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The hotel bar was dimly lit, all amber glow and polished wood, the kind of place where sailors spent their berries on drinks and met temporary lovers. Sanji sat at the corner booth with perhaps the most beautiful woman he’d encountered in months (excluding Nami and Robin of course). Her raven hair cascaded over her bare brown shoulders, her lips were painted the color of expensive wine and her eyes promised him a night of passion, something he sorely needed after weeks at sea with nothing but his hand.

“Another drink, my dear lady?” he asked smoothly, already signaling the bartender.

“I think we’ve had enough drinks. I have a room upstairs. You interested?” She purred, trailing one finger along his collar.

Sanji’s heart hammered in his chest as heat began to fill his stomach.

“Shall we?”

He stood, offering his arm like the gentleman he prided himself on being. Just then, the door slammed open with enough force to rattle bottles.

“Hey, Cook.”

Sanji’s eye twitched as Zoro strode in, an infuriating smirk already forming.

“Mosshead. What the hell are you doing here?”

“Drinking. Same thing as you.”

Zoro’s gaze slid to the woman then back to Sanji.

“Though looks like you’re doing more than that.”

“That’s none of your business, you directionally challenged plant. Go get lost somewhere else.”

“Can’t. Nami said to find you and let you know the ship leaves at noon tomorrow.”

“Then you’ve delivered your message. Now fuck off.”

Zoro dropped into the booth opposite them, sprawling like he owned the place.

“Make me, Curly Brows.”

Sanji’s fists clenched. The woman laughed in amusement, a sound that made both men pause.

“You two know each other?” she surmised.

“Unfortunately,” they said in unison, then glared at each other.

She leaned back, studying them both with those dark, calculating eyes.

“You bicker like lovers.”

“We’re not—” Sanji started.

“The hell we—” Zoro said simultaneously.

Another laugh. She pressed herself against Sanji’s side while trailing fingers along Zoro’s shoulder.

“I have a better idea than watching you two argue all night. Why don’t you both come upstairs?”

“Both?” Sanji managed.

“A threesome,” she clarified, as if it were the most natural suggestion in the world.

“Unless you’re too intimidated by each other?”

“I’m game,” Zoro shrugged.

“Of course you are, you shameless— wait, what? You can’t be serious,” Sanji spluttered.

“Why not? Afraid you can’t keep up?”

The woman’s hand slid down his chest enticingly, fogging his brain briefly with desire.

“I can keep up with anything you can do,” Sanji responded once he came back to himself, his pride speaking before his brain caught up.

“It’s just— he’s a— I’m not— I mean, I’m—”

“Straight? So? You’ll both be focused on me anyway. Unless...” Her smile turned wicked.

“Unless you’re worried something else might happen?”

“Nothing else will happen. I’m a lover of women. Only women,” Sanji declared firmly.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“He’s scared,” Zoro teased as he stood up.

“I am not scared, you— Fine! Let’s go.”

~*~*~

The room was nicer than most. A large bed with burgundy sheets dominated the middle of the room. The candles were already lit and the curtains drawn, giving the room a warm glow. Sanji would appreciate it more if Zoro wasn’t standing right beside him, making him feel on edge.

The woman wasted no time, pulling her dress over her head to reveal black lace set against warm brown skin underneath that made Sanji’s mouth go dry. Usually, he liked a bit more romance and foreplay than this, but he wasn’t complaining either.

“Well? Are you two just going to stand there?”

Sanji moved first, crossing to her and cupping her face before he kissed her deeply. She tasted like whiskey and something sweeter. Her hands worked at his shirt buttons while he explored her mouth, her neck, the curve of her shoulder.

He heard Zoro’s boots hit the floor, the rustle of clothing. He tried not to think about it.

The woman pulled back, turning to Zoro and kissing him with equal enthusiasm. Sanji watched despite himself. Zoro kissed just as hungrily as Sanji imagined he would (not that he thought about that sort of thing… much). His eyes got stuck on the way Zoro’s large hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her hip. There was nothing tentative about it. Zoro took what he wanted.

“Bed,” she commanded.

What followed was a tangle of limbs and sensation. Sanji focused on her body. He kissed her breasts, her stomach and between her thighs until she gasped his name. She tasted divine. He could do this for hours and be content.

“Switch,” she breathed.

Zoro took his place and Sanji moved up to kiss her mouth, swallow her moans as Zoro worked between her legs with his tongue. They found a rhythm, passing her between them, learning what made her arch and cry out. Before long, she shifted to her hands and knees, looking back at them with a sultry gaze full of lust.

“Well? Don’t make me wait.”

Sanji moved behind her, sliding inside her wet heat with a groan. He gripped her hips, starting to thrust. The sensation was familiar, comforting even. The push and pull of slick warmth enveloping his hard cock, the soft press of walls around him gripping and pulling him deeper. He enjoyed the give of supple hips beneath his fingertips, the way her body yielded to him, the soft muffled moans that escaped her lips with each thrust.

He tried to lose himself in it, to focus on the pleasure, on the woman beneath him, on the way her back arched as sweat began to dot her skin. His eyes traced the elegant curve of her spine, the delicate slope of her shoulders, the curtain of soft hair that fell forward as she braced herself.

But, for reasons he couldn’t fathom, his gaze kept drifting upward.

Zoro was kneeling in front of the woman, her lips wrapped around him while his hand was buried in her hair, controlling the pace of her mouth with firm but careful guidance. Sanji had seen the swordsman shirtless countless times before. While he was training on deck, when they were sparring, even sleeping in the men’s quarters. This was entirely different. This was Zoro in a context Sanji had never allowed himself to imagine, and the sight of him made something tighten low in his gut.

The flex of Zoro’s muscles as he thrust into her mouth was mesmerizing. His abs contracted with each movement, the defined lines of his torso shifting beneath scarred skin. His shoulders were broader than Sanji had consciously registered, powerful and solid. The hand buried in the woman’s hair guided her with surprising gentleness. That was the same hand that Sanji had seen grip swords with deadly precision, that had broken bones and shattered steel. There was control there in this moment, but not cruelty. It was clear from the way his fingers threaded through her locks that though he was setting the pace, he’d release her the moment she wanted him to.

Sanji’s hips stuttered in their rhythm. He forced himself to look away and focus on the woman. On the way her body moved beneath him, on the sounds she was making. Still, his eyes betrayed him within seconds by sliding back to Zoro.

Why couldn’t he stop looking?

The woman was beautiful, soft, receptive, everything he usually wanted, but Sanji found his attention caught by the intensity in Zoro’s visible eye, the way his jaw clenched when she took him deeper, the low rumble of satisfaction that escaped his throat. There was something raw and unguarded about him like this, something Sanji had never seen before, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away.

His chest felt tight and his breathing had gone shallow in a way that had nothing to do with exertion.

What the hell is wrong with me? I should be focused on her. Why am I looking at him, Sanji thought even as his eyes traced the line of Zoro’s throat, the way his head tilted back slightly in pleasure.

The confusion was overwhelming, mixing with arousal in a way that made him feel unsteady and off-balance. The woman’s softness and yielding warmth should have been enough to hold his attention. It had always been enough before.

So why did Zoro’s presence feel like it was dominating the entire room?

“Faster,” she demanded, snapping him from his distracted thoughts.

Sanji complied, his hips snapping forward.

“Harder.”

He tried, but the woman still made an unsatisfied sound.

“Zoro, tell him.”

Sanji’s hips stuttered at her request, his gaze snapping to Zoro with a mixture of hesitation, curiosity, uneasiness and confusion. The swordsman stared back, some swirl of emotions in his eyes that Sanji couldn’t quite parse out. There was apprehension, but it was mixed with desire that only heightened Sanji’s own confusion and curiosity.

“Faster, Cook. She wants it harder,” Zoro said from where he knelt in front of her, his voice rough and low.

For a second, Sanji just stared at him. Then, slowly, his hips moved, driving into the woman with more force.

“That’s it. Don’t be gentle. She can take it.”

Sanji’s breath caught. Why did Zoro’s voice giving him orders make heat pool in his gut? He thrust harder still, chasing the feeling, confused by his own arousal.

“Good,” Zoro praised.

Fuck, fuck, why did that word make his cock throb?

They switched positions. Zoro fucked her from behind while Sanji lay beneath her, his cock between her breasts. He could feel the force of Zoro’s thrusts through her body.

“Touch yourself,” Zoro told him.

“What?”

“She likes watching. Touch yourself.”

Before he could think, he moved so his cock was no longer between her breasts but gripped in his hand instead. The woman moaned her approval. He stroked himself while Zoro fucked her and she kissed him messily. The whole situation was so surreal and wrong and incredibly hot that Sanji thought he might have lost his mind or was having a very strange dream.

“Both of you. I want both of you at the same time,” she gasped.

They maneuvered her between them, Sanji sliding back into her from the front while Zoro pressed his lubed fingers into her ass, stretching her until he could fit comfortably inside. The coordination required forced them close, Zoro’s chest brushing against Sanji’s, their breath mingling in the space above her head.

“Move,” Zoro ordered and Sanji did, finding a rhythm that had her screaming between them.

Zoro’s hand came around, gripping Sanji’s hip, guiding the pace. The contact sent electricity through him. Zoro’s hand was hot against his skin, slick with sweat and lube. Sanji should’ve pushed him away, but he didn’t.

“Slower. Let her feel it.”

Sanji obeyed without thinking.

He liked this, he realized with all the force of a hammer to the head. He liked being told what to do, liked Zoro’s commanding tone, his firm grip, the way he took control.

But no. He was straight. This was just the situation, the intensity, the woman between them.

