A Sharp Game

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Rating: Explicit
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Category: M/M
Fandom: One Piece
Relationship: Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji
Character: Vinsmoke Sanji, Roronoa Zoro
Additional Tags: Sexual Tension, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering,
Teasing, Rimming, Knifeplay, Blood, is it really foreplay if there isn't
death threats?, i wanted really smut but fluff intensified, Top/Bottom
Roronoa Zoro, Top/Bottom Vinsmoke Sanji, Dirty Talk, Kissing, Hair-
pulling, Angry Sex, Fluff and Smut, ZoSanZo
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2022-11-09 Completed: 2022-12-04 Chapters: 4/4 Words:
10173

A Sharp Game
by MisatoKatsunasty

Summary

Zoro has gone too far in the last fight he had with Sanji. However, he will repay the cook in
an unexpected way.

Notes

See the end of the work for notes

 A wound and a warm cup of tea

Sanji went directly to the first-aid kit located in the upstairs bathroom. In his last heated argument
with the swordsman, he couldn't escape one of the edges of his swords, where his rival inflicted a
slight cut on his right cheek.

"Marimo asshole," he grumbled while applying disinfectant with a cotton ball to the small wound.
He groaned due to the burning that arose with the contact of the fluid with the injury, and seconds
later he placed a band-aid on his face.

Once this matter was settled, he inserted a cigarette between his lips, lit it, and went down to the
kitchen in a bad mood that he suspected would take longer than expected to go away. As he began
to think about the menu for tonight, Sanji released a trail of smoke out from between his lungs. The
kitchen door opened, emitting a creaking sound, and the swordsman with the sempiternal defiant
look stepped into the cook's territory.

Just Sanji was taking out the knives to start with the arrangements, creating a more tense
atmosphere due to the previous discussion, which still hovered between the blond-haired man's
thoughts.

"Now what's the matter, you idiot swordsman?" he asked. "Did you get lost even on our own
ship?".

"I just wanted some booze, curly brow," he replied.

"I don't think you'll be taking any alcohol on my watch. Particularly today. You left a mark on my
face with one of your damn swords and I'm still pissed off."

The swordsman laughed sardonically and leaned his back against one of the kitchen walls, the one
closest to the door. He crossed his arms and dropped his weight on one of his feet. "That's what
you get because you have a long way to go before you're on my level, you perv cook."

Before Zoro could finish his sentence, full of teasing towards the cook, one of the knives flew mere
inches from the swordsman's temple. Zoro swallowed hard and pretended to keep his composure,
though he hadn't sensed the blond-haired man's attack. Shit, he thought, punishing himself a little, I
wasn't concentrated. How could that have been?

"Say what you want, you dumb marimo. If it makes you feel any better..." he sputtered, again
concentrating on the food he was already giving form to. The swordsman grunted and pulled the
knife out of the wall without taking his eyes off the cook, dropping it on one of the kitchen
counters. He could tell Sanji was more annoyed than he should be, so he decided not to add fuel to
the fire and surrender to his attempt to skimp on some alcohol from the pantry.

Geez, he complained. This guy's always hanging around here, there's no one to drink around here.
Anyway, it was just a stupid scratch, thought the swordsman. If only he'd had better reflexes. He
grabbed the kitchen doorknob and, before leaving, asked: "One thing, cook. You have a lot of
respect for your knives, why the fuck did you throw one in my face?".

"Are you being particularly fucking stupid today or what, moss hair? That knife is on its deathbed.
And you consider yourself a good swordsman? You can take it if you want, see if you can develop
a new technique by sticking it up your ass," Sanji sputtered grudgingly.

With his only eye, Zoro looked at the tool, grabbed it, and decided to take it with him without
saying anything. How rare is this man, the cook muttered to himself. Sanji's heart was pounding as
he sautéed in one of his saucepans, he bit the end of his cigarette and decided not to think about the
green-haired idiot anymore, as it would only boost his bad mood.

---

When the entire crew had a full belly, the kitchen was clean and almost everyone was either
sleeping or concentrating on their pending tasks, Sanji decided to rest for a while, relaxing his arms
and contemplating the starry, clear sky, while the smoke from his cigarette escaped and mixed its
scent with the smell of the sea breeze.

This night it was Zoro's turn to see the first islands, and he was already on the lookout for the first
glimpse of land that appeared in the sky. The second turn was for Brook.

It had been a couple of days since they had set foot on firm ground, and Sanji also felt that
spending so much time enclosed in the ship would end up driving him crazy, especially if that
damn moss-head was tickling him at the slightest chance he could. Although on the face of it and
being fair, he wasn't inhibited either as soon as he knew he could get on his nerves and piss him
off.

The cook noticed how his breath hitched just thinking about his major rival. Even though it had
been a laborious and intense day, he was more awake than ever, and he knew the green-haired man
would be up as well. Also, watches are always dreadfully boring, so why not keep him a little
company? Once Sanji assumed that going up to where the swordsman was was most likely adding
to his bad mood, he headed over with a cup of black tea to help keep the swordsman from napping
when he shouldn't.

"Here you got, you marimo idiot," he toasted the steaming cup of tea to the swordsman. Despite
everything, Zoro never wasted any time, and though he was keeping a watchful eye on the horizon,
he was also devoting effort to his training. His tanned chest was bare, covered with a light film of
sweat, showing that deep scar, a reminder that he should never make a misstep again.

"Thank you, love cook," he replied, grabbing the cup. Zoro looked him straight in the eyes, hard
and letting out a chuckle between his teeth. "Deep down you're softer than you think you are."

That answer caught the cook off guard, not really knowing how to react, except that he did notice
how a subtle erection began to manifest itself. Sanji wanted to die at that very moment. Why do I
have to get a boner because of this idiot? he thought. It was well true that the cook's sex life lately
wasn't very prolific, considering they'd been on the high seas for over a week, but knowing the
blond-haired man's high sex drive, eight days was already almost too much for him to deal with.
And relieving himself alone was fine, but it was never as satisfying as it used to be in nice,
interesting company.

The marimo is not that kind of company, he tried to convince himself. And besides, I highly doubt
he'd be half as interested in a human being as much as he was in his swords.

"Why so damn quiet, cook?" the swordsman asked, raising an eyebrow and slowly approaching
Sanji. "Still angry about my little cut of nothing I gave you?" he brought one of his large, sensually
veined hands up to the blond man's face, stroking the band-aid that hid the cut from this morning's
fight.

