The first time Sanji saw Zoro, after two years apart, a rush of arousal lit fire to his body. Sanji was horrified. Sanji wasn’t the straightest of men – his dick stood at attention in the presence of hot guys and his dark, self-pleasuring fantasies involved a lot of cocks. But this was Zoro. Zoro. The idiotic ape who spoke in grunts and thought bathing was optional. The shit swordsman who believed it was okay to insult women, scratch in public, and constantly walk around shirtless. Nobody wanted to see Zoro’s nipples all the time.
Except Sanji really wanted to see them. He wanted Zoro to remove the olive-green long coat he wore - sans shirt, of course - and see what was underneath. Zoro was a lot more muscular than when Sanji had last seen him, two years ago. His body strained against his clothing as if it could barely contain his new strength. He’d also lost an eye, the moron, but it only served to make him appear deadlier.
But what really got to Sanji was how self-possessed Zoro seemed. Zoro had always been confident, but he’d thrown himself at danger with flailing limbs and sheer determination. Now, he appeared to be aware of himself, of his body, of what it could do. His movements were controlled, his power refined. He seemed to know exactly who he was and what that meant. And it turned on Sanji something fierce.
Thankfully, there were mermaids soon after they reunited. Sanji was able to shove down the disturbing attraction and get back to their normal lives.
Until the suit.
They were on Dressrosa, the crew trying to hide their arrival, and they donned suits. Zoro’s suit should’ve looked stupid on him because of his oversized muscles. Instead, the tailors outdid themselves in a very short amount of time, fitting the suit to Zoro’s bulk to make him look sexy as hell. Sanji was instantly, insanely aroused. Even the ridiculous mustache didn’t turn him off. He wanted to drag Zoro into the restroom and screw him senseless.
Zoro, wearing the suit, made Sanji want to put his hands all over that body and feel Zoro’s muscles. He wanted Zoro’s rough hands touching him, grabbing his dick and jerking him off. He wanted to shove his cock down Zoro’s throat and fuck that smug face. He wanted to bend over and have Zoro fuck the daylights out of him without removing his clothing. Sanji thanked his lucky stars when a woman in danger needed his help. She threw her arms around Sanji and Sanji stopped thinking about Zoro immediately. Then she beat him up, which was hot, but she didn’t fuck him.
Whole Cake Island and Wano Country tried their best to take Sanji out, both mentally and physically, but Sanji survived with a new genetically modified body and an appreciation for who he was as a person. Luffy wanted Sanji for all the reasons his biological father did not and Sanji valued Luffy far, far more than he did that asshole.
Things went on, as they did. Sanji saw Zoro in a towel at the onsen in Wano and nearly had a nosebleed. Then Yamato jumped into the onsen without a towel and he did have one. Sanji knew, logically, that Yamato was a guy but those female parts still got him.
Eggplant Island was where Sanji had lost it. He’d survived the ripped, self-possessed Zoro in Sabaody. He’d survived Zoro in a suit. He’d staved off a nosebleed over Zoro in a towel. But now Zoro was wearing a black, skin-tight, full body jumpsuit that clung to every ridge and muscle of his body.
Zoro dressed to the left. And was smuggling another sword.
Sanji was dead. Not even the lovely Lilith’s perfect breasts could distract him. Nami and Robin were basically walking around in their panties and it didn’t matter. All he could do was stare at Zoro and salivate. He wanted Zoro right there, right then.
Thankfully, chaos happened, and Sanji was distracted until they left Eggplant Island along with the Giant Warrior Pirates, captained by the giants the Straw Hats had met ages ago back on Little Garden. That same night, the Giant Warrior Pirates hosted a great-to-see-you-again party on their ship, the Great Eirik. The mood was more subdued than their usual parties, as only one Vegapunk had survived and she was unconscious. Still, there was eating and drinking and more drinking and even more drinking until Sanji wobbled when he walked.
No one had changed out of their Eggplant Island clothes, even though the temperature outside was below freezing. Which meant that Zoro still wore the jumpsuit and Sanji was horny as hell and drunk enough to do something about it.
“You!” Sanji jabbed a finger toward Zoro, who was lounging against a thick post in the longhall of the Great Eirik, a large stein of ale in hand. “Come with me.”
“Tch. No.” Zoro dismissed him. He dare he!
Sanji aimed a kick at his head, which was easily blocked because Sanji lacked balance at the moment. He scowled back at the scowling Zoro. “I need you,” Sanji told him. He still had enough possession of his faculties enough to add, “To help bring more booze over.”
“Why didn’t you say that to begin with?” Zoro got to his feet, and Sanji got an eyeful of jumpsuit-Zoro. Sanji’s cock wanted him to attack Zoro right there. Sanji’s brain reminded him they were in a room full of Straw Hats and Giant Warrior Pirates and he wasn’t into exhibitionism. At least not tonight.
Sanji grabbed his winter coat on the way out of the longhall. Zoro did the same. The biting cold attempted to sober Sanji but he staved it off through sheer willpower. They traversed the rope bridge tying the Great Eirik and the Thousand Sunny together. They waded through the snow covering the main deck lawn to the Aquarium Bar.
The Aquarium Bar on the Thousand Sunny had a floor to ceiling aquarium that was filled with caught fish for entertainment and meals. It housed about thirty varieties of fish at the moment. The aquarium curved around the room and raised curtains draped along it. Beneath it was a curving, plush sofa that was wide enough to sprawl on when the desire hit. In the center of the room was the service elevator that ran upstairs to the galley. A table was affixed to it and chairs were bolted around it. Storage compartments for games and other things were tucked beneath the table and under the sofa. Wine and other alcoholic beverages were housed in refrigerators set against the main deck wall around the windows and door. Sconce lights affixed to the service elevator provided lighting. Additional doors led to the hall behind the aquarium and the lower outdoor balcony.
Sanji flicked the lights on as they entered the bar. The fish near the outer, clear wall of the aquarium darted away at the sudden light, to hide amongst the coral and rocks nestled into the sandy bottom. Sanji waited until Zoro tramped in behind him, then closed and flipped the lock on the door.
“What are we grabbing?” Zoro asked.
“You.”
Zoro stared at Sanji like he’d lost his mind. “What?”
Sanji prowled toward Zoro, dropping his winter coat from his shoulders onto the floor. He was so horny it hurt. His shorts tented blatantly in the crotch. “You. I’m going to grab you. Touch you. Kiss you. Probably fuck you.”
Zoro’s working eye went wide in alarm. “You’re drunk.” He backed away from Sanji until he bumped into the edge of the couch. His hands were raised defensively. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, idiot.”
“Oh, I most definitely know what I’m talking about, marimo.” Sanji got right up into Zoro’s space. Zoro’s defending palms rested against Sanji’s chest. “You have been tormenting me for months and months and that jumpsuit of yours was the last straw. And unless you tell me no right now, I am going to lick your entire stupid, muscular body in that jumpsuit and finally find out what it’s like to suck another man’s cock.”
