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Sanji had always loved women. From a very early age he’d always looked up to them and found comfort within women. As he got older he learned to appreciate not just for who the women are on the inside, but also their outer appearances. Everything down to their hair to their cuticles. Sanji’s heart was full of adoration and respect for each and every one of them, he made it his own personal goal to attend to their needs no matter what the circumstance may be.
I
It had been an ordinary day at the Baratie, then Luffy and his small crew dined in and Sanji’s day was completely thrown off schedule. With Luffy pestering him about wanting him to be the chef on his ship, Zoro’s duel with Mihawk, and chasing after Nami to Arlong Park, Sanji could say his day was a little off its track.
Not even a day has passed of him officially becoming a pirate and sailing with his captain, Sanji could say without a doubt made the right choice to leave the Baratie. Don’t get him wrong, he loved Zeff to bits and was more than grateful for all he has done for him, but Sanji couldn’t help but want more, and he knew deep down he’d have to let go sooner or later.
So here is he now, on the Going Merry with his crew as their chef. He found himself clinging to Nami, making sure she was comfortable or if she needed anything. After the fourth time she reassured him she was okay, Sanji thought it’d be a good idea to check the ship’s inventory and start planning his grocery list before they dock on the next island. Mindlessly opening and closing doors while looking for their stock, he finds the bathroom with Zoro in it.
Zoro’s eyes met Sanji’s. He was standing in front of the mirror biting down on the hem of his shirt while holding a needle and thread from out his chest. Showing the rather large sword wound bisecting his chest. Zoro’s hands were bloody, even some dripping onto the floor.
Sanji’s eyes naturally gravitated lower to the other man’s chest, his nipples pert at the lower temperature in the small tiled room. Sanji makes a small note to himself in the back of his mind of how nicely his pectorals sit high on Zoro’s chest.
“Uh, sorry, I was…” Sanji’s eyes are still glued on Zoro’s chest as he attempts to form a sentence. “Need help with that?”
“Like I need help from you.” Zoro muffles back with his shirt still between his teeth. Sanji also makes note of how much Zoro likes to piss him off.
“Shut up, asshole. Let me do it.” He lets himself in and carefully grabs the needle from Zoro. “You’re bleeding a lot. Clearly you’re not doing it right.” Sanji may not be a doctor, but he knew the basics, it was just another one of those things Zeff taught him. He can make out Zoro’s mumbled ‘opened’ as he looks for a wash cloth and disinfectant. “This is going to hurt a bit.”
Zoro groans harshly in his shirt, squeezes his eyes shut and tries to regulate his breathing. “Just hurry.” He tells the blond. Sanji does everything in his power to do just that. He focuses on closing the freshly opened stitches and not Zoro’s irregular breathing or the large chest mere inches away from his face.
He finishes rather quickly, cutting and tying off the thread and disposes of the needle. Zoro snatches the bandage wrap from his hands, mumbling how he can do the rest. “You’re a real dumbass, you know that.” Sanji says more as a statement than a question for the swordsman.
“Yeah, whatever, I’m getting a drink.” Zoro waves him off and makes a swift exit.
“You better not let all my hardwork go to waste, Idiot marimo!” Sanji shouts at him, he knows Zoro heard him when he hears him grunt directed to him.
II
It was smooth sailing after they had left Skypia. The plan was to head over to Water Seven and trade all their gold they had found on their previous voyage for gold, which Nami’s eyes glowed with berri symbols.
Sanji had been in his comfort space, the ship’s kitchen as he was preparing lunch for the crew. He groans to himself when he hears the galley door open from behind him,
“Ceviche’s almost ready, Luffy. And no I’m not giving you any right now, you can wait with the rest of the crew.” Sanji turns around to face Luffy, only it's not Luffy he’s come face to face with.
“Not Luffy, Stupid curly brow. I know you hide booze here, move.” Zoro walks past him.
Shirtless. Also sweaty. Sanji’s brain short circuits & he can’t get the image of Zoro’s chest, particularly his pectoral muscles, glistening with sweat. His sweet tanned skin shone lustrously under the kitchen light. He was almost ashamed to admit it, but part of him wanted to reach his hand out and squeeze the mass of muscles. Play with his nipples a bit as he would to a woman, even tease them with his teeth.
He couldn’t string a single coherent sentence together as he felt his face grow warm. Zoro didn’t give Sanji any more time to dwell on his intrusive thoughts.
“Cat got your tongue, Shitty Cook?” Zoro snarks at him. He pops off the cork with his teeth and spits it in the sink. He takes a few gulps but all Sanji can focus on was the excess sake dripping from his mouth and onto his chest. Sanji mentally slaps himself for even staring for a moment too long.
“You—!” Sanji curses at myself for fumbling over his words. “Out! Take your boobs—booze!! Just get out!”
He kicks the swordsman out with a beet face, he can still hear that idiot laughing at his outburst on the deck. He crouches behind the counter with his hands over his blushing face.
No matter how hard Sanji tries, he can’t get the sight of sweaty shirtless Zoro out of his mind. It’s almost like it engraved itself into his frontal lobe.
