“Let’s go exploring, Luffy said. It’ll be fun, Luffy said,” Sanji mocked with a sing-song tone, as he hung upside down, six-feet from the coniferous forest floor. “Fucker.”
Longleaf Island was a temperate, uninhabited island between the log pose points, forested by pines, palmettos, gallberry, and other evergreen shrubs. Wiregrass grew out of sandy soil that permeated the area. Pitcher plant bogs formed at the bottom of hills and open, sloped areas between the pines. Orchids and sedges sprouted as well. Regular fires burned freely through the island, caused by lightning, keeping the island ecosystem healthy. The island was herbaceous, which had enticed Sanji, and he’d been eager to explore when they’d anchored off the coast of the moderately-sized island, as well.
Sanji had set off with the first group to be ferried over on the Mini Merry II, carrying a spacious rucksack, a bento, and a bottle of water, intent on gathering mushrooms as well as goldenrod for tea. He’d also agreed to collect any black-eyed susans, toothache grass, and yarrow he found for Chopper. The forest should have an abundance of mushrooms, including chanterelles, black trumpets, lobster mushrooms, cauliflower mushrooms, boletes, indigo milk caps, matsutake, and shrimp russula. He’d split off from the group early, venturing west into the forest, searching for mushrooms and herbs.
The humidity was high, the weather semi-hot. The sun peeked out between cumulonimbus clouds, which looked like massive mountains with dark gray bases and bright white peaks. Nami anticipated a thunderstorm in the late afternoon, giving them plenty of time on the island.
Sanji strode between pines, eyeing fallen logs and depressions for mushrooms. Squirrels and sparrows cheeped and chattered at him from the trees. Occasionally he’d catch sight of a deer standing in the distance, watching him warily. Beetles, ants, and other ground bugs made themselves known and Sanji put on a brave face before walking quickly away from them.
He’d found goldenrod and toothache grass early, as well as an abundance of chanterelles. A handful of yarrow and indigo milk caps, as well. He saw a clearing in the pines ahead and wandered in that direction. The sandy ground became wetter underfoot. He must be coming upon a bog area, which might be lush with wildflowers. Perhaps he’d pick a few for Nami and Robin, to brighten their day.
Sanji had great observation haki, so he knew the moment something was amiss. As he stepped between two pines into the clearing, instead of finding a lush field of wildgrasses and colorful flowers, he found hundreds of flytraps, with their distinctive red butterfly-shaped leaves with yellow-green hairs. It was rather impressive. Sanji had only ever seen one flytrap, at a plant vendor at one of the islands the Sunny had visited. The carnivorous plant caught flies, a handy thing to have in a kitchen. Sanji was now faced with a field of them. He could bring several back to the ship, plant them in pots, and place them around the galley to aid him in the never-ending quest to keep flies away from the food. Sanji had smaller bags within his pack, in case he’d wanted to uproot any plant he’d found.
Sanji still had the sense that something was up with the field, but he couldn’t see anything. Shifting his vision revealed no one around but himself. He decided to chance it. If something came around, he’d kick its ass or Sky Walk away.
Sanji ventured into the bog, digging the smaller bags out of his pack, as well as the collapsible shovel he’d brought for this purpose. The flytraps were localized, near the center of the open area encircled by pines. Knee-high green and yellow wildgrasses grew along with the flytraps. Sanji waded into the grasses, the thick blades brushing against his calves. His shoes sunk slightly in the moist ground and it became harder to walk. It was almost as if the ground was sticky. He trudged on, though, intent on his prize.
Sanji reached the center of the clearing, where the flycatchers were prevalent, and set his pack on the ground. He crouched, balanced the small bags across his knee, and unfolded the shovel. He pressed the pointed tip of the shovel against the ground and three things happened at once: Sanji’s observation haki flared, the ground became like glue, and the edges of the flycatcher patch snapped up.
Sanji went to leap into a Sky Walk, but his feet were stuck firmly to the ground. Within a tenth of a second, an enormous flycatcher clamped around his body from the neck down. The snap of the powerful jaw would have decapitated him if he didn’t possess an exoskeleton. The plant rose from the ground on a tall, green stalk, which curved over from the weight of Sanji’s body captured within the plant’s leaf-head. Sanji now hung upside down, his blond hair waving, trapped.
“Shit.” Sanji was annoyed more than anything else. He hadn’t listened to his instincts and now he was ignominiously caught by a hungry flytrap. Luckily, he was alone, with no one to witness his idiocy.
He sighed with irritation and lit his leg aflame, thinking that would be all it took to free him. Only, nothing happened. He knew his leg was on fire, could feel the heat, but the flytrap wasn’t reacting to it. “Uh-oh.”
Sanji concentrated and allowed the flames to consume his body, invoking Hell Memories. Now he was a flaming torch that should burn even the most stubborn of plants.
Nothing happened.
Shit.
Sanji had somehow stumbled onto the one fireproof plant in existence. Shit, shit, shit. He knew the ecosystem thrived on regular fires that burned through the island, and had seen evidence of them. The enormous flytrap must’ve developed an immunity over the years or its genetic offspring had adapted to become fireproof.
Sanji let his flames extinguish and let out a string of curses. He tried to kick his way out, but his body was trapped tightly in a sticky substance that was becoming more acidic by the second. He could feel his clothing start to dissolve, which really pissed him off. He was wearing a newer outfit, trousers and a vest in granite-gray, with an iris-colored shirt and geometric violet and gold print tie. He’d worn it because he thought he looked exceptionally handsome in it and he’d been trying to entice a certain swordsman to finally look in his direction.
That was going about as well as his current predicament. Sanji was starting to think that Zoro was actually an asexual mossball that reproduced by budding. He would’ve sworn Zoro was gay, though. He’d seen Zoro disappear with a guy from a tavern on more than one occasion. Zoro’s apparent taste ranged from lithe, androgynous men with long hair to piledrivers with shaved skulls and handlebar moustaches. Sanji fit somewhere in between, so he at least thought he’d had a chance.
Sanji hated the day when he realized that he wanted the overgrown marimo. He’d spent his life being happily and hornily heterosexual, and then Vegapunk Lilith dressed Zoro up in a black, skin-tight jumpsuit that revealed everything. Sanji never wanted grapes so badly in his life. Every ridge, every muscle, every area of Zoro’s body was highlighted by that jumpsuit. He’d bent over in front of Sanji and Sanji had sprung the hardest boner of his existence. He’d suddenly desired to plow that ass and be plowed by that asshole until neither of them could walk. It was beyond disconcerting and Sanji spent a lot of time banging his skull against the storeroom wall to try to dislodge the imagery from his brain.
It hadn’t worked, and Sanji had to suffer through gay panic while fighting with giants and various other foes the Straw Hat crew encountered. The desire didn’t dissipate with distance from Egghead Island. In fact, it only worsened. But it wasn’t as if Sanji wanted any other man’s dick in his vicinity. He only wanted Zoro’s dick, which helped a little. Sanji finally broke down, went to a bookstore on one of the more modern islands, and researched how men actually had sex beyond the obvious. After that, all he wanted to do was bed Zoro. It was seriously cramping his relations with the ladies. Not that he had any relations with the ladies. He was still a virgin at twenty-one. Every time he tried to go to a brothel, he’d end up passing out from blood loss.
Sanji had hoped, if he and Zoro fucked, Sanji would get over this infatuation he had, rid himself of his pesky virginity, and things could go back to normal. Women still turned Sanji on to the point of nosebleeds, but if Zoro was in the area, he couldn’t even throw a hearted compliment at a lady. He was too obsessed with trying to get Zoro to look in his direction, see him as a viable option.
