Politically Correct ch. 08
You know what I learned from this chapter? I will never be a porno writer.
Never.
Preeeetty sure my face was red the entire time I wrote this, but WHATEVS. (&it's not even all that explicit... compared to other stuff I've read haha) I might as well get as many firsts out of the way during my first fic.
By the by. I totally would've chickened out with this chapter and it would've taken another two weeks to muster up the 'courage' to write it if it weren't for you lovely people. You all are my muse!
Title: Politically Correct
Rating: NC-17 ;D
Word Count: 4,099
Pairing: eventual Zoro x Sanji + a smattering of side pairings
Summary: AU set in the San Francisco Bay Area Nami has decided that she's tired of Sanji constantly chasing after girls only to be taken advantage of & decides to take a more active role in Sanji committing to a Real Relationship.
Disclaimer: One Piece wouldn't be worth anything without Odacchi at the helm.
Notes: This is how it's gonna work: LJ gets front row seats to the smex while FFnet peeks in through a dirty window. Which means both have the sex, but no bits will be showing in the clean version. I didn't just cut out all the yaoi, I rewrote/reworked it so it's uhhhhh more tasteful? Okay, so I used the word 'arousal' once, but I didn't show it. <-- I am enhancedbycolor in both realms
Also! Because I'm at such a complete loss as to how this scene turned out, critical eyes are very welcome (especially if I'm ever going to write another scene like this hahahaaa)
Enjoooyyyyy
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FFnet NONPORN version
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It had been a terrible idea.
It still was a terrible idea.
WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!
Sanji was freaking out. He hadn’t thought this through.
It had just… slipped out.
He stole a quick look towards Zoro. The bastard was completely composed. Lost in thought.
Sanji wanted to kick his face in.
But they were on a bus.
A Fucking Bus.
We should’ve just done it right there. In front of his students and sensei. It’d be less embarrassing than sitting here thinking.
He wondered why the green-haired idiot hadn’t said anything. He’d obviously agreed to the ‘request’. Otherwise we wouldn’t be on this bus. Heading towards my apartment.
Sanji was about ready to pull his hair out. He couldn’t back out now because he was the one who had initiated it.
FUCK.
“Where the hell did you learn that word?” Sanji’s head snapped up to look at Zoro, who was sitting across from him.
“What?” Sanji had half expected his voice to crack.
Zoro looked him directly in the eyes. “’Marimo’. Where the hell did you pick that up. You said you’ve never been to Japan right?”
Right. I said that too, huh? Sanji hadn’t meant to say it. He had planned on using his new weapon when everyone would be around to see Zoro’s reaction. And then he’d savor the opportunity to explain exactly what the word meant to the rest of their friends.
But even that hadn’t quite worked out as planned.
Zoro hadn’t been pissed or surprised. He had just looked at Sanji and that look had only fueled Sanji’s what? Lust? Insanity?
Sanji held back from visibly gnawing on his lip. We should’ve just sprinted to my place. Running wouldn’t be sitting. And staring. And waiting.
Zoro sat looking at him expectantly.
And talking. “Right, I, uhm,” he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell Zoro he’d googled it, “I was watching a TV special. On rare water foliage.”
“What? You often watch specials on water plants?”
“It was rare edible foliage?”
“You don’t fucking eat marimo. Though I guess a shitty cook like you might.”
“Call me a shitty cook again and I’ll shove some actual shit down your throat so you’ll have something for comparison.”
“The breakfast I had this morning was all the comparison I needed to realize you’ve been serving shit this entire time.”
“Are you trying to tell me that walking meat sack Patty is a better chef? You just fucking wait. When I’m done with you you’ll never be able to enjoy food made by someone else’s hands.”
Zoro was pretty sure he’d never be able to fully grasp what went on in the chef’s mind. Does he seriously think that threatening to serve me the best food I’ve ever eaten is discouraging?
He looked out the window behind Sanji. “You really do live right on the marina.”
“Not exactly.” Sanji turned to look behind him. “Oh, fuck! We missed our stop.” He reached up and yanked on the bell cord.
A grin made its way onto Zoro’s face. “Sorry? Was I the one who just pointed out that we’re off course?”
Suddenly Sanji’s head was clear. Zoro wasn’t freaking out. Zoro was completely poised. Sanji could only blame the awkwardness of the situation on himself. And there was no way he was going to lose his head over something the swordsman in front of him was handling with ease. He shook his head and let out a sigh of pity.
“Well, being directionally challenged, I guess you’ve got to take any victory you can get.” He hopped off the bus as the doors opened; Zoro was close behind.
They stood next to each other, watching as the bus pulled away. Sanji looked around to get a hold of his bearings and then turned to lock eyes with the swordsman.
The street was silent.
Only the occasional call of a seagull and the gently crashing waves broke the silence.
The silence was bearing down on him.
“Fuck this. We’re running.” And Sanji tore down the street, heading away from the ocean.
Zoro stood still. Watching the distance between him and the suit-clad blonde grow. “Does he really think I’m so desperate for a fuck that I’d go running after him?”
Zoro had never slept with a guy. He’d been dragged to a Halloween bash in The Castro one year and had been groped a plenty, but he had never been tempted.[1] The thought of exposing himself to a complete stranger had never held any sort of appeal for him.
There was no other time or place where he was more physically vulnerable than in the middle of sex
But Sanji wasn’t a stranger.
Quite the opposite, actually. Zoro was very much well-acquainted with the blonde’s physical capabilities.
The utter control he has over his limbs. His endurance. The strength in those legs. A contortionist’s flexibility.
Zoro found himself sprinting after Sanji.
It wasn’t desperation.
