he didn’t care what it took. He just wanted more. He wanted the cook’s whole taut body in his mouth. He wanted to taste every part of him.


Sanji’s fist found green hair as Zoro trailed his tongue into that soft blonde down. After having a sword in his mouth for so long his gag reflex was pretty much non-existent. He took the cook whole and let his tongue wind in spirals as he pulled his head back.


“Shitty… fucking…” Sanji mumbled into his hand, which he had clamped firmly over his mouth. There was no way he was going to wake Robin and Nami.


Zoro teased Sanji with the tip of his tongue and caressed him with hot breaths. He knew just how this felt and it seemed the cook liked it too. His knuckles were turning white and his legs were firmly wrapped around Zoro’s head. His other hand tightened in Zoro’s hair and pulled him up. Zoro stood slowly, letting his hands linger over every part of that perfect body. His lips found Sanji’s again, and the cook’s legs tightened around the swordsman’s waist and pulled them together. The curves of their naked bodies fit perfectly. Sanji whispered in Zoro’s ear,


“Lie down”


Zoro raised one eyebrow and Sanji winked. The swordsman reluctantly left the cook’s embrace and stretched out on his side on the hard wooden floor. Sanji stroked his toes down the swordsman’s body and rolled him onto his back. He trailed his fingers up Zoro’s legs and pushed them firmly apart. He leaned over the hard brown body and draped himself over it, feeling Zoro’s cock dig into his hips as he wriggled down between the swordsman’s legs. He rolled back and forth gently as he bit Zoro’s nipples and raked his nails down his chest. He knew he liked it, every time he bit Zoro when they fucked the swordsman practically came on the spot.


This time he would have him begging for more.


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Sanji let his fingers slide between them and began to rub Zoro harder. He used his knees to slowly push the swordsman’s legs further apart. Zoro took a deep shuddering breath and reached out to hold onto the table leg. The cook was sure as hell doing something right.


“You want me to suck it, marimo?” he breathed in Zoro’s ear.


“Do it.” Zoro’s hips went skywards and Sanji found that he suddenly had a cock in his face. So damned impatient …and it made Sanji so fucking horny. He left one hand stroking firmly and let the other one support Zoro as he lowered his lips and kissed lightly. Zoro’s hands stroked his chin as he trailed his kisses down and took Zoro in his mouth. He let his hands slide down with his lips, slowly applying more pressure. Zoro moaned softly and started to move with Sanji. The cook let his tongue play with all Zoro’s contours. He started with slow circles and then got faster. As he listened to Zoro’s breathing, he found out what the swordsman liked. Turned out he liked it rough. He had said that though… Sanji wondered what he was going to think…


He let Zoro fill his mouth and sucked him hard as his fingers snuck down and gently rubbed between Zoro’s legs. The swordsman moaned and then froze. His hips landed back on the ground with a thud, crushing Sanji’s fingers.


“Oi, ero-cook, what do you think you’re doing?” he growled. His voice was soft and dangerous. Sanji knew that what he said and did now was going to make or break this.


Sanji leaned forward and rubbed Zoro’s erection with his own.


“Something to remember” he said, as he let the fingers of his free hand rub all of the sensitive spots he had found with his head buried in Zoro’s crotch.


“Not there” Zoro said. Sanji kept rubbing Zoro’s erection gently and nipped at his throat. He heard the swordsman’s breath catch. He hadn’t lost him yet.


“Afraid you’ll like it too much?”


“I’m not afraid!” Zoro snapped. His body was still responding to Sanji’s touch though. He was all bluster. Sanji rubbed them together harder and bit down on Zoro’s jugular. The hard body arched towards him and Zoro’s hips lifted just a little.


“If you don’t like it; fine. But don’t say no just because you’re scared” he started to kiss slowly back down Zoro’s chest. He trailed his fingers down the long scar and twirled them idly in Zoro’s mossy pubic hair. He closed his lips down on Zoro again. He was still hard enough to cut steel. Zoro raised his hips up just a little more. Sanji took a deep mouthful and wriggled his fingers slowly, just on Zoro’s perineum.


The swordsman stiffened just a little, and then relaxed as Sanji’s expert lips slid over him. The blonde’s fingers tripped ever so lightly, caressing in gentle circles. He had taken virgins before. They were his favourite. He loved to teach them about the pleasures of their own body by showing them just how good it could feel. He knew just what to do to make Zoro squirm in ecstasy, and he’d use every damn trick in the book if he had to.


