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silentsamlikesham · 5 months

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Sanji was aware that Zoro could speak with a sword in his mouth. He was not aware he could pull the same trick with a dick in his mouth...or what happens when these two almost get caught in the Crow's Nest.

My first time writing smut in a while... no beta, just a read over so hope it reads okay 😅

Wordcount: 2,807

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"You've been pissing me off all day." Sanji growls, the side of his foot making satisfying contact with the side of Zoro's head. He surprises the swordsman who had dropped his weights when Sanji had appeared in the room. He doesn't know what the Cook's problem is, but he isn't going to entertain it for long.

"Bastard." Zoro rams himself forward, his head pushing through Sanji's stomach and slamming him into the wall of the crow's nest with a sickening crunch.

"Damn you." Sanji coughs, ignoring the pain so he can bring his knee up to uppercut the swordsman. Zoro had been teasing him all day, and now the fucker is playing dumb. The way he ate dinner was a sin, his eyes catching Sanji's as he licked sauce off his fingers, practically taunting him in front of the whole crew!

Zoro's face is flicked upwards, blood spilling from the side of his lip as his teeth rattle. Their glares meet with the usual flash of lightning and Zoro realises he's wrapped his arms around the cook, his chin resting on Sanji's abdomen after the attack. What had this idiot all fired up?

"That fucking hurt, ero-cook."

"Cry me a river, Mosshead." Zoro looks ready to murder him, his arms twitching as if he's going to pull back and reach for a sword. Sanji thinks briefly about kneeing him again, maybe angling a sharp kick right between Zoro's legs. That'd make him sorry...

Instead, Sanji drifts a gentle hand to Zoro's face. His thumb swipes away the blood while his fingers curl around the other's cheek. Zoro hates that he leans into the warmth, that his fury is melting into another type of fire, one that pools itself lower in his gut.

"Fuck you."

"Do you want to?" Sanji purrs. "I thought you were getting on your knees for another reason."

"I'm not-" Zoro stills, when he'd thrown himself forward he had lunged with both legs. His knees were currently tensed inches from the floor.

Sanji laughs as Zoro looks down at the ground in surprise, deciding not to let the idiot overthink and back out of this. He pushes heavily on Zoro's shoulders, enjoying the panicked grunt as he falls heavily to his knees.

"What's wrong darling, need a pillow?" Sanji grabs at the short hairs at the back of Zoro's head, pulling ruthlessly at them as he contorts Zoro's neck back, forcing Zoro to meet his eye.

Zoro represses a shiver at the possessive shine in Sanji's gaze as he looks the swordsman up and down in this position. His biceps twitch in anticipation, his body hotwired to push back against the bastard. He swallows the urge to tug the blonde down, to draw a sword against the humiliation he faces when he gives in to the Cook like this. But he doesn't, he can't.

Instead, his eyes fall to the silver zip on Sanji's dress pants, his tongue wetting his lips as he catches on to what the Cook is asking of him.

"Shut up." Zoro emphasises his words by pushing his face into Sanji's crotch, his tongue hot and wet against the fabric of the pants. Sanji bucks in surprise, his head hitting back against wood as two large hands push his hips steadily against the wall.

"Fuck." Sanji breathes slowly, watching Zoro's teeth pull at his zip while one hand undoes the button above. Without any warning or gentleness, Zoro rips any fabric in his way down to Sanji's ankles, his eyes falling smugly on the half-hard cock in front of him.

"What, this is not hot enough for you, Blondie?" Sanji flushes pink from the grin Zoro flashes him. Oh, he fucking hated him.

"I guess it's just not the same when you take charge." Sanji tsks, knowing how riled up the other got whenever Sanji pointed out how submissive Zoro could be when they were alone like this.

"Is that a challenge, eh?"

The response is...unexpected. Sanji tries to swallow through the dryness that has just built in his mouth. Zoro doesn't sound riled up, instead he glances from his hyper-focus on Sanji's dick to the blonde's face. His eyes look as terrifying as they often do in the middle of battle, when the true demon inside the bonehead comes out.

"So what if it is." Sanji retorts, remembering where one of his hands is and pushes his nails into Zoro's skull as he pushes his head towards him, shivering as Zoro's breath hits his cock.

Zoro just chuckles as he ducks his head away from where Sanji is leading him. His lips land on his inner thigh instead, a kiss quickly turning to a nip. Sanji lets out a choked gasp at the sharp pain, stopping his other leg from crashing into the side of Zoro's body on reflex.

"Fucking, damn it." Sanji groans as Zoro litters more nips from his thigh to his hip. The closest he gets to feeling those tantalising lips on his cock is when Zoro ghosts over it on his way to Sanji's other leg.

His cock pulses, becoming fully erect as Zoro uses his hands to reach behind Sanji, massaging into his ass as long fingers almost reach between his crack.