It was the thought of all the practical applications those fighting skills would have in bed. It would be a stupid opportunity to let slide.
He sped up. The blonde was quick and Zoro didn’t want to risk losing him around a corner. The distance eventually shrank and Sanji slowed to a stop in front of a high-rise. Only the slight tinge of pink coloring the pale cheeks and the stray strands of hair that clung to the back of his neck gave any hint of the sudden burst of cardio. Sanji’s breathing was slow and steady.
Stamina? Check. Zoro approved.
Sanji looked at Zoro with an air of indifference and pushed the large glass doors of the building open and walked into a lightly furnished room.
“You wouldn’t happen to live right here in the lobby, would you?”
Sanji looked offended. “And have a view of the falafel shop across the street? Nope. We’re going… up.” The elevator doors opened as if on cue.
Zoro grinned. “Oh? You sure you can handle the elevator? Wouldn’t you rather just run up the stairs?”
Sanji had been hoping the swordsman had missed or just brushed off his fidgeting. “You’re awful mouthy for a guy who’s just chased me this entire way.”
“Pretty sure my being ‘mouthy’ can only serve to benefit you.”
Sanji could feel the heat creeping up his face. Dammit! I’m the one who started this so why the hell am I blushing like a fucking high school girl?
He shoved the swordsman against the elevator wall, reiterating the words said earlier in the dojo, “There you go again, mouthing off without anything to back it up, Zoro,” and crushed his lips against teeth.
Zoro was caught off guard, but the adrenaline from the run helped him quickly get over the shock and his instincts took over as he accepted the rough kiss, the fingers of one hand gripping Sanji’s hip while the other was splayed against neck, reinforcing the contact.
And it was rough.
It was neither tender nor passionate. There were no pretenses. It was simply raw.
Sanji had a hand pressed flat against the wall above Zoro’s shoulder and as the elevator doors slid open with a light ding his fingers curled into the other man’s shirt, pulling as he stumbled backwards out the elevator, refusing to break the contact for any reason other than to take another breath.
Zoro pulled away just as Sanji backed into the apartment door directly across from the elevators. “Shouldn’t we…” There was a jingle of keys and Sanji nudged the door open, slipping off his shoes and blazer as he stepped further into the dark apartment. “Well, that’s convenient.” He followed the blonde in and kicked the door shut before pulling off his boots.
Sanji stood a few feet ahead. He dropped his tie on the floor and began unbuttoning from the top of his shirt. His gaze never left the dark eyes before him.
Zoro walked forward and bent his head down to sweep his lips over the exposed neck as his hand worked to undo the blonde’s leather belt and untuck the dress shirt. Sanji began guiding him down a hall which eventually opened into a large room with a huge window that covered half of the back wall, through which there was a perfect view of the ocean and the Golden Gate Bridge. I can see why he’d choose this over the falafel shop.
“We’re not doing it in my fucking kitchen.” Sanji tugged him into another room where heavy curtains blocked out the sun, not yet high in the sky. Zoro had lost his shirt at some point on their way over. He pulled off his pants which were already half undone.
Sanji pushed Zoro down to sit at the edge of his bed as he shimmied out of his slacks. They stilled, taking a moment to check each other out.
Zoro reached over and pulled the blonde towards him. Sanji was all lean muscle and milky white skin. “How the hell do you stay in shape when you never actually do shit.”
Sanji scoffed and planted his knees on the bed, straddling Zoro’s lap. “Just because I don’t spend every waking second lifting weights doesn’t mean I completely forgo working out. The real question is why you don’t look like our dear Governator with your daily training regimen.”[2]
Zoro felt Sanji shiver as he slid his hands up the exposed thighs to rest on slim hips. “Because I don’t take steroids and I’m well fed.” He pulled Sanji closer to him and ground their underwear clad arousals together.
Sanji bit back a moan at the motion. Up to this point they had carefully avoided acknowledging the hard-ons that had been clearly visible through their clothes, choosing to instead simply dip their toes in. But this. This was Sanji jumping into shark infested waters. He pushed Zoro’s back into the bed and trailed a tongue up and over the scarred torso as his hand made its way beneath the waistband of the black boxers.
He tentatively dragged one finger up the length of Zoro’s member, grinning against hard abs as he was rewarded with a soft moan. With more confidence he fully wrapped his fingers around the thick heat and began pumping. Zoro tensed beneath him before letting out a low growl.
Sanji felt the grip on his waist tighten and suddenly he found himself sprawled under the tanned body as he was flipped over. He let out his own moan as Zoro’s knee pressed up between his legs. Sanji reached out, tugging on Zoro’s boxers. Zoro complied and yanked them off before pulling down Sanji’s boxerbriefs.
Zoro began to stroke Sanji’s throbbing erection and bent low to nip at his lips before delving back into his mouth.
Sanji returned the kiss in full force, tongue battling for dominance. He gasped for breath as Zoro’s strokes quickened in pace. His lips traced Zoro’s strong jaw as he pulled the rough hand away from him. He ran a tongue over Zoro’s three dangling earrings and whispered, “If I had wanted to get-off from a hand job, then you wouldn’t be here.”
A shiver ran down Zoro’s spine. He wasn’t sure whether it was because of his ear’s sensitivity or because of Sanji’s words. Either way, his hands slipped further down to rest on muscled thighs as he pushed Sanji’s legs further apart.
“Hey. Why the hell am I the one on-“
“You’re the bottom. Take it like a man.” Zoro smirked.
Everything else had been on autopilot. Touching. Exploring. They both knew how to work an erection. It was easy and simple and completely instinct-driven.
He knew what to do. But his complete lack of experience with a guy made him hesitate.
They were motionless. It felt like they were holding their breath.
