(One Piece-General. 18. Enraged.)
Title: Possession
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Sanji, Zoro
Prompt: 35-Enraged
Word Count: 617
Rating: R for implicit sexual content and language
Warnings/Spoilers: There’s some sex stuff in the very beginning that non-mature readers may need to skip over.
Summary: Zoro accidentally marks Sanji in one of their intimate moments, and the cook gets angry about it.
Sanji’s breath hitched as he spread his legs and let Zoro’s cloth covered arousal bump and rub against his. The swordsman muffled a moan in Sanji’s neck, opening his lips over the stretch of skin and sucking. Sanji bit his lip and squirmed; Zoro would’ve smirked he could’ve. Instead he bit down hard, grabbed tight at whatever piece of hip or leg or ass he could find, and ground their lower bodies rough together. Sanji allowed a strangled sounding gasp to escape his throat and he wrapped his legs tight around the swordsman’s waist, eagerly accepting every thrust that brought him closer and closer to-
“Shit, Zoro!”
Zoro panted around the skin in his mouth and closed his eyes as Sanji’s body shook and clenched beneath him before relaxing. He responded with a groan against reddened, saliva slick flesh, and gave his own release.
-
Sanji could see himself in his pots and pans. It was useful, really, and almost a requirement now, to have them cleaned enough for that. Of course, he would make sure they were thoroughly cleaned anyway, but this was an added bonus. He could check his appearance at any give time of day to make sure he was presentable for the ladies on board. A quick glance could save him from being caught with an askew tie or an unkempt collar. …And from this. The cook stared at his reflection and lifted two fingers to touch the rather obvious red spot on his neck.
“…Shit, Zoro!”
When Zoro walked into the galley a few minutes later, he was very nearly smashed in the face with a frying pan.
“What the hell, cook?!”
“You left a mark, you moron!” Sanji was seething, pointing to his neck with a barely perceptible shake in his finger. “Could you be any more dense?! They’ll see!”
Zoro frowned, obviously not seeing the distress in the situation.
“So cover it up.”
“The only shirt that will do that is my turtleneck and it’s not even 70 degrees outside!”
The swordsman shrugged.
“Then let them see.” He barely dodged the butcher knife. “Oi!”
“Let them see?! Are you out of your mind or do you even have one?! I can’t let Nami-san and Robin-chan know that I’m doing such things with someone as unsavory as you! And what if we reached port? I wouldn’t be able to keep this from some beautiful girl who might be interested and-”
“The fuck-I’m not sharing you!”
Sanji froze, mid-rant, at Zoro’s outburst. He stared at the other man with wide eyes, a bit of his anger being momentarily replaced with surprise.
“Wh-What?”
“Well, it’s not like we’re boyfriends are whatever, but…” Zoro was scowling, and keeping his eyes trained on a particular spot on the wall. “We are…something…I thought. I mean, what the hell…”
It dawned on Sanji that this could be the closest thing to any sort of confession that he’d ever get from the swordsman. It made his heart pound, but he wasn’t sure whether it was from some shitty form of happiness or from anxiety. He glanced at the nearest pot and idly fingered the mark on his neck.
“You’re like a cave man,” Sanji remarked, suddenly calmer. “You might as well drag me around by my hair.”
“Tch. You’re practically asking for it.”
“Try it and I’ll kick your ass.” Sanji paused and averted his eyes. “And at least bite a little lower next time.”
Zoro almost grinned. The uncharacteristically gentle kiss he planted on the cook’s neck before leaving almost made Sanji’s ultimate surrender worth it. He frowned at his reflection again and wondered if the girls would believe it was really a bug bite.