Zoro was oblivious. Or a bastard. Or an asexual plant. Sanji didn’t know which, but he did know that Zoro hadn’t once looked him over in a eye-fucking manner. Sanji even flirted manfully with Zoro on a regular basis, giving him sake and rice balls and kicking him in the head. Zoro would only grunt in his direction and then go lift weights.
Sanji hated that he was into Zoro, hated that he’d dressed up for the blockhead, hated that he was being eaten by an enormous flytrap on some random island on the Grand Line without having been fucked. Because as much as he wanted to bend Zoro over something and ream his ass, Sanji desperately wanted to be the one who got pinned down and railed.
After reading that book, Sanji had used his fingers on himself, had stolen one of Nami’s bigger toys – which had left him with a nosebleed that lasted for days by just having something that had been in Nami’s private parts – and had become intimately familiar with it. And he’d discovered that if he was going to go gay for Zoro, he was going gay all the way. Because holy fuck, being fucked felt good.
Sanji wasn’t under the delusion that Zoro would fall madly in love with him and they’d live happily ever after humping like rabbits. Sanji might be a handsome ex-Prince, but Zoro wasn’t a Knight in Shirtless Armor rescuing him from the evil clutches of the Germa empire, no matter how many dirty dreams Sanji had with that scenario. Sanji didn’t like Zoro most of the time, and he believed the feeling was mutual. Sanji trusted Zoro, though, which went a long way. He wouldn’t allow anyone else’s dick near his ass, that was for sure.
A woodpecker knocked on a pine nearby, a quick rat-a-tat-tat that echoed through the forest. A black snake with an orange nose and jaw slithered beneath Sanji’s head. Sanji’s brain throbbed and his face felt bloated. He’d been hanging upside down for hours now as the flytrap tried to eat him. The acid that would have dissolved a normal human did nothing to Sanji but give him a slight tickle. His exoskeleton prevented him from truly becoming lunch. Instead, he was annoyed, embarrassed, and in need of rescue, preferably before it started to storm and he got a snout full of rain. It would be absolutely humiliating if he drowned like this.
The dark cumulonimbus clouds had settled across the sky, blocking the sun completely. Sanji had run through a number of recipes he’d wanted to use with the mushrooms he’d collected. His pack was gone, though, dissolved by the same acid that had eaten his shoes and clothing. The shovel likely survived, as it was metal. Sanji was disappointed that he’d have to either recollect everything or go without once he got free.
His observation haki alerted him to someone’s approach from the opposite side of the clearing, where he couldn’t see. He could tell it was Zoro, because of course it would be. His mortification wouldn’t be complete without the shitty swordsman’s appearance. Wanting to spread his legs for the idiot didn’t mean Sanji wanted to lose face.
Sanji sighed, resigning himself to the fact that Zoro was going to be his rescuer. He could hear the clump of Zoro’s boots now, approaching the flytrap and its captured blond fly. Zoro walked around to the front of the flytrap into Sanji’s view, wearing a shit-eating grin. “Hah! Look at you!”
“Fuck off.” Sanji glared as best he could from his upside down position. His nose was pointed at Zoro’s crotch. “Get me out of here.”
“You look like a red-ripened grape,” Zoro laughed.
Sanji blew out an annoyed breath. “And you look like a brain-dead gorilla. Fucking cut me out already.”
“Nah. This is too good.” Zoro circled the plant, examining it and Sanji. “I can’t believe you got eaten by a plant!”
“I can’t believe someone hasn’t dropkicked you into orbit, but there we have it.” Sanji couldn’t even turn his head. The pinching jaw clamped on his neck made movement impossible.
Zoro returned to stand in front of Sanji. “I should go and find Nami and the others. Let them have the chance to make fun of you, too.”
Sanji felt his stomach drop at the thought of Nami or Robin seeing him humiliated like this. “You wouldn’t.”
“Of course I would.” Zoro smirked. “You’d do the same to me.”
“Fuck.” Sanji would, too. “What do you want?”
“Sake, anytime I feel like it.” Zoro ticked off demands on his fingers. “My laundry done… let’s say forever. And you can’t call me stupid for a month.”
Sanji grimaced. “I don’t think I can do that last one.”
Zoro grinned rottenly. “We add a month every time you fail.”
“Fucker.”
“Heh.”
Sanji inhaled in annoyance, but Zoro had him literally trapped. He blew out a frustrated, defeated breath. “Fine.”
Zoro took a step closer to Sanji. “Oh, and one more thing.”
“What?” Sanji snapped, irritated. He wanted to get out of this fucking plant already.
“You’re going to suck me off.”
Sanji froze, his eyes going wide. He couldn’t have heard correctly. “I’m what?”
“Going to suck me off.” Zoro smirked again. “I’ve seen you eyeing me these past few months like a bitch in heat. You know you want to do it.”
Sanji sputtered indignantly. He was pissed off that Zoro knew all this time and hadn’t done anything about it. “I’m not a bitch in heat!”
Zoro pressed his thumb against Sanji's bottom lip, dragging it up, exposing his lower teeth. “Yeah, you are. Pretty little red-faced bitch about to choke on my cock.”
Sanji would deny that he whimpered in the back of his throat until his dying day.
“So, what do you say?” Zoro’s thumb rubbed across Sanji’s teeth. “Do you want it?”
Sanji desperately wanted it, but he narrowed his eyes. “Are you going to leave me here if I say no?”
Zoro’s lips twitched. “Tempting, but no. I’m not that much of an asshole. I just think you’re gagging for my cock and want to take advantage of your predicament. I mean, your head is at the perfect height.”
Sanji’s head was at the perfect height and he was definitely gagging for Zoro’s cock. He flicked his tongue out, catching Zoro’s thumb. He saw Zoro’s eye darken with lust. “Take it out,” Sanji told him, giving permission.
Zoro’s nostrils flared and he quickly unbuttoned the bottom of his olive-green long coat. He pushed the coat open, undid the fastening on his trousers, and freed his cock. Sanji got to see it for the first time at eye level. It was semi-hard, flushing red as the blood rushed to it. The mushroomed head was fat and juicy at the slit. A dark vein squiggled beneath the thin skin. He was just the right amount of big that Sanji didn’t feel threatened. But it was still another man’s cock, and it was in Sanji’s face, and Sanji was about to have it in his mouth.
Sanji salivated. Right, so, that answered whether he was into it or was going to have another bout gay panic. Sanji licked his lips, anticipation tingling through his trapped body. Zoro fisted himself into full hardness, took the final step forward, and closed the small distance between them. He rubbed his cockhead against Sanji’s damp lips. “Open up, pretty bitch.”
The feminized dirty talk grabbed Sanji by the balls and twisted. He parted his lips immediately and Zoro slowly fed his erection into Sanji’s willing mouth. It felt large, heavy against Sanji’s tongue, and tasted like skin tinged with salt. It stretched his lips and forced open his jaw wider than he’d thought. The head bumped against his palate. A dark musk permeated his nose.
Sanji gagged when Zoro’s cock hit the back of his throat and Zoro withdrew slightly. “Hm, I’m going to have to break you in. Can’t own a bitch who isn’t well trained.”
Sanji whinnied with lust, which he repressed and denied. He could feel himself getting hard, not the most comfortable sensation considering he was currently glued inside a flytrap. Zoro’s cock stretched and filled his mouth, and the dirty words made him crave that cock even more.