Sanji’s always been a ladies man, no matter if said ladies wanted him back. But for some reason, Zoro’s chest muscles ran rampant in his mind. He’ll admit, Zoro wasn’t exactly unsightly, quite the opposite actually, but that doesn't mean Sanji personally finds the swordsman attractive right? He is just acknowledging the fact Zoro had a nice body and he was easy on the eyes. No way in hell he’d see that idiot in any sexual variation.
III
It had been a slow and long two years. Sanji could barely contain his excitement during his route back to Sabaody. He couldn’t wait to see the people he held so dearly to his heart.
Not long after wandering around the archipelago, he can make out his green haired crewmate out in the distance. (Who he was secretly the most excited to reunite with.)
Stupid Marimo, how did he get here before me? “Yo, Marimo!” Zoro turns at the sound of his voice and makes his way up to Sanji.
First thing Sanji noticed was the lack of a shirt on Zoro’s body. He shifted his eyes away, already knowing where his train of thought was heading. Zoro’s face held new features as well, noticeably a scar going down the middle of his left eye. His labret pierced with a gold ring as well. It suited his brute look and made him even more appetizing.
“Did you really need a fourth piercing, asshole? You’re going to scare all the women here, you oaf.” Sanji really just wanted Zoro all to himself anyways. He wanted to unveil his body and examine for any other differences.
“Good. Have you seen the rest of the crew?” Zoro replies flatly. He crosses his arms, making the cleavage peeking through his open robe more predominant, almost like he knows how to tease Sanji. He suddenly has taken a great interest in the grass under his feet, Sanji refuses to stutter like a damn fool over a pair of man tits, Zoro’s especially.
Only if Zoro knew he was the center of Sanji’s forbidden attraction.
“Just a Stupid Swordsman. And where the hell is your shirt!? Have some decency.” he really needs a cigarette if he’s going to be stuck with Zoro any longer.
Said swordsman only shrugs his shoulders, clearly not caring about any decency he had left.
“God, you’re annoying.” Now he’s lighting a cigarette.
“Just how you like it, Idiot Cook.” Zoro baits him for another fight. He has no idea how right he really is.
IV
It started with Luffy screaming around the ship saying he was bored and demanded they play a game. Usopp suggested truth or dare featuring alcohol, which was more than enough to lure Zoro in.
Dusk sat on the horizon as the crew sat together around a campfire on the deck. Sanji missed times like these, no major threats being constantly thrown at them or Luffy starting literal wars. It was nice, wholesome.
“I’ll start, I’ll start! It was my idea after all.” Usopp says with a smirk and drink in his hand. “Sanji! Truth or dare?”
He replies with dare not giving it much thought.
“I dare you to chug the rest of your drink!” Usopp and Nami laugh devilishly to themselves, both knowing full well he is a lightweight.
“I just poured this… ugh whatever.” he downs the entire mug as the men of the crew chant ‘chug, chug, chug,’ around him. Sanji shows them the empty cup and they all cheer and clap for him. Even Zoro was.
“Didn’t know you had that in you, shitty cook.” Zoro comments snarkily. He chuckles and downs the rest of his drink too. Zoro’s laugh isn’t something that's heard of often, and it definitely something he hasn’t heard ever since the crew reunited. It’s a nice sound, Sanji would even go to say he missed it. “I’m grabbing another drink, I’ll get you one too, Curly.”
Zoro stands up just to be pushed back down by the blond. “No way, I don’t you messing around in my kitchen, besides, I doubt you could even find it.” Zoro’s voice is washed over by the crews’ laughs and shouts.
Sanji spends a good amount in the galley, already feeling the effects of the alcohol in his system. All he can do is hope he doesn’t drop the refills on his way back to the deck. He takes a moment to collect himself before he steps out.
He almost drops both drinks, though in his defense, nothing could have mentally prepared him for what awaited him on the deck.
Nami, looking gorgeous as ever, had Zoro’s kimono, engulfing her smaller frame. While Zoro had on Nami’s shirt. More specifically, her bra she'd worn earlier this afternoon. Though on wasn’t exactly the right word Sanji would use, it was more like the bra clung onto dear life as it barely fit around his bust. Hard nipples poked through the thin fabric making him look all the more tempting. The material doesn’t even completely cover him, leaving as much underboob exposed with his areolas barely peeking out from the bottom of the bikini top.
Sanji should think that the Mossball looks silly, like an absolute dumbass even, he should be laughing like the rest of the crew. Hell, Luffy is rolling side to side in the grass holding his stomach laughing uncontrollably.
“Uh… Wha-...” Sanji’s brain must’ve turned off for the night already.
“Oh my god, Sanji! You missed it! Luffy dared Zoro to switch clothes with Nami! I wish I had a camera with me!” Usopp, who he’s grateful for, fills him in on whatever this situation was.
Sanji wished he had a camera with him too, but probably for different reasons Usopp had.
“Right… I-I think I’m gonna turn in. Goodnighteveryoneearlystarttomorrowbye!” Sanji shouts to everyone as he’s speed walking to the men’s dorm. He sheds his clothes and throws them on the floor, no doubt his morning self will be mad about it, but he doesn’t bring himself to care enough right now.
