Sanji hung his legs around Zoro’s waist, pulling him closer with every thrust the swordsman made. He was moaning and repeating something inaudible. Zoro was panting heavily and now he knew what Sanji most felt like, when he said that the room was spinning. He was getting the same experience with every thrust and push, feeling like he was going to pass out from the wonderful feeling he had. Sanji’s golden hair was now covering both of his eyes, shining in the dim night light with every movement. Zoro’s eyes were fixed on him, stunned about the fact how much he liked this. Being with Sanji like this, he had never thought it would be this good. There would be trouble later, but he didn’t care about that. Nothing mattered but Sanji.
“Zoro~~” Sanji moaned repeatedly and sank his fingers on the other man’s shoulders. Swordsman just hissed and leaned closer so that more of their bodies would be touching. Zoro’s other hand found it’s way to Sanji’s cock and he wrapped his fingers around it, starting to pump him fast. Sanji moaned and pushed upwards to Zoro, breathing heavily in his ear. The cook nibbled at this lobe, sucking his earrings between his teeth and playing with them. Soon he bit the man’s ear lightly and made Zoro growl and thrust harder. “No biting, kuso-cook…” He told the man, but hoped that his request would be ignored. He liked that when Sanji bit him, if he didn’t bite too hard that is. It made something in his stomach flip and his cock twitch. Very arousing. But he didn’t want the drunken man to know that. He was better just believing that Zoro didn’t like it at all.
Zoro felt himself coming closer and closer to the edge, so he pumped Sanji harder. Goddamn it, he wouldn’t be the first to release! Good thing that the cook was drunk, so he didn’t care about trying to hold on longer than Zoro. It wasn’t long until Sanji spilled himself with satisfied moans. His fluids spread on Zoro’s hand, lower stomach and Sanji’s shirt. Zoro didn’t hold on much longer after him either, and he came inside the other man. Sanji didn’t seem to mind it ‘cos he purred pleasantly when the warm substance filled him.
Zoro collapsed on him, resting his head against Sanji’s shoulder and panted heavily. Sanji snuggled at him for awhile until he went limp, lost consciousness again. Zoro sat up slowly and stared at the cook with a small smile on his lips. Guess the cook was staying then.
Zoro covered the cook with the blanket so that he wouldn’t get cold. The swordsman himself gathered his clothes and put them on before laying down on the other edge of the bed. Didn’t take long until he fell asleep too.
Morning lights woke Zoro. He cracked one eye open to see if the cook was still with him. He was and he was still sleeping. Golden hair spread across his pillow and blanket covering everything else. It was rare for Zoro to be the first one to wake up, usually he needed to be kicked awake. He didn’t know what to do so he just laid there, staring at the ceiling. He could get up and go train, but he felt like he should be there when the cook would wake up. Explain to him why he was pantless and in bed with Zoro, then hope he didn’t freak out about it. But knowing the cook, he would. Sanji was such a drama queen…
After awhile Zoro got tired of waiting. How long was the cook gonna sleep? The swordsman poked at the dozing lump with a low “Oi, hentai-cook.” Sanji mumbled something but didn’t wake up so Zoro poked him again with little more force. This time he woke up. The blonde’s face popped under the covers and he blinked lazily. His hair was messy and his face was flushed. “Itai…” He murmured massaging his head with one hand. His head hurt like hell and Sanji had no clue where he was exactly. He remembered something about a girl from last night, so he assumed that he was with her. But Sanji had to rethink that image when he realized that his ass was hurting too. That was very, very odd… Oh and wait, didn’t the girl have unusually low voice?
Sanji lift his gaze and found Zoro there, lying next to him. Total shock was visible in his eyes and he couldn’t say or do anything for a while. He just stared and tried to figure out why was Zoro there with him. The swordsman just stared back at him with a blunt look that didn’t help anything. “Baka-bushido…?” The cook finally managed, like trying to figure out if he really was seeing the other man. “The hell you doing in my…” Quick glance around told Sanji that it in fact wasn’t his room, but it was Zoro’s. “What the hell am I doing in here?” He asked then and sat up, holding his aching head. As the covers moved with him, Sanji came to realize the absence of his slacks. “And where are my pants?!?”