Zoro pulled his hips back, drawing his erection out to the very tip, before sliding back into the open orifice. Sanji could do nothing but hang there and take what Zoro gave him. It was extremely titillating and made him want to be able to take more down. But Zoro kept his thrusts shallow, preventing him from truly choking on Zoro’s cock.
“I knew your shitty mouth would be perfect for this,” Zoro said, slowly pumping his hips, sliding the bulk of his cock in and out of Sanji’s mouth. His big hands framed Sanji’s face, keeping his head still. “Can’t wait to get you on your knees and have you worship me properly.”
Sanji shut his eyes and breathed heavily through his nose and whined wantonly. Half the time, Sanji didn’t think Zoro could string a sentence together and now he was saying the filthiest things. And Sanji liked it as much as he liked sucking on Zoro’s cock, which was a shameful amount. His brain begged for more and he was glad that his mouth was full because he was sure he’d be begging out loud otherwise.
Zoro picked up the pace, stabbing shallowly into Sanji’s mouth. “Is this your first cock, clogging up your shithole of a mouth? Or are you a cockslut, blowing men in the restroom for a beli?”
Sanji gurgled and moaned and might come solely from Zoro’s dirty talk. It was becoming a strong possibility. He was so hard, he ached, but there was nothing he could do about it.
“I bet you’re a virgin. Prissy little girl like you wouldn’t put out. You’re waiting for your wedding day to spread your dainty legs.” Zoro thrusts grew more uneven, his fingers digging into the side of Sanji’s face. “It’d take a real man to conquer your cunt and make you cry all pretty.”
Sanji’s eyes rolled back beneath his closed lids as intense lust raked through him. He drooled incessantly around Zoro’s cock. His balls had drawn up tight to his body inside his scrotum. He wanted Zoro to keep talking to him vulgary like he was, with humiliating feminization. His research hadn’t told him about this being a part of gay sex and if someone told him it was, he’d scoff and decline. But now he couldn’t get enough.
Zoro’s words began to falter and his speed picked up. He sank deeper into Sanji’s mouth, causing him to gag again. “Fuck, I’m going to come, shoot my load right down your willing throat. Swallow me up, cockslut.”
Sanji whimpered again. Within a few, fast thrusts, Zoro hit orgasm. Sanji could feel the pulse of Zoro’s cock against his upper lip and the warm gush of bitter semen hitting the back of his throat. He choked on it, due to the angle, and swallowed as quickly as he could. The slimy texture coated his throat and left a lingering aftertaste. It was disgusting. Sanji wanted more.
Zoro panted loudly as his cock spurted a final time and then he seemed to slump against Sanji’s face. Sanji hung there with a softening cock between his lips, having been used like a sex toy. When he imagined doing things with Zoro, this was definitely not something he’d pictured. Especially not for his first blow job.
Zoro inhaled deeply, exhaled, and patted Sanji’s cheek. “Good slut,” he praised before sliding his limp cock from Sanji’s lips. Sanji’s mouth suddenly felt empty, too empty. And he seriously needed a cigarette.
Zoro fixed his trousers and his coat before drawing one of his katanas. He sliced through the stem of the flytrap, causing Sanji to crash down onto the boggy ground on his head.
“Ow, you fucking fuckwad!” Sanji exclaimed, even though it hadn’t hurt. It was the principle of the thing.
“You have an exoskeleton, you big baby,” Zoro scoffed. He sliced at the flytrap holding Sanji’s body captive, effectively cutting him out. The jaw of the flytrap took extra effort to split apart.
Sanji shoved the dead plant leaf off him and got to his feet. He swayed unsteadily as the blood rushed from his head back into his extremities. “Shit.”
Zoro tried to steady him, but Sanji stepped quickly out of reach. Despite what they’d just done, he didn’t want to be seen as weak. Zoro huffed in annoyance but let Sanji falter on his own.
Sanji found his feet after a moment. The throbbing in his head immediately started to subside. He took a couple of expansive breaths, glad to no longer be compressed. He brought his fingers up to massage his jaw, which ached slightly from sucking Zoro’s cock. His fingertips stuck to his cheeks and he had a difficult time pulling them off.
“Someone’s hard for me,” Zoro said, drawing Sanji’s attention to him. Zoro was staring blatantly at Sanji’s crotch.
Sanji remembered, then, that he was completely naked. He was also hard as rock. His erection poked from his groin like a handle. The sticky substance from the flytrap coated him from the neck down. He felt the heat of embarrassment pink his skin at his obvious enamour over what had happened. “Shut up,” he growled, trying to will his erection away.
A sly smirk appeared on Zoro’s face. “You know, you’re going to have to walk back to the ship naked. Everyone’s going to see you.”
Sanji glared at him. “Give me your coat.”
Zoro laughed. “Not a chance.”
Sanji launched a kick at Zoro, who quickly blocked, still laughing. Zoro twisted at the last second when Sanji tried a second time and his meaty hand enclosed around Sanji’s dick. Sanji inhaled sharply, freezing in place. Zoro grinned rottenly at him. “Looks like I caught you.”
“Fuck,” Sanji exhaled with a whimper. He hated the betrayal of his body with all the wanton noises.
Zoro flexed his fingers and Sanji felt his knees go weak. “Huh. I think my hand is stuck to you,” Zoro said with bemusement.
“What?” Panic replaced Sanji’s arousal. He tried to pull his hard-on free from Zoro’s grip, but it only served to make Zoro stroke him, which in turn made him make stupid, obscene noises again. He didn’t want Zoro to rip the skin off his dick. “Shit.”
Zoro stared at his hand for a moment, then brought his gaze up to Sanji’s face. The wicked smile he gave Sanji made Sanji shiver. “Guess I’ll have to lead my bitch on his leash back to the ship.”
Lust slammed into Sanji so powerfully, it stole his breath. He felt his entire face, neck, and ears heat from humiliation and want. “You wouldn’t.”
“Fuck yeah, I will.” Zoro tugged on Sanji’s cock as he started to walk. The way he’d grabbed Sanji put his back to Sanji, and it was exactly like he was holding onto Sanji’s attached leash.
Sanji tried to dig in his heels, but Zoro was relentless. Since Sanji liked his cock attached to his body along with the skin covering it, he gave in. “I hate you, asshole.”
“Tch, is that the way to speak to your new owner?” Zoro’s voice was gleeful. “I might have to spank your ass if you keep it up.”
Sanji’s cock twitched in Zoro’s hand betraying what he thought of that. “You’re going to get us lost,” he grumbled instead.
“No, I won’t.” Zoro squeezed Sanji’s cock, eliciting a hiss of pleasure. “I have my guide dog to direct me.”
Sanji both loathed and lusted after Zoro in that moment. The bastard was really going to take him back to the ship like this. “I will murder you if the women see me like this.”
Zoro shot a roguish grin over his shoulder at Sanji. “It’d be worth it.”
Sanji growled, ground his teeth, and pretended he was not so turned on that he was seconds from begging Zoro to jerk him off. Had he known this was what it would be like to go gay for Zoro, he would have… still wanted it. Fuck. He was a goner.
Zoro led them through the coniferous forest, following Sanji’s directions. Sanji’s bare feet crunched on old leaves, fallen sticks, and sandy soil. The stickiness coating his body felt like it was hardening. A covey of quail took a startled flight with squawks and crears of sound. Zoro’s hand was firm around Sanji’s dick, keeping him hard. The occasional stroke as they walked elicited hisses and bitching, to which Zoro only chuckled.
