And this is it... the very last chapter.
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As I said before, this story was more a I-write-me-some-simple-piece-of-fiction-to-get-the-writing-gears-working-again kind of story... and it worked. I've more ideas than time to type them down right now XDD

I'm having exams the next four weeks, so I might be too busy to do a lot of writing, but I've already two multi-chaptered fics planned. One is the one I already mentioned here (and thanks for the pairing suggestions! I'm taking everything in consideration and will see how it works with the story! :)) and the second one is another AU, I'm planning to work on before as it is going to be much shorter (three longer chapters, I'm guessing). Apart from that, there are several one-shots I already worked on, but didn't finish so far... I might be able to post one on Valentine's Day but that highly depends on my muses XD

Based on those things, I would like to know... how is my grammar? o.o

Seriously, I'm surprised no one had called me on it... English isn't my first language, so it must be bad, right?

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Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, but damn it! I want to! ;_;

Notes:

Itadakimasu = means something like "I humbly receive.", is said in Japan before eating.

Gochisōsama = "Thank you for the meal.", said after eating.

Chapter 6

Sanji grimaced when he heard a tearing sound as Zoro freed him of his shirt. "That was expensive, you know?"

"You look better without clothes, anyway," Zoro growled.

Turning away his eyes and feeling a familiar heat rising to his cheeks, Sanji pursed his lips. "Don't think compliments will get you out of this... I loved that shirt." It was the orange one, he had bought on his way to Sabaody on a small island. Made out of expensive silk and trailered exactly to his statements. He had wanted to look the best for the ladies... After seeing the reactions of the okamas travelling with him, however, he had to use the last of his willpower not to burn the material.

Well, in hindsight, the loss wasn't that bad at all... not that he would ever tell the swordsman that, of course.

Zoro smirked at him and Sanji wished that look wouldn't go straight to his groin... his pants were too tight already. "If you loved it that much, then I'll just have to do something you're going to love more, eh?" the swordsman said smugly, making the chef swallow at the hidden promise.

Zoro reached out, grabbed the waistband of Sanji's pants and yanked him forward to smash his lips against the blonde's. The cook responded at once and it was a bit frightening how easily he found himself reacting to the swordsman... how natural it felt to kiss the green-haired man after not even twenty-four hours since their encounter in the jungle. As frightening as everything Zoro made him feel... every single emotion and reaction.

Then he felt fingers working on the buttons of his pants and Sanji sighed against Zoro's lips when his erection was freed of its confinements.

"You're rock hard," the swordsman said, surprise lacing his voice.

"Those are just my high expectations, shitty swordsman. Think you're up to it?" Sanji asked, raising his curly eyebrow at him.

Hearing another challenge in those words, Zoro seemed to decide actions spoke more than words in that situation and reached for Sanji's cock. The blonde hissed when Zoro's hot fingers closed around him, silently thanking whatever had caused him not to put on his underwear after his shower that morning.

While Sanji contemplated just to throw all of his briefs overboard and, hell, the swordsman was right... who needed clothes anyway?, Zoro pulled down Sanji's pants completely and sank to his knees before him.

His cock vanished in Zoro's hot mouth and the cook cried out. "HOLYFUCKINGGODDAMMIT!"

"HOLYFUCKINGGODDAMMIT!"

Usopp's hammer stopped mid-swing as he heard the strange cry from the crow's nest. "What the hell are they doing up there?" he asked, eyes fixed on the small room above them.

"Maybe trying to kill each other... I don't really care as long as the Sunny stays in one piece," Franky said, shrugging. "Can you get me the C-wrench?"

"Y-Yeah, sure," Usopp said, reaching for the tool. "But it didn't really sound like their usual fighting... more like Zoro stepped on Sanji's foot or, or..."

"Oh, I'm sure cook-san and swordsman-san just found another way to solve their disputes. No need to worry, longnose-kun," Robin said from her place on the deckchair, smiling in a very infatuating way that made Usopp nod curtly and mind his own business again.

Further noses were ignored by all of the male straw hats... thinking too much tended to hurt these days.