He left his fingers skirting delicately and concentrated on his lips. If he could get Zoro flustered enough, he wouldn’t realise what had hit him until he liked it too much to stop. He licked and sucked and caressed. Zoro’s hands were back stroking his face. He looked up into half closed dark green eyes. Zoro was watching him work. He twirled his tongue and winked up at him before taking him again even harder. Zoro’s head fell back and he moaned. Sanji let his fingers slide just a little further.


His light touch toyed with Zoro before he slid just one finger inside him. He rolled Zoro’s cock in his mouth and went to find that sweet spot that would make the swordsman go wild. Zoro’s hands were suddenly in his hair and he arched his back, thrusting his hips into Sanji’s face. The cook sucked just a little harder and moved in the same spot again. Zoro nearly choked him in response.


Found it.


He slowly drew his finger in and out, making sure to brush that place deep inside. Zoro’s breathing came in gasps. Sanji gently put a second finger with the first and pushed them slowly in as he lifted his lips from Zoro’s cock. He wanted to make sure that the idiot was actually having fun and not just trying to be macho. There was no point fucking someone who didn’t really want to be fucked. It wasn’t just rude as hell, it was also no fun.


He looked down at the muscled body, twisting and rocking with the movement of his fingers. Zoro looked up at him and loosened his hands from the soft blonde hair. He put one on Sanji’s cheek and the other on himself,


“Don’t stop”


Zoro’s voice was thick with lust, he ground his hips into the air and guided Sanji’s other hand down onto his throbbing erection. Yep. He liked it.


Sanji could taste Zoro hot on his lips. He could feel the strong body writhing against his as he moved his hand gently inside it. He rubbed Zoro’s perineum with his thumb and listened to Zoro’s throaty growls. He didn’t want to stop, but there was something he wanted even more.


Something he needed.


He picked out the bottle from his suit pants pocket, still attending to Zoro with one hand and his willing lips. He rubbed the oil onto his throbbing cock. His whole body shivered at his touch and he knew there was only one thing that would sate it. He lifted his lips and crawled up Zoro’s body,


“I want you” the blonde whispered, “Now.”


He rested his cock between Zoro’s legs and rubbed gently as he nibbled a line down Zoro’s throat to those sensitive nipples.


Zoro lifted his chin with one calloused hand and kissed Sanji deep. He bit his lips and pulled him down into a hot embrace. Once he’d had his fill of the cook’s lips he released them and lifted his hips again.


“Don’t make me say it” the swordsman said, as he teased Sanji’s cock and wrapped his legs around the blonde’s hips.


He didn’t need to say it. His sexy expression and his nudging hips said it all. Sanji took a deep breath. Fuck. This was going to be good. He let himself slide just a tiny bit and Zoro bucked his hips up to meet him. He didn’t want to hurt the impatient bastard so he needed a position where he was in control. He held Zoro’s legs around his hips and sat up on his knees. Zoro had his eyes closed. Sanji let just one finger slide alongside his cock and tease a path. Zoro moaned and his eyelids fluttered. Sanji pulled him up slowly; he could feel the warmth of the swordsman’s insides. It nearly made him come right then and there.


He pulled Zoro up further and then lowered the swordsman onto him ever so slowly. He knew it could hurt at first if you rushed, and Zoro sure as hell wouldn’t say anything if it did hurt, so he’d have to be careful. He felt the heat gradually closing in around him and he had to slow even further. Zoro felt just as good this way. Maybe even better.


Shit.


He paused to check that Zoro was ok. The swordsman’s face was flushed and his eyes were still closed. He was breathing in gasps. Sanji closed a hand around his cock and stroked to distract him from that first strange sensation. He let the feeling wash over him. Zoro felt like no-one he had ever fucked before. It was like the bastard was even muscled on the inside. Sanji sunk that last little bit with a gasp of pleasure and brushed up against that place that Zoro liked so much.


He paused there, barely moving, waiting for Zoro’s breathing to become more regular, for his eyes to open. The intense dark eyes finally looked up at him. He felt a hard squeeze on his erection that made him moan. Zoro grinned.


