Zoro laid on a wide, flat rock at the edge of the small lake, arms pillowed behind his head, naked, drying off in the sun. His swords were tucked against his side. His clothing was piled nearby on the shore. The weather was warm, the sky cloudless. The faint breeze whispered through the oak tree leaves. He’d stumbled upon the lake while wandering Lost Lily Island. It had looked inviting, and he’d stripped down and floated for a while, enjoying the pleasant aftersnoon. He didn’t have anywhere pressing to be. The Thousand Sunny had docked around lunch in the harbor and Nami indicated they could stay a few days, to stretch their legs.
Zoro could see the mountain rising in the distance above the trees, capped by mist. Lost Lily Island was small and woody. The town itself had an air of wealth, with its pristine colorful stucco and wood buildings. The townspeople were very friendly and welcoming, however, instead of being stuck up. The Straw Hats had divided off once they’d secured the Sunny, to explore.
Zoro had gotten lost almost immediately, which was normal for him, had been as far back as he could remember, and he didn’t think anything about it. Unless he actually had to get somewhere important, getting lost was the best way to explore. It was how he’d found the lake in the middle of a forest of oak trees. While he didn’t mind being cooped up on the Sunny with his crew for weeks, the alone-time would do him good.
Zoro let his eye slip shut, allowing himself to drift to sleep. A mid-afternoon nap under the warmth of the sunshine was one of his favorite activities. His brain would alert him if anyone not on the crew approached or if he were in danger.
A few hours later, Zoro awoke, feeling refreshed and content. The sun had shifted, cresting to the other side of the forest. A few wisps of clouds dotted the sky. He was fully dry and a bit thirsty. He wouldn’t mind spending the rest of the evening in the town’s tavern, if he could find it.
Picking up his katanas, he rose and hopped off the flat rock onto the dry shore where he’d left his clothes and boots – except his clothes were not there anymore.
Zoro stared at the empty spot where he was sure he’d left them. His boots stood where he’d discarded them, one upright, the other on its side. His trousers and blue tank top had been piled on the hard-packed ground beside them. He remembered he’d grabbed his katanas from the pile when he’d decided the rock made a good napping spot. He preferred having them close at hand.
Puzzled, Zoro looked around. He didn’t spot his clothing anywhere nearby. Had one of his nakama come by and stolen them? That seemed ridiculous, though he wouldn’t put it past Franky or Brook to be that type of prankster. But surely they would have stuck around to see him react to his missing clothes.
Zoro’s gaze searched the woods around him, extending his observation haki as best he could, but he didn’t see or sense anyone nearby. Huh. He studied the ground around him, but since it was hard-packed, he didn’t see any tracks. Whoever or whatever had stolen his clothes hadn’t left a trace.
“Well, shit,” Zoro said aloud. He was going to have to head back to town naked. He didn’t care much about nudity, but others did. He winced, thinking of the fine Nami was going to heft onto him. He’d finally paid off his debt after they’d won a ship battle against another pirate crew before they’d reached the island. That pirate ship had a very full treasure room. Nami was thrilled. It would keep them well supplied for a while, with extra to spend as they wanted.
Zoro sighed audibly, stuffed his feet into his boots, and picked a direction to walk in. He didn’t bother to try to retrace his steps. Even if he spotted markers of his trail, he’d end up somewhere completely different than he’d intended.
The oak forest grew tall around him as he made his way through the woods. Dried leaves crunched underfoot. Moss coated fallen logs and mushrooms sprung up here and there. A woodpecker knocked on a tree, a quick rat-a-tat-tat that seemed to echo. Squirrels scampered through branches. Smaller birds sang to each other. A deer raised its head to watch Zoro walk by.