Zoro made a choking sound in his throat and his face turned red. “Cook…”
Sanji stared hungrily at Zoro’s lips. “Yes or no, Zoro.”
Zoro went silent, still staring at Sanji with a wide-eye. Then, he whispered, “Yes.”
That was all Sanji needed to hear. He knocked Zoro’s hands away and pounced. Zoro tumbled back onto the couch and Sanji straddled him. Sanji grabbed either side of Zoro’s face and attacked him with a kiss. He plunged his tongue between Zoro’s surprised lips, taking what he wanted. Zoro made another noise in the back of his throat, his hands coming up to wrap around Sanji’s waist.
Zoro tasted like ale and the meat they had at the party. His lips were soft but chapped. Sanji drank from his mouth like a parched man in the desert. He didn’t care that the kiss was messy, sloppy, or rough. His need drove him to plunder Zoro’s mouth without refinement until the desire to taste more of Zoro became an issue.
Sanji dragged his lips across Zoro’s cheek to his ear and sucked on the naked lobe. Zoro’s hands convulsed around Sanji’s waist. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days,” Sanji promised against his ear.
“Fuck.” Zoro bucked beneath Sanji, his hips smacking against Sanji’s ass. Sanji briefly wondered what it would be like to have Zoro fuck him instead. He’d only ever fucked himself with random objects. The thought made his cock throb. Maybe he’d do both – fuck Zoro and be fucked by Zoro. He wasn’t planning to leave the Aquarium Bar any time soon.
Sanji got back to tasting Zoro, licking a stripe along Zoro’s neck. Zoro’s skin tasted salty and skin-like. He pushed irritably at Zoro’s coat, whose collar was in the way of going any lower. He sat up straight and glared at it. “Take off that stupid coat.”
Zoro sat up enough to shrug it off his shoulders. He pulled it from behind him and tossed it onto the floor. Sanji’s drunk gaze slid over the bulging muscles revealed by the skin-tight jumpsuit. “You are so fucking hot in these clothes.”
“It’s tight,” Zoro mumbled, tugging at his collar.
“That’s why I like it.” Sanji grinned lasciviously and then slithered from Zoro’s lap. He pushed Zoro’s thighs apart and settled on his knees between them. Boldly, he licked the material where it stretched over Zoro’s cock.
Zoro cursed and he balled his hands into fists. He stared down at Sanji, mouth slack. “You really meant it.”
“Of course I fucking meant it.” Sanji buried his face in Zoro’s crotch, inhaling the dark, musky scent. “I’m drunk and horny and you’re mine.”
Zoro made that noise again, a strangled-want sound that went right to Sanji’s cock. Sanji mouthed down Zoro’s rapidly hardening length. Damn, he was big. Sanji’s imagination took him to places he’d only ever dreamed of going. He could see himself being penetrated by Zoro while bending over the couch. He pictured himself riding Zoro like women had ridden him. It was hot as hell. Sanji grabbed his erection through his shorts and gave it a twist to stave off orgasm.
As promised, Sanji began licking Zoro all over, not just his cock. The material of the jumpsuit wasn’t that tasty, but the sounds Zoro was making made up for it. He went down one leg and up the other, shucking Zoro’s snowy boots in between. He ran his tongue across Zoro’s taut abdomen and licked every covered inch of that gloriously muscular chest. He even licked each arm down to Zoro’s fingers, taking the time to suck every digit into his mouth.
Zoro watched him with a blown-out pupil. His breathing was heavy and ragged. His other hand was gripping the edge of the couch cushion tightly. He leaned against the back of the sofa, allowing Sanji to do what he wanted. It made Sanji want to see how far he could push. He licked a stripe across Zoro’s palm and asked, “If I tied you up and fucked you with my fist, would you be into it?”
“Fuck.” Zoro's other hand ripped the cushion where he’d gripped it at the edge. Stuffing fluffed out.
Sanji chuckled darkly. “Perverse bastard. I’m going to enjoy you.” The alcohol was making Sanji bold. He never would have spoken like this otherwise. He wouldn’t have made an advance on a man, either. While his kinks involved men or dominant imaginary women, he’d never approached anyone. What he wanted to do with men was not filled with flowers or romance and, when sober, he balked and kept his distance. Thus, when he had the option during the in-between times, he bedded women. The women he’d been with smothered his head between their thighs and that was about as kinky as it got. None of them had offered anything more dominant or daring. And so he kept his dark fantasies to himself.
And Sanji had a lot of dark fantasies. Sometimes he was in charge, sometimes he was not. Dominant women, men, fish-men with tentacles. Tied up, tied down, in public, in a dungeon. Hands and cocks and pussies and objects. Consensual torture-porn. Sanji was into it all. He was the one who was perverse.
He crawled up Zoro’s body, draped his arms around Zoro’s neck, and began whispering all the extreme stuff he wanted to do with Zoro if they had months to screw around, rather than the night. He ground against Zoro, feeling Zoro’s hard cock against his ass, his own erection rubbing against Zoro’s lower belly. He told Zoro about the toys and the tools and the tying up. He nipped Zoro’s ear as he detailed how he would take Zoro to a sex club and lead him around nakedly by a cock piercing on a leash. He shared perverse fantasies about gangbangs and zoans, degradation and public urinals. His drunk tongue allowed him to spill it all.
Zoro was making wild, breathy sounds, as Sanji painted dark, dirty pictures with his words until he came in his shorts from rubbing against Zoro’s belly. The orgasm flooded his mind with sweet release, taking the edge off. He should’ve thought to do that first. Now he could enjoy Zoro without coming too quickly.
Sanji climbed off Zoro and peeled off his clothes. He teetered slightly as the world spinned drunkenly. Naked, he put his hands on his hips and stared at Zoro. Zoro looked like he was going to come at any second. His hard-on was fully outlined by the jumpsuit material. His expression was slack with lust and he looked at Sanji with a hunger only reserved for fighting.
“Strip,” Sanji ordered, seeing if Zoro obeyed.
Zoro was on his feet in an instant, working that tight jumpsuit off his muscular form. Sanji licked his lips as each inch of Zoro was revealed. Fuck, the man was hot. Why had he denied himself this before now? Frickin’ sober panic. This was sex, plain and simple. Who the hell cared who it was with? If feelings became involved… well, he’d deal with that later. Right now, he wanted to gobble Zoro up and not feel guilty about it. The alcohol was allowing that to happen.
Zoro dropped the jumpsuit onto the floor and Sanji picked it up again. He tugged the material between his hands. It was strong. He grinned wickedly at Zoro. “On your knees.”
Zoro’s knees hit the floor with a thump. Fucking hell, he was into it! Sanji felt himself growing hard again. He was going to fuck Zoro over and over until neither of them could move. Sanji wasted no time in binding Zoro’s wrists to his ankles and his ankles tightly each other, causing him to have to lean back, exposing his chest fully. His cock was thick, long, and hard, dangling between his legs from a thatch of moss-green hair. He was nearly tripoding. Sanji salivated.