As they neared the shore where the Mini Merry II was parked, Sanji tried to dig in his heels again. He could see Franky, Usopp, and Luffy sitting on the sandy beach. “This is humiliating, shithead.”
“Don’t care,” Zoro said. “You’re my bitch now and I want the crew to know it.”
Sanji sucked in a high-pitch gulp of air, his eyes going wide. “You actually mean it.”
“I’ve been waiting for months to get my hands on you,” Zoro said with a dark, possessive tone. “I’m not about to let you go now.”
“Oh, fuck.” Sanji’s knees went weak again. He hadn’t been expecting that. He thought they’d have a few fucks and Sanji could get Zoro out of his system. Sanji liked women. This thing with Zoro was an aberration brought on by skin-tight clothing and virginity. “I like women,” he protested.
Zoro snorted. “You like cock. Mine, to be specific. Don’t bother denying it.”
Sanji opened his mouth to do just that, but Zoro yanked at his cock and they were stalking into the open toward their crewmates. He felt the burn of mortification rush through his entire body. With it came the fiery flames of sheer arousal. Holy fuck, he hadn’t known this about himself.
Franky’s piercing catcall whistle greeted them both as they approached. Usopp turned multiple shades of red before turning away, crying, “I can never unsee that!”
Luffy cackled. “Ne, Zoro, you finally got your wish.”
“Mine, now.” Zoro declared, much to Sanji’s consternation. “Franky, will you take us back to the ship?”
“Of course, bro.” Franky pushed the Mini Merry II off the beach and into the shallow water. He held the transport boat steady.
Zoro pulled Sanji ungently into the water by his dick. Sanji wanted to die. Or orgasm. It was currently a tossup.
They got into the Mini Merry II, Sanji’s stickiness having solidified into a hard shell. Franky ferried them back to the Thousand Sunny like he transported a naked man with hand on his dick every day. Franky let them off in the soldier dock with a broad wink. “Have fun.”
“Hate you,” Sanji growled at Zoro. Zoro only grinned.
It was not easy to get from the bowels of the ship to the bathroom with a hand glued to a cock. Sanji was sure Zoro was going to rip it off several times, a few of which he thought were on purpose. Sanji was going to kick Zoro’s ass from one end of the Sunny to the other once he was free of the bastard.
The bathroom on the Thousand Sunny was located up several ladders, past the library, to the area above the observation room. The round bathroom was split in half by a dividing wall. The ladder, storage cubbies, laundry basket, sink, and a water closet were located on one side of the wall. The other side held a large onsen-style tub big enough to share, a long bench that stretched along the wall with a shower at one end, and a bubble-themed tile floor. A window sat above the tub, letting in the daylight shrouded by heavy thunderclouds. Sconce lights on the dividing wall provided more illumination.
Sanji waited impatiently for Zoro to shed a majority of his clothing. He smirked when Zoro found his coat was stuck on his arm, since his hand was attached to Sanji’s dick. “Didn’t think this through, did you?”
Zoro shrugged. “I’m not doing my laundry anymore.”
Fuck, Sanji had forgotten about that. “Bastard.”
“Heh.” Zoro dragged Sanji over to the shower and flicked the water on. It went from cold to warm rapidly. He positioned Sanji so the water was hitting where they were attached, soaking the area down. Sanji didn’t feel anything softening, especially not his erection.
Zoro nabbed the grease-removing soap Franky used, popped off the lid, and set it on the bench. He scooped out a large amount and began rubbing it around his hand on Sanji’s dick. Sanji bit down on the whimper this time at the touch. Zoro smirked at him. “Sensitive slut, aren’t you?”
“Hate you, hate you, hate you.”
The heavy-duty soap did its magic and Zoro’s hand came free. Sanji sagged with relief. Then, he aimed a sharp kick at Zoro’s shin. “I can’t fucking believe you did that to me!”
Zoro danced out of the way, dropping his coat onto the bench. “You loved it.”
“I did not!” Sanji’s voice sounded shrill. He also knew it to be false. “And I am not your bitch.”
Zoro’s gaze darkened and he stalked toward Sanji like a predator. Sanji hadn’t paid much attention to the fact that Zoro was also naked, what with the hand on his dick. Zoro looked powerful, deadly, his tanned body ripped with muscle, his cock growing heavy between his legs. Sanji gulped, his eyes widening, but he held his ground. He was not going to be cowed by this man.
Zoro got right into Sanji’s space, centimeters away from him. “I think we’ve already established that you are.” Zoro’s voice rumbled in a way that sent chills down Sanji’s spine. It felt like there was dark energy wrapping its arms around Sanji, pulling him to Zoro. “I am going to take you and break you and breed your beautiful ass while you beg for more.”
The sound Sanji made was indecent and pre-cum spurted from the tip of his cock. He stared at Zoro with owl-eyes, slackened lips, and a racing heart.
Zoro bent slightly, sharp, possessive gaze not leaving Sanji’s eyes. He snagged the rag that had been left on the bench beside the soap. He scooped the rag through the grease-removing soap and began washing Sanji’s body from the neck down.
Sanji stood there, like a quivering rabbit caught in a trap, as Zoro’s strong hands washed away the solidified substance stuck to Sanji’s body. He tried to protest, tried to tell Zoro off, but the words never made it past his lips. This was nothing like it was supposed to have been, yet exactly what Sanji didn’t know he’d wanted.
Zoro kept him pinned with his dark gaze, even as he went to one knee to work the soap over Sanji’s legs and feet. Zoro washed him everywhere, including his balls, beneath them, and between his asscheeks, but not his aching erection. Sanji whimpered with desire as Zoro’s thick finger pressed soap into his asshole and swirled it around. It was gone too soon and Sanji had to bite his tongue to keep from begging.
Zoro stood again, dropping the rag on the bench before taking the shower wand off the wall and rinsing Sanji down. Then he quickly rinsed himself off and set the shower wand back into place. He pushed the rag aside, picked up the soap, and sat down on the bench with his legs spread obscenely. His cock stood erect from his groin. He held the soap up to Sanji. “Wash your dick.”
Sanji swallowed the lust that coated his tongue and scooped some soap with his fingers. He spread it over his heated hard-on, his eyelids fluttering at the sensation. He was so horny that he was going to pop at any second. And he realized that was what Zoro wanted, to see Sanji explode.
Sanji wrapped his fingers around his turgid shaft, pulled on himself once, and his body seized with orgasm. He sprayed onto Zoro’s thighs, balls, and cock like an erupting fountain. He came so hard black spots danced before his eyes. He visibly shook from the impact of his climax.
When he came back to his senses, Zoro was staring at him with a possessive impurity that made Sanji want to squirm. “Finish getting that crap off your dick,” he instructed in a low tone.
Sanji complied, feeling helpless to do anything else. He used the soap to get rid of the last remnants of the flytrap, his cock sensitive from his orgasm. He rinsed the soap away, once more feeling clean.
Zoro patted his thigh. “On your knees, bitch. You have a mess to lick up.”
Sanji’s gut twisted with lust. He debated for half a second if he really wanted this, really wanted the filthy words and being ordered around. The answer was a shameful yes. Sanji slid to his knees before Zoro, between Zoro’s spread legs, and began licking his own semen from Zoro’s thighs. The salty taste exploded on his tongue and he felt perverse.
Zoro reached overhead to detach the shower wand from the wall again and he soaked Sanji’s hair as Sanji laved his tongue over Zoro’s spattered balls. He flicked the water tap off, setting the wand on the bench beside him, and held his own hard dick upright for Sanji to lick clean.