Through the trees, Zoro spotted a small, wooden shack. He was surprised by its ramshackle appearance. The wood was weathered, knotty in places and coated in moss. The cross-window had a broken pane. Zoro approached cautiously, but it seemed long-abandoned or was put to little use. He knocked on the door before pushing it easily open. Inside was a single room with a table and two chairs, a cot, a trunk, and a camp kitchen. Rifles and axes hung on the walls. A hunter’s cabin, likely. The shack smelled of mildew and everything had a thick coating of dust.
Zoro walked over to the trunk near the end of the cot. He broke the padlock with a hard tug, cast it aside, and opened the lid. The trunk held various small items, such as a deck of cards, a few books, a hand towel, and sharpening stones, as well as a few items of clothing. Zoro started pulling those out, his brow creasing into a frown as he laid one item after another onto the bed. Whoever the hunter was, was much smaller in stature than Zoro and likely a woman, judging by the few lightweight dresses he’d found. There was no way Zoro could get into the trousers.
Zoro checked the trunk one last time, but he didn’t find any bedding that he could wrap around himself. That left him with two options: continue on his way nakedly, or try one of the dresses.
There were four dresses. Though all four were casual, two were the form-fitting type, with cinched bodices. The other two were loose, appearing more like pretty, long t-shirts with flared bottoms than dresses. The pink dress with the small gold flowers had a regular neck. The blue and white gingham dress had a wide, squared off neckline.
Zoro picked up the gingham dress and held it up to him. He could make it work. He used one of his katanas to slice off the capped sleeves and cut the sides from beneath the armpit to the hip, where the skirt on the dress began to flare. He sheathed his katana, setting it with the others on the cot, before pulling the dress over his head.
The gingham dress fell down to mid-thigh on him. The cuts and his size made the upper half appear more like an apron than a dress. It was snug against his outer thighs, below his hip bones, but he wouldn’t rip the seams. The flare of the skirt allowed his legs to easily move. Everything was covered as long as he didn’t bend over. It would have to do.
Zoro used a pair of trousers to create a sling for his katanas, tying the legs crosswise over his chest at his hip. He slid the katanas into the opening of the trousers behind his left shoulder. He practiced drawing several times, ensuring that they were easily accessible. Then, he packed the rest of the clothing back into the trunk, shut the lid, and left the hunter’s shack.
Zoro picked a direction again and continued on his way. It was odd having such airness between his legs. He’d worn yukatas without anything underneath, but this dress was short. It was surprisingly comfortable. Too bad it was impractical. He’d get something cut off with the enemies he fought.
Zoro walked for a while, allowing his thoughts to drift around nothing in particular. Animals continued to rustle through the trees and scamper across his path. He heard the sound of a stream, but didn’t pay it any mind. His stomach rumbled, reminding him that lunch was a while ago. The sun continued its descent toward the horizon, as the evening drew near.
He stopped walking when the trees broke and he found himself at the base of the mountain, which was nowhere near town. “Damn it,” he muttered. He tilted his head back and stared up at the craggy peak. He supposed he could climb, get above the treeline, see if he could spot the town so he had a direction to point himself in.
He found a foothold and a handhold and began his ascent. He had little trouble. He was strong enough to hold his own weight on the narrow perches he found. He kept rising until he could see above the forest. He spotted the mast of the Thousand Sunny in the distance, along with the roofs of the buildings of the town, toward his right. When he climbed down, he’d have to keep the mountain to his left side to start with and then somehow manage to continue on in a straight line. He didn’t need to waste his entire night looping in circles around the mountain’s base.
He was about to start descending when he noticed figures appear from the forest about thirty yards from his perch. He grinned. “Oi! Luffy! Franky!” he shouted.
Both of them looked toward Zoro and he heard Luffy cackle. “Oi, Zoro! What are you doing on a mountain?” Luffy shouted back.
Zoro didn’t bother to answer, making his way quickly down. Franky and Luffy met him at the bottom of the mountain. Franky wore red speedos and an open shirt. Luffy wore his usual red vest and shorts. Franky admired Zoro’s outfit. “Super dress, bro.”
“Yeah. Don’t ask,” Zoro said dismissively. “What’re you guys doing out here?”