However, when Zoro’s lips brushed his ear, Sanji nearly came on the spot.

“That’s it, just like that. Deeper. She wants to feel all of you,” Zoro murmured, his breath hot against Sanji’s sensitive ear.

He pushed in deeper and the woman cried out, her body arching between them. Zoro’s hand tightened on his hip, controlling the rhythm. Sanji found himself matching it without conscious thought.

“Good. Now faster. Make her scream,” Zoro continued, his voice rough with approval.

Sanji’s hips snapped forward, harder, faster. The woman did scream, a high, desperate sound that went straight to his cock. Zoro’s hand moved from his hip to his hair, fingers threading through the blond strands, tugging just enough to make Sanji gasp.

“You like me telling you what to do,” Zoro observed.

Sanji should have denied it, should have pulled away and made some excuse. However, his body was responding, his cock throbbing, his breath coming in short gasps as Zoro’s fingers tightened in his hair.

His hips moved in rhythm with Sanji’s, creating a devastating synchronization that had the woman sobbing between them.

“Angle up. Hit that spot that makes her lose her mind,” Zoro commanded.

Sanji adjusted and the woman’s scream confirmed he’d found it. Zoro’s hand slid from his hair down his back. Sanji shuddered at the touch.

“That’s it,” Zoro murmured, his lips brushing Sanji’s ear again.

“You’re doing so good. Look how much she loves it. Look how much you do.”

“I don’t—” Sanji started, but Zoro’s hand came back to his hip, pulling him in harder, and the protest died in his throat.

“Liar, but your body doesn’t lie, Cook,” Zoro said, something dark and knowing in his voice.

The woman was trembling between them, her hands clutching at both of them, her voice breaking on pleas.

“Please, please, I’m so close.”

“Pull out,” Zoro said suddenly.

“What?” Sanji gasped.

“Pull out. Let me taste her while you fuck her.”

Sanji should have refused, should have said this was too much, too weird, but he was pulling out, his cock slick and aching. Zoro repositioned them with practiced efficiency. Sanji on his back and the woman seated in his lap with Zoro positioning himself near the end of the bed.

“Fuck her, I want to taste both of you,” he declared, looking over at Sanji with that single eye dark with heat.

Sanji’s brain short-circuited. He slid back into her and Zoro’s tongue was right there, licking around where they were joined.

“Oh fuck,” Sanji gasped as Zoro’s tongue dragged along the length of his cock as he thrust up.

The woman was moaning, her hands on Sanji’s chest as she moved to meet his thrusts.

Sanji couldn’t think, couldn’t process what was happening. Every thrust brought him into contact with Zoro’s mouth, sometimes just the base of his cock, sometimes his balls, sometimes the full length as he pulled out.

“You taste good together,” Zoro complimented, his voice muffled against their skin. Sanji’s hips stuttered at the words.

This had already gone way too far, but Zoro’s tongue was on his balls now, sucking one into his mouth as Sanji thrust deep into the woman and all he could do was moan.

“This is so hot. Don’t stop,” the woman gasped, looking back at where Zoro was sucking him with glazed eyes.

The swordsman pulled back slightly, his tongue tracing up Sanji’s cock as it slid out, then back down as he thrust in. The dual sensation of the woman’s tight heat and the wet heat of Zoro’s mouth was driving Sanji insane.

“Faster,” Zoro commanded.

Sanji obeyed, his hips snapping up harder, faster, chasing the sensation of the woman’s walls and Zoro’s tongue on every thrust.

“I’m— I’m going to—” the woman gasped.

“Come for us,” Zoro said, his mouth back on her clit, his hand reaching up to grip Sanji’s hip again, controlling the pace.

She did, screaming, her body convulsing between them. Sanji felt his own orgasm building, but then the woman’s hand wrapped around his cock and pulled him out of her completely.

“Not inside. Besides, I have a better idea,” she said, breathless and flushed.

Sanji’s hips stuttered, his cock throbbing with need.

“Wha—”

She and Zoro shared a long, weighted look that Sanji couldn’t read, but then the woman sank down, taking him into her mouth with a soft moan. Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft as she bobbed her head, her hand stroking the base. It was good, her mouth was warm and eager. Sanji’s hands flew to her hair, his hips thrusting gently forward.

Then Zoro was there too.

Sanji felt him before he saw him, felt the shift in the air as Zoro moved closer. Suddenly, Zoro’s mouth was on him too, his tongue joining the woman’s, tracing along the side of his shaft as she continued to suck.

No, no, no, Sanji’s mind screamed even as his body responded.

Push him away. This isn’t— I shouldn’t—

Zoro’s mouth was hot and wet and perfect. The heat was different, hotter somehow, more intense, and the wetness was obscene. Zoro’s saliva mixed with the woman’s as his tongue traced a slow, deliberate path up the side of Sanji’s cock. His eye locked on Sanji’s face as he worked, watching every reaction with an intensity that made Sanji’s skin prickle with goosebumps.

The sensation was overwhelming: two mouths on him, both working in tandem. The woman’s lips were soft, gentle, her suction steady and practiced. Zoro’s mouth was firmer, more demanding, his tongue rougher as it dragged along Sanji’s shaft.

Sanji felt crazy, like his skin was on fire and every nerve ending in his body had been lit up and exposed. His thighs trembled. His abs clenched involuntarily. His breathing came in short, desperate gasps that he couldn’t control.

This is wrong. This is so wrong. He’s a man. He’s Zoro. This shouldn’t feel so good.

The woman pulled back slightly, letting Zoro take the lead while her hand wrapped around the base of Sanji’s cock, stroking in rhythm with Zoro’s mouth. The combination was too much. Sanji felt the pressure building impossibly high, coiling tight in his lower belly, making his muscles lock up with the effort of holding back.

Zoro’s lips sealed around the head of his cock and the suction was devastating. It was stronger than the woman’s, more controlled, like Zoro knew exactly how much pressure to apply to make Sanji’s vision blur. His tongue swirled around the sensitive head, dipping into the slit. Sanji’s hips jerked forward involuntarily.

I need to stop this. I need to push him away.

Zoro took him deeper, his mouth sliding down Sanji’s length with practiced ease. The wet heat was so intense Sanji thought he might pass out. He could feel the texture of Zoro’s tongue against the underside of his cock, the way Zoro’s throat opened to take him deeper, the vibration when Zoro hummed low in his chest.

It was terrifying.

Zoro’s mouth on him felt better than anything he had ever experienced, even better than the woman’s. Better because it was Zoro, because it was his mouth, his tongue, his eye watching Sanji fall apart with something that looked like possessiveness and hunger and—

No, don’t think about it. Don’t think about what this means.

Sanji’s whole body was shaking now, trembling with the effort of staying upright and not collapsing under the weight of sensation. His skin felt too tight, too hot, covered in a sheen of sweat that made him feel exposed and vulnerable. Every muscle in his body was taut, straining, caught between the urge to thrust up into Zoro’s mouth and the desperate need to pull away. His hands scrabbled at Zoro’s shoulders, his fingers digging into solid muscle. The contact grounded him and overwhelmed him all at once.

Zoro pulled back just enough to breathe, his lips still wrapped around the head of Sanji’s cock. He surprised Sanji by sucking hard, his cheeks hollowing with the effort. The woman’s hand tightened around the base, stroking in perfect rhythm.

This can’t be happening. This can’t feel this good.

His body didn’t care what he was supposed to feel. It was leaning in to Zoro’s ministrations, arching into the touch, chasing the pleasure with single-minded desperation.

Zoro took him deeper again and this time Sanji felt the back of his throat. It was overwhelming, tight, hot, wet, perfect. Sanji’s hips thrust up involuntarily, seeking more. Zoro didn’t gag or pull back. He opened his throat and swallowed. The rhythmic pressure of his throat working around Sanji’s cock sent shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body.

“Fuck,” Sanji moaned.

This was insanity. He was doing this with Zoro of all people. Zoro. His rival, his crewmate, the man he’d spent years fighting with and against. Zoro was doing this and he was looking at Sanji through a heavy-lidded eye filled with desire towards him. Sanji couldn’t deny a reciprocal desire burning through his bloodstream, keeping him locked in this moment despite his better judgement. He couldn’t push him away and it scared him more than anything else.

“You’re so close. Look at you. So desperate for him,” the woman murmured.

Zoro pulled back, his lips releasing Sanji’s cock with an obscene wet sound. Sanji nearly sobbed at the loss. Zoro soothed the ache with a slow, deliberate stripe up the underside of his shaft.

“Come on. Give it to us, Sanji,” Zoro rasped, pulling back enough to speak, his voice rough and wrecked and hungry.

He said my name. He’s looking at me like that and saying my name.

That was it. The combination of their mouths, their hands, their words, Zoro’s voice that rough saying his name – it was too much. Sanji came with a shout, his cock pulsing as he spilled across their faces, his come landing on the woman’s cheek, on Zoro’s chin, on both their lips.

For a moment, he was frozen in shock at the sight of them marked by him, both of them looking at him with dark, satisfied eyes. His body was still trembling, aftershocks of pleasure rolling through him in waves making his muscles twitch and his breath come in ragged gasps.

What did I just do? What does this mean? Why did it feel so good? Why did Zoro’s mouth feel better than—

Zoro was moving in the next second, taking Sanji’s still-hard cock fully into his mouth, swallowing around him as the last of his orgasm hit. The sensation of Zoro swallowing, of his throat working around Sanji’s oversensitive cock, sent another wave of pleasure through him so intense it bordered on pain.

Sanji’s hands flew to Zoro’s hair, gripping tight. His cock was so sensitive it almost hurt, but Zoro’s mouth was relentless, sucking and swallowing every drop like he was starving for it.