Sanji’s mouth salivated with the thought of sucking Zoro off again, but Zoro prevented him from going for it. “No you don’t, cockslut. Only I get to decide when to feed you.”
“Fuck,” Sanji exhaled as a bolt of arousal shot through him. “Are all gay men like this?”
“You aren’t going to get to find out,” Zoro said covetously. “You thought you’d have a taste of me and get to run off and bed anyone else? Why do you think I haven’t taken you before now?”
Sanji felt heat crawl through him as well as the desire to fight. “I’m not a possession. I can fuck whomever I want.”
“Then you’d better leave this bathroom right now, because if you don’t, I’m the only person who’s going to fuck you, ever.”
Zoro’s statement was serious, spoken with a rawness that clenched around Sanji like a vice. Sanji remembered Luffy’s comment about Zoro getting his wish. Zoro really wanted him. There was no casualness about this. “How–” Sanji had to clear the disquieted squeak from his throat. “How long have you wanted me?”
“Since the day I saw you kick Kuroobi’s ass in Arlong Park,” Zoro replied.
Sanji’s eyes widened. That was years ago. “But I’m not gay.”
Zoro smirked. “Look pretty gay to me.”
Sanji glared at him. “You know what I mean.”
“Did I want you even though I didn’t think you’d ever want me back?” Zoro surmised. “Yes.” He used his hand to push Sanji’s wet hair away from Sanji’s face, exposing both eyes and asymmetrical eyebrows. “Did I ever think I’d get to have you? No. Not until you started making gooey eyes at me on Egghead Island. Then, I started to have hope.”
“I did not make gooey eyes,” Sanji sniped. “I made manfully, attracted eyes.”
Zoro chuckled softly. “Uh-huh. Still didn’t want to try anything, though, because I thought it was a phase.”
“A gay phase.”
“It’s not an unknown thing,” Zoro said. “Some guys do have one, but find it wasn’t something they wanted long-term.”
Sanji sensed a story there. “How do you know I’m not in a phase? Maybe I’m only in the mood for a taste, to find out what it’s like.”
Zoro made a motion toward the door. “You know where the exit is. I won’t stop you or hold it against you.”
Sanji glanced at the door, then back up at Zoro. Zoro was still hard, his muscular body damp and unequivocally male. He was watching Sanji steadily, without guile or recrimination. Sanji knew Zoro really wouldn’t hold it against him if he left. Sanji could chalk this up to crazy and go back to his girl-chasing ways.
“Are you going to keep talking to me like I’m a bitch in heat?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Sanji’s cock twitched. “Calling me pretty and saying that I have a cunt or that I’m a slut?”
“Yes.”
Shit. Sanji was fucked. “I’m not a girl.”
“I know.” Zoro lifted a hand to trace his calloused fingertip from Sanji’s temple down to his jaw. “I’m not attracted to women.”
“Then why do you say it?”
Zoro smiled sinfully. “Because you’re mine.”
A small mewl escaped from Sanji’s throat. Damn it. He was turning into a needy bitch, just like Zoro wanted. “What if I change my mind, sometime down the line?” he asked, because as tempting as it was right now to throw himself whole-assedly onto Zoro’s cock, he wasn’t a bastard. He didn’t want to hurt Zoro.
Zoro ran his finger from Sanji’s jaw over to his lips. He traced around them with a soft touch, causing Sanji to shiver. “Then, I would try to fight for you, but if it was what you really wanted, I’d let you go. I’m not an asshole. Not that kind, anyway.”
Fucking hell, Sanji was toast. The fancy kind with a swirl of cinnamon and nutmeg with a perfect pat of butter melting on top. “I don’t love you,” he warned.
“Hn. I’m aware.” Zoro seemed to be fascinated by the bow of Sanji’s lips, his finger dipping lightly into it.
Sanji tried not to lick Zoro’s fingertip. “You don’t love me, either.”
“Hn.” Zoro dragged his finger down to Sanji’s lower lip and pulled it slightly away from his lower teeth.
Sanji waited for Zoro to agree. Zoro wasn’t agreeing. Why wasn’t he agreeing? Sanji's heart started hammering in his chest again. His stomach twisted in a knot. Did Zoro…? Did he…?
“You’re so pretty,” Zoro whispered. “My pretty Princess.”
Sanji gurgled helplessly. His body decided that, yep, he was a pretty Princess. His mind, on the other hand, went, yep, he was a pretty Princess. He was fucked. Fuckety-fuck-fuck-fucked. He was going to send Lilith hate mail. “You’ve been waiting to call me that, haven’t you? Fucker.”
Zoro grinned knavishly. “Yeah. Ever since I found out you were a real Prince.”
“Ex-Prince, thank you,” Sanji stated succinctly.
“Makes it easier for you to be my Princess, then,” Zoro said, and his finger traced upward, along Sanji’s cheekbone, to his temple, to the edge of his eyebrow and down around the swirl above Sanji’s nose. “But only if you want.”
Fucking hell. Sanji gave up. Why was he fighting this? He’d been horny for Zoro for months with no end in sight. He knew he loved fucking himself in the ass with Nami’s dildo. He understood what went into being gay, even if there was a lot more fetishinging dirty talk than he’d been expecting. Zoro apparently loved him – what the actual fuck? – and wanted to make Sanji his in a permanent basis. Sanji would finally get rid of his virginity. The crew knew, thanks to Zoro’s blatant display, that they were together. There was nothing but fear holding Sanji back. And Sanji was afraid of nothing.
Except bugs. Bugs were horrible, evil things that deserved to be eradicated from the face of the earth.
“You’re still a shithead who’s going to get his ass kicked whenever you piss me off,” Sanji said mulishly.
The smile that spread over Zoro’s face lit him from the inside and made Sanji’s heart melt. Damn it. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes, it’s a yes. I’ll be your fucking Princess bitch or whatever the hell your vulgar mind comes up with, shitty marimo.”
“I, uh… hold on.” Zoro pinched the bridge of his nose suddenly, closing his eye. “Fuck.”
Sanji’s brow arched. “Something wrong?”
“No. I’m just happy.” Zoro cleared his throat and shook his head. There was a suspicious sheen to his eye when he opened it again. “I’m going to wash your hair.”
“Uh… okay.” Sanji hadn’t expected that. Then again, he hadn’t expected anything about today, but going along with it gave him an orgasm that made his teeth shake, so why buck the trend?
Zoro twisted to reach one of the bottles of shampoo stuffed into a nook beneath where the shower head hung. He flipped open the cap and squirted a large amount right onto Sanji’s wet head. It smelled like apricots. “That’s not my shampoo.”
“Don’t care.” Zoro set the bottle aside and began lathering Sanji’s head. “Maybe I want you to smell like a Princess, too.”
Sanji closed his eyes and sighed. “I hate you so much.”
“Heh.” Zoro’s fingers dug into Sanji’s scalp, washing his hair. It felt surprisingly good. No one had ever washed Sanji’s hair before. Franky played barber whenever it was necessary, but that wasn’t included in the service.
Sanji felt himself leaning against Zoro’s muscular thigh, his body relaxing. If this was what being treated like a Princess entailed, sign him up. He enjoyed pampering. He was usually doing the pampering on himself, but having someone else do it was exceptionally better.
Zoro’s firm fingers massaged his head and slid around the edges of his ears. Sanji murmured softly in protest when he stopped, earning a quiet chuckle. He heard the shower go on again. “Tilt your head back,” Zoro told him. Sanji did, and he felt Zoro rinsing his hair with the shower wand.