“We heard there are tunnels in the mountain and I wanted to explore them!” Luffy said excitedly. “Want to come?”
“Sure.” Zoro didn’t mind an unplanned adventure. “Lead the way.”
Luffy whooped and reversed course with Zoro and Franky following behind him. Not too far along the curve of the mountain was an entrance into it. It didn’t appear to be man made, but it had been shored up by wooden posts and supports. “Apparently, there are entrances in several places around the mountain,” Franky informed Zoro, as a light popped out of his wrist.
“Did you hear what it’s inside?” Zoro asked, as they ventured past the entrance into the darker interior.
“Nothing. Townies clammed up when Luffy asked,” Franky told him. “Luckily, Luffy didn’t announce his intent to explore until after we left the area. My metal nose is twitching.”
“Hn.” Zoro didn’t like the sound of that. “What do you suspect?”
“Gold, maybe? Or some other precious mineral or gem?” Franky said.
“Would go with the wealthy vibe I got from them,” Zoro said.
“Yeah, bro, I noticed the same.” Franky pushed his sunglasses up into his blue hair. “Not sure what Luffy’s thinking, other than having an adventure.”
The tunnel in the cave was narrow, the rocks smooth on either side and mostly underfoot. Cut by water, likely, Zoro thought. Franky’s flashlight pierced the darkness easily. Luffy didn’t stray too far ahead of the beam. More wooden supports were spotted at intervals. Franky pointed out a discarded torch lying on the ground. Zoro picked it up to examine it. It didn’t appear to be that old. The tunnels were definitely being used.
“Ne, Franky, there’s a split in the tunnel up ahead,” Luffy said.
The three of them came to a stop at the supported junction. Franky shined the light down each path. “Which way?”
Luffy pushed his hat back, scratched his head, and then started pointing back and forth in each direction. “Eeny-meeny-miney-moe, this is the way we’re going to go!” When he finished, he was pointing to the right tunnel.
“Eh, works for me,” Zoro said.
Luffy continued to lead, with Franky holding the light high to illuminate their path. Aside from the support beams, the tunnels appeared to be nothing more than tunnels within the mountain. Zoro spotted no signs of mining equipment. There was no independent lighting. The torch had been the only evidence so far of use.
Luffy stopped suddenly and cocked his head. “Do you hear that?”
Franky cupped a hand to his ear and Zoro strained to listen. Zoro caught the sound of faint voices. “People.”
“Friendlies or not, you think?” Franky said.
“Let’s go find out!” Luffy started to run off, but Zoro snatched the neck of his red shirt before he could get anywhere.
“Wait for the light, dumbshit,” Zoro scolded.
“Shishishi,” Luffy laughed in response.
The three continued down the tunnel, heading in the direction of the voices. They found another branch in the tunnels. Zoro tried to figure out which way to go based on the sound, but Luffy solved their problem for them.
“Oi! Voices!” Luffy shouted at the junction. “Where are you coming from?!”
“Luffy? Is that you?” was shouted back.
“Nami! Are you in the mountain, too?”
“Of course I’m in the mountain. I’m talking to you!”
Luffy rubbed a finger in his ear. He grinned at Franky and Zoro. “Guess she had the same idea.”
The sounds of more than one person grew louder and a light appeared down the left tunnel. A few moments later, Nami came into view. Nami stepped into the intersection of the tunnel first, holding the light. Her eyebrows climbed when she saw Zoro standing with Luffy and Franky, then she began to chortle. “I cannot wait to hear about this!”
“Hear about wha-a-ahh?” Sanji stopped short, standing behind Nami, staring at Zoro with eyes as big as saucers.
Zoro folded his arms across his gingham-clad chest. Of course, Sanji would be with Nami when he was wearing a dress. He was never going to hear the end of this.
Nami came closer, fluffing the edge of his skirt. “Are you wearing anything under this?”
Zoro batted her hand away. “No, I’m not.”