“Fuck, Zoro,” Sanji gasped loudly, his nails drawing blood as they sank into Zoro’s shoulders, his whole body shaking with overstimulation.

The greenhead pulled back slowly, his tongue dragging along Sanji’s length one last time before releasing him completely. He licked his lips, his eye dark and domineering, reminding Sanji of the demon epithet the man carried.

“Can’t waste anything. That’s your whole thing, right Cook?” Zoro said, his voice low and sultry before he used his fingers to wipe the come that was on his face off and lick his fingers clean.

Sanji felt like he was going to pass out or maybe he was already asleep and this was just a dream. He felt removed from reality, his skin tingling with the aftermath of his orgasm and arousal still heating his stomach despite the fact he’d just come harder than he ever had in his life.

The woman was watching them with an expression of wonder.

“That was something else,” she commented, looking between them with a strange light in her eyes.

Sanji was overwhelmed by sensation, emotion and the shocking realization that he’d been turned on by both of them. He’d enjoyed the woman’s mouth on him, but he’d enjoyed Zoro’s too, enjoyed Zoro more if he was being honest with himself.

What does that mean? What does any of this mean? he thought, panic and arousal warring inside him.

It means you’re broken. It means your father was right. It means you’re disgusting and wrong.

Before Sanji could process any more, Zoro was moving. He pulled Sanji close, eliminating the space between them in one fluid motion. His mouth found Sanji’s, claiming it with an urgency that left no room for doubt. He stiffened at first, caught off guard by the sudden contact, his mind racing to catch up with his body, but even as his thoughts screamed in protest, his lips were already parting, already responding. He returned the kiss, melting into it despite himself.

He could taste himself on Zoro’s lips, a heady reminder of what had just transpired between them, along with the sharp, bitter notes of the sake Zoro had drunk earlier that evening. The combination was intoxicating, making Sanji’s head spin.

You shouldn’t like this. You shouldn’t want this. He’s a man. You’ve never wanted a man before. Never even thought about…

But that wasn’t quite true, was it?

How many times had he watched Zoro train, his muscles flexing, sweat glistening on his skin? How many times had he felt something twist in his gut when Zoro looked at him with that singular focus? How many times had he told himself it was just rivalry, just competition?

When they finally pulled apart, both breathing harder than before, Zoro’s hand came up to cup his face with a gentleness that seemed out of place. His calloused thumb brushed across Sanji’s cheekbone. Sanji’s breath hitched. His skin felt too hot, too sensitive. Every point of contact between them was electric.

I can’t want this. I can’t want him. Not like this.

“You okay?” Zoro asked, his voice low and rough.

Sanji nodded, not trusting himself to speak. His throat felt dry, his chest constricted. If he opened his mouth, he didn’t know what would come out.

The woman recovered first, propping herself up on one elbow.

“That was incredible, but I want to see something else,” she purred.

Her smile was pure sin. Sanji felt alarm bells ringing in his head before she even finished her sentence.

“I want to watch you two together.”

“What? No. We’re not—”

“I think you are. I saw how you responded to him. How you liked when he told you what to do, how much you enjoyed his mouth.”

Sanji’s face burned.

“I didn’t—”

“You did,” Zoro interrupted quietly.

Sanji looked at him. Zoro’s expression was full of interest and heat. Sanji had never seen him look like that at anyone before, not even during any island stops or when anyone tried to pick him up at bars. Now he was looking like that at Sanji.

It made him feel more satisfaction than it should’ve and his chest swelled with possessive pride.

He’s looking at me like that. He wants me.

“I’m not—” Sanji weakly protested, but even he could hear how unconvincing it sounded.

Liar. You want this. You want him. You’d say yes even if she wasn’t here.

The thought petrified him.

“Try it, just once. You might like it and even if you don’t, I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” the woman coaxed.

Sanji opened his mouth, trying to come up with some excuse, some deflection, some way to pretend this wasn’t happening. His breath stuttered completely as Zoro pulled his earlobe in between his lips before his breath brushed against his ear enticingly.

“Trust me, Sanji. I’ll take care of you.”

Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I want that. I want him to take care of me. I want him to…

Heat pooled in his gut despite coming minutes earlier. His cock was already starting to fill again, responding to Zoro’s proximity, to his voice, to the promise in those words.

What’s wrong with me? I just came. I shouldn’t be able to— I shouldn’t want—

He should say no. He should laugh this whole thing off, get dressed and leave. Zoro was still looking at him with greed and a sultry promise in his gaze. Some part of Sanji, a part he’d never acknowledged, wanted to know. He wanted to know what it would feel like to have Zoro’s hands all over him, to know what Zoro would sound like when he came, to know if Zoro would be as commanding, intense and devastating as Sanji suspected he would be.

“Fine. But just— I don’t know what—” he heard himself trailing off.

Coward. You know exactly what you want. You want his mouth on you again, want his hands, want him to fuck you until you can’t think straight.

“I’ll show you,” Zoro swore and kissed him again.

It was nothing like kissing a woman. Zoro’s lips were firm, demanding, his jaw rough with stubble. His hand fisted in Sanji’s hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Sanji opened for him without thinking. His hands came up to grip Zoro’s shoulders, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. His mouth opened wider, inviting Zoro deeper. When his tongue swept inside, Sanji heard himself make a sound that was embarrassingly close to a whimper.

Zoro’s tongue explored his mouth with the same confidence he brought to everything. Zoro existed with no hesitation in anything he did, no uncertainty. He was pure, focused intent. All that focus was on Sanji.

He wants me. He’s kissing me like he’s been thinking about this. How long has he wanted this with me?

Sanji found himself kissing back harder, more desperately, his hands coming up to grip Zoro’s shoulders. The muscles there were solid under his palms, warm and alive. He could feel Zoro’s strength, the controlled power in every movement. Zoro was kissing him like he wanted to devour him whole and Sanji was letting him. More than letting him, Sanji was kissing back with equal hunger, his fingers digging into Zoro’s skin, his body pressing closer.

I’ve never wanted anyone like this. Never felt this desperate, this needy.

When they broke apart, both breathing hard, Sanji’s lips felt swollen and his face was burning. Zoro’s eye was dark with want, his gaze traveling down Sanji’s naked body with a concentration that made his skin prickle. Sanji’s cock was fully hard now and aching. He knew Zoro could see it, could see exactly how much Sanji wanted this.

“You’re thinking too much,” Zoro accused.

“I’m not—”

“You are. Stop thinking, just feel.”

Zoro’s hand cupped his cheek, his thumb brushing against Sanji’s lower lip. Sanji’s breath caught and he saw Zoro’s eye darken further at the response.

“That’s better,” the swordsman murmured before he leaned in to kiss him again.

This time it was slower, deeper. Zoro’s other hand slid down Sanji’s chest, fingers tracing the lines of muscle there with what felt like curiosity. When his thumb brushed over Sanji’s nipple, he gasped into the kiss. The sensation shot straight to his cock, making it twitch against his stomach.

Zoro’s hand continued its exploration, sliding down to Sanji’s hip then around to his ass. He squeezed, pulling Sanji closer. He felt Zoro’s cock hard and leaking as it pressed against his thigh. The knowledge that Zoro was just as hard, just as turned on, sent a surge of heat through his body.

He wants me. He’s hard for me. Not just because of the situation, not just because of the woman. He wants me.

His hips rolled forward, grinding against Zoro’s thigh, seeking friction. His hands slid from Zoro’s shoulders down his back, feeling the flex of muscle, the heat of skin.

“On your stomach,” Zoro said against his mouth.

Sanji pulled back, his heart hammering.

“What?”

Zoro’s eye held his, steady and certain.

“You heard me. Lay down on your stomach. Unless you want to stop?”

It was phrased as a question, but Sanji could hear the challenge underneath.

I should stop. I should say no, get dressed and pretend this never happened.

However, his body was already moving, already lowering himself onto the bed face-down. His face burned with shame and arousal in equal measure.

“Good boy,” Zoro responded.

The light compliment sent an involuntary shiver down Sanji’s spine.

What the actual fuck?

Zoro’s hands settled on his shoulders, warm and solid. They slid down his back slowly, almost reverently, causing Sanji’s muscles to tense and jump under the touch. When Zoro’s palms reached his lower back, they pressed in slightly, massaging the flesh. Sanji couldn’t stop the small sound that escaped him.

“Sensitive here?” Zoro asked.

“I— I don’t know.”

“We’ll find out.”

Zoro’s hands continued their exploration, moving to Sanji’s hips then his thighs. Every touch was deliberate, testing, watching for reactions. When his fingers traced the crease where Sanji’s ass met his thigh, Sanji’s hips jerked involuntarily.

“Sensitive there too. You’re so responsive. I like that,” Zoro murmured.

I shouldn’t like hearing that. I shouldn’t want him to keep touching me, Sanji thought desperately.

“Ever done this before with a man,” Zoro asked, his hands now kneading Sanji’s ass, spreading him slightly to reveal the puckered pink skin hidden between. The exposure made Sanji want to crawl out of his skin.

“No,” he answered, his voice trembling.

“Good. I want you all for myself,” Zoro replied, an undeniable air of possessiveness in his voice that made Sanji shiver again despite his better judgement.

“I said I’d take care of you, Cook, and I will. I’ll go slow, make sure you’re ready for me. I’ll make you feel so good. You’ll be addicted to me by the end of the night.”

The words sounded just as much like a threat as they did a promise.

One hand left him and Sanji heard the woman moving. Then Zoro’s hand was back and Sanji was being spread wider. He tensed as he realized what was about to happen.