After being reminded by Zoro that their nakama were just beneath them on the deck, Sanji bit his lip to keep from crying out again... but damn it was hard! Zoro's mouth kept moving over his erection, tongue lining the underside of his cock and teeth not biting but scratching against his sensible skin in the most maddening way. His nails dug into Zoro's shoulders as Sanji held onto them to steady himself. His knees kept buckling under the unbelievable pleasure the swordsman was providing.

When heat kept gathering in his groin, Sanji gently pushed Zoro back. "Z-Zoro, you gotta stop. I'm... I'm..."

"It's alright. You can come in my mouth," the swordsman said after letting go and replacing his lips with his hand. He smirked up at Sanji. "Don't think I'm planning to let you come just once, cook."

Sanji grabbed Zoro's strong shoulders again as he was pumped by the marimo's hands at an alarming speed. "D-Damn you... breakfast... I gotta make breakfast soon... We can't... not long..." he panted, barely able to speak coherent words.

"The others can wait... I can't. Waited too long," Zoro said and smirking he positioned his lips on the cook's cock again. "Itadakimasu," he whispered, his hot breath tingling the cook's burning flesh before it sank back into Zoro's mouth.

Sanji shouted at the sudden heat surrounding him again.

Somewhere far below them, a long-nosed sharpshooter sweated under the burning gaze of a black-haired woman, repeating over and over in his head: 'I don't hear anything... I don't hear anything.'

A blue-haired man just grinned.

Sanji, meanwhile, had a hard time keeping quiet. The swordsman's clever tongue made him wonder just what kind of experiences Zoro had had in his past... as it was apparent he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew which flick of his tongue made Sanji's breath hitch in his throat, knew what kind of pressure he had to use to make the cook cry out and what type of pace to set.

Then Sanji thought it might have to do with their fights as surely not every man reacted the same to every ministration. Women didn't and Sanji was pretty sure it was the same with men, so... maybe their fights gave Zoro an idea of what Sanji liked? They did have a lot of bodily contact before, even if that was more to provide pain than pleasure at the time... well, mostly anyway.

And then Zoro flicked his tongue over Sanji's head and all coherent thought was lost. Sanji came, splurting his hot seed in Zoro's mouth as wave after wave of release washed over him. Zoro swallowed and grinned up at the cook, licking his lips as if he had just had a delicious meal.

"Gochisōsama," Zoro said, still smirking as he stood up.

"B-Bastard... Don't act as if you liked that..."

Zoro arched an eyebrow and Sanji found he began to hate that expression... the swordsman looked way too smug. "I did," Zoro said. "Didn't you ever like it to make someone lose control?"

Thinking back to how he used to upset the marimo just to get a reaction out of him, Sanji pursed his lips. "That's... none of your business."

"Maybe not... and I think we're talking too much, anyway," Zoro said and began to remove first his swords, then his trousers.

Sanji stared at the naked man in front of him... stared at the firm muscles and taut stomach, at strong legs and an oh so ready looking cock. Thoughts of how that big thing in front of him, would be inside him, moving in and out of Sanji all too soon, made him tense up. He wanted it badly, more than anything he had ever wanted before, but... he had to admit, he was a bit scared.

As if reading Sanji's thoughts, Zoro pulled him into a comforting hug. Feeling the by now familiar body heat invading his skin, Sanji reached up to put a hand on the swordsman's rapidly beating heart, a gesture that felt more intimate than anything they had done before. If Zoro had noticed anything, he didn't comment on it... he just held Sanji a bit closer.

Then suddenly, they pulled at each other, lips meeting in a heated kiss. Sanji's tongue licked over Zoro's lips which parted at once to let it in.

"You are too tense cook... relax!" Zoro said against his lips, fingers kneading over tight shoulders, making Sanji lean on him, the swordsman's erection pressing against his thigh. Then Zoro let go of him, but before Sanji could protest, the swordsman turned him around and hugged him from behind.

"I know... it's just sort of my first time, you know? Nervous..."

"Would it calm you if I told you I'll be gentle?" Zoro asked and Sanji felt him grin.

"...Will you be gentle?" the chef asked sceptically, making the swordsman chuckle.

"Can't promise anything... Feel how hard I am for you?" Zoro rubbed his erection against Sanji's ass. The blonde jerked at the sudden hardness pressed against him, blushing furiously.