Dropping to his own knees in front of Zoro, Sanji attacked Zoro’s nipples with his mouth. He licked, sucked, and bit at the nubs until they were hard as diamonds and then licked, sucked, and bit some more. Zoro cursed under his breath, pushing his chest into Sanji’s mouth. Sanji grinned around a tit and bit more firmly. Zoro yelped. Sanji paused. “If you want me to stop, say something smart.”
“What?”
“Exactly.” Sanji bit again and Zoro yelped and then moaned deep in his chest. Sanji read a lot of pornographic material. He knew all about safe words. He searched his hazy mind for an appropriate one. “Say Eirik.”
“Eirik?” Zoro sounded confused.
“Yeah. Easy to remember, since we’re tied up to that ship.” Sanji flicked his tongue against Zoro’s bruised nipple. “If you don’t say Eirik, I’m going to assume you’re into it. If you do say it, I’ll do something else instead. Got it?”
“Safe word. Got it.”
So Zoro knew what a safe word was. That intrigued Sanji, but he’d figure that out later. He bit Zoro’s nipple hard. Zoro’s yelp was loud and pained. Sanji waited a moment, glancing up at Zoro with an eyebrow raised. Zoro stared back at him and didn’t say anything. Fuck, this was going to be good.
Sanji threw himself into it, biting, licking, sucking, and bruising Zoro all over his chest, shoulders, and neck. Blood trickled down his skin in several spots. Zoro cried out but didn’t stop him. He wondered how much pain Zoro would be into. The crazy marimo could certainly withstand it for a long time during fights. Sanji should find some sort of crop or paddle somewhere and see how loud Zoro could sing.
Sanji reached down and stroked his erection a few times, enjoying the thought. Then he let his mouth head downward, aiming for Zoro’s cock. He lifted the heavy length with both hands, causing Zoro to buck his hips. Sanji kissed the bulbous, reddened head. He lapped at the leaking slit. The pre-cum on his tongue was as salty as his own. He was flexible enough to give himself a blowjob, so he knew what to do. Zoro was much bigger than his own self, though. Much, much bigger. Lucky bastard.
Sanji opened his mouth wide and took Zoro inside. Zoro gurgled appreciatively. It felt different than his own cock, wider, and it stretched his lips to obscene proportions. His mind slipped into a fantasy about Zoro fucking Sanji’s face with that monstrosity, holding Sanji’s hair and forcing him to take it down his throat, cutting off his air, choking him with it. Sanji moaned around the quarter length in his mouth. Zoro swore profusely and his hips bucked again, causing Sanji to take more in. Sanji’s eyes fluttered shut. He grasped Zoro’s cock with both hands, one stacked atop the other from the base, and then began to give his first blowjob to another man.
The sounds and uncontrolled movements Zoro was making meant Sanji was doing a good job. Sanji knew how to use his tongue, knew what he liked doing to himself even if the angle was different. He used his hands to stroke Zoro as his head bobbed. Drool escaped from the corners of his tightly-stretched mouth. He released one hand, trying to take Zoro deeper. He could feel Zoro’s cockhead bump the back of his throat, causing him to gag. It made his eyes water and he pulled off briefly to catch his breath, then tried again. This time, he remembered to open his throat like when he played dirty kitchen games with a large pickle. He only gagged slightly and was able to take Zoro down.
“Fucking holy hell holy fucking fucking fuck,” Zoro babbled. Sanji hummed happily and kept taking the extra length down his gullet. If they kept doing this, Sanji knew he’d be able to take it all down. Sanji’s drunken mind enthusiastically agreed that they should do this forever.
He could tell Zoro was about to come by the strained sound he made. Sanji glanced up and saw Zoro’s neck muscles standing out and his eyelid scrunched shut. Sanji prepared himself to drink a boatload of cum. His hand stroked, his mouth sucked, and Zoro climaxed with a grunting grimace. His length pulsed under Sanji’s hand, past his super-stretched lips, and he spilled into Sanji’s mouth. Sanji was quick to swallow, but he couldn’t get it all. Cum dripped from the edges of his lips onto his chin. It was salty and bitter. Sanji loved it.
Sanji cleaned Zoro thoroughly before releasing his spent cock. He straightened, kissed Zoro’s slackened lips, and gave him a taste of his own cum. Zoro panted into Sanji’s mouth. Sanji yanked at Zoro’s short hair, getting his attention. He offered Zoro his cum-spattered chin. “Lick.”
Zoro licked, cleaning his own mess of Sanji’s face. Sanji’s cock throbbed with enjoyment. “Please tell me you’re an obedient little bitch all the time.”
“Fuck,” Zoro groaned, his mouth pressed against Sanji’s goatee. “For you, I am.”
It was the hottest thing Sanji’d ever heard. His brain spun with drunken delight. He pulled back far enough to see Zoro clearly. “Next time, you’re tying me up and abusing the shit out of me.” He watched Zoro’s eye go wild with lust. “But right now, I’m going to lick your asshole until you beg me to fuck you.”
Zoro choked on his breath and Sanji manhandled him onto his face. The way his wrists and ankles were tied meant he was craned uncomfortably. Sanji pushed until his upper body was on the floor and his knees and crotch were away from the ground. He settled behind Zoro, using his knees to support Zoro’s thighs in this position. Zoro’s perfect ass was right in front of him. He spread Zoro’s cheeks, revealing the puckered hole. Sanji licked his lips again. “You even have a delicious looking asshole.”
Zoro cursed again, his forehead resting against the checkered-tile floor. Sanji didn’t hesitate any longer. He buried his face between Zoro’s asscheeks, kissing Zoro’s hole before laving it with his tongue. He flicked at the entry like he would a woman’s clit before plunging his tongue into Zoro, giving him the dirtiest French kiss. He tongued Zoro like he was going to fuck him, thrusting in and out. Zoro writhed awkwardly beneath Sanji’s hands and face, the binding clothing stopping him from moving too much.
Sanji kept it up until Zoro started to beg, just like he wanted. “Enough, please. Fuck me already. Just fuck me. I can’t take it any more.”
Sanji gave Zoro a final kiss, then wormed his way beneath Zoro’s bound ankles and wrists to plaster himself over Zoro’s back. It stretched Zoro’s back arms even further. Sanji shoved his hand between them to position his hard cock at Zoro’s entrance. He felt Zoro’s body opening to him as he pushed.
Zoro moaned deep in his throat. The heat of his body swallowed Sanji’s erection. Sanji hadn’t used any lube besides his tonguing and it was sure to hurt. Sanji had played with dry objects enough to know how it felt. He, of course, loved it, but that was him. He waited for Zoro to use the safe word. When he didn’t, Sanji began to fuck him in earnest.
Sanji pulled his hand free from between them, wrapped his arms around Zoro’s neck, and started thrusting. He could feel Zoro’s bound feet and wrists digging into his lower back. Sanji fucked Zoro with all his strength. His pelvis slapped hard and loud against Zoro’s ass. His arms choked Zoro with every thrust. He took what he wanted from Zoro, while Zoro grunted and gasped for air. Sanji could feel his balls slapping against Zoro's, adding a sharp sting. Sweat slicked the skin between his chest and Zoro’s back. He drove them across the tile floor with every pump of his hips, Zoro’s cheek and chest squeaking against the tile. It was fantastic. Fucking perfect.