“If you want me to take it like a man, then you need to stop giving it like a woman.” Sanji squirmed uncomfortably. He wasn’t necessarily averse to being the catcher. He was just going to have to make sure the fucker didn’t mistake it for him submitting.
“What the hell does that even mean?” Zoro suddenly felt awkward, hovering over Sanji, unsure of how to take the next step.
“It means do something with your fucking dick because I’m starting to forget that you actually have one!”
A deep rumble of laughter made its way out Zoro’s mouth. “Just how many times are you going to ask me to fuck you today, love-cook?”
Sanji glared up at him. “I wouldn’t have bothered if I had known just how long it’d take for you to get to the actual fucking, marimo.”
A finger pressed at Sanji’s puckered opening. His breathing sped up with anticipation. Then Zoro removed his hand and rested his forehead against Sanji’s shoulder, sighing.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any lube?”
Sanji was the one who burst out laughing this time. “I don’t even fucking care anymore! There’s lotion on the night stand, maybe some Vaseline in the drawers? Unless you want to get up? Then there’s oil in the kitchen and conditioner in the bathroom and I’m sure-“ Sanji was silenced by a kiss.
“You talk way too fucking much.” Zoro could feel Sanji smile against his mouth. He reached over and grabbed the lotion from the stand. He twisted off the cap in order to bypass the restrictive pump.
Zoro grinned.
And everything was put back in motion.
He coated his fingers and positioned them back at Sanji’s entrance, easing one finger in slowly. Zoro curled his finger and stroked the walls of hot flesh. Sanji dropped his head back against the bed, taking shallow breaths. Zoro pushed in a second finger and began making slow scissoring motions.
Shiit. He’s tight. Way too tight. “Hey, if you don’t loosen up, this isn’t going to happen.”
Sanji’s head had fallen to the side, but he looked up, eyes dark and hooded, gave a slight nod and closed his eyes, willing himself to relax. He focused on slowing his breathing and gradually began pushing back at the fingers.
Zoro felt the change and immediately slipped a third finger in. He worked the three fingers in and out, slowly stretching the tight passage.
Sanji groaned. “Fucker. Ah- if I have to say it one more fucking time…nghh…”
Zoro pulled his fingers out. “Right. Right.” He leaned down and nipped at Sanji’s lips, slicking up his long neglected member. “Let’s get to the fucking.”
After positioning himself at the opening, he sought out Sanji’s eyes. He took in the slightly parted lips and the blonde hair framing crystal blue eyes.
I fucking love those eyes. Zoro pressed forward, watching the flushed face below him for any sign of pain or discomfort.
Sanji squeezed his eyes shut and Zoro stopped. He cracked one lid open. “Keep going. I’m fine.” Zoro didn’t look convinced. “Fucking shit, Zoro. If we’re doing this then we sure as hell aren’t doing it half-assed. Pun intended. Now fucking MOVE.” Zoro pushed himself the rest of the way in.
Sanji clutched at the bedsheets as Zoro pulled out just the slightest before thrusting back in. He repeated the motion, pulling out a bit more each time. Sanji’s hips began meeting every thrust, his back arching as a steady rhythm was set.
“Mnn, shit Sanji… you’re so,” he thrust in, “fucking,” he pulled out, “hot.” Another thrust.
Sanji wrapped his legs around Zoro, heels digging into hard muscles. And then Zoro angled in just right and Sanji couldn’t hold back. He let out a sharp cry and draped an arm over his eyes.
Zoro paused at the pleasure-laced voice. “Found the spot, then?” Sanji defiantly clenched around the shaft still seated deep inside him. Zoro groaned, “Oi, fuck, don’t do that!” and he tightened his grip on the bony hip as he continued to move.
Sanji choked out a chuckle. “Whatever, I bet it was just a fluke anyways. There’s no way you’d be able to get to the same place twice with your navigational abilities.”
Zoro thrust in hard and deep, smirking as Sanji cried out again. He quickened his pace, making sure to hit that same spot with each stab. His breath came out in short puffs as he fought to keep up his speed, basking in the loud moans that Sanji was no longer bothering to stifle.
“You should know better than anyone just how good my aim is with my swords, ero-chef.” Zoro could feel the pressure building up. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, especially with Sanji’s rhythmic clenching.
“Fu-fuuck. Ahh.. Zoro.. I.. ngghnnn… shit. Harder.”
Zoro grunted. He felt like coming with just that request. He picked up his pace even more, slamming in harder as Sanji got louder with each thrust.
Initially, Sanji had had every intention of pretending he wasn’t feeling it nearly as much as he actually was. But each time he had looked up at the man above him he had been met with piercing lust-filled eyes and Zoro’s heavy panting and the way his mouth and hands never stopped wandering and each shock of pleasure that shot up his spine had completely driven the thought away.
In fact, it had driven away every thought except for the need to find release.
He gasped for air as their rhythm slowly broke down. Sanji began to tremble as he neared the edge. He lost it as Zoro reached down and began pumping him. Sanji shuddered as orgasmic pleasure washed over him. He barely registered the spread of warm stickiness as Zoro stilled above him after a handful of sporadic thrusts.
Their lips met, teeth nipping at skin in a sloppy kiss. Zoro gave a few more thrusts as he rode out his orgasm. His slipped out of Sanji and lowered the slightly quivering legs as he finally dropped face first into the bed beside him, arm draped over the blonde’s defined stomach. Sanji pulled at the blankets bunched up at the end of the bed and covered them both before drifting to sleep.
oOoOoOoOo
vhhhrrrr
vhhhhrrr
Sanji cracked an eye open. Sunlight was spilling in from the open door. He grumbled as he pushed Zoro’s arm off him, reaching for his pants on the floor.