Sanji felt his erection grow stronger at the light touch, but he shadowed his face. I can't be horny
for this beast. I refuse. Dead first, the blond thought.
"Touch my face again and I'll bite your hand off," he warned the swordsman.

Zoro stared up at the night sky again, ignoring the cook's growing irritation. "I keep thinking about
the knife you threw at me. It caught me off guard, if I'm being honest with you," he admitted.
Sanji's eyes widened as he heard those words from the swordsman's mouth. He'd never have
imagined that he would acknowledge a wrong move, and more so having made it in the face of his
main rival on this ship.

"It has served its purpose very well," he perched next to him, unconsciously looking for the
slightest contact, also observing the dark sky that rested above their heads.

"What about you?", he inquired in a harsh tone. "It's unusual for you to stay so long here with me
without taking our throats in our hands, don't you think?".

"For once, I'm going to agree with you," he laughed, blowing out some of the smoke from the
cigarette that had already gone through his lungs. Sanji rested his gaze on his muscled neck and
slid it down in a cautious amount of time, which he hoped Zoro hadn't noticed. "Though if you
want a hand on your neck, all you have to do is ask me, you moss head."

At that sentence, Sanji noticed how the swordsman swallowed saliva and fell silent. Just by
noticing the shine in his eyes, illuminated by a crescent moon, he knew his cheeks were burning.
Wow, thought the cook. So he's not used to flirting. Would it be prudent to try a little move? As the
night was turning, Sanji was becoming increasingly horny and -surprisingly- comfortable with the
presence of his companion.

The cook aligned his face in front of the swordsman's and reached out his right hand, giving him a
soft touch on his face, where he cautiously entangled his fingers between the golden earrings of the
fearsome man. Zoro tensed but did not reject the contact, as Sanji had foreseen. The blond-haired
man noticed how the swordsman's breathing became agitated.

"Wow," Zoro laughed. "And this demonstration of affection? I'm still right about you being pretty
cute."

"I don't see you complaining about it," replied the cook, who slid his hand to the swordsman's
broad, warm neck. "I can also be as rough as you if I felt like it, can you see?" he replied, moving
closer to his face, giving him a contentious look, pressing his neck in such a way that he caught
Zoro off guard. The swordsman could feel the cook's breath on his face.

Zoro noticed the blood rushing to his cock and that a massive erection would soon emerge. It
infuriated him that the cook was exerting such an influence on him, but it was not something he
could control. One of the swordsman's free hands pushed their faces even further apart, just inches
from each other, and dug his fingers into Sanji's thick hair, tugging it a little.

Sanji, taking advantage of the closeness of their faces, provocatively stuck out his tongue, sliding it
across his rival's lips, nose, cheek, and forehead. Then he gave him a teasing smile. Zoro, unable to
contain himself any longer, furiously kissed the cook's lips, and it quickly became a chase in which
their tongues were involved.

Rapidly, they writhed and sought each other eagerly, thirsty and confused, but eager for a contact
that, surprisingly to both members of the Straw Hats, was becoming more comfortable than they
would ever admit. Suddenly, Zoro, with one of his large, nimble hands, stroked over his clothes the
cook's erect, throbbing dick.

"Stop, please". Sanji abruptly pulled away from the swordsman's arms. "Marimo, are you sure you
want to go through with this?".

"Ero-cook, at what point does it make you think that if I put my hand on your cock I don't want to
keep going on with this?".

"I don't know... I never took you for a person who was overly interested in sex."

"It's not like I get to slobber or tell my little stories in front of everyone either..." the swordsman
replied. "It's not my style, you idiot."

"It's not mine either!", Sanji answered with some annoyance. "But I don't know... I didn't make you
that flexible in your sexual choices..."

"Once again...," Zoro slid his hand inside Sanji's pants, searching for his tight erection, constricted
in an awfully tight pair of pants. The swordsman licked his neck, confusing the cook from the
image he had always had of him. "It's not my style to boast about my most intimate life, you
perverted cook."

Zoro untied Sanji's pants and began to stimulate him, with increasingly faster movements, getting
various moans out of him. The swordsman was quick and immediately thrust several of his large,
calloused, battle-hardened fingers into the cook's mouth, shushing him. "Don't you see they're
going to hear us, you moron?", the swordsman said.

Sanji sucked vehemently on the fingers the swordsman had stuck in his mouth, as well as fiddling
with his quick, slick tongue in circles, making him even hornier. "Keep it up and you're going to
cause me to cum without you even fucking touching me, asshole." The cook reached under Zoro's
pants as well, not as tight as his own, revealing an impressive, throbbing erection that he had
already been sensing minutes before on his own.

The cook released Zoro's cock, jerking him off less roughly than was typical of the swordsman's
movements, which were incessant and made Sanji lose his mind a little. The swordsman moaned
cautiously, freeing his hand from between the blond's jaws, and taking the blond's hand into his
own mouth.

Zoro lustfully licked and sucked each of the cook's digits, knowing that the hand that fed him had
to be taken care of. Sanji arched his body in pleasure, his hair covering his entire face, which made
the swordsman incredibly horny. Both were still engaged in giving pleasure to each other. Zoro,
powerless, exploded with desire at the deft movements of Sanji's hand, and he came into Sanji's
hand. Gasping and biting his lip, he brought his face close to the cook's.

"Not to rush you, you idiot cook, but...," he whispered, leaning closer to his ear. "There's not much
time left before Brook goes upstairs to do his shift. And you know, he can take a lot of things as a
joke, but he's too punctual. Is it that you want him to see you this horny, huh?"

"I think deep down you just don't want it to be over," Sanji replied with insolence. "If you were
more experienced I would have cum by now, you stupid marimo."

Zoro pouted, removed his hand from Sanji's cock, and knelt before him. "Oh, yeah?" he spat in a
provocative tone. "Let's see if you will cum or not."

The swordsman began to gently lick Sanji's glans, twisting his tongue and noticing the cook's
latent excitation on his palate. Zoro sucked non-stop, causing his rival to almost burst into tears
from sheer pleasure. He continued with the blowjob, taking it deeper and showing the blond some
qualities that pleasantly shocked him, taking his shaft to places that he, on other occasions, had not
been able to without starting to gag. Zoro, though already satisfied, was becoming aroused again as
he noticed the trembling of the cook's legs.

