So I just wanted to take a sec to explain this one. This started as a prompt from Merry cause she was bored. So I answered her. The following occurred. All the italic is written by myself, Keller Marie and the regular text is MerryAnchor.
Enjoy the smut that started this.
Sanji's Dress
Pink silk
(I'm home today) The day had gone like any other on the Sunny. Wake up. Breakfast. Train. Nap. Lunch. More training. Another nap, accompanied by Chopper this time. And oh yeah, Sake, courteously of one pissed off cook. Pushing open the galley door, Zoro stopped, blinking his one remaining eye several times. "Sanji, what the fuck are you doing you dumb ass cook?"
He heard the cook curse briefly and turn around so his unclothed torso was facing the swordsman and a slim arm moved behind his back. Zoro swore he saw a flash of something colorful but the cook moved so fast he couldn't tell. The blond coughed deeply to clear his throat but kept his head down, staring at the floorboards and hidden behind his flop of a fringe. "What the hell do you want, moss head?!"Zoro eyed the cook cautiously, hand reaching for his sword hilts. Not that he was expecting Sanji to attack him, but something was off in the way he was acting. Sanjinever had his shirt off like that and he never acted so guilty looking.
Normally he would return the hardened gaze without fail. The swordsman noticed the cook's tie was no where to be seen either as he raised an arched brow. "Booze," he said gruffly, ignoring the clicking tongue and rolling eyes.
Sanji scowled. "Get it yourself, you lazy piece of- Nononono WAIT!" The blond stepped in front of the other the second he realized Zoro was going to try to step around and behind him.
It was Zoro's turn to scowl. "What's got into you, shitty cook?" He growled.
Sanji shuffled awkwardly, adjusting the arm behind his back and, slowly, began to inch around the island in the kitchen and walked backwards towards the pantry. His eyes never left Zoro's. "Nothing, moss head. It's just… er, I moved the bottles the other day and you'd only get lost trying to find them."
Before Zoro even had a chance to retort to that insult, Sanji had slipped into the pantry and slammed the door shut with the sound of the key turning in its tumblers as the door locked tight.
Okay, so now that the cook had peaked his curiosity, Zoro made the short distance to the door…and he didn't get lost either, like he would, stupid cook.
Banging a fist on the door, the swordsman snarled. "Let me in there you curly bastard or I will cut my way in. And we both know what happened the last time that happened!"
There was a crash and some swearing, but the door remained locked. What in the world could that stupid idiot be up to in there? "You break those sake bottles and I will break your fucked up face!"
"I… marimo, no! Damnit!" Sanji called from the other side of the door. "I wouldn't break the bottles, only your clumsy ass could do that!" There was another bang and a thud.
Zoro punched the door again, the wood rattling on its hinges. "Cook! Cook?! What's going in on in there? You have five seconds to open this door or I'll do it myself!"
"Zoro, no! Don't come in!"
Zoro paused. The cook only ever used his name if it was important. Sanji must be pretty desperate for him not to enter if he'd resorted to a first name basis…
The swordsman dropped his forehead against the smooth Adam's wood. "Oi, what's going on? You aren't hurt are you?" His tone lost all his previous anger and was calm.
There was a moment of silence before the cook sighed. "Don't go getting sentimental on me moss head. No, I'm not hurt. I just…just go away okay?"
Concerning moment passed, Zoro gripped the handle of the door, shaking it slightly. "I'm not leaving with out booze! If you aren't hurt then let me in! Or…" Zoro made sure to speak loudly. "I could just get into the fridge."
Hell hath no fury like a Sanji scorned so, at the new threat of his dear fridge being touched by a disgusting marimo, the door flung open wide with the handle colliding heavily with the wall. "KEEP YOUR SHITTY MOSS HANDS OFF MY FRIDGE!" He screamed, but stopped short when he saw the swordsman staring intensely at his right hand.
Sanji looked down to see the thing he'd previously just tried so hard to keep a secret from Zoro. In his anger, he must have forgotten he was holding it…
Sanji swallowed, "I can… erm… explain?"
Zoro's heavy foot steps didn't register till Sanji felt himself get pushed back into the pantry, the door closing with a soft click. The swordsman raised an eyebrow, grabbing at the cook's wrist before he could hide the material again. "Pink's just not your color cook."