It was Nami. He cleared his throat before answering. “Namiiii swaaann what can I do for you?”
[ Ahhh? Sanji? Huh… I was expecting Zoro, but…]
Sanji froze. He felt the blood drain out of his face. Oh. Fuck.
“Uh. I can… I can explain.”
[ Well, I’d certainly hope you could. Seeing as how I called your phone and all. Unless… Why, Sanji! Are you saying that Zoro answering your phone was a possibility? Or did you think that you had accidentally picked up Zoro’s phone instead of your own? ]
Sanji pressed his palm into his forehead. He could practically hear Nami’s grin over the phone.
[ How curious. Well, I was just asked to see if you’d be so kind as to ask Zoro whether or not Ace is going to need to cover for him for the rest of the day. ]
“Ahh, my love, why would you ever think that I would be the best person to pass on such a message?”
[ Because Usopp stopped by the dojo this morning and was told that you and Zoro had left together. No one’s been able to reach either of you ever since. ]
Sanji knew any further attempts at trying to play dumb would be a complete waste. “We’ll be there before dinner.”
[ We’ll be looking forward to it. ]
She hung up. He threw the phone back on the floor. He rubbed his face and fully sat up, looking down at the figure next to him. Zoro was lazily watching him through barely open eyes. “Ace wanted to know when you’d be back.” Zoro let out a yawn and made to get up.
The guy looks so tired. Sanji guiltily remembered that Zoro had been working on a boat repair earlier that morning. He was probably there a lot earlier than me, too.
He lightly pushed Zoro back onto the bed. “I’m going to take a shower first. I’ll wake you when I’m done.”
Zoro watched Sanji pull a towel down from a closet shelf. He thought he saw the naked man wince as he reached up, but the expression was fleeting and Sanji was completely composed as he padded to the bathroom. Zoro made a mental note to check on how the blonde was doing later. He turned over and fell back asleep.
Sanji steadied himself on the bathroom counter. This must be why women aren’t always just raring to go at it. Fuuck my ass hurts. He stepped into the steaming shower and let the heat ease his soreness. It wouldn’t do for him to be limping around all day.
oOoOoOoOoOo
They were sitting on a bus.
Zoro had showered and changed back into his clothes, but he was still half asleep.
The silence was comfortable. Everything had been comfortable. And Sanji was thankful for that. Where he sat now, watching the way Zoro’s head fell forward as he occasionally nodded off, there were no regrets.
The bus hit a pothole and Zoro jerked awake. Sanji let out a quiet laugh and Zoro shot him a look of annoyance before letting out another yawn.
“Hey, y’know, since I’ve taken time off, I can always cover for you at Vivi’s if you ever just needed to spend a night back at your own place.”
“What happened to me being your chaperone?”
Sanji wasn’t amused. “It’s almost been a month already. And it’s not like you’re actually keeping an eye on me, either. Poisoning her food would be all too easy while I cook.”
Zoro quirked an eyebrow up. “You really need to work on this whole persuasion thing. But I’ve been meaning to ask, how the hell did you get Chakka and Pell to let you anywhere near her, anyways? They seemed so set on prolonging your exclusion, yet there you were the next day. I highly doubt your background check cleared overnight.”
“I asked Robin to put in a good word for me with the king.”
“…you knew?”
He gave Zoro a look of disdain. “Of course I knew. Unlike you, I like being informed. And when I realized that I didn’t know shit about Alabasta, I did some research, which wasn’t easy, by the way, place has a media blackout, but ignorance isn’t very attractive.” He looked out the window. “This is us.”
Zoro stretched as he followed Sanji off the bus. He was feeling quite refreshed after their post-coital nap. It was barely three in the afternoon by the time they had left Sanji’s apartment. Zoro had gotten in a good three hours of shut-eye and Sanji had made them a late lunch.
Not to mention that he had just had the best fuck he had had in a long while. Even with all the awkward bits. But for Sanji? The way he held himself was… off. There was something about the blonde’s walk that seemed slightly off balance. Sanji wasn’t limping, but it almost looked like he wanted to.
“Oi.” He walked next Sanji and placed a hand at the small of his back. “You alright?”
Sanji pulled away, throwing an icy look at Zoro. “I’m fine. Don’t look down on me, asshole.” He stormed into Vivi’s building. Zoro rolled his eyes and followed him in.
When they walked through the door to Vivi’s apartment they were greeted with the beaming faces of Ace and Nami. Sanji silently steeled himself for what was coming. He hadn’t quite figured out how he was going to deal with Nami and Robin’s inevitable prying.
“Glad you guys were able to finally make it over. I hope I didn’t call while you were, ah, busy?” Sanji wondered if Nami was related to the Cheshire Cat.
He quickly decided he’d play her game of not-so-subtle innuendos that would ultimately last all day. Maybe she’ll tire of it before too long?
“Ohh Nami, dearest-“
“No, we were done fucking by the time you called. Though I didn’t appreciate being woken up by a goddamn phone for the second time today.” Zoro swiped Ace’s bottle of beer as he made his way to the couch. He looked back at the silence that followed. All three pairs of eyes were staring at him. He flicked the TV on.
They’ll get over it.
Footnotes:
[1]: The Castro! Is pretty much the place to be gay in the bay. It was also home to One of The Largest Halloween parties in the nation (world?). But there was a shooting in 2006 and the city shut it down.
[2]: We’re all well aware that Arnie Schwarzenegger of Terminator fame is the current (not for much longer!) governor of California, yes? [written: April 30, 2010] Maybe I shouldn’t include time sensitive info, buuut it works for now =D.