Sanji crashed over the edge into his second orgasm without hesitation. His mind whited out, his eyes squeezed shut, and he pumped his load into Zoro’s sweet, grasping ass. His drunkenness added the excitement of making the world spin wildly. He gasped for breath once he came down from his climatic high.
He lay sprawled across Zoro’s back and thought about taking a nap. His heart hammered in his chest from the exertion. Fucking Zoro’s ass had been as good as fucking a woman’s pussy, maybe even better. Zoro was tight and hot and it was Zoro’s ass. A woman had never let Sanji do that. A woman hadn’t wanted Sanji lick their dirty asshole. Sanji really, really should have gone for this a long time ago.
Sanji was strong enough that he could stand while still plastered to Zoro’s back. His cock slid out of Zoro’s ass when he stood. The binding kept Zoro attached to him, Zoro’s shoulders taking the brunt of his own weight over Sanji’s shoulders. Zoro gasped in pain. Sanji cupped his hands beneath Zoro’s knees and turned them toward the aquarium. Fish stared at the lewdly from behind the glass. Sanji walked over to the couch and squatted until Zoro was kneeling on it. He leaned forward until Zoro’s face was pressed against the back of the couch and then slithered his way out from beneath the bindings.
Zoro was left in the uncomfortable position of still behind bound wrist to ankle with his ankles tightly together. His knees and face supported his weight over the sofa seat. His heavy erection hung between his knees. Sanji flicked it with his finger up and down the hard length, causing Zoro to moan in pleasure. Kinky bastard was really into pain.
With a dirty grin, Sanji fetched a bottle of wine from one of the wine refrigerators. A cheap bottle. Zoro wasn’t worth the good stuff. He uncorked it and guzzled some down. Not too bad. He brought it over to Zoro and spread apart his asscheeks with one hand. Zoro’s reddened, abused hole leaked cum. Sanji inserted the narrow top of the wine bottle into Zoro’s hole, tipped it up, and flooded Zoro’s ass with red wine. It leaked out the sides of his hole like blood.
“Fucking hell,” Zoro breathed raggedly, squirming slightly on his knees. Sanji had done this to himself. He knew the alcohol burned. Two bottles were enough to get Sanji drunk this way. He knew it would take a hell of a lot more to do that to Zoro, depending on how sloshed he already was from the Giant Warrior Pirates party.
Sanji decided to try adding three more, happily watching Zoro get off on having alcohol flooding his ass. He opted to fuck Zoro with the last bottle as he poured. He watched Zoro’s red, wine-damp hole stretch wide as he worked the bottle in and out of him deeper and deeper. Zoro was making a constant high-pitched sound, muffled by his face being squished against the back of the couch. Sanji never heard the safe word, so he played as much as he wanted. It wasn’t fisting, but it worked the same. Plus, he had experience with wine bottle sex. He was such a pervert.
He fucked Zoro for quite a while with the bottle, humming happily, swaying on his feet. The alcohol was still sloshing in his brain. He’d also guzzled from the four wine bottles before pouring them into Zoro’s beautiful, fuckable ass. The fish watched them having dirty fun and Sanji hoped they enjoyed the show.
Sanji eventually got bored and pressed the bottle as far as he could into Zoro before leaving it there. He knelt on the floor behind Zoro and wrapped both hands around Zoro’s hard cock. He began milking Zoro, pulling on Zoro’s erection hand over hand, rough enough to hurt but not do anything to break it. He wanted to be able to ride that cock.
Zoro was a gibbering, stuttering mess. His body was slick with sweat. His muscles strained against the binding. The wine bottle stretched his asshole obscenely. Red wine streaked his balls and legs. Sanji leaned forward to lap at Zoro’s damp balls, earning more noises. Zoro was certainly vocal. It was great.
Sanji nipped at Zoro’s balls and Zoro came immediately with a shout. He shot his load over the end of the sofa onto the floor and Sanji’s hands. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Sanji kept milking Zoro until Zoro squirmed from the sensitivity. Then he milked some more, seeing how long it might take for Zoro to say the safe word. He never did. Sanji grinned lecherously.
He gave up, wiped his damp hands on Zoro’s ass, and collapsed onto the couch beside him. He patted the top of Zoro’s head. Zoro’s face was still plastered into the back of the couch. His neck, shoulders and legs appeared strained. Sanji could see some bruising around Zoro’s neck where he’d choked the other man while fucking him. It was pretty. “You’re pretty.”
Zoro said something that might have been “I love you” but probably not. He wondered if Zoro was drunk. “You drunk?”
“Enough.” That word was clear. “You gonna keep me like this all night?”
“Maybe.”
Zoro gurgled in his throat. “Fuck.”
“Heh. Pervert.”
Sanji folded his hands on his belly and slouched lower on the sofa. His head was buzzing pleasurably. If he waited a little bit, he could get it up again and fuck that shitty mouth of Zoro’s. Zoro liked sticking things in it. Hm. He could probably start now. He wasn’t sensitive, just limp.
Sanji rose, stretched, and manhandled Zoro until Zoro was on his back, lying lengthwise on the couch. His arms and feet were trapped under him. It made him arched in a bow, with his pelvis at the highest point of the curve. His chest and stomach were littered with bite marks, bruises, and blood streaks. Sanji could clearly see the bruising around his neck now. “Definitely pretty.”
“Fuck. I like it when you say shit like that,” Zoro told him, watching him through a half-lidded eye. “Why haven’t you tried this sooner?”
“Eh. Didn’t think I wanted it this much.” Sanji ran his fingertips around Zoro’s torso between the marks. “This is very gay, you know.”
Zoro sputtered in laughter. “You think?”
“Hn.” Sanji bent his head to lick at Zoro’s lips. “Also didn’t know you’d be this receptive.”
“I’m gay, you’re hot, that’s all the incentive I need,” Zoro said. “You’re very drunk, though. Hate for you to regret this in the morning.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” Sanji could probably will the drunkenness away with his genetically modified healing ability. He didn’t want to, though. Not yet. He liked the courage it gave him to be his very dirty self. “Depends on if you let me do this to you whenever I want.”
Zoro made another strangled sound of want in his throat. He did that a lot. “After tonight, I’d do anything for you.”
“Pervert.”
“Yes.” Zoro flashed him a slutty smile. “Yours, though.”
“Hm, I like the sound of that.” Sanji reached between Zoro’s legs and wiggled the bottle still in Zoro’s ass. Zoro swore with a moan. Sanji grinned. “Can’t decide if I’m going to like messing you up more or being messed up.”
“Guess we’ll find out,” Zoro panted as Sanji wiggled the bottle again.