"Something the matter?" Zoro hums, placing his mouth against one of Sanji's balls, licking a strip across as the Cook quivers in his hands.

Sanji doesn't grace the teasing with a response. Instead he grips the side of Zoro's face with his other hand, using both of them to push the Mosshead's lips against his dick, a moan being wretched from his body as without pause Zoro licks up his length, only stopping his course to lick under the head and wrap his lips around the tip.

"Fuuuuck." Sanji moans, both hands sliding down to Zoro's shoulders so he can dig his nails into thick skin. He enjoys feeling the shiver that travels down Zoro's spine in response.

He can feel Zoro's lips stretch around him as he smirks. But Sanji doesn't have time to be upset about that because Zoro has started to bob his head, his lips moving lower with each dip of his head. A hand grips the back of Zoro's neck, encouraging him to pick up his pace.

The sounds bouncing off the walls of the crow's nest are obscene, the wet squelch of Sanji's dick as Zoro coats it in saliva, the choked grunts coming from the Marimo's stretched mouth and the hot pants breaking from Sanji's throat.

The blonde is so focused on those sounds, on the wet heat and sometimes sharp teeth in the green oaf's mouth that he misses the echo of steps beneath them. The pair miss the familiar sound of shoes on iron rungs as someone climbs up the side of the mast, heading for the hatch to the Crow's nest.

It's reflex alone that has Zoro throw a leg at the hatch, moving from resting on his right knee to it pushing out to the side in a deep lunge, his foot just in reach to slam down on the hatch that only opened a centimeter or two.

"Oi!" A familiar shriek can be heard muffled beneath them. "What the hell! Let me in!"

Both of them have gone completely still as Usopp pounds on the hatch.

No one on the crew knew about their recent...arrangement. They'd been pretty good at hiding it, using their watch schedule and dishes rota to steal enough alone time to satisfy one another. Their eyes met showing equal embarrassment and worry.

Sanji is pretty sure he would have lost his arousal but the brute had kept his mouth latched around him. Even now Zoro's tongue moved around his dick, flicking at a vein as Sanji uses all his restraint not to make a sound. Zoro is meant to be the one up here training, Sanji is meant to be in the pantry doing a stock check.

"Piss off!"

Sanji's eyes widen as his eyebrow pushes up to his hairline. His eyes are torn from the hatch, now fixed on the Marimo who hasn't moved his mouth. Sanji wonders for a moment was it himself that spoke? But no, with just the briefest movement of his lips and a strong vibration rattling through his mouth, Zoro speaks again.

"I'm training."

The swordsman is somehow speaking as clearly as ever, looking undisturbed by the dick that is filling the majority of his mouth. Sharp eyes turn to glance at his expression, Zoro being drawn to him when he feels Sanji's dick twitch and pulse inside him.

The cook has gone red, bright tomato red. It's one of the hottest things Zoro has ever seen. Is he that turned on by almost getting caught? Kinky fucker.

"I'm looking for Sanji!" Usopp yells, his fist hitting off the hatch again.

"And why the hell would he be up here?" Zoro retorts, a finger disappearing into Sanji's ass, massaging over his hole as Sanji bites his lip to stay silent. His nails draw blood on Zoro's neck in response to the cheap shot.

"I want a view of the ship! He's not in the galley." Usopp is pushing against the hatch again. The weird position Zoro is in to keep it closed isn't letting him use his full weight or strength and the hatch trembles beneath his boot as Usopp struggles.

"Well he's not on the deck either." Zoro stops focusing on talking and sucks the head of Sanji's dick, forcing the cook to bang his head off the wall, pain blossoming from his skull as he swallows a shout.

"Oi, what was that? You alright?"

"You're distracting me, idiot. Want me to open the hatch and spar with you instead?"

Sanji glares at the mention of opening the crow's nest, but Zoro just raises a brow at the mix of pleasure and anger pulling at the cook's face. He looks adorable when he's pissed off.

"Ah! No! No, that's alright! The great captain Usopp needs no such training! I'm going to go find Sanji now-" The voice gets fainter with each word as Usopp races as far from Zoro as he can get.

Zoro drags his mouth teasingly off the Cook's cock with a loud pop. Sanji groans as the loss of the heat, moving his head groggily to look down at the devilish grin on the other's face.

"So, that turned you on, huh? Knew you were a pervert."

Huh?

"What are you talking about, Marimo?" Sanji's knees are starting to tremble, he can feel Zoro taking some of his weight with his grip on his ass.

"If I knew almost getting caught would make you blush like this-" Zoro pauses to fondle one of Sanji's balls, enjoying the slight knee buckle it elicits as Zoro steadies the blonde by pushing him more harshly against the wall. "I wouldn't have made such an effort to stay quiet when we were in the galley."