“Please tell me how you came to be dressed like this,” Nami begged, wearing a delighted grin.
“Doesn’t he look super?” Franky piped up, because he was a bastard. Zoro shot him a glare. Franky smirked.
“Ne, did you guys find anything the way you came?” Luffy asked.
Nami fluffed Zoro’s skirt again then danced out of the way of his swat. “No. It was a straight tunnel from the way we came in. What about you guys?”
“We had one branch before we met you,” Zoro told her.
“Did you hear about the tunnels in town?” Franky asked.
Nami nodded. “We overheard a hushed conversation about hiding something in the mountain, so we came to check it out. Right, Sanji-kun?”
Sanji didn’t respond. All eyes turned in his direction, to find both nostrils gushing blood and a glazed look on his face.
Nami cackled. “Sanji-kun likes Zoro in a dress!”
Franky clapped Zoro on the back. “Way to rock the frock, bro.”
“Shishishi,” Luffy laughed. “Sanji is silly!”
Zoro stared at Sanji in shock. He’d thought Sanji was straight. Why would he be getting a nosebleed? It wasn’t as if the dress magically turned Zoro into a woman with tits. The dress emphasized, quite clearly, that he was a man.
Franky walked over to Sanji and held out the handkerchief he’d taken from the breast pocket of his shirt. “You okay there, Sanji?” Franky asked with teasing in his voice. “You’re gonna bleed out if you keep this up.”
Sanji visibly snapped back into awareness when Franky half-blocked his view. “Shit.” He snatched the handkerchief and pressed it against his nose. The front of his blue and white pinstripe shirt was soaked with blood. He undid a second button at his collar. A vivid blush rose from beneath his shirt up his neck and over his entire face.
Nami rubbed her hands together with glee. “I am going to get months out of this.”
Zoro continued to stare at Sanji, who was avoiding everyone’s gaze. All this time, all it would’ve taken was women’s clothing to gain Sanji’s interest? Shit, if he’d known that, he’d have bought a skirt a while ago. He’d been wanting to get into Sanji’s trousers since they’d met up again in Sabaody. Zoro had a thing for men who were built and believed they could pin him down in the bedroom. Sanji’d always had strength in his legs, but he’d been too much of a twink for Zoro’s tastes before Kuma had sent them in different directions.
But Zoro’s dick was happy to learn that Sanji had changed over the two years the crew spent separated. Sanji’s shoulders had broadened and his body had developed into a powerful physique. While he wasn’t as muscular as Zoro, he was definitely no longer a twink. Zoro had salivated from the moment he’d seen Sanji on Sabaody, more so after he’d seen Sanji changing in the men’s quarters once they’d returned to the Sunny. Still, Sanji was straight, or so Zoro had assumed. He’d never glanced in a man’s direction so far as Zoro had seen.
This new information played havoc with Zoro’s mind and his other body parts. Getting a hard-on in a dress would announce what he thought about Sanji’s revelatory nosebleed. He turned his back to everyone and pinched himself discreetly.
“Ne, can we go now?” Luffy whined.
“I don’t know,” Nami said. “Sanji-kun might pass out.”
“I’m fine,” Sanji snapped, then immediately changed his tone when he realized he’d done so at Nami. “I mean, I am able to continue, sweet mellorine.”
Nami went over to Sanji and handed him the light. She grinned evilly. “Here. So you can see up Zoro’s dress better.”
Sanji sputtered and Zoro quirked his brow at Nami, who gave him a wink as she walked past. She joined Luffy and Franky, who were waiting by the other tunnel. “Let’s go,” she told them.
The three headed down the tunnel, leaving Zoro and Sanji alone. Sanji held the light shined at the cave floor. Zoro rubbed his lips together thoughtfully. He wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip past him. He also wasn’t someone who played coy. If Sanji turned him down, at least he’d know. “Like me in a dress, do you?”