Chapter 09
Never.
Preeeetty sure my face was red the entire time I wrote this, but WHATEVS. (&it's not even all that explicit... compared to other stuff I've read haha) I might as well get as many firsts out of the way during my first fic.
By the by. I totally would've chickened out with this chapter and it would've taken another two weeks to muster up the 'courage' to write it if it weren't for you lovely people. You all are my muse!
Title: Politically Correct
Rating: NC-17 ;D
Word Count: 4,099
Pairing: eventual Zoro x Sanji + a smattering of side pairings
Summary: AU set in the San Francisco Bay Area Nami has decided that she's tired of Sanji constantly chasing after girls only to be taken advantage of & decides to take a more active role in Sanji committing to a Real Relationship.
Disclaimer: One Piece wouldn't be worth anything without Odacchi at the helm.
Notes: This is how it's gonna work: LJ gets front row seats to the smex while FFnet peeks in through a dirty window. Which means both have the sex, but no bits will be showing in the clean version. I didn't just cut out all the yaoi, I rewrote/reworked it so it's uhhhhh more tasteful? Okay, so I used the word 'arousal' once, but I didn't show it. <-- I am enhancedbycolor in both realms
Also! Because I'm at such a complete loss as to how this scene turned out, critical eyes are very welcome (especially if I'm ever going to write another scene like this hahahaaa)
Enjoooyyyyy
[Previous Chapters]
FFnet NONPORN version
pdbqpdbqpdbqpdbqpdbqpdbq
It had been a terrible idea.
It still was a terrible idea.
WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!
Sanji was freaking out. He hadn’t thought this through.
It had just… slipped out.
He stole a quick look towards Zoro. The bastard was completely composed. Lost in thought.
Sanji wanted to kick his face in.
But they were on a bus.
A Fucking Bus.
We should’ve just done it right there. In front of his students and sensei. It’d be less embarrassing than sitting here thinking.
He wondered why the green-haired idiot hadn’t said anything. He’d obviously agreed to the ‘request’. Otherwise we wouldn’t be on this bus. Heading towards my apartment.
Sanji was about ready to pull his hair out. He couldn’t back out now because he was the one who had initiated it.
FUCK.
“Where the hell did you learn that word?” Sanji’s head snapped up to look at Zoro, who was sitting across from him.
“What?” Sanji had half expected his voice to crack.
Zoro looked him directly in the eyes. “’Marimo’. Where the hell did you pick that up. You said you’ve never been to Japan right?”
Right. I said that too, huh? Sanji hadn’t meant to say it. He had planned on using his new weapon when everyone would be around to see Zoro’s reaction. And then he’d savor the opportunity to explain exactly what the word meant to the rest of their friends.
But even that hadn’t quite worked out as planned.
Zoro hadn’t been pissed or surprised. He had just looked at Sanji and that look had only fueled Sanji’s what? Lust? Insanity?
Sanji held back from visibly gnawing on his lip. We should’ve just sprinted to my place. Running wouldn’t be sitting. And staring. And waiting.
Zoro sat looking at him expectantly.
And talking. “Right, I, uhm,” he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell Zoro he’d googled it, “I was watching a TV special. On rare water foliage.”
“What? You often watch specials on water plants?”
“It was rare edible foliage?”
“You don’t fucking eat marimo. Though I guess a shitty cook like you might.”
“Call me a shitty cook again and I’ll shove some actual shit down your throat so you’ll have something for comparison.”
“The breakfast I had this morning was all the comparison I needed to realize you’ve been serving shit this entire time.”
“Are you trying to tell me that walking meat sack Patty is a better chef? You just fucking wait. When I’m done with you you’ll never be able to enjoy food made by someone else’s hands.”
Zoro was pretty sure he’d never be able to fully grasp what went on in the chef’s mind. Does he seriously think that threatening to serve me the best food I’ve ever eaten is discouraging?
He looked out the window behind Sanji. “You really do live right on the marina.”
“Not exactly.” Sanji turned to look behind him. “Oh, fuck! We missed our stop.” He reached up and yanked on the bell cord.
A grin made its way onto Zoro’s face. “Sorry? Was I the one who just pointed out that we’re off course?”
Suddenly Sanji’s head was clear. Zoro wasn’t freaking out. Zoro was completely poised. Sanji could only blame the awkwardness of the situation on himself. And there was no way he was going to lose his head over something the swordsman in front of him was handling with ease. He shook his head and let out a sigh of pity.
“Well, being directionally challenged, I guess you’ve got to take any victory you can get.” He hopped off the bus as the doors opened; Zoro was close behind.
They stood next to each other, watching as the bus pulled away. Sanji looked around to get a hold of his bearings and then turned to lock eyes with the swordsman.
The street was silent.
Only the occasional call of a seagull and the gently crashing waves broke the silence.
The silence was bearing down on him.
“Fuck this. We’re running.” And Sanji tore down the street, heading away from the ocean.
Zoro stood still. Watching the distance between him and the suit-clad blonde grow. “Does he really think I’m so desperate for a fuck that I’d go running after him?”
Zoro had never slept with a guy. He’d been dragged to a Halloween bash in The Castro one year and had been groped a plenty, but he had never been tempted.[1] The thought of exposing himself to a complete stranger had never held any sort of appeal for him.
There was no other time or place where he was more physically vulnerable than in the middle of sex
But Sanji wasn’t a stranger.
Quite the opposite, actually. Zoro was very much well-acquainted with the blonde’s physical capabilities.
The utter control he has over his limbs. His endurance. The strength in those legs. A contortionist’s flexibility.
Zoro found himself sprinting after Sanji.
It wasn’t desperation.