Sanji is confused, his body is starting to feel like it's on fire, the warmth of his arousal fighting against the cold of the room. Goosebumps decorate his legs anywhere that Zoro isn't pressed against. He tries to focus on what the other is saying, ignoring how close he is to his release.

"I don't want to get caught, moron." Sanji huffs, trying to thrust himself closer to Zoro's face, but the swordsman holds him in place, seemingly mesmerised as he stares at Sanji's face without blinking.

"Then what got you so worked up there?" Zoro asks, refusing to finish what he started, desperate for the piece of the puzzle he's missing.

"You. Fucking secret ventriloquist powers." Sanji accuses, not being able to continue looking at Zoro as he feels his own blush creeping down his chest at the admission. He hated giving his rival any hints at what riled him up, hated knowing Zoro would use it against him at every conceivable moment. Of course, it also made Sanji pleased to think Zoro would do it again, do it again to please him.

"Huh?" Zoro is not expecting that to be what comes out of the Cook's mouth. He's seen Zoro speak with a sword in his mouth most days, was it really such a shock he could do it with a dick in his mouth instead?

Zoro holds back a laugh as he takes Sanji's dick deep into his mouth again without any warning. He feels his own erection twitch as Sanji is able to get a leg over one of his shoulders, drawing the other closer and not leaving any room for him to retreat again.

"This turns you on?" Zoro does his best to keep any mumbling out of his words, making them as clear as he can.

Sanji groans, pushing Zoro down his dick, getting his own back when the mosshead almost chokes, growling around his cock.

"Yes, you fucking monster. I thought your little sword trick was a speciality. But this? This makes me think you must have the filthiest fucking mouth in the Grand Line."

Zoro preens from the insinuation, taking the taunt as a compliment. He'll show the Cook just how filthy he can be.

He starts sucking the other off with proper focus, using one of his hands to grab the bottom of Sanji's length. He doesn't falter this new pace despite the scars being scratched into his neck and shoulders. He doesn't even blink as tears build in his eyes and Sanji's weight drops on him as the blonde turns to jelly above him.

"Come for me, Curley." Zoro moans, taking Sanji's dick right to the back of his throat as he orders him.

The Cook's whimpering is music to his ears. He tries to enjoy the symphony of pants and moans before they disappear, but as always, it's over before he can get the fill he wants. Not that it matters, the come that fills his throat is worth it, as is the last strangled yelp Sanji finishes with before his body melts against the wall.

Zoro helps him gently slide to the ground, tracing soothing circles into Sanji's sides until the Cook can focus on him again.

"That's- That's not fair." Sanji groans, his hands coming up to rub at his face as he tries to bring himself back to some state of sanity.

Zoro just laughs at the complaint, pushing himself forward until his head is nestled into the crook of Sanji's neck. He takes in the familiar scent of spiced fish and cigarettes, enjoying the smell of sweat and sex mingling in with Sanji's usual scent. Sanji's leg is forced to follow him, bending up against his chest. Zoro gives it an impressed look, always happy to play with the other's flexibility.

"Life's not fair, Ero-Cook."

Sanji wants to drive his leg downwards through Zoro's skull, but he's not sure he currently has the strength to do so. He's also rather enjoying the other being pressed against him like a heated blanket, the chill in the room becoming recognisable again as he's coming down from his rush.

"Oi, I can't touch you if you're pressed against me like this." Sanji points out, once he's caught his breath. The hardness pressed against this abdomen evidently undealt with.

"Shut up, pervert. I'm comfy." Zoro mutters, his eyelids heavy as he wraps his arm around Sanji's thigh that's pressed against the Cook's chest, hugging it like some kind of blanket.

"Huh?" Sanji groans, panicking as he realises the heavy idiot is starting to nod off. "Let me put my pants back on before you fall asleep you neanderthal."

This is not the position for Sanji to join him in a nap. His dick is wet. His legs are spread apart, the stretch not bothering him but the cold wood on his ass is definitely uncomfortable. Not to mention the sniper is going to alert the whole crew about his disappearance if he doesn't go see what he wants.

"Oi! Move." He hisses, pushing against Zoro with little success.

"M'comfy." Zoro groans, pulling Sanji closer as his arms tense around the other.

Sanji sighs, pulling a cigarette from his blazer, that he'd somehow kept on throughout the ordeal.

"You have till I finish this, then I'm going to go find Usopp."

Zoro frowns, not liking the idea of their night coming to such an abrupt end.

He's brought out of the despair by long fingers tugging at his chin though, Sanji leveling him with a scathing look.

"And then I'm coming back up here to deal with you."

Zoro can see Sanji's eyes hungrily watching his Adam's apple as he swallows hard. Any teasing gone from the Cook's tone and is replaced with an intensity that always leaves Zoro breathless.

He could wait.