“Shut up,” Sanji said, cleaning his upper lip and chin off the best he could with Franky’s handkerchief. He refused to look at Zoro. Zoro could see that his face was still bright red.
“Didn’t think you went for men,” Zoro said. “Unless you only like them in skirts.”
Sanji made a strangled sound. “I hate you.”
Zoro smirked. “So it’s Okama that turn you on.”
“No.” Sanji said it swiftly, too swiftly. He still wouldn’t look at Zoro. “Stop talking before I kick your teeth in.”
Zoro’s smirk grew. This was fun. “Do you like the Okama who act feminine or the ones who just like dressing up?”
“I am going to kill you.”
Zoro closed the distance between them. Sanji immediately backpedaled, which made Zoro chuckle. “I’m not going to jump you.” The noise Sanji made at Zoro’s words brought a bigger grin to his lips. Sanji was definitely interested. “Unless you want me to, that is. Sounds like you do.”
“You bring your dick near me and I’m going to kick it off.”
Zoro threw his head back and laughed. “You are something else, cook. You spurt like a bloody fountain over what I’m wearing, then act like a panicked prude.”
“I’m not a prude,” Sanji snapped, finally raising his eyes to glare at Zoro. The light reflected off the narrow tunnel walls, allowing them to see each other clearly. Sanji’s nose immediately started gushing again. He clamped Franky’s handkerchief over it. “Damn it, I’m going to bleed out!”
“Holy shit, you’re really into this,” Zoro said, amazed.
“Yes, you fucker.” Sanji averted his eyes again. “I like gay men in skirts. Big fuckers with more muscles than brains. Preferably without the makeup and wig.”
Zoro felt a pleased tickle in his stomach and another stirring in his groin. “Do you like fucking them or them fucking you?”
“I’m going to kick you in the balls so hard you’re going to get a new eye.”
Zoro grinned again. “Does that mean both?”
The light came winging at his head. “Die.”
Zoro laughed and dodged the light. It fell to the ground behind him. He’d always enjoyed riling up Sanji, but this took it to a new level. “You’re going to break the light, dumbass.”
“Good,” Sanji muttered.
Still chuckling, Zoro turned around and bent forward to grab the light. He hadn’t even thought about the fact that it would cause his skirt to rise up in back and expose the bottom half of his asscheeks. If he had, he might’ve done it on purpose from the reaction he received.
Sanji made a choked sound, and then he was behind Zoro, dragging Zoro’s hips backwards against the solid length trapped by Sanji’s trousers. “If you don’t stop fucking teasing me, I am going to ream you so hard you aren’t going to be able to walk for a week.”
Zoro inhaled sharply, arousal slamming through him. “Do it.”
“Shit.” Sanji paused for half a second, then he was manhandling Zoro roughly, turning them both and shoving Zoro against the side of the tunnel wall. Zoro braced his hands against the rock before he smashed his head against it. Zoro was bent over at the waist, the light clenched in one fist. Sanji kicked at Zoro’s ankles, prompting him to spread his legs further apart. Sanji bent over him again, pressing his fingers against Zoro’s lips. “Suck.”
Zoro moaned and opened his mouth. Sanji stuffed his fingers inside. Zoro sucked sloppily, coating them heavily with saliva, knowing exactly where they were going to go.
Sanji pulled his fingers free and immediately shoved two of them into Zoro’s hole. Zoro gasped, feeling the rough stretch and burn. Sanji was not being gentle. Zoro loved it. Sanji worked him open with saliva-wet fingers, muttering about Zoro having ruined his shirt and embarrassing him in front of their nakama. A third finger was pushed into Zoro, spreading him wider. Zoro’s head hung between his raised arms, panting already. His rigid cock tented the front of the skirt. If the others decided to come back to find them, he might kill them.
Sanji’s fingers left him abruptly, making him feel wide open and empty. He heard the clink of Sanji’s belt buckle and the rasp of a zipper. Sanji spat several times into his hand. Zoro knew he was coating his cock with saliva. His body clenched with anticipation.