It was the thought of all the practical applications those fighting skills would have in bed. It would be a stupid opportunity to let slide.
He sped up. The blonde was quick and Zoro didn’t want to risk losing him around a corner. The distance eventually shrank and Sanji slowed to a stop in front of a high-rise. Only the slight tinge of pink coloring the pale cheeks and the stray strands of hair that clung to the back of his neck gave any hint of the sudden burst of cardio. Sanji’s breathing was slow and steady.
Stamina? Check. Zoro approved.
Sanji looked at Zoro with an air of indifference and pushed the large glass doors of the building open and walked into a lightly furnished room.
“You wouldn’t happen to live right here in the lobby, would you?”
Sanji looked offended. “And have a view of the falafel shop across the street? Nope. We’re going… up.” The elevator doors opened as if on cue.
Zoro grinned. “Oh? You sure you can handle the elevator? Wouldn’t you rather just run up the stairs?”
Sanji had been hoping the swordsman had missed or just brushed off his fidgeting. “You’re awful mouthy for a guy who’s just chased me this entire way.”
“Pretty sure my being ‘mouthy’ can only serve to benefit you.”
Sanji could feel the heat creeping up his face. Dammit! I’m the one who started this so why the hell am I blushing like a fucking high school girl?
He shoved the swordsman against the elevator wall, reiterating the words said earlier in the dojo, “There you go again, mouthing off without anything to back it up, Zoro,” and crushed his lips against teeth.
Zoro was caught off guard, but the adrenaline from the run helped him quickly get over the shock and his instincts took over as he accepted the rough kiss, the fingers of one hand gripping Sanji’s hip while the other was splayed against neck, reinforcing the contact.
And it was rough.
It was neither tender nor passionate. There were no pretenses. It was simply raw.
Sanji had a hand pressed flat against the wall above Zoro’s shoulder and as the elevator doors slid open with a light ding his fingers curled into the other man’s shirt, pulling as he stumbled backwards out the elevator, refusing to break the contact for any reason other than to take another breath.
Zoro pulled away just as Sanji backed into the apartment door directly across from the elevators. “Shouldn’t we…” There was a jingle of keys and Sanji nudged the door open, slipping off his shoes and blazer as he stepped further into the dark apartment. “Well, that’s convenient.” He followed the blonde in and kicked the door shut before pulling off his boots.
Sanji stood a few feet ahead. He dropped his tie on the floor and began unbuttoning from the top of his shirt. His gaze never left the dark eyes before him.
Zoro walked forward and bent his head down to sweep his lips over the exposed neck as his hand worked to undo the blonde’s leather belt and untuck the dress shirt. Sanji began guiding him down a hall which eventually opened into a large room with a huge window that covered half of the back wall, through which there was a perfect view of the ocean and the Golden Gate Bridge. I can see why he’d choose this over the falafel shop.
“We’re not doing it in my fucking kitchen.” Sanji tugged him into another room where heavy curtains blocked out the sun, not yet high in the sky. Zoro had lost his shirt at some point on their way over. He pulled off his pants which were already half undone.
Sanji pushed Zoro down to sit at the edge of his bed as he shimmied out of his slacks. They stilled, taking a moment to check each other out.
Zoro reached over and pulled the blonde towards him. Sanji was all lean muscle and milky white skin. “How the hell do you stay in shape when you never actually do shit.”
Sanji scoffed and planted his knees on the bed, straddling Zoro’s lap. “Just because I don’t spend every waking second lifting weights doesn’t mean I completely forgo working out. The real question is why you don’t look like our dear Governator with your daily training regimen.”[2]
Zoro felt Sanji shiver as he slid his hands up the exposed thighs to rest on slim hips. “Because I don’t take steroids and I’m well fed.” He pulled Sanji closer to him and ground their underwear clad arousals together.
Sanji bit back a moan at the motion. Up to this point they had carefully avoided acknowledging the hard-ons that had been clearly visible through their clothes, choosing to instead simply dip their toes in. But this. This was Sanji jumping into shark infested waters. He pushed Zoro’s back into the bed and trailed a tongue up and over the scarred torso as his hand made its way beneath the waistband of the black boxers.
He tentatively dragged one finger up the length of Zoro’s member, grinning against hard abs as he was rewarded with a soft moan. With more confidence he fully wrapped his fingers around the thick heat and began pumping. Zoro tensed beneath him before letting out a low growl.
Sanji felt the grip on his waist tighten and suddenly he found himself sprawled under the tanned body as he was flipped over. He let out his own moan as Zoro’s knee pressed up between his legs. Sanji reached out, tugging on Zoro’s boxers. Zoro complied and yanked them off before pulling down Sanji’s boxerbriefs.
Zoro began to stroke Sanji’s throbbing erection and bent low to nip at his lips before delving back into his mouth.
Sanji returned the kiss in full force, tongue battling for dominance. He gasped for breath as Zoro’s strokes quickened in pace. His lips traced Zoro’s strong jaw as he pulled the rough hand away from him. He ran a tongue over Zoro’s three dangling earrings and whispered, “If I had wanted to get-off from a hand job, then you wouldn’t be here.”
A shiver ran down Zoro’s spine. He wasn’t sure whether it was because of his ear’s sensitivity or because of Sanji’s words. Either way, his hands slipped further down to rest on muscled thighs as he pushed Sanji’s legs further apart.
“Hey. Why the hell am I the one on-“
“You’re the bottom. Take it like a man.” Zoro smirked.
Everything else had been on autopilot. Touching. Exploring. They both knew how to work an erection. It was easy and simple and completely instinct-driven.
He knew what to do. But his complete lack of experience with a guy made him hesitate.
They were motionless. It felt like they were holding their breath.
