Zoro dangled from the ship’s rail by his fingertips in a flexed arm hang. Sanji appeared above him, resting his elbows on the rail. He took a drag from his cigarette, looking down at Zoro in question. Zoro pulled himself up swiftly and kissed the tip of Sanji’s nose. Sanji exhaled startled smoke in Zoro’s face and Zoro coughed around his grin.
The Sunny rocked hard on the waves. Arousal permeated the air. Zoro shoved Sanji against the locked storage room door and devoured his parted mouth with lips and teeth and tongue. Sanji clutched his shoulders and moaned against his lips. He tasted like cigarettes and the sea.
Zoro lifted the blanket and slid into bed. Night shrouded him, the snores of his crewmates singing a discordant lullaby. He spooned around Sanji, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. Sanji murmured indecipherably, head shifting on the pillow in sleep. Zoro closed his eyes, snuggled in, and drifted off to join him in his dreams.
Zoro and Sanji sat on the galley floor between the sink and the stove, a storm rattling outside the closed doors. Bentos sat on the counter, half-prepared. Used dishes cluttered the sink. Sanji's breathing was unsteady and his eyes hungry as Zoro sucked Sanji’s sticky-rice fingers clean, ending with a kiss to each fingertip.
Nami helped Zoro dress this time, and Zoro was gratified to see Sanji’s eyes widen and hear him inhale sharply when Zoro walked through the door. Zoro grabbed his hand and performed a courtly bow, kissing the back of his hand. He straightened up, offered his elbow, and escorted a flustered Sanji into the ballroom.
A kick came at Zoro’s face and he caught the bare foot just before it connected. With a cocky grin, he kissed Sanji’s heel. Sanji sputtered in indignation, leapt up, and kicked Zoro with his other foot instead.
Sanji was bent over the back of the sunken sofa in the men’s quarters, trousers and boxers pooled around his ankles, swearing up a storm. Zoro knelt behind him, face buried between his pale asscheeks, tonguing him in an extremely dirty kiss. The tent in Zoro’s trousers indicated how much he enjoyed it.
Zoro and Sanji wandered through a new town when the Sunny stopped for the afternoon. It was a gorgeous day. People threaded around them, shopping, chatting, catching up with old friends. Laughing children ran through the streets. Zoro and Sanji had nothing to do, nowhere they needed to be. Strolling slowly along the promenade, Zoro brought their clasped hands to his lips and kissed Sanji’s knuckles where their fingers entwined. Sanji gave him a sideways look. Zoro merely smiled.
The Straw Hat crew splashed and played in the shallow water of a lagoon. Boisterous laughter floated on the breeze. Sanji lay on the beach wearing only wet swim trunks, his arm draped over his eyes, his damp hair drying beneath the sun. Zoro settled down beside him, lifted Sanji’s arm, and kissed the inside of Sanji’s wrist. His reward was a content sigh.
Zoro’s mouth kissed Sanji’s pelvis, lips stretched wide as he head bobbed over Sanji’s lap. Saliva slicked Sanji’s rigid cock. Zoro hummed with satisfaction as Sanji gripped his hair, cursing and writhing as Zoro’s fingers stimulated him on the inside.
Zoro came up behind Sanji, slipping his arms around Sanji’s bare waist. He pressed a kiss against Sanji’s shoulder. They stood outside on the upper deck of the sunny, a nest of rumpled blankets on the ground beside them. The quiet night surrounded them with intimacy. Smoke curled from Sanji’s cigarette as he leaned back against Zoro. Together, they watched the moonlight play amongst the waves.
Zoro kissed his way down Sanji’s bare chest, sucking love bites onto the pale skin. The marks used to last for days. Now, they disappeared within seconds. It made Zoro sad.
Zoro shot Sanji a grin, black eye dancing with bloodthirsty delight, meeting up with him on the battlefield. His katanas and clothing were stained red. Around them, bodies littered the ground. Sanji reached out to swipe the blood from Zoro's cheek and Zoro kissed Sanji’s palm. He wondered if there were any more enemies to kill.
Sanji lay as still as the grave, eyes closed, lips waxen. He never got sick and rarely got badly hurt anymore. Chopper was beside himself, not knowing what to do. The others gathered in the galley with worried expressions and fear in their hearts. Zoro bent forward and pressed a kiss to Sanji’s forehead, never leaving his side.
Zoro stood beside Sanji, washing the dishes as Sanji dried. Their nakama still sat around the dining table after dinner, chatting and laughing. The galley still smelled of spicy food and sweet desserts. Warmth filled Zoro’s heart. He leaned over and kissed Sanji on the cheek, just because. Sanji blushed and cussed him out. It only made him smile.
Sanji sat on the grass on the main deck, leaning against the tree, reading a book. Zoro lay sideways beside him, his head resting in Sanji’s lap. Clouds drifted overhead as the Sunny bobbed on the waves. Zoro watched sleepy-eyed as the clouds changed shapes, while Sanji’s fingers carded through his hair. He exhaled a contented sigh and murmured a confession.
Sanji lowered his book, tenderness softening his eyes. He leaned forward and brushed a kiss on Zoro’s lips. “I love you, too.”
End