The tap went off again, shrouding the bathroom in silence save for their breathing. Zoro ran his fingers over the shell of Sanji’s ear again, lightly pinching it between his fingertip and thumb. When he got to the lobe, he pulled down hard, gaining Sanji’s lax awareness. Sanji opened his eyes to glare at Zoro. “On your feet, Princess. Turn around and show me your pussy.”
Sanji’s softened dick jumped to attention. Fuck, he was so into it. He was a sick, sick, horny man. He got to his feet and turned away from Zoro. He wasn’t exactly sure what Zoro wanted, but it likely had something to do with his ass. So he reached behind him and parted his ass cheeks.
“That’s a good girl.” Zoro’s hand was firm on his mid-back. “Bend forward and let me see you better.”
“Fuck.” A blush spread across Sanji’s face as he bent forward. The position opened his ass more to Zoro’s view. It was obscene. Sanji’s cock started throbbing. If he knew it was like this, he may have gone gay long ago.
“Look at you, all pink and wrinkled and pretty. Tell me your pussy is only for me.”
The shameful, lustful embarrassment caused Sanji’s blush to darken. “It’s only for you.”
Zoro gave him a harsh smack on the ass. Sanji squeaked in surprise. It had been somewhat painful. Oh fuck, could he actually be spanked? Could he feel it like a normal human?
“Say it like I told you,” Zoro said sharply, with another hard spank.
Sanji felt that one, too. Maybe horniness allowed him to feel things his exoskeleton usually prevented. Sanji stopped caring when Zoro spanked him again. “Answer me.”
“My pussy is only for you,” Sanji whimpered. His ass burned where Zoro had hit him.
“Good girl.” Zoro rubbed his hand over Sanji’s ass cheek. “I like that your ass turns red when I spank you. I might have to take my dirty Princess over my knee when I discipline you.”
“Fuck.” Sanji’s cock jerked and he felt his body starting to sweat. He didn’t know if that meant he liked it or hated it. Probably both.
“I think it’s time I gave you a proper kiss,” Zoro said, placing his hands over Sanji’s, spreading Sanji’s asscheeks even further apart. “Ask me to kiss your pussy.”
Arousal choked Sanji as he gurgled, “Please kiss my pussy.”
“Hm, that’s a good girl,” Zoro purred before burying his face between Sanji’s asscheeks.
Sanji’s startled yelp echoed in the bathroom, followed by a string of curses that grew louder and more desperate as Zoro’s mouth and tongue gave Sanji the dirtiest kiss imaginable. It felt amazing and arousing and astonishing all at once. The book he’d looked at hadn’t covered this! Sanji locked his knees and tried not to fall head first onto the floor. His cock jerked and twitched between his thighs. His toes dug into the tile beneath his feet. He never wanted Zoro to stop.
Zoro, naturally, didn’t listen to Sanji’s mental plea. He pulled his mouth away, causing Sanji to whine. Zoro chuckled darkly. “Like that, did you?”
“Yes,” Sanji hissed at him. “Bastard.”
Zoro licked a stripe up Sanji’s asscrack. “You have a tasty cunt.”
“Fuck.” Sanji’s hands convulsed against his skin. He was still holding himself open for Zoro, though Zoro had lowered his hands. He felt indecent. His blush returned. “Can I straighten up now?”
“No.” Zoro leaned back against the wall and folded his hands over his ripped abs. Sanji could see him between his spread thighs. Zoro’s cock lay hard against the green curls on his lower belly. He stared at Sanji’s ass with a small smirk on his lips.
Sanji waited for him to say something or do something, but all Zoro did was sit there and stare. At first, Sanji found it arousing. Then, it became nerve-wracking. Finally, he was squirming while standing there. What was the bastard doing? “Zoro…,” he said. Fuck, his voice had sounded needy.
“Hm? Did you say something, Princess?”
“Bastard.”
“Ah. Okay.” Zoro sounded smug. Then, he fell silent again.
Sanji tried not to give in, catching onto what Zoro was doing. He tried not to squirm anymore. He tried to remain still and exposed and not give that fucker any satisfaction. Except he was giving that fucker satisfaction by standing there bent forward with his asshole exposed. Fuck. Fuckity-fuck-shit. Sanji was going to kick Zoro’s teeth in. Zoro was going to have to gum his food for the rest of his life. Zoro was going to tongue Sanji’s asshole without any teeth in the way. Fuck. Why did he say yes again?
He finally couldn’t stand it any longer. “You win, you shitty shithead of a shit. Do something before I die.”
“What would you like me to do?” Zoro’s smugness was cloying. Sanji hated him.
“I don’t care. Something. Please, you dirty fucker.”
“Beg me nicely.”
Oh, fuck him. Fuck. Shit. Piss. Damn it. “Please do something. Please. Zoro…”
“I like it when you say my name all needy like that,” Zoro said. “You can straighten up.”
Sanji stood up swiftly, which caused his hard cock to bounce. He let go of his asscheeks, spun around, and glared at Zoro. Zoro grinned cheekily at him. “Asshole,” Sanji said.
“Heh.” Zoro stood, pushing into Sanji’s space, causing him to have to back up or fall over. Zoro left the bathroom and Sanji had the choice to stand there or follow. He lasted for a second before he walked after Zoro.
Zoro stood in the outer room, drying off with a towel. He scrubbed it over his hair before throwing it in the laundry basket. Sanji reached for his own towel, but Zoro stopped him. “No, stand still.”
Sanji eyed Zoro warily. “What are you going to do?”
Zoro smirked. “Such trust.” He picked up a towel and used it on Sanji’s hair first, then dried Sanji’s body. He paid extra attention to drying off Sanji’s balls and erection until Sanji was close to coming in the towel. But before that could happen, Zoro tossed the towel in the basket.
“You fucking tease,” Sanji griped.
Zoro slapped Sanji’s ass, causing Sanji to jump and Zoro to chuckle. “Go down to the library and wait for me.”
Sanji pursed his lips. “Don’t I get a towel?”
“No.” Zoro’s gaze was dark with hunger. “You’re too beautiful to be covered up.”
Sanji felt heat rush into his face again at the compliment. “Shut up, asshole,” he growled before storming down the ladder to the library.
The library was a circular room that was also used as an observation room and Nami’s office. Multi-paned windows were spaced between bookshelves in all directions. A plush bench seat ran around the entire room beneath the windows and bookcases. Nami’s map desk divided the bench seat on one side and had storage for her maps. A table in the center of the room, along with several bolted, swivel chairs around it. The floor was a patterned tile and a globe light hung from the ceiling.
Sanji walked over to one of the windows, balancing a knee on the couch. Outside, it had gotten darker. The storm was coming. He wondered if the others were back by now. He selfishly hoped not, because he was standing naked in the library with a hard-on and if they came up to the bath they’d see him.
Zoro climbed down the ladder a minute later, carrying his katanas, his boots, and his clothing over an arm. He was naked still, and also hard, and Sanji found him exceedingly attractive. Zoro dumped his things on the couch near the ladder and rifled through a pocket. He took something out, walked over to Sanji, and pushed it into his hand. “Hold this.”
Sanji looked at it. It was a tube of lubricant. His face went up into flames again. “Getting presumptuous.”
“I already know you want it.” Zoro looked pointedly at Sanji’s erection. “You’re dripping for me.”