Sanji choked on his own spit. "What?" He watched as Zoro's free hand lightly touched the bunched fabric in his own grip.
Dropping the cook's hand, Zoro casually reached out for one of the bottles on the shelves, pulling the cork, taking a swig, then crossing his arms. "Well," he nodded towards the cook. "Continue. Don't let me stop you."
Sanji made to raise his leg in a kick that would cave the Neanderthal's skull but Zoro anticipated the move and stepped too close, a tanned hand scooping around the blond's slender neck. "Oi, oi, cook… Come on, don't ruin the show…" He chuckled huskily and Sanji tensed as the warm, wet muscle of Zoro's tongue slid in little circles at just under his left ear.
He felt the corners of the swordsman's mouth curl up. "I'd like to see you in it…" Zoro's lips pressed softly into Sanji's neck and the cook's breath hitched ever so slightly. "I wonder what you look like in a dress… I bet it looks good on you…"
Sanji would deny it later, but a faint red was beginning to build across his cheeks and nose…
Sanji let the material slip from his fingers till just the thin shoulder straps remained in his grasp. He heard Zoro set the bottle down on the shelf as the swordsman's now free hand slid down his arm to wrap his fingers around his own.
"Come on Sanji…" Zoro breathed against the cook's ear, nuzzling into the blond hair. "Don't just stand there."
The cook let his eye slide closed. He couldn't believe he was even considering this, but Zoro wasn't laughing at him, if anything he was encouraging this.
What the fuck was wrong both of them?
Sanji held Zoro's gaze the whole time he striped and dressed, unable to tear his eyes away from the one dark one watching him intensely with a lust blown pupil. The blond hitched the dress up from around his waist and placed the straps over his shoulders. He smoothed out the creases in the silky pink fabric and looked up, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed and sought approval in Zoro's stare.
The swordsman grinned wickedly.
The entire time the cook changed, all Zoro wanted to do was touch. Instead, to keep his hands busy, Zoro set his swords aside, removing his sash and haramaki as well. So as Sanji slowly lifted his gaze back to him from smoothing the fabric, Zoro closed the gap that had been made instantly.
His hands slid over the cook's hips to the small of his back as he dropped his head onto the bare shoulder, groaning into the pale skin. The material felt slick under his fingers…the cook must have spent the extra for real silk.
"Fuck cook…" he murmured, pulling the cook's hips forwards against his own with a low groan.
Sanji gasped at the sudden pressure to his groin. Zoro was warm and very very happy to see him. The swordsman moved in for a chaste kiss but Sanji pulled away. "You're not put off then… By this?"
The marimo stared at him blankly before rolling his eye and burying his nose into golden locks. Sanji waited for an answer but none came. Zoro instead moved his fingertips lightly over the silken garment and cupped Sanji's hips with his hands. Zoro's lips then moved against his skin. "If anything, I just want to know how long you've been buying these for… and why you've not shown me them yet…" He snickered.
Something snapped in Sanji's mind. Zoro was…interested in how long he had been doing this?! Well, he most certainly felt interested. His mind went blank for a moment as a rough hand slid down from his hip to mid thigh where the fabric ended, the fingers dancing up under the silk easily.
"I...well…with how you tease me about my two years in hell…" Somehow he got the words out, trying to fight against the flush that swept his body as the swordsman's mouth moved against his skin. He was failing at it miserably though, his body betraying him as his blood began to heat and flow south.
Zoro frowned. "Well I won't tease you about it again…" Then he smirked. "Not now that I know just how good you look like this…"
Sanji punched his arm playfully, feeling a lot more relaxed now that he was certain the marimo was completely calm with this. "Shaddup you stupid moss ball."
Suddenly his surroundings twisted and Sanji found himself being slammed into and pinned against one of the pantry walls with a grinning marimo looming into his personal space. "How about I make you shut up…"
Sanji groaned, the slight pain shooting up his back doing nothing to calm the building lust from Zoro's voice. The swordsman nipped his way down the cook's neck and he tilted his head to allow more room for him.
Zoro's tongue pressed against his collar bone before wrapping around the thin pink strip of silk. It soaked instantly and somehow he managed to keep it in his mouth as the swordsman kissed across his bare shoulder, only letting it go to fall down the cook's arm.
