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Salrynn's Shrine	By : acidprince Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 3069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zoro clutched the ice bag to his head and tried to repress a grimace as another bout of painful throbbing thwacked him in the back of the skull. His blond lover was sat next to him, fortunately unscathed, but nonetheless looking as murderous as he would've done if he'd been hit as badly as his lover.
The idiot was sat opposite them at the galley table, grinning like a moron and apologizing with his loud voice. The fact that he was doing them both at the same time kind of defeated the object of apologizing, but Zoro surmised that the idiot was just too damn stupid to know any better. Stupid enough to punch a hole through the wall of his own bedroom because he was too damn curious to leave them alone when they had baby stuff to sort out and hide… among other activities. The swordsman's green eye twitched as another painful shockwave went through his head.
A stray plank of wood had fallen loose from the rest of them, flipped and smacked Zoro in the back of the head as he'd rolled over and covered the cook's body with his own protectively. It was bloody painful, but he was lucky that it didn't have a nail through it like many of the others did, as Usopp had pointed out. Bastard. It was probably his idea to have Luffy put his fist through the wall in the first place.
"So what were you trying so hard to hide?" Brook asked, sitting down next to his captain.
"Ugh, does it matter?" Sanji said. It was probably all damaged now, anyway.
"Yeah, it does," Luffy said, and then his face looked like that of a five-year-old's on Christmas morning. "Is it presents? You got presents for us all?! Is mine meat?! OH MAN-"
"No, dimwit, we didn't," the cook replied, very tempted to light one of the cigarettes he'd stashed in the kitchen cupboard for an emergency.
Luffy pouted.
Zoro was leaning his head against his hand and clutching the icepack to it when Franky walked in holding all the bags they had brought back, including Sanji's clothes and all the baby stuff.
"Hey, why'd you go buy a load of junk for a baby? There aren’t any babies on this ship," he said, looking at them with a furrowed brow.
Usopp, Luffy and Brook turned to look at Sanji and Zoro with confused looks on their faces. After a few moments, Usopp clicked, making an impossibly more freaked out expression.
"Please tell me Nami figured out a way to flog all that crap for an extortionate amount on some island," the sharpshooter said lowly.
The four men looked them over expectantly whilst Zoro's eye twitched (again) and Sanji glanced over at the 'special' cupboard nervously, tapping his nail against the wood of the table.
At that point, Robin and Chopper walked in the room, holding a couple more bags in their hands. "We're home," Chopper said with a grin, in his little reindeer form again.
Robin locked onto the tension in the room instantly, judged the conversation, and said with the most serene voice and calm smile, "Ah, Cook-san is expecting."
Sanji got up and all but ran over to the cupboard.

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Luffy's raucous laughter belted about the room as the rubberman clutched his belly and nearly cried with mirth. Usopp looked like he was going to vomit, Franky had screwed his face up in confusion and Brook was making a bizarre half-gagging noise under his breath. Chopper was blushing a little and looking like he wanted to disappear into the corner of the galley he was standing in. Nami had turned up half way through the explanation and had her palm to her forehead, her other clutching a large, pink and yellow shopping bag. Robin was leaning against the island counter in the kitchen, looking as calm and collected as she always did, as though she hadn't just explained exactly what had happened between cook and swordsman in frightening detail.
Sanji had already finished the first cigarette he'd smoked in a while but was very tempted to light another. Zoro looked pretty much unfazed and had dumped the nearly defrosted ice bag on the table, giving his head a light rub on the bump he had sustained in Luffy's attack on their sleeping quarters.
"So… let me get this straight," Usopp began slowly, "Zoro and Sanji have been-" he paused, screwing his eyes shut and seeming to take great care in his choice of words, "/together/ for how long..?"
"Probably a year and a half now." Zoro replied casually, leaning back in his chair a little.
The room was silent save for Luffy's raspy giggling.
"And you're… pregnant?" Franky asked, his face still screwed up in confusion.
"He is, I'm not," Zoro answered defensively.