The press of Sanji’s cockhead against his hole caused Zoro to relax. He’d been fucked so many times, he knew exactly how to prep himself to receive. Sanji didn’t hesitate like a skittish inexperienced partner. He breached Zoro with a steady push, then used his thumbs to hold Zoro’s asscheeks apart. It meant that Sanji was watching himself penetrate Zoro. It was fucking hot as hell.
“Shit, you fucking bitch, you take my cock so well,” Sanji growled. “Gonna make you squeal.”
Zoro’s entire body shuddered at Sanji’s dirty talk. “Fuck.”
“Yeah. Exactly.” Sanji drew his hips back and plunged in again. “Fuck you in your pretty dress. Tell me you want it.”
“Oh, fuck.” It was like Sanji knew what buttons to push. “Yes, I want it.”
Sanji drew his hips back and punched into him again. “Do it right.”
Lust clawed into Zoro’s back. Men who tried to dominate him were his favorite kind. “Please, fuck me in my pretty dress.”
“Good girl,” Sanji purred. He drew back and thrust hard again. “Tell me how you want it.”
Zoro moaned. “Ream me out. I want you to make me squeal.”
“Hn. Sweet little bitch. I’m going to enjoy this,” Sanji said, before doing exactly as promised. He started fucking Zoro with hard, punishing thrusts. He shifted his hands to Zoro’s hips, yanking Zoro back as he shoved forward. Zoro could feel the material of Sanji’s trousers rub against his ass with every thrust.
Sanji stopped talking. Zoro didn’t mind because his ass was being hammered with exquisite brutality. Sanji pounded into him viciously, taking what he wanted from Zoro’s body. A low keen rose helplessly from Zoro’s throat as Sanji fucked him hard enough to bruise has ass. The power behind Sanji’s hips was savage. Zoro’s past fucks hadn’t had a quarter of the strength behind them. He was in ecstasy. He definitely should’ve gotten a skirt a long time ago.
Sanji slammed into Zoro, the solid slap of his pelvis against Zoro’s ass loud in the tunnel. The light cast lewd shadows on the wall. Zoro’s entire body rocked with every thrust. The katanas jostled repeatedly, starting to come out of the makeshift holster. His steadily leaking cockhead rubbed against the material of the dress. It took all his strength to keep Sanji from ramming his head into the wall. It was fucking perfect.
Zoro perversely wanted it to last forever, but he felt Sanji start to speed up, becoming wilder in his thrusts. Zoro’s own cock ached for release, but he couldn’t touch himself, not without crashing into the wall. This was what he’d been looking for in a partner, someone brutal and strong who could actually pin him down. He fucking hoped that Sanji wanted to do this more than once, make it a thing.
Sanji slammed into Zoro’s ass several more times before bottoming out with a sharp intake of breath. Zoro could feel the pulse of his climax as he spilled deep inside Zoro. Zoro milked him dry, somewhat disappointed that Sanji was done fucking him. He wanted more. He had to bite his tongue not to beg. At least not today.
Sanji caught his breath and pulled out of Zoro. Zoro heard him fix his trousers. He remained bent over, braced against the wall, skirt flipped up over his back. His ass felt empty, well-used, and sore as hell. He knew he had bruises on his asscheeks. There was no question that he’d be walking funnily for a while.
Sanji traced a finger over one of the bruises. “Pretty.”
An unbidden whine escaped Zoro’s lips. He was desperate to come. Something kept him from grabbing himself and jerking off, though.
“Turn around, let me see you.”
Zoro straightened, and the pain in his lower back and ass was all encompassing. He hissed as he turned around. The katanas slid back into the makeshift holster. The dress draped over his erection indecently, pointing at Sanji. The light, still held in Zoro’s hand, highlighted the bloody mess Sanji had made of his shirt. Blood continued to drip steadily from Sanji’s nose, which he swiped away with the handkerchief stuffed up his sleeve. He stared at Zoro’s hard cock beneath the dress.