"Zo…" Sanji was cut off as the other man's mouth crushed against his own, biting at his lip and gripping his hips tightly.
Zoro's lips were firm and relentless on his own. He muffled a moan and leaned into the touch desperately. All he could feel was Zoro. All he could see was Zoro. All he could smell, in a heady mixture of want and need, was Zoro. He parted his lips and the moss head took it as an invitation. They both slid their tongues along one another sucking, licking and rubbing over roofs of mouths.
Sanji bit and tugged lightly at the man's bottom lip. The fact he was wearing a dress no longer bothered him any more. His self-consciousness drowned under the desire to touch, to feel out every inch of the other man and remember it forever…
His hands wandered, coming up to the open front of Zoro's jacket and Sanji slipped his hands under the thick heavy fabric to warm shoulders, pulling Zoro closer to him.
Heat radiated off the moss head, as he pulled the jacket off his shoulders. No he wasn't whining as Zoro's hands left him to pull his arms from the sleeves. And he most certainly wasn't greedily taking in the marimo's chest as the muscles rippled under tanned skin.
Biting at Zoro's lip just a bit more, Sanji reveled in the groan he was able to coax from him, but this wasn't enough anymore.
He broke away, lips parting from lips, to murmur: "Please…" And Zoro was more than happy to oblige. He hooked his fingers into the hem of the dress that now hung strapless on Sanji's chest and pulled down to reveal pale skin. It was a stark contrast to the swordsman's own tanned flesh. Sanji sighed gratefully but pressed himself further into Zoro with a coy smile. He wanted more. Needed more. "If I knew you liked dresses this much I'd have worn them more often…"
Zoro groaned, flashes of Sanji cooking in the galley in nothing more that what he was wearing now flashing through his head. Maybe not in pink though; a pale blue would be that much hotter.
One hand stopped the fabric at the cook's hip, bunching it over Zoro's hand as he dipped his head to press open mouthed kisses against pale flesh. The other hand ran up the cook's inner thigh, making the muscles jump at his touch, the back of his hand just barely brushing against the heat of the blond's groin.
The two were interrupted as a BANG resounded off the shut door to the pantry. Immediately, Zoro dropped Sanji and the cook all but gracefully dove for the door, blocking it from opening with his body as he quickly turned the lock with its key that still remained, thankfully, in the door.
"Sanji?" Luffy's voice cut through the door, "Saaaaaaanjiiiiiiiiiii~!"
The cook swallowed before calling. "What?"
"Sanji I'm HUNGRYYYY… Also, have you seen Zoro? I can't find him and I want him to play…"
"You'll wait until I've made dinner and..." Sanji looked at Zoro who raised an eyebrow. "And no… Why would I have seen the shitty moss ball?"
"Awww, but Sannnjiiii, I'm hungry NOW!"
"GET OUT LUFFY BEFORE I KICK YOUR RUBBER ASS OFF THE SHIP!"
There was a brief moment of silence before the two men heard sandals slapping against the floor as Luffy walked out, grumbling about how Sanji never made him food when he asked.
With a sigh, Sanji let his head drop against the door. As soon as he did so though he was slammed harder against it, the entire thing rattling on its hinges. "Fucking Luffy," Zoro's voice growled near his ear, the swordsman's body pressing flush up against the cook's.
The blond only had a second to think about this problematic position before the moss ball bit down on his shoulder, fingers finding their way forcibly into his mouth.
Sanji blinked then, out of spite for being caught by surprise like that. He considered biting the marimo's trespassing fingers as punishment. However, when Zoro sucked at his shoulder, creating a pinching sensation as blood rose to form a rough hickey...Sanji caved in and slowly began to suck on the swordsman's fingers.
Zoro hummed appreciatively then pried himself away, fingers slipping out of Sanji's mouth as he looked around the pantry. Sanji caught his breath and asked. "What's wrong?"
"If we're gonna do this, cook, then we need something better than spit."
A list of different oils ran through Sanji's head, finally landing on a very light and virgin olive oil that he had bought at the last island. There was something ironic about that, but he wasn't going to think about it.
With regret at several things, Sanji turned around, pushing back against Zoro, leaning over to grab at the location of his poor cooking oils. They really should just break down and stash some lube in here.