Sanji glared at him out of the corner of his eye. "We were going to tell you eventually, but we just had to get all the stuff we needed before we reach the next island," he explained, "but you kind of found out anyway…"
Everyone was quiet for a beat. "Okay, well, now that's out in the open, shall we get to sorting out your living quarters?" Nami asked.
"It would probably be best if we separate Zoro and Sanji from the rest of us so they can share a room with the baby," Chopper suggested quietly, the first time he had spoken for a while.
"Franky!" Nami snapped, hands on her hips and making the shipwright jump. "Do you think you can do that?" She asked in a much quieter voice.
Franky shook his head and then scratched it. "Y-yeah," he said, then seemed to regain a bit of composure. "Of course!" He said.
The galley was silent again, until Luffy spoke once more. "Will you name it after me?" He asked gleefully, utterly unconcerned that his male cook was pregnant by his male first mate.
"No," Zoro replied, "we don't even know if it’s a boy or a girl yet, anyway."
"That reminds me, shall we try out that machine we got?" Chopper suggested.
"That might be a good idea." Robin said.
"Okay," Sanji answered with a sigh, "at least we can find out what the sex is, or something."
Luffy perked up a little. "Woah! You can see if it’s a boy or a girl already?!"
Sanji rolled his eyes. "I can't, moron, but we picked up this machine that can."
Chopper was rummaging through their bags looking for the miniature ultrasound machine they had purchased, and then plodded into the infirmary. Followed by the entire crew.
The blond cook hopped up onto the small bed in the little reindeer's office at his request, and then waited as he stood on a little stool beside the bed, holding a thick instruction manual.
Though they were total morons, Sanji had to feel a little endeared at the sight of Zoro, Luffy, Usopp, Franky, Brook, Robin-chan and Nami-swan all trying to fit into the tiny infirmary as their doctor assembled the ultrasound.
"Ow! Damn it long-nose that was my foot!" Franky yelled.
"Waagh! Zoro get your hands off my crotch!" Usopp shouted.
Zoro glared. "Believe me, my hands are nowhere near your crotch," he replied.
"Nope, mine were!" Luffy yelled with an obnoxious laugh. "Swipe~" he said as his arm snapped back to its usual place, chewing on the candy bar the sharpshooter was hiding in his pocket.
"Shut up!" Nami yelled over Usopp's fuming.
All apart from Nami and Robin snickered as Chopper squirted a gooey substance onto Sanji's bare abdomen.
"That sounded like a fart!" Luffy bellowed. Nami clocked him round the head.
"Okay, here we go," Chopper said, spreading it over Sanji's slightly shivering skin with the plastic wand.
After a couple of minutes, a greyish blur appeared on the screen surrounded by a series of numbers. Sanji stared at it, moving his face closer so he could make out exactly what was going on. He could see some odd shapes that didn't look baby-ish at all at first, and then the ultrasound picked up on a large area of darkness with some more grey.
"That doesn't look much like a baby," Zoro said, with the same look as the blond on his face.
Sanji glared. "Well it won't yet, moron, its probably only a bunch of cells right now," he said.
"Can you see if it’s a boy or a girl yet?" Nami asked, her brown eyes glued to the screen.
"Hang on," Chopper said, moving the wand around Sanji's belly once more. On the screen were a couple of blobs which took on vaguely baby-like shapes.
Sanji stared at it, blinked, and shook his head again. "What the-"
"There's two of 'em!" Luffy announced around a mouthful of chocolate.
Everyone leaned in closer, including Zoro and Sanji. "So there is," Chopper said, like it wasn't a big deal.
"Seriously?" Nami said, smiling, "Awesome! That means I can spend more- I mean, for the kids, obviously."
While everyone cheered and patted them on the backs in congratulations, Zoro seemed to choke on his own saliva and Sanji went even paler.
"Woah~ I was happy when they said there was one, but now we're going to have two new nakama~!" Luffy shouted, as Chopper, Usopp and Brook grinned and cheered. Franky was crying manly tears of joy, Nami had stars in her eyes at the thought of all that shopping she was going to pretend was for the babies and Robin was smiling in her serene way.