“If you want me to take it like a man, then you need to stop giving it like a woman.” Sanji squirmed uncomfortably. He wasn’t necessarily averse to being the catcher. He was just going to have to make sure the fucker didn’t mistake it for him submitting.
“What the hell does that even mean?” Zoro suddenly felt awkward, hovering over Sanji, unsure of how to take the next step.
“It means do something with your fucking dick because I’m starting to forget that you actually have one!”
A deep rumble of laughter made its way out Zoro’s mouth. “Just how many times are you going to ask me to fuck you today, love-cook?”
Sanji glared up at him. “I wouldn’t have bothered if I had known just how long it’d take for you to get to the actual fucking, marimo.”
A finger pressed at Sanji’s puckered opening. His breathing sped up with anticipation. Then Zoro removed his hand and rested his forehead against Sanji’s shoulder, sighing.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any lube?”
Sanji was the one who burst out laughing this time. “I don’t even fucking care anymore! There’s lotion on the night stand, maybe some Vaseline in the drawers? Unless you want to get up? Then there’s oil in the kitchen and conditioner in the bathroom and I’m sure-“ Sanji was silenced by a kiss.
“You talk way too fucking much.” Zoro could feel Sanji smile against his mouth. He reached over and grabbed the lotion from the stand. He twisted off the cap in order to bypass the restrictive pump.
Zoro grinned.
And everything was put back in motion.
He coated his fingers and positioned them back at Sanji’s entrance, easing one finger in slowly. Zoro curled his finger and stroked the walls of hot flesh. Sanji dropped his head back against the bed, taking shallow breaths. Zoro pushed in a second finger and began making slow scissoring motions.
Shiit. He’s tight. Way too tight. “Hey, if you don’t loosen up, this isn’t going to happen.”
Sanji’s head had fallen to the side, but he looked up, eyes dark and hooded, gave a slight nod and closed his eyes, willing himself to relax. He focused on slowing his breathing and gradually began pushing back at the fingers.
Zoro felt the change and immediately slipped a third finger in. He worked the three fingers in and out, slowly stretching the tight passage.
Sanji groaned. “Fucker. Ah- if I have to say it one more fucking time…nghh…”
Zoro pulled his fingers out. “Right. Right.” He leaned down and nipped at Sanji’s lips, slicking up his long neglected member. “Let’s get to the fucking.”
After positioning himself at the opening, he sought out Sanji’s eyes. He took in the slightly parted lips and the blonde hair framing crystal blue eyes.
I fucking love those eyes. Zoro pressed forward, watching the flushed face below him for any sign of pain or discomfort.
Sanji squeezed his eyes shut and Zoro stopped. He cracked one lid open. “Keep going. I’m fine.” Zoro didn’t look convinced. “Fucking shit, Zoro. If we’re doing this then we sure as hell aren’t doing it half-assed. Pun intended. Now fucking MOVE.” Zoro pushed himself the rest of the way in.
Sanji clutched at the bedsheets as Zoro pulled out just the slightest before thrusting back in. He repeated the motion, pulling out a bit more each time. Sanji’s hips began meeting every thrust, his back arching as a steady rhythm was set.
“Mnn, shit Sanji… you’re so,” he thrust in, “fucking,” he pulled out, “hot.” Another thrust.
Sanji wrapped his legs around Zoro, heels digging into hard muscles. And then Zoro angled in just right and Sanji couldn’t hold back. He let out a sharp cry and draped an arm over his eyes.
Zoro paused at the pleasure-laced voice. “Found the spot, then?” Sanji defiantly clenched around the shaft still seated deep inside him. Zoro groaned, “Oi, fuck, don’t do that!” and he tightened his grip on the bony hip as he continued to move.
Sanji choked out a chuckle. “Whatever, I bet it was just a fluke anyways. There’s no way you’d be able to get to the same place twice with your navigational abilities.”
Zoro thrust in hard and deep, smirking as Sanji cried out again. He quickened his pace, making sure to hit that same spot with each stab. His breath came out in short puffs as he fought to keep up his speed, basking in the loud moans that Sanji was no longer bothering to stifle.
“You should know better than anyone just how good my aim is with my swords, ero-chef.” Zoro could feel the pressure building up. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, especially with Sanji’s rhythmic clenching.
“Fu-fuuck. Ahh.. Zoro.. I.. ngghnnn… shit. Harder.”
Zoro grunted. He felt like coming with just that request. He picked up his pace even more, slamming in harder as Sanji got louder with each thrust.
Initially, Sanji had had every intention of pretending he wasn’t feeling it nearly as much as he actually was. But each time he had looked up at the man above him he had been met with piercing lust-filled eyes and Zoro’s heavy panting and the way his mouth and hands never stopped wandering and each shock of pleasure that shot up his spine had completely driven the thought away.
In fact, it had driven away every thought except for the need to find release.
He gasped for air as their rhythm slowly broke down. Sanji began to tremble as he neared the edge. He lost it as Zoro reached down and began pumping him. Sanji shuddered as orgasmic pleasure washed over him. He barely registered the spread of warm stickiness as Zoro stilled above him after a handful of sporadic thrusts.
Their lips met, teeth nipping at skin in a sloppy kiss. Zoro gave a few more thrusts as he rode out his orgasm. His slipped out of Sanji and lowered the slightly quivering legs as he finally dropped face first into the bed beside him, arm draped over the blonde’s defined stomach. Sanji pulled at the blankets bunched up at the end of the bed and covered them both before drifting to sleep.
oOoOoOoOo
vhhhrrrr
vhhhhrrr
Sanji cracked an eye open. Sunlight was spilling in from the open door. He grumbled as he pushed Zoro’s arm off him, reaching for his pants on the floor.