It’s not too late. I can still walk away. I can still leave. Zoro will stop if I tell him to.

“Relax. I’ve got you. I’m going to take care of you, I swear,” Zoro promised, his other hand stroking Sanji’s lower back in soothing circles.

The first touch of slick fingers against his hole made Sanji tense further. It was too intimate, too vulnerable.

“Breathe,” Zoro commanded.

Sanji found himself obeying, drawing in a shaky breath. The finger pressed in slowly, carefully. Sanji’s whole body went rigid. The intrusion felt wrong, foreign, too much. His hands fisted in the sheets and he had to fight the urge to pull away. Zoro’s other hand never stopped its soothing motion on his back and his voice was steady in his ear.

“Just breathe through it. Your body will adjust.”

My body will adjust. This is normal. People do this all the time. It’s fine, Sanji repeated to himself, trying to believe it.

Gradually, the wrongness faded into something that wasn’t quite comfortable but wasn’t painful either. The finger moved in and out while Sanji found himself breathing in time with the rhythm.

“Better?”

“Yeah,” Sanji managed.

“Good. I’m gonna add another finger now.”

The second finger was more of a stretch and Sanji hissed at the burn. Zoro went slow, working him open with patient thoroughness, the hand on his back never stopping its reassuring motion. Zoro’s fingers crooked inside him, pressing against a spot that sent electricity shooting up Sanji’s spine.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his hips jerking forward involuntarily against the bed.

“There it is,” Zoro purred before he proceeded to abuse that spot with focused precision.

Every press of his fingers sent sparks through Sanji’s body, pleasure building in waves that made his toes curl. He found himself pushing back against Zoro’s hand, chasing the sensation, pride and shame forgotten in the overwhelming need for more.

“Look at you. You’re taking my fingers so well, making such pretty sounds for me,” Zoro murmured, his voice rough with arousal.

Sanji’s face burned, but he couldn’t stop the moan that escaped when Zoro added a third finger, stretching him more and pressing harder against that spot inside him.

“Please. Please, I need more. I don’t know what I need, just more. Please, Zoro. I can’t—” Sanji heard himself beg after long minutes of pleasure.

“I know what you need,” Zoro assured as he withdrew his fingers.

The loss made Sanji whimper. He heard Zoro’s sharp intake of breath at the sound. Then he felt the blunt pressure of Zoro’s cock against his entrance. It was so much bigger than fingers. Panic flared in Sanji’s chest.

That’s not going to fit. It can’t possibly fit.

“Breathe. I’ve got you. Just breathe,” Zoro commanded, one hand gripping Sanji’s hip while the other pressed against his lower back.

Sanji tried to obey, tried to relax, but his whole body was tense in anticipation. Zoro pushed forward and the stretch was more than he anticipated.

Too much. Too much, too much, too much.

The burn was overwhelming, intense in a way that made Sanji bury his face in the pillow. His body was trying to reject the intrusion. For a moment he thought he couldn’t do this, couldn’t take it. His body wasn’t made for this, but then Zoro’s hand was on his flank, stroking gently and his voice was low and steady in his ear.

“Okay, Curls?”

It was Zoro. It was Zoro inside him. Zoro, who’d been careful with his fingers, who’d found that spot that made him feel good, who was holding still now despite the tension Sanji could feel in his body. It was Zoro, who he trusted more than almost anyone else in this world. They’d been through enough shit together that Sanji didn’t think there was anyone else he’d trust with something like this. He felt his body relaxing despite the lingering anxiety. The loosening muscles caused Zoro to slip inside deeper by an inch, drawing a surprised moan from both men.

“That’s it, Sanji. You’re doing so good for me,” Zoro murmured, his voice rough with restraint.

His name again. Not Cook. Not Curly-brow. Sanji. His actual name in Zoro’s voice, low and reverent and hungry, sent a shiver through his entire body. When had Zoro ever called him that before tonight? The intimacy of it made something in his chest crack open.

“Zoro,” Sanji gasped, not sure if it was a plea or a prayer.

“I’ve got you. Just relax. Let me in.”

Zoro slowly pushed in the rest of the way until he was fully seated inside. Sanji felt impossibly full, stretched beyond what he thought his body could handle. The sensation was overwhelming, bordering on too much.

“Fuck, Sanji. You feel... fuck. You’re perfect,” Zoro breathed.

Sanji could hear the strain in his voice, the effort it was taking him to hold still. Some distant part of him was genuinely shocked that his body was capable of accommodating such an intrusion. He could feel every inch of Zoro inside him, the thick length filling him completely, the weight of Zoro’s body pressing him into the mattress. He was vaguely aware of the woman watching them, her breathing quick and shallow, but he couldn’t focus on her. All his attention was on the man inside him, on the feeling of being so completely claimed.

The crew is probably at some bar right now. Luffy’s eating everything in sight. Nami’s probably wondering where we are. They have no idea. No idea that I’m here with Zoro’s cock inside me, that I’m letting him do this to me, Sanji thought almost hysterically.

“Breathe,” Zoro commanded.

Sanji realized he’d been holding his breath. He exhaled shakily and felt his body relax another fraction.

“Good. That’s good, Sanji. You’re doing so good.”

After a moment of letting himself adjust to the new feeling, the fullness, the strange intimacy of having Zoro buried inside him, he moved his hips a little, silently urging Zoro to move.

“You want more?” Zoro asked, his voice heavy with promise.

Sanji nodded against the pillow, not trusting his voice. Zoro’s hand tightened on his hip, holding him still.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me properly. Say it, Sanji.”

The command in Zoro’s voice sent heat pooling in his belly. He shouldn’t like being ordered around like this, but he did.

“I want you to fuck me,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Good boy,” Zoro praised, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck and making Sanji’s cock jerk at the words and the action.

Zoro pulled back slowly and thrust in again. This time the burn faded into pleasure, dark and intense and completely different from anything he’d ever felt before. Sanji’s breath caught and his fingers curled into the sheets.

Holy shit, he thought distantly.

“Feel good?” Zoro asked, pulling out and pushing back in with the same deliberate slowness.

“Yes,” Sanji gasped before he could stop himself.

“Say it again. Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels good,” Sanji confessed, his face burning with embarrassment and arousal.

“That’s right. And you like it, don’t you? You like having my cock inside you.”

Sanji turned his face into the pillow, refusing to answer. He wanted to deny it, wanted to hold onto some shred of his dignity, but Zoro chose that moment to angle his hips and hit that spot inside him that made his vision swim.

“Fuck!” Sanji cried out, his whole body jerking.

“Answer me. You like it, don’t you?”

Sanji whimpered and bit his lip, trying to resist, but Zoro wouldn’t relent and the sparks running up and down his spine felt like electricity shooting off at his nerve endings mercilessly until he couldn’t hold back. The words spilled out of him, his resistance crumbling under the onslaught of pleasure.

“Yes! I like it, okay? I like having you inside me. I like how you feel. I like how full you make me. I like — oh shit — it’s too much. It’s so good, Zoro.”

“Beautiful. Taking my cock so well,” Zoro murmured, his voice full of satisfaction.

Beautiful.

The word echoed in Sanji’s head, making his eyes sting. No one had ever called him that. Women called him handsome, charming, sweet. But beautiful? That was different.

He liked it.

Zoro found a rhythm, deep and steady. Sanji pushed back to meet him without thinking. His body knew what to do even if his mind was still reeling. Each thrust hit that spot inside him that sent sparks up his spine. Sanji heard himself making sounds he’d never made before, desperate and eager sounds that should have embarrassed him but didn’t.

“That’s it. Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel,” Zoro encouraged.

From somewhere near the foot of the bed, Sanji heard the woman’s soft moan, heard the wet sound of her touching herself as she watched them. The knowledge that she was getting off on watching Zoro fuck him should have made him self-conscious. It only added another layer to the overwhelming sensation, the exhibitionism of being watched while he fell apart on Zoro’s cock.

“Look at you. So pretty like this, so perfect. Taking everything I give you,” Zoro continued, his praise relentless.

“Zoro,” Sanji moaned, his voice breaking on the name.

“I know. You’re doing so good for me.”

The praise was breaking him down, stripping away every defense he’d ever built. He’d never known he needed this, needed to hear how good he was, how perfect, how beautiful. Every word Zoro spoke made him feel more exposed, more vulnerable, more desperate.

“Fuck, you feel good. So tight around my cock. Like you were made for this, made for me,” Zoro groaned, his control starting to slip.

His hand slipped between the mattress and Sanji’s body to wrap around his cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. Sanji lost all coherent thought. There was only sensation: Zoro inside him, around him, on top of him, the rough sound of his breathing, the slap of skin on skin. The way Zoro’s cock dragged against that spot with every thrust, the way his hand knew exactly how to stroke him, the overwhelming fullness of being taken like this.

“You’re so hard. You like this, don’t you? Like having me inside you. Like being fucked,” Zoro observed, his voice full of dark contentment.

“Yes! Yes, I like it. Oh god, Zoro, please,” Sanji sobbed, beyond caring how desperate he sounded.

“Please what? Tell me what you need, pretty brows.”

The eyebrow related nicknames had always been an insult before, but the way Zoro said it now was different. It was affectionate, possessive, intimate. It made Sanji’s heart stutter in his chest.

“I need more. Please, Zoro, I need it. Harder,” he demanded, his voice raw.

Zoro complied, fucking him with enough force to shake the bed. The pleasure built higher, coiling tight in Sanji’s belly. Each thrust drove him closer to the edge, the combination of Zoro’s cock hitting that perfect spot inside him and Zoro’s hand on his cock pushing him toward something bigger than any orgasm he’d ever experienced.