"Idiot... stupid swordsman..." Sanji breathed, groaning when Zoro pressed harder against him. "No sense for romance at all..."

"Oh, I do have it... I've slept with women before, cook, and it wasn't my charming attitude that got them into my bed. But you don't want to be treated as a woman, do you? You're a man as you like so much to point out... and men don't need gentleness."

"Y-You're right... but... still... I-"

"It won't hurt, cook. Well, it will feel better than it's going to hurt. You can take a bit of pain, right?"

Sanji heard the challenge in Zoro's voice again and turned around, eyes glowing with deviance. "Wouldn't be us without it... you'll hold to your promise, right?"

The swordsman wasn't sure if Sanji meant the promise of being the bottom when the cook didn't like it or if he meant him promising it would feel good, but nodded anyway. "I always do."

Grinning, the cook kissed him, biting Zoro's underlip in a way that made the swordsman growl. "Then bring it on, shithead."

"I'm huuuuungry..." Luffy complained, laying flat on his back in the Sunny's soft grass. "Why won't Sanji cook breakfast?"

"Dunno... Why don't you go to check on him? He went off with Zoro to the crow's nest," Usopp said while fastening a screw on the drill thing.

"With Zoro?"

"Yeah, I think they wanted to continue their fight there... and I kept hearing these... noises. They looked pretty heated up when they went off, too."

"Yosh!" Luffy said, jumping up on his feet with a hand on his hat. "I'm gonna take a look..."

After taking a quick look to see if Nami and Robin were still in the galley (they wanted to get a drink or something), he swang his arms back and launched them up. His arms extended, his hands took hold of the edge of the crow's nest and with a shout of joy, he catapulted himself up and landed on the roof with a plop.

"W-What was that?" Sanji asked, moaning when Zoro pushed another lubed finger into his tight ass. His hands were braced up on the edge of the couch, his ass sticking out for the swordsman to prepare. He had been a bit peeved when Zoro had pulled out a tube of lube of his discarded clothes, realising at once the bastard had planned this moment all along. Sanji had shut up, however, when Zoro suggested not to use any lube at all.

"Just a bird or something... ignore it," Zoro said, making Sanji growl.

"Stop trying to avert my attention, asshole! Isn't it your watch right now? You have morning shift, don't you?"

Zoro shrugged. "I can see outside, can't I? And the others are on deck, anyway."

"Irresponsible ass!" Sanji said, his eyes suddenly widening when Zoro's finger found a certain spot. "Holy mother of... FUCK!" The chef's eyes rolled back in his head when pleasure washed all over his body.

"And that was just a finger..." Zoro said, his free hand reaching for Sanji's now painfully hard cock and stroking it leisurely. "Imagine what the real thing feels like."

The chef bit his lip as Zoro moved his fingers inside of him while stroking his cock in an even pace. Damn it, he wanted Zoro! He wanted his hot cock to replace those damn fingers... wanted to be filled by his hard flesh and feel the swordsman come undone inside of him.

"Fuck me, Zoro..." Sanji said, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. "Fuck me now."

"Are you sure? I can prepare you a bit more... wouldn't want you to chicken out in the middle of it."

Sanji's eyes narrowed. "Do it now or I will kick your damn ass so hard you won't-" He hissed when Zoro suddenly removed his fingers. They were soon replaced by the head of his hard cock pressing against his entrance.

"Ready?" Zoro asked behind him and Sanji registered with glee how breathless the swordsman sounded.

"As I'll ever be," Sanji answered and Zoro slid home.

The chef yelped when he was suddenly filled with Zoro's cock. It was bigger than his fingers, much bigger and Sanji contemplated for a moment to kill the swordsman after all, because it did hurt but then Zoro began to move, hitting that sweet spot inside of him again and again and damn it hurt but it also felt like heaven. He never even imagined sex with a man could feel this good... this right like it did with Zoro. Pleasure continued to build inside of him and Sanji knew he would be ruined for any other person after this, knew he would never be able to step down from this intense desire the swordsman provoked in him.