It was Nami. He cleared his throat before answering. “Namiiii swaaann what can I do for you?”
[ Ahhh? Sanji? Huh… I was expecting Zoro, but…]
Sanji froze. He felt the blood drain out of his face. Oh. Fuck.
“Uh. I can… I can explain.”
[ Well, I’d certainly hope you could. Seeing as how I called your phone and all. Unless… Why, Sanji! Are you saying that Zoro answering your phone was a possibility? Or did you think that you had accidentally picked up Zoro’s phone instead of your own? ]
Sanji pressed his palm into his forehead. He could practically hear Nami’s grin over the phone.
[ How curious. Well, I was just asked to see if you’d be so kind as to ask Zoro whether or not Ace is going to need to cover for him for the rest of the day. ]
“Ahh, my love, why would you ever think that I would be the best person to pass on such a message?”
[ Because Usopp stopped by the dojo this morning and was told that you and Zoro had left together. No one’s been able to reach either of you ever since. ]
Sanji knew any further attempts at trying to play dumb would be a complete waste. “We’ll be there before dinner.”
[ We’ll be looking forward to it. ]
She hung up. He threw the phone back on the floor. He rubbed his face and fully sat up, looking down at the figure next to him. Zoro was lazily watching him through barely open eyes. “Ace wanted to know when you’d be back.” Zoro let out a yawn and made to get up.
The guy looks so tired. Sanji guiltily remembered that Zoro had been working on a boat repair earlier that morning. He was probably there a lot earlier than me, too.
He lightly pushed Zoro back onto the bed. “I’m going to take a shower first. I’ll wake you when I’m done.”
Zoro watched Sanji pull a towel down from a closet shelf. He thought he saw the naked man wince as he reached up, but the expression was fleeting and Sanji was completely composed as he padded to the bathroom. Zoro made a mental note to check on how the blonde was doing later. He turned over and fell back asleep.
Sanji steadied himself on the bathroom counter. This must be why women aren’t always just raring to go at it. Fuuck my ass hurts. He stepped into the steaming shower and let the heat ease his soreness. It wouldn’t do for him to be limping around all day.
oOoOoOoOoOo
They were sitting on a bus.
Zoro had showered and changed back into his clothes, but he was still half asleep.
The silence was comfortable. Everything had been comfortable. And Sanji was thankful for that. Where he sat now, watching the way Zoro’s head fell forward as he occasionally nodded off, there were no regrets.
The bus hit a pothole and Zoro jerked awake. Sanji let out a quiet laugh and Zoro shot him a look of annoyance before letting out another yawn.
“Hey, y’know, since I’ve taken time off, I can always cover for you at Vivi’s if you ever just needed to spend a night back at your own place.”
“What happened to me being your chaperone?”
Sanji wasn’t amused. “It’s almost been a month already. And it’s not like you’re actually keeping an eye on me, either. Poisoning her food would be all too easy while I cook.”
Zoro quirked an eyebrow up. “You really need to work on this whole persuasion thing. But I’ve been meaning to ask, how the hell did you get Chakka and Pell to let you anywhere near her, anyways? They seemed so set on prolonging your exclusion, yet there you were the next day. I highly doubt your background check cleared overnight.”
“I asked Robin to put in a good word for me with the king.”
“…you knew?”
He gave Zoro a look of disdain. “Of course I knew. Unlike you, I like being informed. And when I realized that I didn’t know shit about Alabasta, I did some research, which wasn’t easy, by the way, place has a media blackout, but ignorance isn’t very attractive.” He looked out the window. “This is us.”
Zoro stretched as he followed Sanji off the bus. He was feeling quite refreshed after their post-coital nap. It was barely three in the afternoon by the time they had left Sanji’s apartment. Zoro had gotten in a good three hours of shut-eye and Sanji had made them a late lunch.
Not to mention that he had just had the best fuck he had had in a long while. Even with all the awkward bits. But for Sanji? The way he held himself was… off. There was something about the blonde’s walk that seemed slightly off balance. Sanji wasn’t limping, but it almost looked like he wanted to.
“Oi.” He walked next Sanji and placed a hand at the small of his back. “You alright?”
Sanji pulled away, throwing an icy look at Zoro. “I’m fine. Don’t look down on me, asshole.” He stormed into Vivi’s building. Zoro rolled his eyes and followed him in.
When they walked through the door to Vivi’s apartment they were greeted with the beaming faces of Ace and Nami. Sanji silently steeled himself for what was coming. He hadn’t quite figured out how he was going to deal with Nami and Robin’s inevitable prying.
“Glad you guys were able to finally make it over. I hope I didn’t call while you were, ah, busy?” Sanji wondered if Nami was related to the Cheshire Cat.
He quickly decided he’d play her game of not-so-subtle innuendos that would ultimately last all day. Maybe she’ll tire of it before too long?
“Ohh Nami, dearest-“
“No, we were done fucking by the time you called. Though I didn’t appreciate being woken up by a goddamn phone for the second time today.” Zoro swiped Ace’s bottle of beer as he made his way to the couch. He looked back at the silence that followed. All three pairs of eyes were staring at him. He flicked the TV on.
They’ll get over it.
Footnotes:
[1]: The Castro! Is pretty much the place to be gay in the bay. It was also home to One of The Largest Halloween parties in the nation (world?). But there was a shooting in 2006 and the city shut it down.
[2]: We’re all well aware that Arnie Schwarzenegger of Terminator fame is the current (not for much longer!) governor of California, yes? [written: April 30, 2010] Maybe I shouldn’t include time sensitive info, buuut it works for now =D.
Chapter 09