“I can’t— I’m going to—”

Sanji couldn’t form complete sentences anymore, couldn’t think past the overwhelming pleasure building.

“That’s it. Let go. Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel,” Zoro encouraged, his voice strained with his own approaching climax.

He’d never thought he was going to end up here, in a hotel room being fucked by a man, by Zoro of all people, and coming from this almost felt like it would solidify it in a way that even being fucked by Zoro didn’t. His body didn’t care what he thought. It was responding, his cock throbbing in Zoro’s hand, his hole clenching around his length.

“Zoro, I’m— I’m going to—” he gasped, his voice high and desperate.

“Do it. Come for me, Sanji. Let me feel you.”

The command was all it took.

Sanji came with a shout, spilling over Zoro’s hand and the sheets, his body clenching around Zoro’s cock. The orgasm tore through him, more intense than anything he’d ever felt. He heard himself crying out Zoro’s name as pleasure whited out his vision, as every nerve in his body lit up at once. His hole clamped down on Zoro’s cock, rhythmic pulses that seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over him until he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel.

Zoro didn’t stop. He kept fucking him through it, each thrust prolonging the orgasm, drawing it out until Sanji was sobbing from it. His cock was still pulsing, still spilling, and Zoro’s hand was still stroking him, milking every last drop from him while his cock continued to hit that spot inside.

“So beautiful, so fucking beautiful when you come. My perfect Sanji,” Zoro groaned, his rhythm faltering.

“Zoro,” Sanji whimpered, oversensitive and overwhelmed but not wanting it to stop, never wanting it to stop.

“I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained.

Sanji shivered in response, a pulse of anticipation alighting his body.

“Fuck, Sanji, I’m going to— Where do you want—”

“Inside. Please. I want to feel it,” Sanji heard himself say, the words escaping before he could think better of it.

Zoro’s rhythm stuttered and then he was driving in deeper than before, burying himself to the hilt.

“You’re going to kill me. You’re so— fuck—”

Zoro followed moments later, burying himself deep with a guttural moan. Sanji felt Zoro coming inside him, filling him, marking him from the inside out. The sensation was indescribable. He could feel the hot pulse of Zoro’s release, could feel Zoro’s cock throbbing inside him, could feel the warmth spreading through his body.

The intimacy of it was staggering. This wasn’t just sex. This was something else entirely, something that made Sanji’s heart race and his hands shake. Zoro was inside him, had claimed him in the most fundamental way possible, and Sanji had wanted it, had begged for it.

They collapsed together, Zoro’s weight pressing Sanji into the mattress. It should have been uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. It was grounding, anchoring, real in a way that made Sanji’s chest tight. Zoro’s breath was hot against the back of his neck, his body heavy and solid and perfect against Sanji’s back.

Zoro was still inside him. Still buried deep, his come hot inside Sanji’s body. Zoro’s cock was softening but he made no move to pull out, just stayed there, connected, his arms wrapped around Sanji’s body like he had no intention of letting go. The intimacy of it hit Sanji like a physical blow. This was real. This had happened. He’d just been fucked by Zoro and he’d loved it. He’d come harder than he ever had in his life, had begged for it, had wanted it with a desperation that terrified him.

“You okay?” Zoro murmured against his neck.

“Yeah,” he managed, his voice hoarse.

Zoro pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, tender and possessive at once.

“Good. You were so fucking perfect, so beautiful. My beautiful Sanji.”

The praise made Sanji’s eyes sting. He’d never felt like this before, never felt so completely undone and put back together at the same time. Zoro’s arms tightened around him, holding him close. Sanji realized he didn’t want him to move, didn’t want Zoro to pull out, didn’t want to lose this connection, this intimacy.

“Stay,” he whispered, not sure if he was asking Zoro to stay inside him or stay with him or just stay, period.

“I’m not going anywhere, not yet. Just breathe. I’ve got you,” Zoro promised.

Sanji felt him shift slightly, settling more comfortably against him but still remaining buried inside. He closed his eyes and let himself feel it: the weight of Zoro’s body, the fullness of having him inside, the warmth of his come, the gentle stroke of Zoro’s hand on his hip, the soft press of Zoro’s lips against his shoulder. This was something he’d never experienced before and now that he had, he didn’t know how he’d ever live without it.

From the foot of the bed, he heard the woman’s shaky exhale, heard her shifting on the mattress. She’d watched the whole thing, had gotten off on watching them together. The thought should have embarrassed him, but didn’t. It felt distant, unimportant compared to what he was feeling right now.

His whole life, he’d told himself he was straight. He’d convinced himself that his interest in women was all he needed or wanted. He’d never let himself look at men that way, had never let himself acknowledge the pull he sometimes felt, but this changed everything. It wasn’t just that he’d enjoyed it. It was that he’d wanted it. He’d wanted Zoro specifically. The trust required to let someone inside him like this, the vulnerability of being taken, the overwhelming intimacy of feeling Zoro come inside him, it was more than just physical. It was something deeper, something that made Sanji’s hands shake and his throat tight. He’d wanted this. Maybe not consciously, maybe not in a way he’d ever admitted to himself, probably nothing he’d discover without a push, but some part of him had wanted this.

Now, lying here with Zoro still inside him, still holding him, still murmuring soft praise against his skin, Sanji couldn’t deny it anymore. He couldn’t pretend this was just physical curiosity or the heat of the moment. This meant something. Zoro meant something to him. Now that he’d had him and knew what it felt like, he didn’t know how to go back. How was he going to pretend that this hadn’t happened, hadn’t changed something fundamental in how he understood himself?

“Holy shit,” he breathed, his voice shaking.

“Yeah,” Zoro agreed, his voice rough but satisfied.

He pressed another kiss to Sanji’s shoulder, then his neck, gentle and affectionate.

“You did so good, Sanji.”

He’d never needed to hear that before, never craved approval like this, but hearing it from Zoro made something inside him settle. They lay there for a moment catching their breath, Zoro still buried inside him. Sanji could feel his heartbeat against his back, feel the rise and fall of his chest, the gentle stroke of his fingers on Sanji’s hip.

Finally, reluctantly, Zoro pulled out and rolled to the side. The loss of Zoro inside him felt strange, almost wrong. Sanji’s hole clenched around nothing and he could feel Zoro’s come starting to leak out. The physical evidence of what they’d done made his face heat up, but underneath the embarrassment was something closer to acceptance. Pride, even. He’d taken Zoro, had let him come inside.

He’d just been fucked by a man, by Zoro, and he’d loved every second of it.

Sanji turned to face him and they stared at each other. Zoro’s eye was dark and satisfied, his expression softer than Sanji had ever seen it. There was something in his gaze that made his breath catch, something that looked like affection and possession and promise all at once.

“So…” Zoro said.

“So,” Sanji repeated, his anxiety spiking momentarily.

What if Zoro had been lying this whole time? The swordsman wasn’t prone to falsehoods, he didn’t see the point, but what if Sanji hadn’t been as good as he’d said? What if he pushed him away or rejected him or made fun of him?

“That was everything I’d ever hoped it would be, Curls.”

Sanji’s breath hitched in his throat, his eyes widening, half because of the implications (Zoro had hoped he’d get to have Sanji like this? Since when? For how long?) but also at the confirmation that Sanji had been enough for him, more than enough.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The woman laughed from her position at the foot of the bed, startling Sanji. He was ashamed to privately admit he’d forgotten she was even in the room. When was the last time that had happened? When did he last lose awareness of a woman being near him? When he was a child on the Orbit? In Germa maybe? What the hell was Zoro doing to him?

“You two are adorable. Ready for round two?”

Sanji’s spent cock twitched with interest despite his exhaustion. He looked at Zoro, who was already watching him with that dark, hungry expression that made Sanji’s pulse race. The woman reached for Sanji, her fingers trailing up his thigh, but Zoro’s hand shot out and caught her wrist. Not roughly, but firmly.

“No,” he said, his voice low and possessive.

The woman blinked in surprise, then her lips curved into an amused smile.

“No,” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s mine now. You can watch if you want, but you don’t touch him anymore.”

Zoro’s gaze stayed on Sanji as he spoke, heavy and full of lust, sending heat flooding through his body. He should protest, argue that Zoro didn’t get to just claim him like that, but the possessiveness in Zoro’s voice and the way he was looking at him like he’d fight anyone who tried to take him away made Sanji’s cock throb with renewed interest.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why does that turn me on so much? Sanji wondered.

The woman laughed, delighted rather than offended.

“Well, well. Someone’s territorial.”

Zoro finally looked at her, his expression softening slightly.

“You good with that?”

She settled back against the pillows, her hand sliding between her own legs.

“More than good. I don’t mind watching. You two put on quite a show. I think I’ll enjoy this even more,” she purred.

Zoro’s attention turned back to him. The focus made Sanji feel like he was the only person in the world. Zoro moved him so he was on his back before settling between his legs causing Sanji’s breath to quicken.

“You okay with this?” Zoro asked quietly, his hand cupping Sanji’s face.

He swallowed hard. He should say no, should insist they include the woman if only so he could maintain the pretense that this was a threesome, just casual sex with a stranger. The truth was he didn’t want her touching him right now either. He wanted Zoro. Only Zoro.

“I’m okay with it,” he heard himself say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Zoro’s expression softened further, warmth flickering in his eye.

“Good, because I’ve been wanting to get you alone all night.”

Zoro kissed him slow and deep, causing his thoughts to scatter. This kiss was different from the others. It was more focused, more intimate somehow. It was like Zoro was trying to memorize the taste of him. When they broke apart, Sanji was breathing hard, his cock fully hard again despite having come twice already. Zoro’s hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly. Sanji couldn’t bite back the moan in response.