"So, is it a boy or a girl?" Franky asked.
Chopper squinted. "I think its still too early to tell," he said, followed by a chorus of sighs, "you're about eleven weeks, which is earlier than I thought you were. I thought you were bigger because you were later into the pregnancy."
"Am I really that fat already?" Sanji mumbled quietly.
"Can you see anything wrong with them?" Robin asked, the voice of logic as always.
Chopped shook his head. "No, not right now. Everything looks good at the moment," he said, "but of course I want to keep in check just in case there are any complications."
"Good," Zoro said, arms folded.
"Maybe it would be fun if we left it as a surprise?" Brook suggested, and the swordsman noted how he used the term 'we', meaning the crew as a family.
"I don't care what sex it is!" Luffy bellowed, before he began chanting: "new nakama new nakama new nakama~" and the rest of the crew joined in.
"These kids are so fucked," Sanji said to Zoro, who was holding his forehead in his palm.
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A couple of days later and Franky had finished rebuilding the men's bunk room and building the separate living quarters for Zoro and Sanji, complete with separate cots that could be converted into beds. The walls were wooden like the other rooms in the house, with a large double bed made of the same sturdy material. They had returned to the shopping centre again to buy more of what they had bought the previous day, as well as furnishings for the new room.
Once they had finished setting everything up, Zoro stretched dramatically and then fell onto the bed.
"Hey, I just finished making that," Sanji scowled, letting go of the sky blue bed sheet.
Zoro responded by pulling him down onto the bed with him.
"Damnit Marimo!"
"Oh yeah, I forgot, you're ~fragile~" Zoro teased, even as he pulled the squirming cook close to him and wrapped his arms around him.
Sanji wriggled about until he was reasonably comfortable, pulled against the swordsman's side and his leg slung over his. "You're an ass," he stated matter-of-factly.
Zoro didn't reply, he simply gave the cook a tired half-smile.
"What?" Sanji asked, annoyed.
"Nothing. I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"Stuff." He mumbled. "Like, do you really care if it’s a boy or a girl? Judging from how you are with boys compared to how you are with girls, you seem like the kind of guy who'd prefer daughters to sons."
Sanji's visible eyebrow pumped up. "And I suppose you'd prefer sons?" He asked.
"Of course not," the swordsman answered, Kuina flashing in his mind. "I mean, I don't care either way. I want to teach them swordplay."
Sanji was silent for a moment. He wasn't sure of Zoro's origins, but he had the feeling that this was something close to his heart, so he didn't comment on it.
"I'll teach them how to cook," he said.
Zoro smiled, and glanced around the medium size room. It was a good size, below deck in an empty part of the ship. He couldn't help but think Franky had deliberately put them below deck so the kids' crying wouldn't keep them awake at night. But he didn't mind so much. He figured they were probably safer down here, out of sight like this.
Sanji could just see a small mountain of yellow packages forming in the corner over Zoro's chest. Nami had said they'd best pick up as many nappies(1) as they could before they arrived because they were going to disappear very quickly, especially now they knew there were two of them. After a couple of minutes laying on Zoro's chest, he moved, putting his legs over the side of the bed.
Zoro grunted; he'd just been drifting off. This bed sure was comfy… the new, wide mattress made a change from the wooden bunks they'd been sharing before, and now he could sleep next to the cook. He just hoped he didn't kick in his sleep…
Sanji glanced over his shoulder at Zoro with a smile when he grunted, and then he stood, walking over to a bag that hadn't been emptied, rustling it slightly before pulling out a couple of identical blankets. He had really just picked them up on a whim, but on closer inspection they were decorated with little pirate ships, fish, treasure chests and jolly rogers. He smiled, and carried them over to the bed, sitting cross legged.
"Do you think we can do this?" He asked after a minute.
"Pfft, of course we can," Zoro answered.
Sanji shook his head, wondering why he had questioned it. He knew they could; that was the very motto of their crew. They could do anything if they wanted it enough.
"I have to go make dinner," he answered, folding the blankets back up and placing them on the bed.