Sanji made a disgusted sound and turned his body away. His cock was leaking steadily, had been for too long now. His ass clenched excitedly, though. Zoro wasn’t wrong. He did want it. Had fantasized about it.
Zoro went over to the side of the room opposite the ladder and he did something with the bench beneath the sofa cushions. Suddenly, the bench slid out and the cushions flattened, creating a bed. Sanji blinked in surprise. “The library has a bed?”
“Yeah. Didn’t you know that?” Zoro went over to a storage cubby beneath a different part of the bench and came up with two pillows and a sheet. “I nap up here sometimes when I want to stretch out and don’t want to be bothered during the day.”
No, Sanji hadn’t know about it. “You sleep up here when Nami-san is working?”
“Sometimes. She doesn’t care, unless I snore. Then she hits me.”
“Deservedly so,” Sanji said, still flabbergasted by the bed. The bed Zoro was currently putting the pillows on and spreading out the sheet. Oh, fuck. “We’re going to have sex in the library?” Sanji hated that his voice went up at the end again.
“Yes.” Zoro put one pillow at the top and the other partway down on the bed. “Want it to be special for my Princess.”
Sanji was going to kick Zoro out the window. “Anyone can come up here and see!”
“Then they’ll see how beautiful you look when you’re taken,” Zoro said with a curl of a smile. He held out a hand. “Come here.”
“I hate you.” Sanji meant it this time. He really did. Even if his cock didn’t believe him.
Zoro continued holding out his hand and waiting. Sanji scowled, stalked closer, and grabbed his hand. “I’m doing this under protest and because I’m horny and if I don’t get laid I’m going to scream.”
Zoro chuckled, pulled him closer, and wrapped an arm around Sanji’s waist. This brought their bodies fully together, thighs to chest. Sanji went hot all over. Zoro was huge compared to Sanji, and Sanji wasn’t a waif. His cock was nestled against Zoro’s between their groins. It felt both wrong and exciting and Sanji’s hips ground against Zoro’s reflexively, which caused him to inhale with a soft moan.
“You’re so excited for me,” Zoro sounded pleased. He abruptly scooped Sanji up in his arms, causing Sanji to squawk in protest.
“Put me down, asshole,” Sanji growled, smacking Zoro on the chest with the side of a fist.
Zoro took two steps and laid Sanji down on the bed. One pillow was beneath his damp hair, the other was under his ass. Sanji glared up at him. “Fucking marimo.”
Zoro climbed onto the bed from the bottom, forcing Sanji to spread his legs. Zoro settled on his knees between Sanji’s thighs. His gaze raked over Sanji’s body and a satisfied smile curved his lips. “Pretty Princess.”
Sanji sneered. “Dumbass shitface.”
Zoro chuckled. He plucked the tube out of Sanji’s hand, opened the cap, and squired the thick, slick substance onto his fingers. “Have you ever been fucked?” he asked.
Sanji wondered if he was going to turn a permanent shade of red from all the embarrassed blushing. “Does it matter?”
“Yes.” Zoro placed his hand beneath Sanji’s left knee and lifted it up and back, pushing Sanji’s thigh toward his chest. His slicked fingers from his other hand circled Sanji’s asshole, causing Sanji to make a throat sound of want. Zoro stopped and waited. He was going to make Sanji tell him.
Sanji cursed. If he wanted to get fucked – finally – he was going to have to fess up. “No, I haven’t been fucked.”
Zoro smiled smugly again. His slick fingers once again circled Sanji’s hole. “Have you ever fucked someone?”
Sanji tried to get Zoro to penetrate him. He knew what that felt like, craved it. But Zoro stopped again and Sanji kicked him in the ass with his free foot. “No, damn it. Stop teasing me.”
“And you’ve never tasted anyone before?” Zoro asked, the tip of his finger barely penetrating Sanji. “Guy or girl?”
Sanji was going to kill him. “No. Fucker. You’re my first for anything.”
Zoro made a sound this time, wild and primitive. The predatory energy that had surrounded him before in the bathroom rose up and coiled around Sanji. Sanji’s heartbeat sped up like prey. His eyes widened and he felt suddenly short of breath.
“You’re mine now,” Zoro rumbled deep in his chest, and his finger slid deep into Sanji’s body. Sanji’s ass lifted reflexively and he hissed in pleasure. “No one else will get to have you.”
Sanji shivered at the possessiveness. His desire for a gay fuck had led him down a path truly unexpected. And he wanted it. Deep down, he knew he wanted all of it. “Zoro…”
Zoro pressed a second finger inside him, causing Sanji to throw his head back with a moan. “That’s right, Princess. Show me you want me.”
“Fuck.” Sanji clenched around Zoro’s fingers, his cock twitching with need. Zoro scissored him open as he finger-fucked Sanji. Sanji had done this to himself before using the dildo. It felt even better with someone else’s fingers.
“Hm, yes.” Zoro worked his fingers in and out of Sanji’s body, stretching him, getting him ready for Zoro’s cock. “Gonna conquer your cunt just like I promised. Make you cry.”
Sanji moaned again and writhed unconsciously on Zoro’s fingers. He’d been waiting to be fucked for months and he wanted it to happen already. “Zoro, please…”
“Eager little bitch,” Zoro purred. “Are you going into heat for me?”
“Bastard,” Sanji hissed, practically humping himself on Zoro’s hand.
“You are. Let me see if I can make you more wet for me.” Zoro twisted his fingers and found a place that made Sanji see stars.
Sanji’s body jolted and he cried out. Immense pleasure centered right from that spot. He knew what it was, had read it in the book, but he hadn’t thought to seek it out when pleasuring himself. Zoro rubbed his prostate with firm fingers and Sanji’s stomach clenched. Every brain cell was focused on Zoro’s fingers and the delight he was bringing to Sanji’s body. Sanji started to pant as he felt orgasm build and build and build some more. He rode on the edge for what felt like forever before he crashed into a climax that caused his body to jerk spasmodically on the bed. He felt the orgasm from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. His wordless shout of ecstasy echoed against the windows.
Zoro’s other hand closed around his cock, jerked him quickly, and Sanji came again. This orgasm was centered on his groin, and he shot his load all over his belly and Zoro’s fist. Sanji fell limp, spent, breathing raggedly, brain buzzing, best orgasms ever.
Sanji felt his other leg lifted, partially draped around Zoro’s hip. He forced open his eyelids when he felt Zoro’s slicked cockhead against his hole. Zoro watched his face as he breached Sanji’s body. A sharp, burning pain shot up his lower back, knocking Sanji into the present. He jerked and pushed against Zoro with his foot. “Oh fuck, that hurts.”
Zoro stilled, his cockhead past the opening of Sanji’s body. “Relax for me, Princess.”
“You try to relax with a pole spearing your ass,” Sanji growled. It had hurt, at first, with the dildo, but this seemed much bigger. “Give me a second.”
Zoro waited, watchful. Sanji took several deep breaths, letting his ass relax in increments until he felt he could take more. “Okay. Go ahead.”
Zoro pressed forward again, driving his cock further into Sanji’s body. The pain shot through his lower back again, along with a burning sensation in his ass. His eyes stung with tears and he closed them swiftly. He clenched the sheet in his hands. He’d been in more pain before, he could take this.
“Open your eyes, Princess. Let me see you cry.” Zoro’s tone was soft, but controlling. A frisson of lust slid through Sanji and he complied. “Such a pretty bitch, allowing me to take your virginity.”