"Fuck, marimo... If you keep this up, I'm going to cum," he looked down at the man from above
with his blue eye visible. He was gasping all the time.

The swordsman just ignored his words and continued the task. Sanji pulled his whole body back,
and caressed the man's mossy hair, while the man fiddled with his testicles. The cook felt he could
take no more and, having warned Zoro of what was coming, he came all the way down his rival's
throat. Zoro swallowed the semen of Sanji, who still didn't know how he could stand up.

After a few minutes of recomposing himself, the cook was finally able to articulate words. "My
God... That was... That was... Just good."

"Sure," Zoro replied, kissing Sanji on the lips softly. "Get the hell out of here, or that skeleton will
know more things than you and I want. Do you want the whole crew to know about this affair
tomorrow?"

"Not a chance, you stupid moss head." Sanji lit himself a cigarette, which he felt he needed more
than ever. What the fuck had just happened? he thought. "Hey, asshole, don't forget to drink your
tea. I guess it'll be iced by now, anyway."
 Starved
Chapter Notes

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As usual, the Straw Hat crew's cook woke up at sunrise. Sanji hadn't slept very well in the last two
days. There were two reasons for that: first, a horrible storm kept lashing the ship with the roars of
huge waves crashing against it. The second reason was that his mind was vividly recreating the
image of a certain moss-haired swordsman taking his cock deep into his throat.

Just remembering it made him shudder, and a light erection threatened to grow. 'Where the fuck
would he have learned to do something like that?' the cook wondered, as he got up and made his
way to the bathroom for his morning shower.

Warm water began to fall on his hair, becoming curly thanks to the light steam in the air, and on his
bare, sculpted chest.

He closed his eyes, trying to relax his mind, but again he was invaded by images of what happened.
He had to admit that he couldn't remember the last time he'd had a blowjob that he'd thought about
for days. Just thinking about the green-haired man's surprisingly skillful tongue, his erection
finished surfacing with potency and, as he was taking a shower, he decided to relieve all the
accumulated tension.

___

As he left the bathroom, now fully dressed, he let the warm breeze in the air dry his golden hair.
On his way to the kitchen, he heard Usopp's voice:

‘Land in sight!' shouted the crew shooter, warning that at last, after more than ten long days at sea,
they would be able to rest for a while on solid land.

And that meant only one thing for the cook: he could spend the night in the company of a beautiful
lady who would make all his dreams come true. At least until the log pose marked his new
destination.

Harvesta was a spring island that welcomed them with the mixed scent of roses and lilies before
they docked in an anchorage where they could keep the ship safe without being discovered by the
Marine.

He was already visualizing himself picking flowers to offer them to the beautiful ladies of this
island, yet to be explored, until out of nowhere an unpleasant, deep yawn interrupted his daydream.
And, as expected, it came from the throat of the idiot swordsman.

The unbearable noise gave him an immediate irritation. However, it was quickly stopped because
Nami-swan appeared to ask Sanji to go get some special groceries they used to have on these
spring islands, a very sweet fruits that were especially good for making moisturizing creams and
face masks.

Once the tasks had been organized, the cook breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he would have
some time to himself. Then he could get his mind off the marimo and start focusing on something
more productive.

As he wandered through the inviting, flowery streets of Heliantus, the city where they docked, he
admired the local ladies as he searched for the best ingredients to restock the ship's provisions,
putting special care to the fruits Nami-swan had requested. He was sure the navigator would be
very grateful, although Sanji had long ago assumed that his relationship with the women of the
crew was more platonic than anything else.

When he had made all the necessary purchases, he decided to head for the Sunny, rest for a while
and then investigate with the rest of the crew which would be the best places to enjoy a night out
with his nakamas and, if he was lucky enough, steal the attention of a beautiful lady.

As they had found a nice hiding place, there was not a soul on the ship. The cook felt it was the
best way to get a good rest after his sleepless nights, so he went in a very good mood to the
bedroom shared with the boys, anxious to have a little more time with himself.

However, as soon as he opened the bedroom door, he realized that he was not the only person who
had that same idea. And just that person had to be, precisely , his greatest rival within the crew.

'You've got to be kidding me,' the cook grumbled through his teeth, biting the tip of a cigarette
about to be consumed.

Zoro yawned noisily. 'Smoking is forbidden here, you curly idiot,' the swordsman replied in a
slightly aggressive, yet sleepy tone, without even opening his eyes. Everything about him was
slightly aggressive, even if he didn't intend to be.

The cook extinguished the cigarette reluctantly against the sole of his shoe and then, making sure it
was completely out, threw it into one of the garbage cans in the room. Marimo's presence made the
blond man uncomfortable, and he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep much longer until he left. And
he wasn't going to leave.

He laid down on his comfortable bed, covered himself with a light sheet, and tried to ignore the
swordsman. A short time later, he heard him sit up, and Sanji breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the
moss-haired man would leave the room. What he didn't imagine was that the strong man would be
fighting for space on his single bed.

“What the hell are you doing?”, the cook asked angrily. Although Sanji remained lying on his
mattress, he was quick to push the swordsman away with one of his strong legs, which was now
resting on one of Zoro's bare shoulders.

“Holy shit, cook” he snorted, as he slid his big, veiny hand down the inside of Sanji's leg very
slowly, not going any further than his knee. “I'm not very good at this kind of thing, but.... I was
left wanting something else that night.”

Sanji's heart skipped a beat. Those last two days, he thought Zoro had been avoiding him. He
wasn't looking for him, either. The cook was confused and thought that if he talked about it with
the swordsman it was giving too much importance to something that, very likely, was just a silly
hot moment. Even though the blond man hadn't thought about anything else since then. And now
there he was, with a more than evident boner hidden under his underwear.

“Still wanting to taste the flavor of these legs, huh?” asked the cook.

“Shut the fuck up, you idiot”, he blushed.

The swordsman began to eagerly kiss the cook's bare leg that was still resting on his shoulder.
Sanji was also in his underwear due to the fact that his initial plan was to get a long nap. But now,
faced with this situation, that idea had been completely erased from his mind and he had woken up
completely. Curiosity and excitement filled his mind, thinking about what the fuck was going on to
have ended up wrapped in this way with the moss-haired man again.

The swordsman descended wildly, after going all over the cook's leg with licks, kisses and bites, to
the blond man's face. It wasn't the first time he had his face so close, but a certain twitch of
nervousness whipped his body, increasing his erection, which right now was very close against
Zoro's one, and being aware that only two thin fabrics separated them. That heated him up even
more, if possible.