Sanji walked around to Zoro’s head, climbed onto the couch, and straddled Zoro’s face. His knees depressed the cushion on either side of Zoro’s head. “Open,” he commanded. Zoro opened his mouth immediately. “Good boy.” He fed his semi-soft cock into Zoro’s mouth.
Zoro lapped eagerly at Sanji’s cock and Sanji’s eyes fell shut. He braced his hands on the couch seat past Zoro’s head and began to slowly fuck Zoro’s mouth. His cock began to harden as Zoro worked him with strong licks and a hint of teeth. Once he was fully erect, he went down on his elbows and began thrusting in earnest. Zoro made choking noises and Sanji pulled out briefly so he could talk. “Need to say the word, or can I fuck your face until you choke?”
“Fuck me,” Zoro told him clearly.
Sanji smiled sinfully and brushed his cockhead against Zoro’s lips. Zoro opened his mouth again, sucking him down. Sanji took Zoro at his word and began fucking his face with fast, deep thrusts. He could hear Zoro choking, feel his throat convulsing around Sanji’s length. Sanji didn’t have a tree trunk like Zoro, but he was big enough for Zoro to feel it. His pelvis bounced against Zoro’s nose, his balls swinging to hit Zoro under the chin. He rutted enthusiastically, his mind merrily weaving drunken fantasies of the crew walking in on them and settling down to watch. Or joining in. Well, not Chopper, he was conveniently absent in Sanji’s mind, but everyone else was there. They all took turns enjoying Zoro’s face.
Sanji decided to tell Zoro what he was imagining as he thrust down Zoro’s throat. Zoro’s whine filled Sanji’s ears with glee. Zoro was definitely a dirty bastard. Not that Sanji would ever invite the rest of the crew to partake. Maybe. He wouldn’t survive if Nami or Robin took him up on it, but the others…
Sanji came down Zoro’s throat with a hard shudder. His body quaked as the orgasm swept his kinky thoughts away. He collapsed onto the couch, his pelvis flush against Zoro’s face. Zoro’s throat closed spasmodically around his spent cock. He couldn’t feel Zoro’s breath against his skin. He’d probably cut off Zoro’s air. He hummed a dirty ditty in his head until he felt Zoro start to struggle then pulled out. Zoro gasped loudly for breath.
“Kiss me like a good boy,” Sanji said, moving his hips, allowing the tip of his spent cock to brush against Zoro’s gaping mouth. Zoro’s hot breaths gusted against the saliva-wet length. It took Zoro a moment to regain his breath before he complied. Sanji felt the warm brush of Zoro’s lips against his cockhead. He wondered if Zoro was hard again.
Sanji sat upright and twisted. Yes, Zoro’s hard cock was hanging heavily between his legs again. Sanji wanted to ride that puppy. But first, he needed to be slicked up.
Scooting forward slightly on his knees, he used his hands to part his asscheeks and then sat on Zoro’s face. “Lick me.”
Zoro complied, his mouth opening, tongue laving at Sanji’s hole. Sanji’s balls sat on Zoro’s nose. He stared at Zoro’s mostly hidden face. Zoro had his eye closed and by the way he was tonguing Sanji, he was completely into it. Sanji couldn’t believe he’d found someone who was depraved as he secretly was. His fantasies had been contained to self-pleasure with the aid of random objects and dark, satyric porn magazines. And Zoro hadn’t been drunk when they’d started. Sanji was going to be pissed with himself if he regretted this when he was sober.
He let Zoro tongue fuck him a while, enjoying the sensation, until his body decided he really wanted a fuck. He moved off Zoro and backed down Zoro’s bowed body. He felt behind him until he found Zoro’s hard cock. Lifting it upright, Sanji pressed the wide cockhead against his hole. He let his body relax as he’d practiced during self-pleasuring. He’d had things wider than Zoro up his hole.
Slowly, Sanji sank down on Zoro’s big cock, taking it with small lifts and falls. His ass was dry and the stretch was wide, but it wasn’t painful. Too bad. He’d forgotten about his genetic modifications. Apparently, he had an exoskeleton asshole, too. Zoro was breathing heavily, watching Sanji. He was biting his lower lip. Sanji finally got Zoro completely inside of him. He felt full, stretched to his limits. Hard to believe that Zoro was longer than a wine bottle, though not as wide.
Sanji braced his hands on Zoro’s arched chest and began to ride him, slowly at first, then picking up speed as he found the rhythm he liked. Zoro’s thick length speared his guts with every bounce on him. It felt damned good. He was looking forward to Zoro being the one to fuck him next time, to feel this huge cock slamming into his hole repeatedly. He could act out some of his non-consensual fantasies with this thing, even if it didn’t hurt. Zoro coming up behind him, forcing him to hang over the back rail of the Sunny, ripping his trousers off and fucking him dry. Calling him terrible names, wrapping his strong hands around Sanji’s neck and choking him while he fucked Sanji. Or Zoro dragging Sanji by his hair into some dungeon sex pit, flinging him over a sex horse, and reaming him thoroughly.
Sanji’s body thought about getting aroused again. He knew he could get himself off about six times before he was truly satiated. He’d only come three times so far. He wasn’t sure what else he wanted to do with Zoro. Maybe fuck his feet? Or let Zoro jerk him off? His drunken brain was getting mushy.
He opened his eyes and watched Zoro watching him ride him. Zoro held on a lot longer than Sanji thought he would. Sanji got to thoroughly enjoy the feel of Zoro’s big cock filling him over and over again. When Zoro did finally come, his face twisting in pleasure, Sanji could feel him pulsing very deep inside.
Sanji sat on him for a few minutes, watching Zoro return to his senses. “You’re beautiful when you come,” he told Zoro. He watched with delight as a blush stole over Zoro’s face. He bent forward to kiss him, then slowly pulled off Zoro’s cock. He heard a sloppy pop when Zoro fully left his body. His hole felt empty and stretched wide. He climbed up over Zoro’s face, spread his cheeks, and sat down again. “Clean me up.”
Zoro’s tongue worked on his hole, lapping at the cum that spilled from it. The tonguing felt good. He stayed like that a while again, relaxing from the sensation of being licked. He was still a bit horny, though. If this was only going to last one night, he was going to get as many kinks filled as possible.
Sanji climbed off Zoro’s face, gave him a long, deep kiss, and then wandered around the Aquarium Bar, searching in the cupboards for anything inspiring. He grinned indecently when he found a length of leather. It was with a sewing kit. Probably used to repair a bag strap. Sanji took it out, doubled it up, and snapped it between his hands. Perfect.
He wandered back over to Zoro and dragged the leather over Zoro’s skin. “Time for me to smack this pretty body of yours.”
Zoro shuddered and licked his cum-smeared lips. His eye was dark, the pupil blown again with immoral excitement. “Do it.”
Sanji did. He lifted his arm and smacked Zoro with the length of leather right across his raised belly. Zoro hissed, throwing his head back. Sanji chuckled darkly. “Knew you’d be into this.”