“Fuck.” Why were Zoro’s stupid words so arousing? Sanji’s damp eyes blurred Zoro slightly, as he felt Zoro finally sink all the way in. Zoro’s pelvis was against his ass, the pillow lifting him to take Zoro easier. His left leg was pushed back by Zoro’s hand, the other loosely wrapped behind Zoro’s waist. He felt full, stretched and aching, the burn making it real. Zoro’s cock was inside of him. There was no question about it. He’d gone fully gay. “I’m gay.”
Zoro’s lips twitched. “You’re an idiot.”
Sanji glared at Zoro. “I’m having a moment here.”
“Now, you’re adorable.”
“I hate you. Hate.”
Zoro rose up over Sanji, pushing Sanji’s leg back further, pressing his chest onto Sanji’s. The movement caused Zoro to sink even deeper into Sanji’s body. It hurt, and Sanji whimpered, and another tear sprung into his eye. “Damn it.”
Zoro’s face was inches from his own. “Have you ever been kissed?”
“Um, no.” Sanji felt his heart speed up again. “Not that I know of.”
Zoro’s expression softened and butterflies took flight in Sanji’s stomach. His breath caught as Zoro lowered his head and gentle lips pressed against Sanji’s own. Everything around Sanji stilled, became silent. The only thing he could hear was the pounding of his heartbeat.
He’d imagined being kissed. How it would feel. How romantic it would be. He never thought he would be kissed by a man, though. He hadn’t realized that his imagination paled in comparison to reality. He felt like he was floating and grounded at the same time. His entire body trembled.
Zoro lifted his head, breaking the kiss, and looked down at Sanji’s face. His hand depressed the pillow beside Sanji’s head. His heavy weight anchored Sanji down. He began to move his hips, drawing them back, pressing forward again. Sanji felt Zoro’s cock move inside him and it hurt and felt fantastic all at once.
The storm outside rumbled and rain began to patter against the library windows. The dim light shrouded them on the bed. Sanji felt cocooned by privacy, intimacy. Zoro continued to watch Sanji as he thrust, hips setting a slow, steady pace. Sanji felt his body adjust to the intrusion, welcome it, the pain fading into a dull burn that told him he was being fucked, that there was a cock inside of him, that his lover was one hundred percent male.
Sanji swallowed and moved his hands, which had been gripping the sheets. He brushed them up Zoro’s massive arms, feeling their strength, the warm flesh beneath his palms. He drew them up over Zoro’s shoulders and wrapped them behind his neck. Then, he pulled Zoro’s face back down to his, meeting Zoro’s lips with another kiss.
Sanji had thought his first time would be a quick fuck with in the storeroom or maybe in the bath. He knew it wouldn’t be with a woman, because he’d bleed to death before that would happen. But this… this was storybook fantasy made real. This was silly dreams and gauzy romance and everything Sanji secretly was, that seemed to come out as over-the-top passion around the ladies. And it was Zoro who was gifting this to him.
“Fucking marimo,” Sanji murmured against Zoro’s lips. He forced away the emotion that threatened to choke him, made more tears sting his eyes.
Zoro began to move a little faster. He pulled back his lips to whisper, “My Princess Sanji want me to fill him up, make him mine?”
Sanji didn’t deny or repress the whimper of desire at Zoro’s words. “Yes.”
Zoro shifted Sanji’s leg so Sanji’s ankle rested on Zoro’s shoulder. He planted both hands on either side of Sanji’s head and started to really thrust. Zoro was taking Sanji now, claiming him with his cock. Sanji felt every inch of him penetrating deep. Zoro’s pelvis smacked against his raised backside. The scent of sex hung heavily in the air.
Zoro began speaking again, filthy vulgarity that Sanji lapped up. “Fuck you like a Princess tonight. Breed you like a bitch tomorrow.”
Sanji moaned unabashedly. His free leg gripped Zoro around the waist, egging him on.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To be bred by me,” Zoro grunted as he fucked Sanji harder. “Filling you up again and again with so much cum that you get pregnant even though you’re a guy.”
“Shit,” Sanji gasped, his body tingling and tensing like a live wire.
“You want me to breed you, Princess?” Zoro pounded into Sanji now. “You want to have all my pups?”
“Fuck, yes.” Sanji was gone. “Fuck me. Breed me.”
“That’s right, I’m going to breed your… beautiful ass,” Zoro’s words were becoming broken gasps, “and take you… over... and over… until you cry cum…”
Sanji felt Zoro’s entire body tense and he slammed into Sanji’s hole several more times before he climaxed. Sanji could actually feel Zoro’s cock pulsing inside him, though he didn’t feel any jizz or wetness. Just knowing that Zoro was unloading in him made Sanji feel good. He was ruined for anyone else. Zoro could stake his claim and Sanji was perfectly okay with that. He’d be Princess Sanji with his Knight in Shirtless Armor. And if something more came of it, if Sanji developed squishy feelings for Zoro, he’d have a panic attack, then probably give in, too.
Zoro collapsed on top of Sanji, a dead weight that panting harshly against Sanji’s neck. Sanji patted Zoro’s head absently. Sanji’s cock was semi-hard, but not pressing. He’d already come twice, three times if the prostate orgasm counted. He was content to have Zoro’s softening shaft in his ass and the solid weight of the man atop of him.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Zoro murmured against Sanji’s neck. “You’re finally mine.”
A smile spread across Sanji’s lips. “Stupid marimo.”
Zoro grinned against Sanji’s skin. “You owe me another month.”
“Fuck you.” Sanji kicked him with a heel in the back of the thigh. “I’m not sticking with that agreement.”
“Welcher.”
“You took advantage of me!”
“You would have taken advantage of me, too.”
“I wouldn’t have made you do something impossible.”
Zoro raised his head, his shark-like grin gleaming in the dimness. “Tell you what, I’ll let you call me stupid if you tell everyone you’re my pretty bitch now.”
Sanji’s eyes narrowed. “I hate you.”
“Up to you.” Zoro moved off Sanji with a wet-sloppy sound of his cock pulling from Sanji’s ass. Sanji immediately felt gaping and empty. It was a strange, almost lonely feeling.
Zoro snuggled in beside Sanji, resting his head on Sanji’s chest, looking toward one of the windows. His heavy thigh draped over Sanji’s legs. Sanji’s ass was still raised by the pillow beneath him, and he tugged it out and tossed it on the floor.
The rain beat against the windows, lighting flashing in the distance. The rumble of thunder that followed reverberated in the room. Sanji wished he had a cigarette. He hadn’t had one since that morning, before getting eaten by the flytrap. He should be going through a nicotine craving, but his genetic modifications had erased that problem. Smoking was more for pleasure than for the hit.
Zoro traced a random pattern on Sanji’s belly over the dried cum. “You okay?”
Sanji’s eyebrows lifted at the question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“It’s your first time. I should probably get you up to the bath, clean you up, let you soak.”
Sanji’s ass did hurt a bit, but not enough to be a bother. “I’m fine. Don’t want to move.”
“Okay.” Zoro’s finger dipped into Sanji’s navel. “Was it… did you enjoy it?”
Sanji’s lips twitched. Zoro was being needy and seeking validation. Oh, how the mighty marimo had fallen. “Yes, Zoro, I enjoyed it. You can stop worrying now. You have proven your manliness. Feel free to beat your chest.”
“Idiot love cook,” Zoro grumbled.
“Stupid swordsman.”
“That’s three months now.”
“No! Fuck off!”
“You know the alternative choice, pretty bitch.”
“Hate you. Hate. Hate. Hate.”
“Liar.”
End