“Every time I touch you, you light up. It’s beautiful, Sanji. You’re beautiful,” Zoro murmured, his voice full of wonder and desire.

“Zoro,” Sanji gasped, his hips rocking into his grip.

“I know, pretty brows. I’ve got you.”

Zoro kissed down his jaw and his neck, finding the sensitive spot behind his ear that made him shiver.

“Gonna take such good care of you. Gonna make you feel so good again.”

From the foot of the bed, the woman made a soft sound of approval.

“God, the way you look at him. Like he’s the only thing in the world that matters.”

Zoro didn’t respond to her, his attention completely focused on Sanji. His hand continued its slow, maddening stroke while his mouth worked its way down Sanji’s body. When he reached Sanji’s nipple, he sucked it into his mouth. Sanji cried out, his back arching off the bed. He lavished attention on the other nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

This is insane. I shouldn’t be this turned on already, shouldn’t want him this badly, Sanji thought desperately.

Zoro’s mouth continued its journey downward, kissing and licking and biting until Sanji was trembling with need. When Zoro’s tongue traced the line of his hip, his cock jerked, leaking steadily.

“Zoro, please.”

“Please what, beautiful? Tell me what you want.”

Sanji’s face burned with embarrassment, but the words spilled out anyway.

“I want... I want you inside me again. I want to feel you.”

Zoro’s eye darkened with hunger.

“Yeah? Even though you’re probably sore? Even though you should rest?”

“I don’t care,” Sanji retorted. He didn’t care about the soreness, didn’t care that his body was protesting. He just wanted Zoro again.

Zoro kissed him, hard and domineering. He reached for the oil they’d used earlier, slicking his fingers. When he pressed one inside Sanji’s entrance, he gasped at the intrusion. He was tender and sensitive, but the pleasure was immediate and overwhelming.

“Still so tight, even after I’ve fucked you,” Zoro murmured, working his finger deeper.

Sanji moaned, his hips rocking down onto Zoro’s finger.

“More. I can take more,” Sanji demanded.

Zoro added a second finger, scissoring them, stretching Sanji open. When he found Sanji’s prostate, Sanji cried out, his whole body jerking.

“There it is. I’m gonna hit it with every thrust when I’m inside you. I’m gonna make you come just from me fucking you. You’re gonna fly so high you forget your own name,” Zoro promised darkly.

“Zoro, please,” Sanji gasped.

The swordsman pulled his fingers out and lined himself up. When he pushed inside, Sanji’s breath caught at the fullness, the stretch, the perfect feeling of being claimed by Zoro again.

“Fuck, you feel good, so tight and perfect,” Zoro groaned, bottoming out.

He started moving, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate and controlled. Sanji wrapped his legs around Zoro’s waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him.

“Look at me,” Zoro commanded and Sanji’s eyes snapped to his face.

“That’s it. I want to watch you fall apart on my cock.”

Zoro’s gaze was almost too much. Sanji felt exposed. He was certain Zoro could see right through him to all the things Sanji was trying not to feel.

“So beautiful like this. Taking me so well. My perfect Sanji,” Zoro murmured, his pace increasing.

Sanji’s body responded easily to Zoro’s words, his cock throbbing and his hole clenching around Zoro’s length.

From the foot of the bed, the woman moaned softly.

“God, you two are perfect together. The way you move. The way you look at each other. It’s beautiful.”

Sanji barely heard her, his entire focus was on Zoro: the way his muscles flexed with each thrust, the heat in his eye, the way his lips parted slightly as pleasure built, the way he said Sanji’s name like it was something precious.

“Harder. I can take it. Give me more,” he demanded, his nails digging into Zoro’s shoulders.

Zoro’s grin was sharp and hungry.

“Greedy,” he teased but he obliged, his hips snapping forward with more force, driving deeper and hitting that perfect spot inside Sanji with every thrust just like he promised he would.

Sanji cried out, his head falling back against the pillows. The pleasure was overwhelming. He was going to come again, just from this.

I’ve never been like this, never wanted someone this badly. What is he doing to me? Sanji thought through the haze of pleasure.

“That’s it. Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel,” Zoro encouraged, his voice rough.

“Fuck, Zoro, it’s so good. You feel so good inside me,” Sanji gasped, beyond caring how desperate he sounded.

“Yeah?”

“I love it. I love how you feel. I love...”

He cut himself off, terrified of what he’d almost said. Still, Zoro’s expression softened, something warm and tender flickering in his eye. Zoro leaned down, kissing him deeply.

“I know, beautiful. I know. I’ve got you.”

The tenderness in Zoro’s voice, combined with the relentless pleasure of his thrusts, pushed Sanji over the edge. He came with a broken cry, his body clenching around Zoro, his cock pulsing untouched between them. Zoro fucked him through it, his pace never faltering, prolonging Sanji’s orgasm until he was practically screaming. After another few thrusts, Zoro buried himself deep with a groan, filling Sanji once more.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard, foreheads pressed close. Zoro kissed him soft and tender, making Sanji’s heart skip a beat.

“You’re incredible. You know that?”

He didn’t know what to say to that, didn’t know how to process the affection in Zoro’s voice, the way he was looking at Sanji like he was something precious. The woman made a satisfied sound from her position at the foot of the bed.

“That was beautiful, but I think you two have more in you yet.”

Zoro pulled out carefully and Sanji winced at the loss. His body was sore, aching, but he was already thinking about the next time, about feeling Zoro inside him again.

He knew he had a pretty good stamina, women had complimented him for it before, but this was different. Zoro was awakening a hunger in him that seemed insatiable and he didn’t know what to do with it.

They rested for a while, all three of them pulled into a light doze. Zoro held him close, his hand stroking gently up and down Sanji’s spine while the woman rested on Zoro’s other side.

After some time, Sanji woke again and felt his body stirring. His cock was showing interest despite everything and when Zoro’s hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly, he moaned.

“Again?” Zoro asked, amusement in his voice.

“Shut up,” Sanji muttered, but there was no heat in it.

“You’re insatiable, pretty brows, but I’m not complaining.”

Sanji’s mind was spinning. He’d come three times already and his body was already preparing for more.

It’s because it’s Zoro, because it’s him specifically. Not just any man, but him, a small voice in his head whispered.

The realization was scary. He was getting too deep. Once they crossed the threshold of this bedroom and returned to the Sunny, what was he expecting to happen then? When he was around their friends, their family, chasing their dreams? He needed some semblance of who he was to remain. He couldn’t let this thing with Zoro tear it away completely. He had to get some control back somehow.

“Zoro, I... what if...” Sanji trailed off, not sure how to ask but knowing he needed to.

“What if what, beautiful? Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Sanji’s face burned with embarrassment.

“What if... what if she... I mean, could she...”

He gestured vaguely toward the woman, unable to form the words. Zoro’s eye narrowed slightly, understanding dawning.

“You want her involved?”

“Maybe? I just... I want to see if...”

He couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t articulate what he was trying to test. He needed to know if he still wanted women, whether this thing with Zoro was just circumstance or something more. Zoro was quiet for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he looked at the woman.

“You up for that?”

She smiled, her eyes lighting up.

“Absolutely. What did you have in mind?”

Sanji swallowed hard.

“Maybe... maybe she could... ride me? While you...”

He couldn’t say it, couldn’t voice the image in his head. Zoro’s expression darkened with hunger.

“You want me to fuck you while you fuck her?”

Sanji nodded wordlessly.

“Okay, we can do that,” Zoro decided after a moment.

Relief and anticipation flooded through Sanji. The woman straddled his lap and Sanji’s hands automatically went to her hips as she sank down onto his cock. The sensation was warm and wet and familiar. Sanji moaned at the feeling. This was what he knew, what made sense to him: a woman’s body, soft and curved and inviting, responding to his touch in ways he understood instinctively. He knew how to please women, how to read their sighs and movements, how to make them gasp his name.

He could feel the heavy feeling of Zoro’s gaze on them as the woman’s hands pressed into his chest, gyrating her hips against his as their bodies met.

The woman rode him sensually and Sanji’s hips rocked up to meet her. It felt good, to his quiet relief. He still wanted this.

“You look good like this, buried inside her, but you’re going to look even better when I’m buried inside you,” Zoro murmured in his ear.

He was hyperaware of Zoro’s movements even with the woman in his lap. He unconsciously tracked him as he moved to the space between Sanji’s legs, his body partly covered from Sanji’s line of sight by the woman. Still, when Zoro’s slick fingers pressed inside him, stretching him open again, Sanji’s whole body lit up in a way it hadn’t with just the woman.

Oh.

Oh no.

The difference was stark and undeniable. Being inside the woman felt good, but having Zoro’s fingers inside him felt right in a way that made Sanji’s heart race and his hands shake.

“Ready for me, beautiful?” Zoro asked, his fingers working Sanji open with practiced ease.

“Yes! Yes, please,” Sanji gasped.

Zoro pulled his fingers out and lined himself up. When he pushed inside, Sanji cried out at the intense sensation.

“Fuck, you’re so tight like this. Can feel you clenching around me,” Zoro groaned.

“You two are so hot. I knew I made the right choice picking you,” the woman moaned, her hands braced on Sanji’s chest as she continued to ride him while Zoro began to thrust. The two motions were sending him into a spiral, his vision swimming as his body thrummed with passion and lust.

“How does it feel, pretty brows? Being fucked from both sides? Being used like this?” Zoro asked, his voice dark and possessive.

“It feels good, so good,” Sanji gasped.