Zoro answered with a snore.

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Once dinner was over and done with, Sanji yawned widely. He was more tired than usual, with usual being that he could tidy the kitchen from top to bottom and still find the time to swoon over the girls with after-dinner treats. But no, said girls had all but banished him to his new bedroom after he was spotted yawning one too many times.
He managed to get a few hours in, aided by the large, comfortable bed, until he was woken up by his lover opening the door around midnight. He was slightly sweaty and reeked of pheromones- obviously he'd had another of his all-evening training sessions. Sanji preferred to sleep naked, though he hadn't done it since he was on the Baratie; he'd had his own room with a lock, then.
But it appeared that Zoro was of the same persuasion, Sanji noted, as he eyed him from his faux-sleep. He was already shirtless, as Zoro so often trained without it, and the blond watched him as he carefully rested his swords against the wall near what was apparently his side of the bed now. The jingle of a belt buckle and a zipper, followed by his haramaki and boots being kicked off. He dumped his pants on the floor and rolled into bed beside the blond, turning to face him and gently wrapping an arm around him, as if he were uncertain if it were allowed.
Sanji noted, with a queer mix of giddiness and shyness, that they'd never slept together before. Not like this, with their own bed, in their own living quarters. Their relationship, before now, had been one of occasional kisses, fucking in the galley in the wee hours of the morning and arguing every other minute of the day. But it had changed. Now it was out in the open and it was serious.
Zoro's head was on the pillow behind his, and the cook could hear him breathing. It wasn't the snores, farts and sleep-talking of the men's bunk room he had grown accustomed to over the past year, but just the gentle creaking noises the Sunny made as she sailed over the sea and Zoro's breathing against the nape of his neck, making him shiver.
He rolled over, turning to face the swordsman, and planted a deep kiss on his mouth- not a good night peck, not the quick exchange they shared when they happened to bump into each other alone. This was an invitation.
Zoro responded to it after he got over the initial surprise. His hands found their way around the cook's not-quite-as-lithe body, bringing him closer beneath the covers and deepening the kiss. Sanji ran his fingers through short green spikes, making a quiet groaning noise in the back of his throat.
It was nice. Being together, naked, warm, secure and without the threat of being walked in on. He wasn't sure if it was the rocking of the boat, or Zoro's touch against his skin, but Sanji couldn't help but begin to feel sleepy.
Unfortunately, Zoro seemed to be on a mission to make sure he stayed awake. His head was gradually moving downwards, beneath the covers. "Don't fall asleep on me yet, cook," he said, right before his mouth closed around a pinkish nipple. God, but how long had it been? The cook had been worrying to much and his stress level was higher than was healthy since he'd stopped smoking. The swordsman was hoping that eventually it would lead to some kind of explosive bedroom action, but he'd had no such luck. No matter; he could pick up the slack.
Sanji groaned, feeling himself twitch against Zoro's chest. It had been a while… He slipped his hands further down the covers and slid them through his lover's hair, rubbing a thumb against his ear affectionately. Zoro released his nipple and moved his head further down, kissing his slightly swollen belly. He held the cook's hips still with one hand as the other began working his cock, stroking it to full hardness and rubbing his own against the mattress.
Sanji's moans were muffled into the covers, which were up to his neck, and he grinned at the lump Zoro made beneath it. Gradually, he manoeuvred himself so he was laying on his back and spread his legs slightly so Zoro could lay between them comfortably.
Zoro shifted and when he was comfortable, took the head of the blond's cock into his mouth and began sucking slowly. Sanji arched his back slightly and groaned low, loving the freedom of being able to express the sensations as freely as they came, with no thought of being caught ever crossing his mind.
The swordsman began bobbing his head a little faster, kneading the pale hips beneath his hands before he released one and used it to fondle the blond's balls softly.
Sanji made a sound that was almost like a squeal, and then he grunted, writhing and pushing his hips up, his hands fisting in the pillow. Eventually, Zoro stopped, crawling back up the cook's body until his head popped out from the covers, and Sanji grinned at him. Zoro smiled back and kissed him deeply.