Zoro went straight for Sanji's lips, like a bloodthirsty predator. The cook, however, grabbed him by
the jaw, curbing his intentions. The blond bit his lower lip, thirsty, but confident, staring at how the
swordsman was dying for both men's tongues to twist for as long as it took.

“Maybe you deserve to be left wanting because you're not letting me sleep, moss hair. Don't you
think that's quite disrespectful?” asked Sanji,

Immediately, the blond brought his tongue up to the swordsman's face. He slid the tip from his
chin to the cheek where the scar on his left eye was born. Then he went down to give him a light
suction on his lower lip and finish him off with a sharp bite he wasn't expecting.

“Fucking curly, don't tease me”.

That said, Zoro quickly reached for the blond's cock, slipping his hand under the thin fabric, and
stroking it with overwhelming gentleness, contrasting with the man's ever-menacing expression.
Sanji had to admit to himself that this dissonance activated mechanisms he didn't even know
existed in him.

He's so damn hot , thought the cook, as he bit his lower lip at the warm touch of Zoro's hand, while
cursing inwardly. Sanji's gaze kept falling on the swordsman's impressive sculpted chest. Actually,
ever since that night he had been craving to lick that deep, pride scar.

The swordsman was stimulating the blond's throbbing cock, which was enclosed in his broad hand.
Sanji was twitching with pleasure at the increasing movements of the marimo, who kept watching
lustfully as the cook gasped and moaned, sometimes avoiding eye contact between the two of them.
Zoro was surprised that Sanji could be shy about anything. That only made the swordsman even
hornier, if that was even possible at this point.

Zoro stopped the movement of his hand and stuck several fingers into the cook's mouth. Sanji
recreated himself sucking on the swordsman's calloused digits. His fast tongue made the green-
haired man shiver, proving to him that he was also capable of doing many things with his
experienced mouth.

He eagerly withdrew the wet fingers and began to insert one of them, very slowly, into Sanji's ass.
“You're too tight, you perverted cook. If you don't want me to continue, you just have to...”.

"No." He replied. "Go on... A little deeper... It's just that... it's been a while since I've bottomed",
Sanji confessed.

"Okay," Zoro replied in his deep voice. He slowly began to go a little deeper inside the cook, who
began to relax a little more. After sensing this, the swordsman ventured one of his big fingers in
further, all the way in.

Sanji writhed in a mixture of pain and pleasure that made Zoro dying to bury his cock in the cook's
tight ass.
Zoro could not stand it any longer and sunk his tongue into Sanji's mouth, where the two
encountered each other and began an eternal chase. They were rough, anxious kisses, typical of two
famished beasts that had not tasted the exact flavor of their favorite blood in a long time. With the
growing excitement, the swordsman took the opportunity to introduce a third digit, swallowing a
loud moan directly from the cook's delicious mouth.

"Fuck, cook," gasped the swordsman. "If I don't fuck you already I think I'm going to cum just
seeing how much you're enjoying it."

"A lot? You think very highly of yourself, you stupid marimo."

"You'll get it too, second wing," the swordsman replied, after licking the cook's neck and chest. He
pulled his fingers out of Sanji's insides and went straight for a condom, eager, though trying to
maintain control in front of the cook.

Having put on the condom, Zoro unleashed the beast within him. He turned Sanji around rudely,
squeezed his strong buttocks and began to lick slowly, though increasing the speed, the cook's
butthole, while with one of his free hands he massaged his balls very carefully.

The cook began to moan desperately, as he felt the green-haired man's steady grip. Sweat was
running all over his body, curling his hair.

Not long after, the swordsman got into position to penetrate Sanji, but the moss head was
recreating himself by tapping his entrance with his big, throbbing cock.

"You want to put it in me already, you fucking tease?" the cook manifested, dead eager to feel the
swordsman's cock inside him.

"Shhh," Zoro ordered, inserting a couple of fingers into his mouth, making the blond shut up.
"Don't you say to savor everything well? Don't be so impatient, you bastard."

"I mean the food, you tasteless fucking marimo," he gasped.

"Well, you'll taste me more thoroughly. You're pretty delicious, on the other hand".

Zoro slowly pushed his cock into the tight interior of the cook, who by now had become quite
dilated. The swordsman pushed his dick in slowly, listening to the slight moans that escaped the
blond, getting even more excited, until the first layer of muscle gave way, and he was able to go,
calmly, all the way to his prostate.

Sanji was moaning without ceasing. Every nerve ending in his body felt electric, and Zoro took
advantage of this, licking every corner of his neck, his back. He squeezed his hips roughly, which
would later leave the blond with marks, something that wouldn't particularly amuse him, leaving
him with another reminder of the swordsman's pace through his body.

"Fuck, cook. Keep that up and I'll cum in a second," the moss-haired man growled.

The two men were constantly twitching. Sanji, being unable to hold it any longer, cummed on his
sheets. Zoro continued with an incessant movement, gripping the cook's hips tighter and tighter,
whom he feared to break at any moment. He sank his head into the blond's sculpted back, biting it
with such fury that it caused the cook to moan grumpily. That complaint was the culmination for
the swordsman to cum immediately, releasing a resounding moan into the air, taking his last
breath.

"Well, then, how do my legs taste?" Sanji joked.

 "Oh, shut up, you curly idiot," Zoro said, dead embarrassed as he remembered the phrase he'd said
to the cook in mid-influence for being horny as fuck.

Though truth be told, the swordsman hadn't disliked getting a second bite of the cook again at all.

Chapter End Notes

Thank you for reading this work!

 A Break
Chapter Notes

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Three days had passed since Nami indicated to the crew that the stay in Harvesta was going to be
longer than expected. One of the old ladies who ran one of the most elegant cafés in town
apparently informed her that the log pose would find its next destination after spending a total of
forty days on the spring island.

The nakamas weren't used to rest for so long at the same destination. However, it was nice to know
that they would be in a land with mild climates, closer to warm than cold, rather than in a desert
and/or frozen wasteland.

"Take it as a well-deserved break," the navigator announced, with a big smile on her face. "I've
been told about the best places to visit and go shopping, not just in Heliantus, but in neighboring
cities as well."