“See, not scared” he squeezed Sanji tight again making waves of pleasure wash over him. Sanji closed his hands down harder, one on Zoro’s hips and the other on his throbbing cock. He pulled himself back and then slowly started swaying his hips into the swordsman. He was kidding himself that he was going easy for Zoro. Truth was he couldn’t have gone faster if he wanted too. Shitty swordsman felt too damn good.


Why had he waited so long?


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Zoro could feel the cook’s warmth filling him. At first he was slow, and it was uncomfortable. Zoro wondered if it was really such a good idea after all. What if he decided half-way through that he didn’t like it? He’d never get near the leggy blonde again. After a few minutes, the uncomfortable feeling went away. As Sanji slid into him more and more, it was replaced by lust. Raw demanding lust.


He moved with Sanji and then against him. He wanted more of this feeling; he wanted all of Sanji at once. He moved faster and tried to get the cook to respond. He could feel Sanji’s strength pounding into him; all the force of their two strong bodies coming together. The feeling was so intense that it made him see stars.


“Harder” he demanded.


Sanji quivered as that one word reached his ears. He slowed down just a little, his hips making neat circles to tease and thrill. He knew just where Zoro wanted him. He held his breath and waited,


“I said harder ero-cook!” Zoro swung his hips hard and squeezed Sanji tight. The swordsman growled as they rocked together. He could feel the force as their bodies collided, there would be bruises tomorrow. They pushed and fought together, struggling and rolling. They took turns to dominate; Zoro crushing the blonde beneath him then being flipped onto his back. He looked up into that single clear blue eye. Messy hair, wide pupils, and red, red lips. He pulled Sanji down onto him; into him.


“Harder!”


Sanji grinned down at him and slowed to a halt. Zoro glared at him.


“Put your leg over my shoulder” the cook said. Zoro did it. He would have argued but he just wanted more. Sanji leaned down and kissed the swordsman, biting his lips.


“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll think you’re in heaven” the blonde said, punctuating the sentence with a rough jerk of his hips. Zoro groaned and put his head back. He didn’t want to look at the cook. He didn’t want to see that perfectly toned body bearing down on his own. He didn’t need to; he could feel every inch of him. He could feel the sweat on his skin and his bones grinding as he lifted Zoro’s leg up to his chin and rammed him.


Fuck.


That was more like it.


Zoro could feel a hot, aching rush like nothing he’d ever felt before. It built in waves between his legs every time Sanji slammed into him. Sanji’s hard body above him, his hands on his cock, his tongue in Zoro’s mouth. He lost control of his senses, ranting lusty nothings when he could form words betweens moans and gulps of air.


“fuck me… ero-cook… fucking pervert….”


Sanji bit Zoro’s lips and pulled away from the kiss. He could hear Zoro muttering ‘fuck me... fuck me…’ and he was going to give this virgin a night to remember. He sat back until he was on his knees and shifted Zoro’s hips. He wrapped his fingers around Zoro’s ankle and used his weight and the strength in his legs to drive them together.


Sanji started to cuss as he lifted the swordsman’s leg even higher. Zoro looked so fucking good with his legs spread, eyes closed. He was moaning louder and louder, he was going to wake the whole damn crew up. He felt so fucking good though. The bronzed flesh was hot under his fingers; he stroked Zoro’s cock harder with each thrust. The swordsman moaned and writhed while Sanji explored his insides. The cook’s breathing started coming in gasps and he knew he didn’t have much time left.


“Say my name” he choked. He didn’t know if Zoro had heard him, he was making so much damned noise. Sanji grabbed a fist full of moss green hair. Dark eyes opened and a calloused hand reached up to his face. He took two rough fingers in his mouth, pulled his hips away, and bit them as he ground their bodies together.


Zoro’s voice was distant and breathy, but he heard it.


“Fuck me… Sanji….”


It was all he needed. Sanji rolled their bodies’ together right on that special spot. The swordsman grabbed him and pulled him in tight, swearing and moaning. Sanji rolled his body down and swung the swordsman on top of him. He wanted to watch him…


Zoro came like a force of nature, he roared and throbbed. Sanji watched his back arc as it hit him; he rocked with the force of orgasm. Sanji could feel him come and the smell of it, the sound of it… his name being roared into the night…


He came hard and hot on Zoro’s heels. He could feel the strong, heavy body bear down on him; the perfect muscles constricting around him… sending him straight to ero-heaven.


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