Sanji's tongue wrapped around his, his nails scratching down the toned back gently. He yelped suddenly as Zoro grabbed his thigh and pushed it up, holding it there while his other hand, slick with lube he had squirted out of the strategically placed dispenser (god, but Zoro loved having a little table beside his bed), slipped inside of him. Sanji bent his right leg at the knee with his foot planted on the bed, but he wanted to lift it. He all but wrapped himself around his green-haired lover as he teased his prostate, making volts of pleasure rip up his spine and down his legs. Sanji moaned and kissed him, leaving wet kisses down his neck until his reached 'his' area, which was powdered with faded love bites. He compensated by leaving a particularly harsh one, and he felt Zoro's long fingers falter inside of him as he grunted.
A couple more fingers later and Zoro pulled out, wiping his hand on the bed sheet before he steadied himself with one hand and guided himself in with the other. Sanji's legs twitched slightly and he moaned, clenching around the other man.
"F-fuck," he exclaimed, the first time he had spoken in a while.
Zoro smirked down at him. "I was thinking just the same thing," he ground out roughly as he lay there, sheathed inside of him.
"Then hurry up and fuck me, I'm not going to break," Sanji replied desperately.
Zoro snickered breathlessly and began thrusting slowly. Sanji grunted in annoyance. "Maybe not, but its been a while since you've had my cock…" he said between breaths, "you sure you can take it, or is your dick too accustomed to being used on all those girls?"
"Fucker," Sanji answered, clenching around him particularly hard for good measure. "I can take you any time, anywhere."
"I'll keep that in mind," Zoro shot back with a wink, putting an end to talking for a while as he sped up, hard thrusts slapping his hips into the other man's even as he bucked up to meet them.
Sanji's back arced and he threw his head back as he cried out, swearing loudly, their movements making the headboard strike the wall behind it repeatedly. He wouldn't be surprised if they did wake the others up, but he didn't care. The weeks of aches and pains compensated with only a quick, hurried hand job from the man above him were strenuous, but he felt like they were pouring out of him now, emptying his body of its pains.
Even Zoro was making more noise than usual- though he wasn't a very loud lover, he was groaning and grunting above him breathlessly as his cock struck his prostate repeatedly. His muscled abdomen was sandwiching the blond's cock between himself and his lover's slightly swollen belly, creating a wonderful friction that made Sanji delirious.
Zoro moaned deeply, a noise Sanji was going to remember, and suddenly he sped up, desperately humping the other man as he came deep inside of him, his back arched and his face contorted into one of deep pleasure.
Not a second afterwards, Sanji gave a loud cry, arching his back and tightening his legs around the other man as he came between them, spraying against their flesh.
Zoro slowed down, pants peppering the space between them. Sanji's eyes were closed and he unhooked his legs from the swordsman's body, letting them fall against the bed. Zoro lay on top of him, still sheathed, panting into the pillow beside his head. He smelled of sweat and sex; Sanji's favourite smell, more delectable than any dish he could cook.
After a few minutes, Zoro leaned towards Sanji again, and they met for a deep kiss, a languid 'I'm sorry' from both parties, for not allowing themselves this pleasure for such a long time. Zoro pulled out wordlessly and lay next to the other man, his hands behind his head.
"I told you I wouldn't break," he said, grinning naughtily.
Zoro's serene expression in the dim, bluish light changed to one of distaste. "You always have to have the last word," he replied, pulling his lover against him. "Go to sleep," he said, "m'tired."
Sanji gave him a disdainful scowl, but cuddled up against him anyway. "Good night," he said.
"Night," Zoro replied.
"I was talking to the kids."
"I was talking to my swords."
"Pfft. Go to sleep."
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Aren't twins cute? I know it's a bit cliché, but seriously, when are they going to come across an mpreg island again? xP
Once again, I'm extremely sorry I haven't updated in so long (damn college D: ). Thanks for reading! C&c is appreciated muchly.~
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
(1)- Diapers, basically. In the UK we call them nappies x) and I write in British English, so I thought I'd just clear that up.C
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