The woman’s movements, Zoro’s thrusts, the overwhelming sensation of being filled and filling at the same time. It should have been perfect, the ultimate fantasy, but Sanji’s body knew the truth. What he really wanted was just Zoro. The woman was pleasant, enjoyable even, but she wasn’t what made Sanji’s heart race, wasn’t what made him feel like he was coming apart at the seams.

I’m in so much trouble, he thought desperately.

“You’re so good, taking both of us. My perfect Sanji.”

The possessiveness in Zoro’s voice drew a small whimper from him. His cock throbbed inside the woman, pleasure building toward a crescendo that threatened to overwhelm him. Just as Sanji felt himself approaching the edge, Zoro’s movements slowed, then stopped entirely.

“Wait, not yet,” he declared, his hands gripping Sanji’s hips firmly.

“I was so close...” he whined, his body trembling with need.

“I know, beautiful. But I want to see your face properly, want to watch you while I’m inside you, want to see every expression.”

The woman lifted herself off Sanji’s aching cock with a knowing smile, settling beside them. Zoro carefully pulled out, causing Sanji to gasp at the emptiness.

“On your back,” Zoro ordered, already guiding the woman into position. She obeyed with a cheeky grin.

“Come here, Curls. I want you between us.”

Sanji was moving before his mind could catch up. The woman lay down on the mattress beneath him and Sanji found himself settling between her legs again, his cock still desperately hard. Zoro was pressed against his back, his chest flush against Sanji as he wrapped one arm around Sanji’s waist and buried the other in his blond hair, angling his head so he was meeting Zoro’s gaze. Sanji leaned into his touch without thinking.

“Your body knows what it wants now. It knows you belong to me,” Zoro murmured appreciatively.

The words made his cock throb.

“Fuck her, show her how good you can be, but keep your eyes on me.”

Sanji pushed inside of her without hesitation. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. She was warm and familiar, but Sanji’s attention was elsewhere, already anticipating what came next. Zoro kept their gazes locked as his slick fingers pressed inside Sanji even though he was already loose and open from before.

“So eager for me. Your body just keeps wanting more,” Zoro murmured, his eye never leaving Sanji’s face.

Sanji didn’t look away or break the intensity of Zoro’s stare even as he moved inside the woman, even as she gasped and clutched at his skin. All he could see was Zoro. All he could feel was Zoro’s fingers working him open, stretching him, getting him ready. Then Zoro pulled his fingers out and positioned himself. Sanji felt the blunt pressure of his cock against his entrance. Their eyes stayed locked as Zoro pushed inside. The eye contact made it unbearably intimate. Zoro was watching every flicker of emotion cross his face, seeing the exact moment pleasure overwhelmed him, witnessing his complete surrender. Sanji was buried inside the woman, but he still couldn’t look away from that intense gray eye. The woman moaned beneath him, her body warm and welcoming, but it was Zoro’s gaze that held Sanji captive. Zoro’s cock filling him perfectly. Zoro’s hand in his hair, keeping their eyes locked together.

Sanji rocked his hips forward, driving deeper into the woman. She cried out, her hands clutching the sheets. Sanji’s attention was split, half on the pleasure of being inside her and half on the overwhelming sensation of Zoro inside him. All of it was filtered through the intensity of Zoro’s unwavering stare.

“That’s it. Just like that. You’re doing so good, beautiful,” Zoro encouraged, his hands gripping Sanji’s hips, controlling the pace.

Every time Sanji thrust into the woman, Zoro’s cock dragged over his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure through him. The duality was maddening, overwhelming, perfect.

“Harder,” the woman gasped beneath him.

Sanji started to comply, his eyes beginning to drift down to where their bodies joined, but Zoro’s hand immediately caught his chin, forcing his gaze back up.

“Eyes on me,” Zoro commanded, his grip on Sanji’s hips tightening.

“And not too hard. You’re still sensitive. Don’t want you hurting yourself. Just nice and steady, pretty brows.”

Sanji’s breath caught. Even in the middle of this, Zoro was taking care of him and watching him. Always watching.

He cares. He actually cares about me. This isn’t just about getting off for him, Sanji realized, his chest tightening as he held Zoro’s gaze.

“I can’t,” Sanji gasped, his voice breaking.

He tried to look away, overwhelmed by the intimacy of being so thoroughly seen, but Zoro’s hand in his hair kept him locked in place. Zoro’s eye searched his face, drinking in every detail.

“Keep looking at me. Let me see you.”

The woman was moaning beneath him, her body responding to his thrusts, but Sanji could only focus on Zoro’s gaze.

“You’re so beautiful like this, caught between us, taking what you need. You’re being so good for both of us,” Zoro murmured, his eye never leaving Sanji’s face.

Even as Zoro said that, Sanji could see the possessiveness burning in that single gray eye, could feel the way Zoro’s grip tightened, the way his thrusts became more demanding, more claiming. Zoro didn’t really want to share Sanji. He was doing this because Sanji asked but he didn’t want this.

The realization sent a thrill through him. Zoro wanted him, exclusively. He wanted to keep him all to himself. Sanji could see it all written plainly in the way Zoro looked at him.

I want that too. I want to be his. Only his, Sanji thought, the truth crashing over him as he stared into Zoro’s eye.

The woman came with a cry, her body clenching around Sanji’s cock. The feeling caught him by surprise, drawing a deep moan from him as he felt his own orgasm building relentlessly.

“Zoro, I’m gonna...”

“I know, pretty brows. Let go. Come for me.”

Sanji pulled out and barely needed to stroke himself before he came with a broken moan, his eyes locked on Zoro’s, spilling across the woman’s chest and stomach as pleasure whited out his vision. Zoro held his gaze captive, watching every moment of Sanji’s unraveling with fierce satisfaction. Somehow that made it more intense.

Zoro followed moments later, his fingers digging into Sanji’s hips as he buried himself deep, his eye still locked on Sanji’s face. He watched Zoro’s expression shift, the way his jaw clenched, his pupil dilated and his lips parted on a groan. The feeling of Zoro coming inside him while maintaining that unbroken eye contact was more intense than his own orgasm had been.

They collapsed together, all three of them breathing hard. The woman made a satisfied sound, stretching languidly.

“You two are incredible,” she murmured.

After a moment, Zoro carefully pulled out and Sanji winced at the motion. His body was thoroughly used now, aching and sore, but satisfied in a way he’d never experienced before.

Still, his mind was reeling. The experiment had backfired spectacularly. He’d thought maybe being with the woman again would remind him of what he liked, ground him in his familiar desires. Instead, it had only made it clearer that what he wanted was Zoro.

I’m so fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.

Zoro left the bed briefly to go to the bathroom and returned with a clean cloth and bowl of water. He cleaned them all up with efficiency, his touch careful and tender. When he was done, he pulled Sanji against his chest. He went willingly, needing the closeness, the comfort. The woman curled up on Sanji’s other side, but there was distance now, a clear boundary. She was there, but she wasn’t part of what was happening between them.

“You two are something special. I hope you know that,” she said softly.

Sanji didn’t know what to say to that.

“Sleep. We’ll figure everything out later,” Zoro commanded gently, his hand stroking Sanji’s hair.

Sanji’s eyes drifted closed. His body was exhausted, his mind spinning, but wrapped in Zoro’s arms, he felt safe.

This changes everything, Sanji thought as sleep pulled him under.

He didn’t know if he was ready to face the prospect just yet, but he didn’t think he was going to have a choice soon.

~*~*~

When Sanji woke, sunlight was streaming through the curtains. He blinked groggily, his body protesting as he tried to move. Every muscle ached and his ass was sore in a way that made him wince.

Worth it, his traitorous mind supplied immediately.

He looked around the room. Zoro was still asleep beside him, one arm draped possessively over Sanji’s waist. But the woman...

Sanji sat up carefully, looking around. Her dress was gone. Her shoes. All her belongings. It was her hotel room but one wouldn’t know it given only his and Zoro’s clothes remained, folded neatly on the end of the bed unlike the trail they’d left on the floor last night.

“Zoro. Zoro, wake up,” Sanji coaxed, shaking his shoulder.

The swordsman blinked awake, his eye focusing on Sanji’s face.

“She’s gone.”

“What?”

Sanji gestured around the empty room.

“The woman. She’s gone.”

Zoro sat up, looking around. He glanced at his green robe, pants, haramaki, sash and swords sitting at the end of the bed. He let Sanji go before his hand went to his pants, checking the pockets.

“She’s gone and so are our wallets,” he grumbled but there was amusement in his voice.

Sanji’s eyes widened and he scrambled for his own pants, finding the pockets empty. He slumped back against the bed with a groan.

“Damn. She really played us.”

“Yep.”

“I can’t even be mad. That was well executed. We were completely… distracted,” Sanji admitted, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Do you actually care?” Zoro asked, his eye fixed on Sanji’s face.

Sanji considered that. His wallet had maybe 10,000 berries. Zoro’s probably less. In exchange, he’d had the best sex of his life and discovered something about himself he’d never expected.

“Not really,” he admitted.

“Good.”

Zoro reached for him, but Sanji’s hand shot out, pressing against his chest. The movement made him wince. His entire body was sore, muscles he didn’t even know he had protesting the motion. His ass ached, a deep, persistent throb that reminded him of everything they’d done.

“Wait. We should talk about this first.”

Zoro’s eyebrow raised.

“Talk?”

“Yeah. Talk. About what happened and what it means.”

Even as he said it, Sanji was acutely aware of Zoro’s warm skin under his palm, the solid muscle, the way his heart beat steady and strong. Zoro’s hand covered Sanji’s, holding it against his chest.

“What’s there to talk about?”

“Everything! We can’t just keep doing this without thinking about it.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s crazy. This is crazy.”