Zoro sat up with the other man, letting him get to know the situation before he would say anything. He rolled his eyes lightly when the cook asked about his pants. Sanji looked so damn out of everything, just staring at him with mouth open. Zoro just wanted to stick his own tongue in the other man’s mouth and remind him. But he didn’t since something in Sanji’s features told him not to. “Itai…” Sanji murmured and fixed his position so that his ass wouldn’t hurt so much. It took few seconds before he realized what that meant. He then continued to stare at Zoro, horrified and kinda scared looking look on his face.
“Stop staring, idiot.” Zoro muttered, wanting the cook to say something. “The hell happened?” Sanji asked even if he was pretty sure about it, he just wanted to confirm that it was true. He so hoped it wasn’t. Zoro’s answer destroyed that hope once and for all. “You were drunk and you came here and… wanted to play.” The swordsman tried to explain but he felt like he wasn’t doing a good job at it. “You… you fucked me?” Sanji’s eyes were wide with horror, and Zoro just nodded feeling embarrassed. Very disturbing when Sanji didn’t remember the thing and Zoro hated that look on his face. Was it so goddamn bad? Did the cook hate him really so badly or was he just homophobic? The swordsman wanted to explain that he had no choice since Sanji had begged him to do it and Zoro really had no control when it came to the blonde man.
“You…” Sanji started, mouth still hanging open. “You raped me!” He then snapped and Zoro looked at him comically. “You wanted it!” He defended. “I was goddamn drunk and you took advantage of me, you fucking kuso-marimo!” Sanji yelled with rage taking over his shocked features. Zoro just barely dodged the flying kick that came under the covers with massive speed. This was the most angriest he had ever seen the cook to be. Zoro realized that he really had no place arguing with the accusation. The next kick hit him in the head and sent the swordsman flying to the wall. Before he could react anything more, the cook was there too and his hands were on Zoro’s throat, choking him and yelling: “You goddamn raped me!” That was quite shocking for the green haired one, but he didn’t even touch the cook. Why the hell wasn’t he able to control his urges? Why had he done that to the cook? Sanji had all the reason to be mad, hell, he had all the reasons to kill the swordsman.
“Just kill me if you want to…” Zoro managed to say with a hoarse voice. Sanji was filled with rage and he squeezed little bit harder, feeling the man’s pulse under his fingers. Soon it would start slowing down if he kept this up. Sanji grind his teeth and stared at the other with murder in his eyes before letting go. The cook left him lying there and returned to the bed. Zoro didn’t move for awhile, just panted and evened his breath. There was a heavy silence between the two men for a long time, but then something caught Zoro’s attention. Soft sobs and quick breaths coming from Sanji’s direction. The swordsman froze and listened carefully, was he wrong or was the cook really crying? Zoro sat up and stared at the other man’s back, asking: “Oi, you crying?”
“No.” Sanji snorted but the sob was clearly heard from his voice. Zoro felt bad for him, felt bad for what he had done to the cook. He had raped him. Damn, he really raped the guy! Zoro swallowed hard, feeling a unfamiliar pain in his chest. It was far worse than the pain what he felt when he saw Sanji howling around the girls. Worse than what he had felt when Mihawk opened his front. The swordsman crawled closer and placed a hand on Sanji’s shoulder. “I’m sorry… I just… Sorry…” He whispered. Sanji just sobbed behind his hair and thought about everything. He always had had a thing for the marimo-head and sure he had fantasized about them together but not like this. He had never thought of being raped by the other man. Sanji had decided that it had been a rape, since he himself didn’t remember being a part of it. He was disappointed. More of himself than Zoro, but of course he wouldn’t say that to the other man. The swordsman probably didn’t even care…
Zoro placed himself next to the cook and wiped of couple of tears with his thumb. Sanji didn’t move away nor flinch, he just sat there, waiting for what the swordsman would do next. “I’m sorry…” Zoro wrapped his arms around the cook, pulling him closer and squeezing lightly. He sunk his face in the golder hair and whispered: “I’m so sorry… I… shouldn’t… Please, forgive me…”
Sanji was frozen, tears still flowing. He was moved by the fact that Zoro cared, that the swordsman hadn’t just walked away. The cook felt like such a girl for crying and a faint blush appeared on his face. He was about to open his mouth to speak but suddenly he felt something wet on his neck. Little head tilting proved that now it was Zoro crying. Roronoa Zoro was goddamn crying because of Sanji! The cook stared at him, shocked once again, then he wrapped his other arm around the man’s shoulder. He didn’t feel angry anymore, he just felt hurt. Not because of Zoro, but because he made the other man cry too.