Feeling an incredible want to see Zoro's face, to see the expression the swordsman had as he lost control, Sanji turned his head and said, "Z-Zoro... your face... wanna see your face..."

After a short moment of surprise at this sudden confession, Zoro nodded and pulled out. "Sit on the couch," he said breathlessly, reminding Sanji of the feeling of his rapidly beating heart under his fingertips.

Flushing, the cook did as he was told and sat down. The swordsman moved to stand in front of him, laying Sanji's legs on his shoulders and positioning himself on the chef's entrance. With one quick thrust, he was sheathed inside again, making Sanji first gasp, then moan in pleasure. He was deep... deeper inside than he had been before, all thanks to their new position. That and seeing the swordsman's expression as he moved inside of him, mouth slightly parted, brow furrowed as if in deep concentration, made Sanji nearly come on the spot. Wanting to make it last, the cook pushed back the increasing pleasure, willing himself to think of anything else than the hot swordsman fucking his body to an inch of his life.

Well, shit... it didn't work at all.

Sanji moaned as Zoro pounded into him, hitting again and again that one sweet spot that made the cook arch his back in pleasure. A shaking hand reaching out, Sanji grabbed the swordsman's neck, yanking his head down for a searing kiss.

"Say my name," Sanji said against chapped lips, his own brushing against them with every new thrust.

"W-Why?" Zoro asked shakily, his brow furrowed and sweat gathering at its top. He must be close...

"Just say it, fucking marimo!" Sanji hissed, twisting his hips in just the right way that made the swordsman groan.

Every last bit of willpower gone, Zoro began to thrust violently into Sanji's warmth, pounding and pounding until the deep thrusts pushed Sanji over the edge.

The cook came with a shout, splattering his hot seed over his and Zoro's stomachs. The sudden tightening around his cock made Zoro follow soon after.

"S-Sanjiii..." the swordsman moaned as he spilled his load into Sanji and strangely enough, the cook thought he had never heard anything more beautiful.

Zoro pulled out and put Sanji's shaking legs back down on the floor. He laid down on the floor and as Sanji came down to lay beside him, Zoro draped an arm around the cook's slim waist and pulled him close. Thankful for the swordsman's warmth, Sanji let himself be pulled and laid his head on Zoro's arm.

"So... still hate me?" Zoro asked after they caught their breath for a while.

Snorting, Sanji looked up at the ceiling to avoid the swordsman's eyes. "'Course, I do. You're my rival... always will be."

"Oh, and letting me fuck you was a particular evil way to get back at me?"

"Yeah, a terribly evil scheme..." Sanji said. He was grinning in spite of himself.

"And what's the goal? Breaking my heart?"

Feeling his heart skip a beat at this sudden question, the cook looked at Zoro, expecting to see mirth in the other man's eyes. Seeing none of that, but complete sincerity instead, Sanji felt his mouth go dry. When had this situation become so serious?

"I... ehm... c-can it... can it be broken?" he asked, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest.

The swordsman didn't answer, just looked at him with an unfathomable expression. Realising he wouldn't get an answer to his question... not yet, anyway, Sanji said shakingly, "Sh-Shitty swordsman... stupid marimo..." and buried his face in the crook of Zoro's neck.

He felt Zoro chuckle at his words. "Damn, you really are cute, cook."

"Shut up."

The swordsman grinned down lazily at the man in his arms, the sort of grin of a sated man. "What was that with the name anyway, shitty cook?"

Sanji blushed, turned his head to avoid Zoro's eyes once again. "S-Shut up! I just... wanted to... to hear you say it, okay?"

"Ah, I see... you're such a woman."

Sanji jumped up and kicked him. Hard.

"Stupid marimo," Sanji murmured. Ignoring the slight pain in his ass as he moved, the cook gathered up his clothes while Zoro rubbed the place on his head where Sanji had kicked him. "I'm gonna go make breakfast."

When he made to put on his pants, a hand grabbed his wrist and yanked him backwards against a solid body. "Don't think I'll let you go just like this... there is still something we have to make clear, cook," Zoro said before kissing Sanji's neck just below his ear. The cook shuddered in response. "'Cause... I'm pretty sure you liked it."