Sanji tried to pull back, but Zoro’s other hand came up to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. The gentle touch sent a shiver through him.

“We should stop to think clearly about what happened.”

“I am thinking clearly. This is the clearest I’ve been in a long time,” Zoro retorted, his eye dark with intent.

“We— mmph.”

Zoro kissed him, slow and deep, cutting off Sanji’s protest. He meant to push him away, meant to insist they talk first, but his hands were already sliding up Zoro’s chest to his shoulders, pulling him closer instead. When they broke apart, Sanji was breathing hard, his resolve crumbling.

“We need to talk,” Sanji tried again, but his voice was weak.

“Okay, we’ll talk,” Zoro said.

Sanji blinked at him in surprise at the easy acquiesce.

“But let me hold you while we do.”

Sanji hesitated before nodding in agreement. Zoro pulled him against his broad, scarred chest. Sanji went willingly, needing the closeness despite his confusion.

“Talk, Cook,” Zoro prompted.

“This doesn’t change anything between us,” Sanji started.

“Liar,” Zoro murmured, his lips brushing Sanji’s temple.

“I’m serious. We can’t just... this was just sex. Just physical.”

Zoro’s hand stroked down Sanji’s spine, soothing and possessive at once.

“It didn’t feel like ‘just sex’ to me.”

“What else would it be?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

Zoro pulled back slightly, looking at Sanji’s face.

“Did it feel like ‘just sex’ to you?”

Sanji opened his mouth to say yes, to maintain the lie, but the words wouldn’t come.

“I don’t know,” he admitted quietly.

“That’s okay. We don’t have to figure it all out right now,” Zoro reassured him, his hand coming up to cup Sanji’s face.

“We should at least talk about what happens next,” Sanji insisted.

“What do you want to happen next?” Zoro countered, his thumb stroking Sanji’s cheekbone.

Sanji’s breath caught. What did he want? He wanted more of this, more of Zoro, more of the way Zoro made him feel. Admitting that felt like stepping off a cliff.

“I don’t know,” he said again, his voice barely above a whisper.

Zoro leaned in, his forehead resting against Sanji’s.

“Yes, you do. You’re just scared to say it.”

“I’m not scared,” he protested weakly.

Zoro kissed him again, soft and sweet.

“It’s okay to be scared, Sanji. This is new. It’s different, but that doesn’t make it wrong.”

“How can you be so calm about this? Doesn’t it freak you out?”

“No. I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

Sanji pulled back, staring at him in shock.

“Wait, what?”

“I’ve wanted you for a while. Since Thriller Bark, at least,” Zoro admitted, his eye locked on Sanji’s face.

“That’s... that’s not possible. That was years ago.”

“I know.”

“But you… You never... you never said anything.”

Zoro’s hand slid into Sanji’s hair, fingers tangling in the blonde strands.

“Of course I didn’t. You would have kicked my ass if I’d tried anything. You were so determined to only want women that I figured I didn’t have a chance. When the woman offered that threesome… It was selfish, but I got an opportunity I never thought I’d have and I took it. I’ve been wanting to touch you, to taste you, to be inside you for so fucking long. You have no idea,” Zoro said, his voice rough with emotion.

Sanji’s whole body was trembling.

“I don’t... I don’t understand. You could’ve said something. You should’ve said something.”

“Would you have listened? Would you have believed me if I’d told you I wanted you? Would you have been open to seeing if you could want me back? Would any of this have happened if that woman hadn’t been here as a buffer?” Zoro asked gently.

Sanji thought about it, thought about how he’d been before last night, how convinced he’d been of his own heterosexuality. He’d never let himself look at men that way, never let himself acknowledge any attraction, so if Zoro had come to him before last night...

“No, I wouldn’t have been open to it,” he admitted.

“Exactly, but now you know. Now you’ve felt it and you can’t deny it anymore.”

Zoro kissed him again, deeper this time. Sanji reciprocated for a moment before he pulled back, his anxiety ratcheting up.

“Zoro, I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know if I’m ready for... whatever this is.”

“You don’t have to be ready, you just have to be willing to try and see where this thing goes,” Zoro said, his hands framing Sanji’s face.

“But what if... what if I’m not... what if I can’t...”

“Can’t what? Can’t want me? Can’t be with me? I think we both know that’s not true,” Zoro replied, his thumb brushing over Sanji’s lips.

“The crew—”

“Will deal with it. They’re our family. They’ll understand.”

“But what if they don’t? What if they think it’s weird, or wrong, or...”

“Then they’ll suck it up and get over it. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I want you, Sanji. I’ve wanted you for years. I’m not going to let anyone make you feel bad about this.”

Sanji’s eyes widened at the vehemence in his voice.

“You really mean that?”

“Every word.”

Zoro kissed him again, slow and deep and full of promise.

“I want you, pretty brows. I want to keep doing this with you. I want to see where it goes. I want to make you feel good every single day if you’ll let me.”

“Every day,” Sanji asked shakily.

“Every day. I want to wake up with you, fall asleep with you, touch you whenever I want, kiss you whenever I want, fuck you whenever you’ll let me.”

“You’re insane,” he murmured, a blush coloring his cheeks.

“Maybe, but you want it too. Don’t you, beautiful,” Zoro asked, leaning into his ear so the words brushed against it softly.

He couldn’t help the shiver that went down his spine as he felt Zoro’s tongue brush against the sensitive shell. His body melted into the other man’s despite his lingering doubts.

Fuck, when did he become so easy?

“This is a bad idea,” he mumbled.

“Probably, but you’re going to say yes anyway,” Zoro replied confidently.

“You’re so fucking arrogant.”

“Maybe, but you love it.”

Zoro sucked on the sensitive spot behind his ear before kissing down his jaw, his neck, his collarbone.

“You love how I take control. Love how I make you feel. Love how I know exactly what you need.”

Love.

That was a terrifying thing to say. Especially because Zoro might be right. Sanji might actually love all those things. Knowing Sanji’s heart, before long those wouldn’t be the only things he loved when it came to Zoro.

“I don’t...” he tried to protest one last time, but Zoro’s lips drew in a mouthful of flesh on his neck, sucking and biting at the skin and making the words dissolve into a moan.

“Don’t lie to me, Sanji. Don’t lie to yourself. You want this. You want me. Just admit it,” Zoro murmured against his skin.

“I... I want you. Okay? I want you. Happy?”

“Getting there.”

Zoro pulled back to look at him, his eye dark with desire and something deeper.

“But I want more than that. I want you to say you’ll give this a chance. That you’ll let me keep touching you, keep making you feel good. That you won’t run away when we get back to the ship.”

Sanji’s heart was pounding. This was it, the moment of decision. He could say no, could insist this was just a one-time thing, could go back to pretending he didn’t want Zoro. But he’d be lying and they both knew it.

“Okay, I’ll... I’ll give it a chance,” Sanji heard himself say before he could dwell on it any further.

Zoro’s expression softened, something warm and tender flickering in his eye.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know what this is or where it’s going, but... I want to find out.”

Sanji’s voice was shaky, but he meant it. Zoro kissed him again, deep and claiming.

“Good, because I’m not letting you go, pretty brows. You’re mine now.”

“I’m not a possession,” Sanji weakly protested.

“You’re not, but you’re mine anyway and I’m yours. If you want me.”

Sanji’s breath caught.

“You’re... you’re mine?”

“Always have been. Just took you a while to figure it out.”

Sanji’s vision blurred, his throat tight with emotion.

“You’re such an asshole.”

Zoro grinned, sharp and pleased.

“Yeah, but I’m your asshole now.”

Sanji laughed, the sound breaking on a sob.

“This is so crazy.”

Zoro pulled him close, holding him tight.

“But it could be good, right? This thing between us?”

“Yeah, it could be good,” Sanji acknowledged, his face buried in Zoro’s neck.

They stayed like that for a long moment, just holding each other. Sanji’s mind was still spinning, still trying to process everything that had happened, everything that was happening.

“We should probably get back to the ship. They’re going to wonder where we are,” the blond said eventually.

“Let them wonder. We’ve got time,” Zoro murmured, his hand stroking down Sanji’s spine.

“Moss,” he retorted warningly.

“Okay, okay.”

Zoro pulled back, his hand cupping Sanji’s face. He leaned in and kissed Sanji one more time. The kiss was slow and deep, full of all the things they hadn’t said yet, all the feelings they were still figuring out. When they broke apart, Sanji was breathless, his heart racing.

“We should go,” he said, but he didn’t move.

“Yeah,” Zoro agreed, but he didn’t let go.

They stayed like that for another moment, just looking at each other. Then, reluctantly, they started getting dressed.

Sanji’s body protested every movement, sore and aching in ways that made him wince. Underneath the discomfort was satisfaction, pride, the knowledge that Zoro had done this to him, had claimed him, had made him his.

I’m in so much trouble, but I don’t care. I want this. I want him.

They made their way out of the hotel, into the bright morning sunlight. The port town was bustling with activity, people going about their day, completely unaware of what had happened in that room upstairs.

“Ready to face the crew?” Zoro asked, his hand finding Sanji’s.

Sanji looked down at their joined hands, then up at Zoro’s face.

“No, but I’ll do it anyway.”

Zoro’s grin was sharp and pleased.

“That’s my cook.”

“Come on. Let’s go before I change my mind,” Sanji said, tugging Zoro forward.

They walked through the town together, hands linked, heading back toward the ship. Back toward their crew, their family, their future.

Sanji didn’t know what that future held, didn’t know how the crew would react, how they’d navigate this new dynamic, how they’d make it work. However, for the first time in his life he was willing to find out. Whatever this was between him and Zoro, it was worth it.