It opened up a multitude of options to the crew: tasting the local island food, and exploring the
nearby forests for medicinal herbs that Chopper could use to improve his remedies.... The resident
doctor was fully aware that there was no better place to find the best materials than the spring
islands.

To other nakamas it would mean more time researching the mysterious Poneglyphs, developing
new artifacts with which to generate more powerful and accurate attacks, training thoroughly,
creating new recipes with the ingredients that the cook could find on the island, or falling into the
sea and being rescued by his companions for the hundredth time.

For two members in particular, being in the same place for so long was not new, but after having
exchanged something more than just their fiery and intense battles, it could be a problem they
hadn't considered because of the previous arousal. And because they both didn't think it would go
beyond a quick fuck.

After their sexy affair in the shared suite with the rest of the male crew, the swordsman and the
cook had barely spoken a word to each other. Even to antagonize each other. For them not to have
spoken to each other for three days was not unusual, but not to try to get on each other's nerves
raised suspicions among the nakamas.

Best thing about spending so much time at the same place, unlike on the Sunny, is that at least you
get to see new, unfamiliar and exciting faces. That was one of the main ideas Sanji had in mind: to
get the marimo off his head between the breasts of a beautiful lady. The cook really needed to get
the swordsman out of his daydreaming, since his naughty mind, when he was trying to blank it,
couldn't stop recreating how the swordsman's sharp tongue ran up his bare legs with lust and
devotion.

Zoro, on the other hand, remained stoic and seemingly calm. Since arriving in Harvesta, except for
the interrupted nap day, the green-haired man had barely set foot on the ship other than for his
serious training in the crow's nest and, if he ever decided to return, he was accompanied by the
scent of sake. Maybe more than usual.

_____
With thirty long days still ahead on the spring island, plans were getting monotonous. To those
nakamas who enjoyed the routines, they seemed to want to extend the hours of the day, especially
those dedicated to research. The few moments without excessive action were when they could
enjoy the most, and they were very grateful for it.

During one of the nights when the crew visited one of the pirate-friendly locals in the area, Sanji
had the pleasure of spending a delightful evening with a dark-haired lady named Dora. On the
eighth day in Harvesta, the blond cook seduced the attractive woman, who succumbed to the fine
language and chivalry with which she was courted.

Sanji gave his full dedication to the sex meeting, as it couldn't be any other way. However, when
he returned to the ship when the sky was giving a luminous sight, showing a clear, beautiful, starry
horizon, all he could think of was that he had not enjoyed it as much as on other occasions. He
couldn't identify very well the cause of this distraction, but he wasn't going to punish himself
either: the result wasn't always spectacular, he knew. He trusted that the next play with another of
the island's ladies would leave him more satisfied.

On the other hand, the swordsman continued his strict training sessions. He was putting in a special
effort, pushing himself to his limits. The ten days of training in the sun had made his bronzed skin
take on a deeper tone, tanning his torso always marked by his characteristic deep scar. Zoro was
unable to admit that he was overspending his time immersed in his training to avoid thinking of the
cook's choked moans, his dirty tongue twisted between his calloused fingers, his tight ass as he was
buried inside him…

The green-haired man thought that tasting the blond more thoroughly would satisfy him. But he
never thought they would have such chemistry and sexual tension. And Zoro, since then, kept
thinking that he wanted to materialize the most lustful desires with Sanji.

Some rumors about the cook's sexual encounters had reached his ears, no matter how much he
claimed to be a gentleman. No doubt some of the women of the crew, taking advantage of the fact
that the cook was probably drunk, and that he is excessively kind to the female companions, got
some information from him about an affair or two. And it seemed that blondie had more
perversions than he was trying to contain.

So knowing that, the swordsman was thirsty to propose a game to the cook, assuming he was
willing to accept. Now he would just have to come up with a plan, something that certainly made
him nervous, because it's well-known that Zoro is a man of action.

___

It was a breathtaking night. Again the sky spread a clean layer of bright stars, and the resident cook
was lamenting his turn to stand watch on the ship. He placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it.
He watched the harbor lights in the distance, making a touristic sight, typical of the postcards they
found in the immediate area, which he had almost had enough of in just ten days.

He just wanted to go out to check that his strange night with that beautiful brunette lady was only
the product of an absent-minded day. Sanji took another long drag, letting the smoke escape,
curling over his head.

Maybe he just needed a bit of alone time, without rubber captains who required too much attention
to keep large quantities of food from vanishing. And without idiot swordsmen demanding some
alcohol when he tried to think of meals for the evening. That had been the biggest interaction they'd
had lately, something that was getting on the blond's nerves.
"Sanji-kun, sorry if you mind if I ask." Days ago, Brook came up to the galley, concerned at the
permanent silence between the two rivals. He hadn't been the only one asking about the obvious
silence, which made it worse. "Has something happened between you and Zoro-san?"

"No, not really," replied the cook, who gulped and tried to appear unperturbed. "Why do you ask?"

"I've noticed a weird atmosphere.... You don't even argue, and that worries me."

"It's supposed to be better not to fight, isn't it? More peace and quiet for everyone."

"Yeah, right. But... I don't know how to express myself. It's through confrontation that I notice
you're okay. Anyway. I'm sorry if I've intruded too much. In any case, if you need anything, I'm
here," the skeleton reminded him.

"Thank you, Brook. I really appreciate it. But everything's fine, don't worry," he lied. Of course it
wasn't fine. No matter how hard he tried, the cook was clinging to his mind like honey to his
gums.

Recalling that conversation with his nakama, Sanji again took another broad puff, and angrily
expelled the smoke. "Fucking idiot," he grumbled through his teeth, knowing that no one would
hear him.

A long night awaited him, and he gathered an abundant supply of tobacco, in order not to feel
desperate. If he was lucky, the breathing would help him relax, watching the nightly spectacle
accompanied by the sound of a calm sea crashing against the stern of the ship.

When he had finally calmed down, the cook heard the sound of some heavy boots, which were
usually accompanied by a complete idiot with a scar running across a broad, tanned chest
diagonally.

"Of all the places you could get lost, why just here, marimo?" asked Sanji with some reluctance.

"I don't get lost, curlybrow." Zoro stepped up to Sanji with a certain caution. They were both
uncomfortable because neither of them had made the slightest movement to make conversation
since that day, beyond some casual grunting and an occasional look of disdain.

"If you're coming for booze, I've given you enough. Get out there and fight for it," growled the
cook, biting angrily at the tip of a cigarette on his last few puffs.