Understanding at once the marimo's words, Sanji blushed. "I... I didn't," he lied.

"Oh, well, that's too bad... because then I won't ever be able to fuck you again."

Sanji's mouth opened in silent shock. "F-Forever is awfully long, you know? I- It wouldn't really be fair to you, if you had to bottom all the time and... and... I didn't hate it that much."

"No, because you fucking loved it," Zoro said, his voice deep as it vibrated right next to Sanji's ear.

"I didn't!"

"You did!"

"Did not!"

"Oh, yes, you did!"

"I didn't, you stupid bastard marimo!"

"You did, you damn lying curly brow!"

"Shithead!"

"Dartbrow!"

"Bastard!"

"... you're hard again, Sanji."

"... fuck me."

"I will."

And breakfast had to wait an awfully long time that day.

"What's wrong, Luffy? Didn't you want to get Sanji?" Usopp asked their captain who had just jumped down from the crow's nest.

Picking his nose, Luffy looked at him with a dismayed look. "Mah, Sanji can't make dinner. He is busy right now..."

"Busy? What can he do up there? Zoro is on watch right now."

"Yeah, but Zoro is having sex with him, so he can't come down," Luffy said, then turned to Robin who just came out of the galley with a drink in her hand. "Robin, can you make something to eat? Nami said I should leave them alone when they play."

Robin smiled. "Of course, captain-san."

Feeling his nakama's gazes on him, Luffy turned around to look quizzically at them. "What?"

"L-Luffy, bro... did you really see... see them... see them do... it?" Franky asked, stuttering.

"'Course I did! Sanji was bend over and Zoro stood behind him and-"

His explaining was stopped by several cries of 'Shut up!' and two hands sprouting out of his shoulders and slamming over his mouth.

"I think this would be regarded as 'too much information', captain-san," Robin said, still smiling calmly while everyone else freaked out.

"So I did see them in the jungle!" Usopp cried.

"I never would've thought those two were... not that I'm objecting! Franky is SUUUUPER open about any kinds of love."

"Love? Sanji and Zoro love each other?" Chopper cried excitedly, his eyes sparkling.

"This can't be happening... can't be happening..." Usopp said, body crouched to a small ball and rolling around.

"Yohohoho! I envy them! I can't have sex... I'm all bones without boner! Yohohoho! Skull joke!"

"Can't be... can't be..."

"Are they going to marry now? Can they marry? But they can't have children... I'm a doctor, I know!"

"I have to build them a bed... A SUUUPER bed of love!"

"My eyes... my eyes... my poor, innocent eyes... and my ears... oh, god... those noises!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"

Everyone jumped when Nami suddenly slammed open the door of the galley.

Taking in the devastated form of Usopp on the ground, still rolling around and whispering 'My innocence... my poor innocence... ', her eyes narrowed.

"Luffy..." she growled, glaring at the still muzzled captain whose eyes widened in fear. "Did... you... tell?"

Robin called back her devil's power, hands vanishing in a whirl of flower petals. "I didn't! I absolutely didn't tell them that Zoro and Sanji have sex or that you're planning to blackmail them!"

This time, Luffy's own hands slammed over his mouth. "Uh-oh..."

"Luffy!" Nami cried, surging forward to grab her captain.

Luffy jumped, running with all his mind, Nami close on his heels.

Noticing that Nami's wrath gave her amazing speed, Luffy used his extending arms to catapult himself up on the Sunny's main mast.

Nami shook her fists at him. "Come back here, you rubber brain! Do you have any idea how much money I could've made?"

Robin came up behind her, patting Nami gently on the back. "Don't worry, navigator-san. I'm sure, we can make a lot of money if we sell my sketches. I hear boy love is quite popular with the girls these days... and illustrations sell well. Especially if they are of known pirates... I've heard those of Law and Kidd are a top-seller right now."

Breathing deeply, Nami pinched the top of her nose. "Robin, you know I like you and all, but... no one is going to pay even a beli for your drawings. They are more like... scribble monsters."

Seeing the smile on Robin's face freeze, Nami swallowed.

And that was the first and last time, a woman had ever felt Nico Robin's wrath on the Sunny.

Franky offered coke.

The End