Sanji hit him again, across the pectorals. The third strike wrapped around Zoro’s side. Zoro hissed and moaned with pleasure. His already bruised and bitten body developed welts. Sanji found his cock stirring again at the sight. He rained down several more smacks on Zoro’s torso before cracking one across Zoro’s thighs. The leather lashed across his spent cock. Zoro cried out. He never said the safe word.
Sanji eagerly smacked Zoro with the leather strap again and again, leaving criss-crossing lines over his torso and legs. One slap left a line across Zoro’s neck. The raised, red welts looked delicious decorating Zoro’s body. Sanji bent his head and licked along one of the lines. “Pretty, pretty boy.”
Zoro cursed and writhed on his bonds. Sanji draped the leather over his shoulder and manhandled Zoro onto his stomach with his bent knees hanging off the couch. The clothing binding him had stretched the material to its breaking point. Sanji knew he could have escaped at any time. The fact that he wanted to be bound made Sanji’s naughty heart sing.
But Sanji would have a hard time reaching the parts he wanted to smack with Zoro bound like this. He ripped the clothing apart, allowing Zoro’s legs to drop with the thumps of his feet onto the tile floor. Zoro gasped, the blood likely rushing back into his lower legs and feet. Sanji kept Zoro’s wrists bound and resting above the curve of his lovely ass. The bottle still stretched his hole obscenely.
Sanji drew the leather strap from his shoulder, wound up, and smacked Zoro across the ass and the bottle. Zoro surged into the couch with a pleased cry. Sanji did it again and again, painting Zoro’s ass a cherry red, being sure to hit the bottle with every strike, causing it to fuck Zoro. He watched as beautiful bruises began to form. He was briefly saddened to know that Zoro healed very quickly. These wouldn’t last. He’d have to make sure Zoro was fully decorated tonight.
The leather strap came down on Zoro’s ass and across his back until he was an incoherent, babbling mess bent over the edge of the sofa. Sanji whacked the soles of Zoro’s feet for good measure. Then he pushed Zoro’s thighs wide apart, positioned Zoro’s long length between them, and gave his cock a good spanking with the strap. Zoro sang loudly, his cries echoing off the aquarium glass. It was a heady experience.
Sanji watched with delight as Zoro hardened again. Then he slapped that strap against that erection, being careful to miss Zoro’s balls, until Zoro was begging for Sanji to let him come. Zoro’s voice was raw and jagged. Sanji took pity, and with a final smack of the strap against the bottle in Zoro’s ass, he reached down to grab Zoro’s cock and stroke him roughly.
Zoro came hard, his back arching, head thrown back, spilling onto the tile between his knees. Sanji pulled the bottle free from Zoro’s ass and pushed his hard cock inside the gaping hole. Zoro’s body slowly closed around him as he fucked Zoro’s ass. He put his hips into it, smacking against the bruises and welts on Zoro’s backside. It sounded like Zoro was sobbing. It went right to Sanji’s head.
He fucked Zoro for a long time. He grabbed the bound wrist and used them for leverage, pulling Zoro back as he drove forward. Zoro’s body bounced bonelessly between Sanji and the couch. Sanji closed his eyes and gave into the sheer pleasure of fucking the man in front of him. He never wanted it to end.
But end it did. Sanji tripped into his fourth orgasm, pulling out to shoot his load onto Zoro’s colorful ass. The off-white cum painted lines over the red and bluish-purple bruises and welts. Sanji felt like he was floating. That had been a good one.
Reaching for where he dropped the bottle, he slid it back into Zoro’s ass nearly to the base, then patted it for good measure. Zoro hung limply over the side of the couch. Sanji collapsed next to him and began petting his hair. “Such a good marimo.”
Zoro turned his head toward Sanji. Tears and snot streaked his face. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Sanji told him. He wanted to see Zoro like this all the time. Messed up and his. He contorted his body so that he could lick one of Zoro’s salty tears. “Mine.”
“Yes,” Zoro agreed softly. “If you don’t regret it.”
Sanji hummed and rearranged himself on the couch to spread out. He was feeling tired. The world spun lazily. He pillowed his head on Zoro’s bicep and shut his eyes. Zoro was left bound and bottled, draped over the side of the couch. Sanji’s handiwork. It made Sanji smile as he drifted off to sleep.
Sanji awoke automatically at five in the morning. He needed to get cleaned up before starting breakfast. His body ached for a smoke. He blinked open his eyes and stared at the lighted ceiling of the Aquarium Bar. Fish swam lazily past the window above him. What was he doing here?
Sanji remembered Egghead Island, Zoro in a jumpsuit, a Giant Warrior Pirates party, and drinking heavily because of Zoro in a jumpsuit. Everything after that was hazy. Flashes of flesh filtered through the haze. He realized he was naked. He must’ve gotten laid.
Sanji stilled. He was lying on a hard pillow and could hear a soft snore behind him. Oh no. Who did he fuck? It had to be someone on the crew. The giants wouldn’t fit through the door.
Slowly, carefully, so as not to wake the other person, Sanji sat up. He refused to look until his bare feet were on the floor. Then, he slowly turned his head to his snoring companion.
Zoro. Bound with his hands behind him and a bottle sticking part way out of his ass. A strip of leather was draped over his back.
Holy fuck.
Sanji saw yellowish green bruises and welts littering Zoro’s body in various stages of healing. He spotted a couple of bite marks on Zoro’s side, exposed by the way Zoro’s arms were bound. It appeared as though the jumpsuit was no more, having been used to tie Zoro’s wrists.
Sanji swallowed and got to his feet. He could see Zoro’s cock dangling between his legs. Flashes of memory came to him: him sucking that monstrosity and riding it. He reached behind him and touched his own ass. It didn’t feel like he’d been fucked. Then again, his genetic modifications meant he rarely felt pain and healed him extremely quickly. If he’d been fucked, he’d either not feel it or stop feeling it after a few minutes.
Still keeping as quiet as possible, he pulled on his clothes and winter coat. He found his cigarettes in the pocket of his shorts. Sticking his feet in his boots, he unlocked the door and stepped into the frigid wind.
It was still dark outside. He made his way up the steps to the galley. Once inside, he lit a cigarette, leaned against the closed door, and banged the back of his head against it. What had he done? Well, obviously he’d had sex with Zoro. Nasty sex. The kind Sanji kept trapped in his fantasies. Had Zoro liked it? Or was this something that was going to destroy them? He tried to remember if he’d asked for permission or if he’d taken advantage of Zoro in his drunken state. Zoro was stronger than him, though Sanji hated to admit it. If it hadn’t been wanted, Zoro could’ve put him down. That meant Zoro had to have wanted it, right?
Sanji wished he could remember more. Traces of memory floated past but they were hard to grasp. Licking, maybe. And he thought he might have called Zoro beautiful.
Sanji took another drag from his cigarette and sighed. He couldn’t leave Zoro down there like that. He’d read all about aftercare in his smutty magazines. He had to face the fact that Zoro might not want anything to do with him anymore. Not after this. Fuck, he really hoped it was consensual.