"Don't get like that, you pervert cook. What's the matter, ain't it always supposed to get you laid
makes you in a better mood?" the green-haired man retorted.

After listening to Zoro's words, the cook could not stand it any longer, he jumped in the air to gain
impulse and tried to attack directly at the swordsman's head. The swordsman quickly took out one
of his swords to stop the powerful and furious kick. For a couple of minutes they engaged in a fiery
fight, full of cursing.

"What the fuck do you care what state I'm in after getting laid or not, you mossy idiot?" sputtered
Sanji.

"I don't give a shit," Zoro replied, avoiding the kick being thrown by the cook from his left. "But if
you're feeling the way I'm feeling, there's no fucking way you could have enjoyed with someone
else that much."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" the cook shouted, giving him a kick from the opposite
flank.

This time, with the free hand the swordsman had, he grabbed the blond's toned leg hard, stopping
his attack dead in its tracks. The green-haired man quickly sheathed his sword, and at the risk of
losing his balance, Zoro grabbed Sanji by the waist, who immediately stabilized. Their faces
remained within inches of each other, feeling each other's sweat and ragged breaths after the heated
fight.

"I don't understand you, marimo," Sanji declared, with bated breath, his gaze sliding to his rival's
lips. "If you wanted to keep fucking with me, why have you been avoiding me?"

"That's the same thing I could have told you, don't you think, you stupid ero-cook?" he retorted,
not taking his steely eye off Sanji's deep blue gaze.

They were absorbed for a second, looking at each other's faces. The green-haired man continued to
grip the blond's flexible, strong leg and, challenging him, made him extend it even more, checking
to see how far he could go. It only made Zoro's throbbing erection grow even harder.

After that move, Sanji threw himself at the swordsman's lips, wet with salty sweat. They devoured
each other for a few moments, as if they hadn't eaten a bite in a week. Their tongues chased each
other in an endless race, biting each other's lips in desperation and, in a game of getting horny, Zoro
sometimes denied him his mouth, to incite the fiery blond even more.

Zoro tightened the grip he had on Sanji's narrow waist, drawing both bodies even closer together,
and also feeling the blond's erection against his own. He was dying to fuck him again, so he
couldn't help spanking him hard on the cook's muscular ass.

After the spanking, and taking advantage of how horny his rival was, Sanji used his strength and,
with the leg he had over Zoro, kicked him to the ground. Seeing the man on the ground made him
even hotter.

"What the fuck are you doing?" complained Zoro.

"Okay, let's fuck. But I have to know something first," Sanji asked.

"Shoot the hell out of it, curly," the swordsman replied as he stood up.

"Have you ever bottomed?".

"No. Just from seeing how you enjoyed it last time, though.... It doesn't seem fair not to get to feel
that, don't you think?".

"And you want me to fuck you," Sanji stated.

After hearing that mocking tone, Zoro was determined not to utter the words his rival wanted to
hear. The swordsman drew one of his swords quickly, pointing it in the direction of Sanji's neck.

"Wow, now I see what's going on," Sanji spat, "You're too obvious, you perverted marimo. If
you're into using sharp objects, you can give me a little cut on my lip. But touch one of my hands
and I'll skin you alive and you'll end up in our captain's rubbery stomach."

Zoro gulped. "Was it that obvious? His mind went blank, and he obeyed.

"I don't want to hurt you too badly either," replied the swordsman, who held the sword firmly,
pointing it at the cook's lip.
 Sanji looked him in the eye, waiting for him to do so, daring him to do so. However, the
swordsman flinched, sheathing the sword in its sheath.

"I don't feel like doing this if you don't want to, if you feel obligated, or if it feels weird," Zoro
commented.

"I've tried many other things," the cook declared. "But not this yet."

"And would you be willing?" he asked, with a sadistic glint in his eye.

"I'm not exactly known for not daring to try everything. Let's see when you learn that."

Chapter End Notes

Well... This time looks like things will get pretty intense between the marimo and the
curly...
Thank you for reading! Kudos and comments are really appreciated!
 A Sharp Game

Despite having to guard the ship against possible invaders, Sanji and Zoro stumbled, between
famished, angry kisses and curses, up to the crow's nest. This place was a sort of sanctuary for the
swordsman, where he would give his best for his mind and body. Deciding to fuck in this room
with the resident cook was practically an act of sacrilege, but his thirst for blood was more
demanding than defiling this place. If he felt comfortable, he might consider a second round.

Both of them knew, however, that it would be a quiet night: Harvesta was proving to be as serene
as it was beautiful, so the chances of being interrupted were practically nil. In fact, friendly fire,
considering how crazy and unpredictable some of their nakamas were, was more likely to happen.

In the crow's nest, Zoro slammed Sanji against one of the walls, his hands eagerly slipping under
the cook's sculpted torso. Both men kissed uncontrollably, tongues twisting in each other's mouths,
relentlessly chasing each other. The cook grabbed his rival's hair tightly, who let out a deep gasp
into his mouth, pulling away for a moment to catch his breath.

It was like witnessing two beasts fighting to dominate each other, with no rest and not knowing
clearly about the final result. Two hungry and furious hunters, and this game for supremacy, made
it all more exciting.

Still with his hands trailing across Sanji's underbelly, the swordsman dug one of them in, stroking
his lower hair gently, while viciously biting down on the blond's lower lip, pulling at it. One of his
hands squeezed the cook's hip with firm and intentions, wishing that, once the job was done, the
blond would look at the marks that Zoro had left all over his body with a frown. This was going to
be the first of them.

"Watch your step, marimo!", Sanji warned into his adversary's mouth.

Zoro disobeyed the cook's warning, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh, leaving a slight lip wound
from which a faint string of blood began to trickle.

"Are you fucking stupid?! I told you to be careful, you fucking moron!” the blond shouted,
grabbing even tighter to Zoro's hair. Sanji pulled back his head, exposing his rival's tanned neck to
view. Such a treat had to be consumed leisurely. The cook ran his tongue very slowly over the
muscles of the green-haired man's neck, sucking it hard, feeling in his mouth the shuddering and
anxious gasps of the swordsman.

Exploiting the situation, the blond took one of Zoro's priceless swords gropingly. The swordsman
became alert, aggressive.

"Don't play with my Shusui, curly brow," Zoro grabbed him by the shirt collar, pulling him
towards himself. His steely eye shot out a menacing glint that the Straw Hat cook was not going to
be cowed by.