“I’m sorry… Sanji, I love you, I’m sorry.” Zoro sobbed quietly. Sanji squeezed him hard and answered: “Don’t be sorry… I love you, Zoro.” He pressed his head against the other man’s chest, hearing his heartbeat. “Don’t hate me…” Swordsman pleaded wiping tears away from his own face now. “I don’t. I’m sorry, Zoro.” Sanji said back, lifting his head so that he was on eye level with the green haired one. “You have no need to be sorry.” Zoro replied and kissed the cook lightly. Sanji returned the kiss with gentleness and a fair smile. Well, who cares if he was there just because of some drunken night, he would never had the courage to come there sober anyways. But now that Sanji was there in Zoro’s arms, he didn’t want to leave. Just wanted to be held in those strong arms and feel secure.
Zoro laid down and pulled Sanji on top of him. Cook didn’t resist, just let himself be placed there. He felt the faintest hint of a growing erection in swordsman’s pants as his ass brushed against it, and he knew what the other man had in mind. Sanji didn’t mind that idea, but his ass sure did. It was still sore and he didn’t know if he could take it. But he sure wanted to. Wanted to feel Zoro and be able to remember it afterwards. Sanji kissed him and pushed Zoro’s pants down with his other hand.
“Be gentle with me…” He whispered in the other man’s ear and Zoro nodded silently. He didn’t want to hurt the other man anymore. Zoro placed himself to a better position and thrusted in. He did it slowly and with ease, carefully watching Sanji’s face for hints of displease. Blonde bit his own lip a little bit but didn’t protest. Of course it hurt but at the same time it felt so good too. What he always had wanted and longed for so long.
Sanji bit Zoro’s neck a little bit, making the swordsman let out a silent hiss. He pushed upwards little too strongly, making Sanji whimper in pain. “Sorry.” Zoro whispered and slowed down so much that it ached to tease himself that much. The swordsman put his other hand on Sanji’s back while other was steading his hips in a slow motion rhythm. The cook’s erection was stuck between them, rubbing on Zoro’s stomach. It felt good and the green haired one grinned before kissing the blonde.
It wasn’t long until both spilled themselves. Sanji would have to buy a new shirt, ‘cos that one had so much cum that it would never be clean again… Zoro was glad that his own shirt was white, so it was not so easy to notice cum on it.
Sanji rolled off of Zoro but stayed to lay there next to him. The swordsman put his arm around the cook and snuggled in his ear. “You smell nice…” He murmured and Sanji grinned. “This feels so strange.” He pointed out, snuggling on Zoro’s arm. “You and me…” Zoro was quiet little while before speaking: “So what are we now?” Sanji smiled at the question. “Lovers I think, if you have no problem with that.” Was the reply and Zoro just grinned and shook his head. “What about others? Tell them or keep it a secret?” That Sanji had to think about a little longer but before he could, the door swung open and the something smashed on top of the two men. The familiar “Nikuuuuu” cry told them it was the captain of the Strawhats. Luffy was poking both of his nakamas faces with a big grin on his own. “Damn it, Luffy, we’re on a motel! Go ask the manager!” Sanji yelled at him. He would’ve kicked the rubber man if he wouldn’t be without pants there.
“Luffy~!” Nami’s voice was heard from the hallway and soon she appeared on the door too. She paused as she saw that there where three men in the same bed but then she just grinned. “Luffy, we’re off to breakfast, aren’t you coming?” She asked and the captain jumped now to hang on the navigator. “Breakfast!” He was energetic as always and hungry as hell. Zoro couldn’t help but chuckle at the captain.
“You two coming?” Nami asked with a smirk and Zoro shook his head. “Nope, not that hungry.” Sanji was blushing like hell ‘cos Nami had seen him like that but he managed to put on a smile and reply: “Me neither.” The navigator nodded and winked at them before waving goodbye and leaving.
“You should have locked the door, baka-marimo!” Sanji huffed and kicked the other man lightly. “Well, sorry, but now we don’t have to worry about telling everyone.” Zoro grinned and poked Sanji’s cheek. The cook grinned back but kicked the swordsman again, just for poking him like that.
“Guess they’re okay with us then.” He said and Zoro nodded. “It’s okay to be gay.” And both started laughing. Sanji snuggled at Zoro, feeling happier than ever and Zoro buried his face in the golden hair that smelled like love.