He polished off his cigarette leaning against the door. Then, he flipped on the lights and went into the kitchen to gather supplies. A clean wash rag, a bowl of warm water, a bar of soap, the cream Sanji used on himself after rough play before his genetic modifications made it unnecessary. Zoro hated bandages, so Sanji didn’t bother to raid the infirmary.
Sanji tossed a dish towel over his shoulder for drying, picked up the other items, and made his way back down to the Aquarium Bar. The wind blew snow into the room before he could close the door behind him. He clicked the lock. The snoring he’d heard earlier had stopped. Silence shrouded the room uncomfortably.
Sanji took a fortifying breath, toed off his boots, and padded barefoot over to Zoro. He set the bowl and other items down on the couch beside him. “You awake?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah.”
Sanji cleared his suddenly dry throat. “Want me to clean you up?”
Zoro was silent for a beat, before he answered, “Yeah.”
Sanji nodded to himself, since Zoro couldn’t see him. He could do this. He knew what to do. This was Zoro. He’d patched up Zoro before. This was a lot more sexual than the prior times, but they’d obviously had sex. He told himself that this wasn’t that unusual.
Sanji unbound Zoro’s wrist first, dropping the ruined jumpsuit material onto the floor with the other portion he’d seen. Zoro moaned softly and dragged his arms to his sides. He rolled his shoulders. Sanji wondered how long he’d been bound like that.
The bottle was next. He slid it out carefully and set it on the floor. There were other empty wine bottles scattered around. He’d dispose of them instead of reusing them. He knew his filthy mind and could guess where they’d been. Zoro’s asshole was bright red and wide from having the bottle stuffed up him for a while, Sanji guessed. He reached for the wash rag in the bowl of warm water, squeezed the excess liquid from it, knelt, and began washing Zoro’s hole.
“Feels good,” Zoro murmured, drawing his arms slowly above his head. He pillowed them beneath his cheek.
Sanji studied the healing bruises and cut a glance at the leather still draped on Zoro’s back. “It, uh, looks like we had some… fun.”
“Mhm.” Zoro made what Sanji thought was a sigh of disappointment. “I take it you don’t remember.”
A stray memory tickled Sanji. Their safe word was Eirik. “Not really,” Sanji confessed. The least he could do was be honest. “A few random things.”
“Then I’ll let you know that we both enjoyed it and leave it at that.”
Sanji rinsed the rag and added soap to it. He ran it gently over Zoro’s ass, legs, and up to his back. He brushed the leather piece aside. “I didn’t… hurt you, did I?”
“Only in a good way.” Zoro sounded amused.
Sanji felt his ire rise. “Excuse me for worrying about you, marimo.”
Zoro knelt up and Sanji quickly scooted backwards on his knees. Zoro turned around. The front of his body was desecrated with a myriad of pink welts, bites and yellowish-green bruises. Even his cock had welts on it. “Holy hell, you have a big cock,” Sanji blurted. Yes, he’d already seen it, sort of, from behind and in the flash of memory, but holy hell.
Zoro laughed. “You’ve never noticed before?”
“I don’t spend my time checking out other men’s dicks.” Sanji was staring blatantly now. “How do you even fit that in your underwear?”
“I don’t wear underwear.”
“Of course you don’t.” Sanji dragged his gaze away, up Zoro’s battered body, to his face. Zoro looked a bit dirty, maybe tear-streaked, but otherwise appeared fine. A little happy, even. Sanji forced himself to ask, “You sure you’re okay?”
Zoro’s lips quirked on one side. “No regrets.”
Sanji felt relieved. Maybe he could salvage their friendship, such as it was.
“Thought you were cleaning me up,” Zoro said. Sanji thought he saw softness in Zoro’s eyes. It had to be his imagination.
Sanji dipped the rag in the water again, added more soap, and began running it over Zoro’s chest. Zoro didn’t wince or otherwise indicate that it hurt. He probably thought it was a challenge not to reveal any pain. Sanji snorted softly.
“What?” Zoro asked.
“Nothing,” Sanji murmured. “Thinking about you being an idiot.”
“I’m in good company, then.” Zoro flashed him a quicksilver grin.
Sanji wanted to flick him with the wash rag. Zoro was being nice. Affable, even. Sanji closed his eyes and took a breath, trying to figure out how he felt about this.
“It’s okay if you regret it,” Zoro said quietly.
“I don’t remember enough to regret,” Sanji said, opening his eyes. He continued washing Zoro, taking care to clean the bite marks thoroughly. “Fuck, how many times did I bite you?”
“Enough that I enjoyed it.” Zoro glanced down at his body. “At least you didn’t bite off my nipple.”
“What?” Sanji gasped with dismay. Had he really tried to bite off Zoro’s nipple?
Zoro smirked at him. “Relax, idiot. You didn’t do anything wrong. I never said Eirik.”
Their safe word. Sanji couldn’t believe they had a safe word. “How, uh…” Sanji took another breath and made himself talk, as he continued to wash Zoro. “...how far did things go?”
“I think the bottle you took out of my ass pretty well sums it up.” The amusement was back in Zoro’s voice. Sanji wanted to kick him, but they were on their knees. Maybe a headbutt?
Sanji used the wet rag to wash the soap away before he proceeded down Zoro’s thighs. Zoro’s monster cock swung between his legs. Sanji felt his mouth start to salivate. He averted his eyes. He could feel Zoro watching him. He really needed another cigarette.
“You did suggest a cock piercing at one point. And a leash,” Zoro said casually. “That was after the fisting but before the gangbang.”
Sanji choked on his tongue.
“You really liked calling me pretty, too.” Zoro stretched his arms over his head. “And beautiful. Never been called either, before. Was kinda nice.”
Sanji was going to kill him. Sanji was worried that he’d fucked things up beyond recognition and Zoro was teasing him. “Asshole.”
“Don’t mind that, either.”
Sanji straightened and glared at Zoro. Zoro grinned. “I hate you,” Sanji told him. Zoro only laughed.
Water sloshed out of the bowl when Sanji shoved the wash rag back into it. He rang it out, seized the soap, and lathered the rag. Then he seized Zoro’s cock with the rag, none too gently, and Zoro’s laugh cut off with a sharp inhale of breath.
Sanji wanted to tell Zoro off but his brain decided now would be the time to inform him that he was holding Zoro’s cock, as opposed to stopping him from doing it. He was staring at Zoro stupidly now, with wide eyes. They got even wider when he felt Zoro’s cock hardening beneath his hand.
Zoro licked his lower lip and exhaled quickly through his nose. “Unless you tell me no right now, I’m going to kiss you.”
Sanji’s hand convulsed around Zoro’s length, causing Zoro to buck his hips and it to harden further. His heart started hammering in his chest. “Zoro…”
“Yes or no, Sanji.”
His name on Zoro’s lips, so rarely heard, made Sanji catapult into want and desire. “Yes.”
Zoro wasted no time in seizing Sanji by the back of the head and sealing their mouths together in a kiss. Sanji exhaled into the kiss, dropping the rag and bringing his arms up to entwine around Zoro’s waist. Zoro’s tongue probed his own, pulling him into play between their mouths. The kiss was hungry and familiar. It felt like déjà vu.