"With what were you planning on being a nasty perv, then?" the blond sputtered. Zoro let go his
grip and took a couple of steps away, his eye never taking him out of his sight. Sanji grabbed the
sword and, with a thumb, drew it a couple of inches.

"Don't you dare, cook."

"Watch closely," the blond challenged.

Sanji unsheathed the sword with an excruciating slowness. He could feel his rival gulping as his
anger grew. With the Shusui bare, bright and sharp, he brought the blade up to his tongue, running
it over the cold steel without losing sight of the swordsman's scowling gesture. The cook licked the
blade full length, feeling that he was committing one of the worst blasphemous acts he could have
ever performed.

This was, indeed, quite a statement of intentions. The swordsman's visible anger made Sanji's
erection throb.

Zoro didn't hesitate for a moment and launched himself with the quickness of a devil against his
rival. He grabbed his precious Shusui, Wano's national treasure and hard-earned from Ryuma, the
legendary samurai of that country. The swordsman threatened him with the blade pointed at his
neck, while, on the other hand, he grabbed Sanji's wrist, who was again against the wall at the
mercy of the bloodthirsty bounty hunter.

"So let me make it clear to you, you dirty cook. If I don't touch your hands, you don't touch any of
my swords, okay? Only if I ask you to. I don't believe in God, but I swear what you did felt like the
unholiest thing my eye has ever seen," Zoro declared, his voice rough and menacing, not looking
away from the deep blue of Sanji's exposed eye. "I'm not going to say it again, blondie."

The moment he said that, the swordsman seemed to relax for a moment, loosening his grip on the
cook's wrist and moving away very slowly. However, by surprise, Zoro vertically tore Sanji's shirt,
without grazing a single millimeter of the cook's pale skin. He did it so quickly that the blond
didn't even have time to react.

Zoro sheathed the legendary sword and left it resting next to the others, taking the chance to leave
them on a nearby wall, out of reach of perverted cooks licking what they shouldn't without
permission.

"What the fuck are you doing, marimo! That was one of my favorite shirts!" complained Sanji.

"I dislike so much fabric over your body, curly brow," he moved dangerously close to the blond's
ear. As soon as his lips landed on his ear, Sanji shivered, confused by excitement, anger and the
desire to confront Zoro. "Besides," he lowered the tone of his voice, "I think you deserve that as a
little punishment," he replied, giving him small bites on the lobe, making the cook twitch from
pleasure.

Sanji pulled him aside a couple of inches to observe him in detail. He looked into his eye and
kissed the other's eye scar, softly, as he rested his right hand on the swordsman's neck. Zoro
grabbed the cook's prized hand and kissed him on the knuckles seconds before it slipped away.
Sanji slipped his hands into the tunic, exposing the muscular shoulders, arms, chest of the
imposing swordsman, with supreme slowness, while never taking his eyes off every inch of his
rival's impressive body.

"I hate to admit it, but you're fucking gorgeous," Sanji declared.

A blush was visible on the swordsman's cheeks. Both men's foreheads rested against each other,
holding a silence so intimate that it was only interrupted by the rivals' breaths. Although one was
always tickling the other's nerves -and vice versa- it was very clear that, if the other wing of the
Pirate King was not around, their lives would be incomplete. Though, of course, they would never
admit this out loud.

"As long as this... atmosphere is being created," Zoro began. "I was kind of afraid to propose to you
knife play. It's not something for everyone, and the last time I practiced it let's just say... It didn't
go too well."

"Just don't tell me that's why you lost your eye," Sanji kidded.

Zoro gave him a sharp look and swallowed hard. Inwardly, Sanji was bursting in laughter, but he
tried to remain deadpan. The resident Straw Hat swordsman had never revealed to any of the crew
why he returned to Sabaody Archipelago carrying a scar over his eye.

Everyone had speculated glorious stories behind that mystery, but Zoro never spoke up about it.
Now that Sanji knew the truth, he decided not to add fuel to the fire and appreciate the
vulnerability the green-haired man had poured into him.

Sanji kissed his rival's eye once more and stroked his hair. The swordsman sank his face into the
cook's neck and inhaled deeply, dead embarrassed and regretting having been so revealing.

"If I ever did it again, I said I'd be more careful," Zoro declared, his voice muffled against Sanji's
neck, "But remember the fight you got so pissed about? When I left a slight scar on your face?"

"Yes, stupid. You need to be more careful with my precious face," he threatened him.

"I was so hot to see you with the scar I'd been giving you for days. And your endless complaining
only made me more excited. Now there is no trace of it left on you. Of course it wasn't on purpose,
but it just stirred things up in me," he lifted his face and raised it up to place a delicate kiss on his
lips. "And then, you were such a dick to throw a knife at my head. You made me really horny."

"You know I'd have nailed it if I'd wanted to," the blond kissed him back, a bit more intensely.
Then Sanji slipped a pair of fingers into his rival's mouth, who sucked them delicately, curling his
tongue between them. He was giving him one of his most precious treasures.

"Yeah," he pulled one of them out to suck it provocatively as he stared into his blue, deep eyes,
then took them all the way down his throat. Sanji moaned and bit his lip in response, lost in
pleasure. "If you wanted to, you'd be a prodigious swordsman. That's why I sometimes can't stand
you, because of that talent you hold and don't bring out."

Sanji was shocked. Zoro was being too vulnerable, such an opening was unsettling him. Something
inside him was stirring.

"So, you want to be the second most important swordsman on this ship? Don't you think with you
that's enough?"

"Don't you get your head up your ass. I said you have talent, not that you were going to surpass
me," the swordsman retorted.

Zoro silenced Sanji with a voracious kiss, and they quickly returned to their initial, sexy tone. Their
erections clashed through their clothes. Not being the first time they got intimate, it was intuitive
and exciting to please the other, to know this side of each other as well. Sanji reached inside Zoro's
haramaki, in search of his big, hard, hot cock, and began to jerk the swordsman off.

The green-haired man picked up where he left off before, compressing the blond's hips, scratching
his ivory skin, and began to pull down his pants. When he got rid of them, he kissed the cook's
body, who left the shirt previously destroyed by his rival on the floor of the crow's nest.

The swordsman slid very slowly down Sanji's toned body, kissing every muscle, every curve,
every mole, until he reached his throbbing erection. On his knees, he began to lick the head of his
cock, looking him right in the face, defiant and confident in the knowledge that, although it may be
the green-haired man who is bent over, it was the cook who was at his mercy.