The groan and tightening hands on his hips made him roll his eyes as Sanji thwacked the bottle upside the marimo's head. "Here," he said, a tad flushed at his own actions. "Don't you fucking waste any either you shitty moss ball! It's expensive!"
Zoro snatched the bottle away. "Okay…Jeez, don't get so upset about it. It's just some stupid—"
"You waste even a DROP and I will castrate you and make you eat your own balls for dinner tonight."
The glare Sanji gave him made Zoro reconsider the retort he would've given and just nodded simply. Sanji looked pissed and Zoro really did prefer his privates where they were. Unscrewing the cap slowly, Zoro looked back at the half fallen off dress Sanji was wearing. The silk fabric bunching and creasing shapelessly and adding to that ruffled up look the cook had going on. Zoro could barely suppress a groan and claimed Sanji's lips once more.
His hands worked smoothly as Zoro managed to get some oil into the palm of one hand while managing to keep the cook occupied during the kiss.
Pulling away, he took a good look at the cook. Pupils blown and lids lowered, Zoro was pretty sure kiss drunk was the best kind of drunk he liked seeing Sanji as. Not that alcohol drunk wasn't fun…
Anyways, biting at Sanji's lip and tilting his hand so the oil left his palm and rushed down his fingers, the swordsman rubbed them together before kneeing the blond's thighs apart and trailing slicked fingers to Sanji's entrance.
Sanji was panting, tensing up at the feeling of Zoro being so close to, well, there. He screwed his eyes shut, fighting the urge to push the fabric back down when Zoro lifted the skirt. The swordsman began rubbing lightly and the cook shuddered, trying to relax.
Sure he and Zoro had fooled around some in the past, both drunken and sober gropes, but neither had got this far with the other. Sanji winced. He wanted this but he didn't at the same time. He wanted Zoro to do this but… damnit… but what if it hurt? What if it really wasn't all that great? What if he performed bad and Zoro never wanted him ever again? Sanji swallowed dryly.
"Relax, cook. Breathe." Again, Zoro seemed to read Sanji's mind and the blond gave a shaky nod, biting at his lip as one finger slipped in.
Sanji blinked. Yeah, okay it was…awkward and what not, but he wasn't sure hurt was the right word. Zoro was kissing him again, rough chapped lips surprising soft as he kept murmuring for the cook to not be so tense.
How in the hell did Zoro know what the fuck to do anyways?! Shitty moss ball… His breath hitched and Sanji bit down on Zoro's lip as he felt a second digit join the first.
Sanji was very much aware of the heat building up in his face and his groin as Zoro set up a steady pace of moving his fingers in and out. He moaned, the noise slightly muffled against Zoro's shoulder as Zoro murmured things that he couldn't even process right now because all that mattered was the damn sensation that shouldn't have been good but it so so was. This really wasn't as bad as he'd previously thought…
But, as quickly as it had started, Zoro's fingers left their previous attentions.
"Last chance to say no Sanji." Warm breath was in his ear, as Zoro's words sunk into his head. Back out…? No, he really didn't want that. He wanted this, so badly at this point it took him a moment to realize it was his hands undoing the swordsman's pants,hearing them hit the floor.
Zoro simply gave a grunt as he reached for the oil again, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth as his length finally got some attention. It was now or never, Sanji decided.
"Okay," he said to Zoro's shoulder. "Okay."
Zoro didn't need telling again and hefted Sanji up so that his long legs wrapped around his hips and the skirt of the dress rode up. The blond looped his arms around Zoro's neck and cried out when the swordsman, without warning, pushed in.
Sanji whimpered, not entirely sure if this was good or not. It hurt a little and was extremely uncomfortable—he didn't know whether to pull away or push down. Zoro planted a kiss to the cook's throat. "Just try and relax… It'll get better then…" He strained. Sanji moaned and then Zoro looked up, deadly serious. "If you want me to stop, you tell me, okay? You tell me and I'll stop."
Sanji nodded weakly.
Zoro shifted his hips back, pulling almost completely away from the shaky mess that was the cook before snapping forwards again. Sanji arched into him, the moan escaping the lithe man a mix of both pleasure and pain.
He repeated the action a couple of times, pleased when the noises from the cook seemed to move farther from pain and more towards pleasure. The sound of his name made him pause though.