“Lift your skirt,” Sanji told him. “Slowly.”
Zoro drew the skirt up from the sides. He kept lifting until his balls were exposed, followed by the underside of his cock, before Sanji said, “Stop.”
Zoro felt obscene. He knew his erection was visible enough to make the fact that he was wearing a dress all the more impactful. His balls were clearly on display. Sanji licked the blood from his lips. It made Zoro whine uncontrollably again as the desire to have those lips around his cock made it twitch.
“Wrap your hand around your dress on your cock and jerk yourself off for me,” Sanji said.
Zoro eagerly complied. He grabbed his cock along with the dress draped over the top and jerked it with several hard, punishing strokes. “May I come?”
“Fuck, yes,” Sanji breathed, enraptured by what he was watching.
Zoro’s body went over instantly, coming hard, spraying into the edge of the dress and onto the tunnel floor. Blood abruptly gushed from Sanji’s nose again. He clamped the handkerchief over his nostrils. “Beautiful bitch.”
The dirty words caused Zoro to spurt a little more before relaxation and satisfaction washed through him. His hand fell to his side. He exhaled heavily, watching Sanji with a half-lidded, satiated eye. “You gonna pass out?”
“Maybe,” Sanji admitted, holding his fingers tightly over the handkerchief on his nose. “You look too fucking hot in that dress.”
Zoro smiled lazily. “I’ll wear all the dresses you want, if you keep fucking me like you did.”
“Shit.” Sanji squeezed his nose harder. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“No, I don’t.”
Zoro pulled the damp material of the skirt away from his softening erection, fanning it dry. “Dress or not, want to make this a thing? You fucking me? Or the other way around, if you’re into that, too?” He wasn’t going to beat around the bush about what he wanted. That fuck had been too good.
“Fuck, yes.” Sanji swayed. “But if I bleed to death, I’m blaming you.”
“Heh.” Zoro stretched his arms above his head, which caused the dress to ride up unintentionally. Sanji choked and Zoro caught him around the waist before he keeled over. He grinned at Sanji. “Pervert.”
“I’m not the one in the dress.” Sanji caught his footing and sighed. “We should probably catch up to the others. They’re likely wondering what’s taking us so long.”
Zoro didn’t bother to hide his chuckle. “I’m sure they know exactly what we’ve been doing, cook.”
Sanji groaned. “I should kill you for this.”
“How about you fuck me again instead?” Zoro said cheekily, pushing his groin against Sanji’s suggestively. “Call me some more dirty names.”
A spark lit Sanji’s eye above the handkerchief. “You liked that, did you?”
“So long as you don’t think I’m an actual woman, I’m into it.”
Sanji made a sound of derision. “You think I’d say that shit to a real woman?”
Zoro chuckled. “True.”
Sanji rubbed his free hand against Zoro’s chest. “I’ll warn you now that I know exactly what your massive chest will look like in a corset. I’m going to fuck your fake tits often.”
Zoro was amused. “How many Okama did you manage to bed?”
“Enough to know that I’m definitely not straight.”
Zoro laughed. “Neither am I.”
“I kinda got that when you told me to fuck you,” Sanji said dryly.
Zoro grinned. “Just wanted to be clear.”
Sanji rolled his eyes and disengaged from Zoro. His nose appeared to have stopped bleeding, though he was still a mess. Dried blood streaked across his upper lip and under his lower lip before his goatee started. “Let’s find the others.”
Zoro nodded in agreement and turned to lead the way. He felt a hand on his ass before he could take a step. “Sorry, pretty girl, it’s best that I lead.”
Zoro felt arousal coil through him again. This was going to be fun. He sent a silent thanks to whomever or whatever stole his clothes and the hunter for the dress.
Sanji squeezed his ass before skirting around him. “Let’s go.”
Zoro fell into step behind him with a pronounced limp. It hurt deliciously to walk. “Tell me more about this corset thing…”
End