Zoro drew back first and studied Sanji’s face. “I know you don’t remember, but I do. And I want it. I want all your dirty fantasies and your dark desires. I want to hurt you in the ways that you want. I want you to mess me up and make me yours and have no regrets about it. I would do anything for you, if you’d have me. And if you don’t want me…” Zoro’s words faltered, but he pushed on. “If you don’t want me, that’s okay, too.”
Sanji gaped like one of the fish in the aquarium for a moment as Zoro’s words sunk in. Zoro was offering to make this a thing. Possibly a permanent thing. Sanji may not remember what they did, but apparently Zoro was into it and wanted more. A lot more. “I have a lot of dark desires,” was the first thing that came out of his mouth.
“I heard many of them last night.” Zoro’s hand tightened around the back of Sanji’s neck. “Wouldn’t mind hearing more.”
“And you’d do anything…”
“Have a safe word for a reason, right?” Zoro said.
The breath whooshed out of Sanji as all sorts of perverse things jumped immediately to mind. “We’ll have to get you that cock piercing.”
“Done.” Zoro grinned broadly at him. “Leash, too?”
Sanji felt the heat crawl up his cheeks. “Fuck, yes.”
Zoro laughed softly, darkly. He leaned in and rested his forehead against Sanji’s. “Yours.”
Sanji shoved the heart out of his throat back to where it belonged. “First, I’m going to finish taking care of you. Then when you’re healed, we are going to recreate exactly what I did to you last night.”
“Do you want me to write it down?”
The suggestion went right to Sanji’s cock. “Yes.”
Zoro’s lips curved into a smile. “Perverted love cook.”
“Shut up and bend over that couch so I can fuck you and remember it.”
Zoro kissed him again, then turned around and did as told. Sanji nearly died on the spot. Zoro had meant it. Zoro wanted to be his. Sanji undid the fastening of his shorts quickly, shoving them down as he stood up. He grabbed the cream that he’d brought with him and slathered it over his erection. He used his fingertips to grease up Zoro’s bruised hole. Zoro moaned throatily into the couch. It made Sanji want him, right now.
“Remember, Eirik,” Sanji told him, before lining his cock up to Zoro’s hole and breaching him. Zoro’s body blossomed open around him and he sank deep. Zoro’s ass was hot and grasping around his cock. “Fuck.”
“Yeah. Fuck me.” Zoro pushed his ass up toward Sanji. “Make me feel those bruises again.”
Sanji gurgled slightly, grabbed Zoro’s hips, and began to fuck him. Sanji was not gentle. He plowed into Zoro’s ass, his pelvis slapping against the lingering welts and bruises decorating Zoro’s backside. He wanted Zoro to feel this. If Zoro wanted to be his, to get messed up, to enact every one of Sanji’s twisted desires, it was going to start with Sanji claiming Zoro’s ass with his cock.
Sanji reached up to entangle his fingers in Zoro’s hair, pulling his head back as Sanji hunched over him. “You are mine, pretty boy.”
“Yes. Yours.” Zoro rasped, breathing raggedly himself. “Don’t stop.”
Sanji didn’t stop, fucking Zoro into the side of the couch, using his hair as leverage. He kept Zoro’s words at heart, punishing his already beaten backside with his slapping thrusts. Sanji’s power came from his hips and he used them to inflict new marks on Zoro. When Sanji finally hit climax, he slammed into Zoro several more times before filling Zoro’s ass with his cum.
Sanji collapsed over Zoro’s back to regain his bearings. His pelvis nestled against Zoro’s ass, keeping him seated within. He licked his dry lips, resting his cheek on the back of Zoro’s shoulder. His uneven breath gusted against Zoro’s welted skin.
Zoro didn’t move or demand anything from Sanji. Sanji liked the submission. He wondered how far it would go. Zoro fighting him about everything was a part of their friendship. He wouldn’t want to lose that. “You still need to fight me.”
“Hm?” Zoro sounded content to let Sanji stay draped atop him. “What do you mean?”
“When we’re not, you know…” Sanji tried to think of the words to describe what they were going to be doing, but there were too many possibilities. He changed what he wanted to say. “When we’re out there, doing everyday things, I want you to fight me still.”
“I can do that.” Zoro squeezed around Sanji’s cock like a little bastard. “You still annoy the piss out of me. Sex won’t change that.”
“Good.” Sanji didn’t mind change, but not that much change. “The others are going to find out.”
“They already know I like it rough. Seen me coming back too many times, and everyone’s questioned me about it already. Except you.” When Zoro spoke, Sanji could feel the rumble beneath his cheek.
“Hn.” Sanji had noticed all the times Zoro came back to the ship looking like he’d been in a fight. He’d figured Zoro had been in an actual fight, not that he was being manhandled in the bedroom.
“They might worry about you, though,” Zoro continued. “If I mess you up.”
“I can’t be marked anymore.” Sanji was somewhat sad about that. “Don’t even think I’ll feel the pain, unless we can figure it out. We’ll have to stick to fucking my ass and mouth with stuff otherwise.”
Zoro made an interested noise. “I’ll fuck you with whatever you want.”
Sanji smiled lasciviously. He suddenly realized how enjoyable this was going to be. “I should have jumped you on Sabaody like I wanted to.”
“You should have. You definitely should have.”
Sanji raised his head and kissed Zoro’s back. “I need to finish taking care of you and then I have to start breakfast. The others will start wandering over to eat around seven, if they’re not already in their own beds.”
Zoro sighed like he didn’t want Sanji to go. “I’m good. I should probably take a shower and a bath anyway.”
“If you’re sure?” Sanji saw Zoro nod. “All right. I’ll leave the cream for you. Use it liberally.”
“Okay.”
Sanji pulled reluctantly out of Zoro, his soft cock easily slipping from Zoro’s body. He fixed his shorts and then gathered the cleaning supplies as well as the bottles. He tucked the piece of leather into his pocket. “Come find me in the galley when you’re done. I’ll have something ready for you to eat and drink.”
“Thanks.” Zoro got to his feet, turned around, and stretched. His cock hung hard between his legs. Sanji eyed it speculatively, but he really needed to get started on breakfast.
“If you jerk off, I expect you to eat your cum,” Sanji said.
Zoro choked and turned slightly red. “Okay.”
Sanji gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Be a good boy.”
That earned Sanji a wide grin.
Sanji left the Aquarium Bar feeling much better than he had earlier. His drunken bravery last night led to him having Zoro to play with, likely whenever he wanted. Sanji had always wanted a pet. He was bummed that some of his fantasies would not get the results he’d once dreamed about, because of his modifications. He would have to put those aside and come up with new and inventive ways to get what he desired. He’d have to make a list, see if Zoro was against any of them. But he had a feeling that Zoro was as dark and depraved as he was. Their lives were about to become a whole lot of fun.
He wondered if Zoro still had that suit…
End