Fingers worked into his hair as Sanji pulled on the short strands. Don't." He panted. "Don't…stop."
Zoro paused and regarded the flustered man before him. Sanji was looking his direction but his gaze wasn't on Zoro; more like looking through him. His face and chest was red, the silk dress was creased and straining at the seams from where Zoro clutched onto it tightly, and the dexterous fingers in his cropped green hair held on ever tighter until it began to hurt. Sanji was murmuring cut off words, half sentences and barely stifled groans. Zoro could feel his arousal, hot underneath the folds of pink silk.
"Hnn… Zoro," Sanji whined and everything be damned if that wasn't the hottest sound Zoro had ever heard.
The sound of his name, drenched in lust made Zoro's own arousal twitch from within the heat of the blond. Sanji must have felt it as he squirmed slightly, slowly moving his own hips since the swordsman seemed to still be frozen in place.
Never had he thought that he would get Sanji to go this far. Yeah, he had thought about it a few times when they had stolen nights of make outs, hand jobs and recently blow jobs, but full blown sex and in a dress no less….yeah, Zoro didn't dare dream of this happening.
He felt his body take over then, his own hips thrusting against the blond and he let out a groan as his forehead met a slick pale shoulder, fingers dragging across the silk as he reached for the neglected length of the cook.
Sanji groaned as Zoro's hand held his arousal in a tighter than perhaps necessary grip but he didn't care. All he knew was that it felt good. Zoro's fingers began to move up and down on his member and he pushed his face into the swordsman's shoulder, screwing his eyes shut tight and panting into the darkness. The dress was hot and constricting, the material damp with sweat and sticking to his skin, barely sliding up each time Zoro pushed back in, his free hand now working Sanji higher and higher to the limit and keeping him anchored against the pantry door.
Seeing Sanji like this was breathtaking. Yeah, the cook got himself all riled up during all their encounters, but this…this was beyond what he had ever expected. His whole body shuddered with a want, a need, that Zoro was gladly willing to give him.
The cook's length leaked under his fingers as his own hips jerked into the willing body wrapped around him. The blond's legs were so strong, Zoro knew that even like this, somewhere Sanji was holding back. The bastard could fucking break his spine if he wanted to.
And right now, Zoro was pretty sure he would just let him. His own senses swam with want and lust, his free hand moving down to grasp hold of the flesh of the cook's ass.
Sanji moaned, he was so close to finally coming undone. His breath came in ragged pants and he was sweating all over. An array of needy noises threatened to spill out of him but he wouldn't give the moss ball the satisfaction of knowing just how good this felt. Instead he moved his arms from around Zoro's neck and tangled his fingers in green locks as he pulled the Marimo's face to him and kissed him deeply.
Zoro groaned into the kiss, feeling the blond's body tightening around not only his length, but his waist, the muscles quivering with tension.
The grip on Sanji's ass tightened as he quickened his pace on the cook's member. Sanji bit at his lip harshly at that, causing him to gasp and Zoro shifted his body, forcing Sanji even farther into the door if possible.
Sanji made yet another noise of appreciation, the movement changing the angle in a definitely pleasing way. Zoro's hand moved to a knuckle whitening grip on Sanji's now most certainly ruined dress as he pulled away and murmured sweet nothings into the cook's ear. Sanji could feel the all too familiar and unwanted feeling of tightening in the pit of his stomach and tried to force it down desperately but he was too close and too heightened to find the will to dampen the sensation down.
It was too much.
As the cook came undone, body arching away from the wall, chest pressed against the swordsman's and his name coming in a gasped moan, Zoro lost all remaining threads of focus.
Sanji's peak crashed against his fingers, smeared across their chests and dampened the silken fabric, ruining it instantly. Zoro could have cared less though.
Picking up his own pace, it only took a few thrusts before Zoro came undone too, burying his face into the side of the cook's neck and moaning loudly as the world felt like it was tilting around him.
Slowly, he began to register the cook trembling slightly against him and moved to look up, watching with a curious frown when he realized that Sanji was laughing softly. Zoro scowled, rather insulted. "What're you laughing at?"
Sanji smiled, fringe in complete disarray and flopping over his eyes so the marimo could barely see them. The cook huffed out little chuckles. "I can't… believe we did that—"
Zoro grinned.
Kore de owaridesu. This is the end.