As he sucked, suctioned and licked, Zoro stroked Sanji's balls, curving his back, mindlessly
shoving his cock even deeper into the swordsman's throat. Zoro gave the cook a resounding slap,
reprimanding him.

"Get the fucking knife out now," Sanji said, between groans. "Take it out now and tell me what
you want me to do, because if you keep this shit up I'm going to cum in a minute."

Zoro stood up, kissed Sanji's neck, leaving a mark on it, and went straight to the place where he
kept the knife, and took the opportunity to strip himself very slowly, making the cook desperate
with the desire to bang him. The swordsman sat on a couch in the crow's nest, which he had moved
up a couple of months ago to take a nap or two. He invited Sanji to approach, tapping his lap with
his free hand.

"Here," he offered him the knife, fingers trembling. "And don't repress yourself."

"Shouldn't we have a safe word?"

Zoro remained thoughtful, as if he didn't know what it was. Sanji threw his hands to his head and
thought to himself: This guy is deeply stupid. He is lucky he has both eyes. How can he suck it so
absurdly well and not know what a safe word is, fucking marimo.

"If you see me tipping, yell onigiri and I'll stop."

"Why onigiri ?".

"Because you sure as hell won't forget," he forcibly snatched the knife from him, which made both
of them instantly aroused.

Sanji reached behind Zoro, rubbing his hot, erect cock against his ass, placing it between his
cheeks. Using his free hand, he grabbed him tightly by the hair and quickly brought the cold,
ragged edge against his neck, stroking him with it.

Zoro looked at Sanji with a half smile, trying to find his sadistic side to please himself. The cook's
heart skipped a beat and he pulled a little harder on the swordsman's green hair.

"You're a fucking pervert, marimo. You pretend like you're not interested in sex, like it doesn't go
with you and look at you," he reached up to his ear, biting him and from which he licked the three
golden earrings that rattled as they clinked together, "Asking precisely me for these dirty things."

"Because you're even sluttier than me, you know".

"Shhh...," he held the knife to his lips, making a small cut on his bottom lip, where a small trickle
of blood flowed out of it. Sanji doing that made Zoro monstrously horny. "I've got a knife against
your neck, do you think you're in any condition to talk back to me, you nasty little bitch?".

Sanji asked Zoro to lick the knife, leaving some traces of blood from the swordsman's lips. Sanji
licked the back, tasting his rival's blood. Soon after, he went through with greater and lesser
incision, depending on how Zoro was trembling, without ever giving him more than light
scratches.

Although the swordsman was stimulating himself, Sanji also grabbed his hand next to his rival's, to
jerk him off and make him moan with his help. Zoro grabbed the knife and threw it to the ground,
asking Sanji to fuck him for once and for all.
"I can't take it anymore. There's lube in that drawer. Take it already, you shitty cook."

Sanji reluctantly obeyed, but he was so horny he didn't care about the slur he'd just received. The
cook smeared his fingers and cock with lube, and sat down on the couch, ready to receive the
green-haired man.

Zoro straddled the cook, nervous, due to the fact that it was his first time bottoming. He gave him a
couple of kisses to let him know he was ready whenever he wanted.

"I don't need to tell you, but if at any point you feel uncomfortable, just tell me and I'll stop. It will
be fine."

"You're so cute. Why do you think I'm going to back out?" the swordsman challenged.

"You're a fucking idiot," Sanji grabbed both of their cocks with his broad hand and began to
stimulate both of them at the same time. Zoro seemed to melt right then and there, who moaned
and pulled the blond's hair. Sanji bit his rival's tanned, sweaty arm, until he began to insert one of
his fingers into the swordsman's ass.

Sanji huffed in response, as he tried to slowly stimulate Zoro's tight asshole. With circular motions,
he slowly succeeded in going deeper, stealing a moan from him. As he noticed that he was more
receptive, the cook ventured in and inserted one more digit. Zoro exerted some pressure, growled
again. His face was flushed and lost in pleasure. He continued to stimulate him, while the
swordsman continued to jerk them both off at the same time, taking the baton left to him by Sanji.

"I can't wait to fuck you, Zoro," the blond whispered, moaning as well due to the pleasure his rival
was giving him. Zoro was a little shocked after hearing his name, making him even hotter.

Sanji began to insert the tip of his dick into Zoro's tight hole. As soon as the head hit the
swordsman's ring of muscle, he curved his back and let out a desperate grunt, lost between pain and
pleasure. Sanji waited patiently for Zoro to adjust and get used to the sensation, while Zoro gripped
his shoulders tightly.

Zoro moved his hips trying to make the sensation more familiar, grunting and moaning, and little
by little the throbbing member was yielding and receiving the warm, tight, warm marimo's insides.
Sanji gripped the globes of muscle tightly, trying to squeeze it harder against his cock, seeking the
pleasurable rubbing against the prostate. The swordsman's movements grew as his pleasure did too.
Zoro's grunts only made Sanji more excited, whose jerks were in crescendo, obeying the
excitement buried deep inside his rival's ass.

"Fuck... Cook... I'm going to die here."

"As if you could," Sanji pushed his cock even harder against Zoro's prostate, wrenching a long,
dragging moan from him, a tell-tale sign that the swordsman had ended up on the cook's muscular
chest.

Sanji also saw the climax approaching, he continued to move inside Zoro, who watched him with
his steely eye narrowed, sighing at the cook's incessant movements and stimulating him, despite
the fact that, by his vicious face, he had entered another astral level. Sanji brought his face close to
Zoro's, whom he bit his lips hard and instantly began to moan into his mouth, feeling a very
powerful orgasm, which made his whole body shiver for a couple of seconds, and then he relaxed
completely.

They were quiet for a while, pondering that it had been a shag both intense and novel. Sanji, on
 shaky legs, reached for his pants to find a cigarette to put in his mouth.

The swordsman certainly couldn't say that Sanji was incapable of fulfilling his desires, even
though, outwardly, he didn't seem to think much of him.

End Notes

Right now I don't think I'm going to make it through this ship, so here's a little story that I
don't know how long it will go on, but well, here it is. Thank so much you for reading this
work.
Kudos and comments are appreciated!

Now that the work is finished, I'm thinking about translating it into spanish. So, what do
you think?
Again, thank you for reading ~ !

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