Sanji collapses in his bunk and shuts his eyes, hoping sleep will come to him quickly. He desperately tries to ignore the tight feeling in his underwear and the blood from his nose dripping onto his pillow.
V
After dinner, the crew went to their own agendas and for once, the Sunny was quiet. Calming sounds of waves crashing over each other can be heard echoing in the wind. The familiar smell of saltwater flew in from the opened porthole. Sanji kept to himself in the kitchen, cleaning and preparing for tomorrow’s breakfast. Even seeing Zoro’s sleeping body on the couch in the galley didn’t bother him, well, it never really bothered him at all in the first place. But he still felt content, comfortable.
He bids it time to head to bed and debates whether or not he should leave the Mossball sleeping here. If Luffy were to see Zoro in the kitchen in the morning he would not stop complaining how he’s allowed in the kitchen before breakfast he’s not, Sanji rather not deal with that, so he decides to wake him.
“Hey Zor-...” Sanji inspects the other, who is completely dead to the world around him. He doesn’t have the usual scowl that harbored his face at all times of the day, he looked peaceful. A look Sanji hardly ever sees on the other man's face. It looked nice on him. He takes a seat next to Zoro to admire him closer.
His cleavage staring right back at him through the half opened kimono. Sanji swears Zoro knows exactly what he’s doing to him. It takes all his self control to not rest his hands on them and just give them one small squeeze. Then maybe his weird infatuation with them could finally be put to an end.
I am not going to fondle my sleeping crewmate oh my god. Why am I even considering that as an option… God, I’m a creep. I’m a weirdo… What the hell am I doing here?
“I can feel like staring at me, Cook.” Zoro thankfully brings him out of his less than decent thoughts. His eyes are still glued to the exposed tanned skin. Sanji remains still and silent.
Zoro’s eye opens at the lack of a response and huffs out a chuckle. He immediately notices where the blond’s attention lies. “My eyes are up here, Ero-Cook.” a brings his index finger to Sanji’s jaw to meet the other’s eyes.
His pupils are blown wide and cheeks are a gorgeous shade of crimson. The cigarette resting between his lips formed little smoke hearts, Zoro still had no idea how the cook did that, or if he was even conscious doing it. He seemed completely stunned, having no idea how to proceed in this grave he’d dug himself into.
“If you wanna touch ‘em so bad, all you gotta do is ask.” Zoro just nonchalantly tells him. Like he didn’t just give Sanji the only thing he’s ever wanted on a silver platter. Like it was no big deal. Probably because it wasn’t, but Sanji wouldn’t be Sanji if he didn’t overthink the implications of casually feeling up his crewmate. Of course it’d be a big deal to him.
“Shut up, like I would ever voluntarily touch a brute like you.” Sanji throws back at him with no venom laced in his words. He crosses his arms and silence sits upon them. “Were you serious?” Sanji whispers, almost afraid if the stupid houseplant was fucking with him.
“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.” Sanji of all people knew Zoro did not do things he didn’t want to do. It made his heart do a little dance.
“Can I…” The thought of his lewd dreams might actually come true clouded his embarrassment.
Zoro turns toward him and leans back on the couch on his palms, sticking out his chest even more. “Go for it.”
Sanji only stares for a moment, Zoro really wasn’t joking. His hands sheds the green kimono off his shoulders at an agonizing slow pace. If Zoro was really letting him play with his boobs, he was going to thank whatever perverted god showed him mercy and savor and enjoy every second of it. “Oh my god, Marimo… Of course they’re pierced.” Zoro was going to be the death of him.
The gold barbells go through both nipples, teasing Sanji oh so deliciously. It matched the rest of his gold jewelry and fit his reckless personality. Sanji shouldn’t be surprised in the slightest, it sounds exactly like something Zoro would’ve done.
“Shut up, Perona dared me to get them. I didn’t hate them so I kept them in. They’re j-just… sensitive, Cook.” Zoro stutters when the pad of Sanji’s thumb glides over his nipples. He does it again just to tease him and to hear the other let out a long sigh.
“Hmm, I see…” Sanji stops his antics for now, but prays for another time where he can play with the hardened buds for hours. His hands cupped his underboobs and gave a light squeeze. If he died right now he’d have nothing to complain about, if he was dying, he’s dying happy with boobs in his hands. He pushes them up against each other, the beloved cleavage making another appearance and the little devil on his shoulder tells him to rub his face in it, while the angel tells him otherwise.
He listens to the latter of the two. He smiles to himself like he’s in his own little world, unaware of Zoro watching him fondly. “ You know they’re bigger than both the girls’.”
“Pffft, no they’re not, Shitty Swordsman. You wish they were.” His hands left the other’s chest, unconsciously setting them on Zoro’s thighs, using them as leverage to lean closer to Zoro’s face. Sanji thinks it’s the first time he’s this close to the other and not having it be because of a fight, he finds himself wishing they shared more moments like this.
“They are, Cook! One hundred and ten centimeters.” Zoro says with pride. Sanji just chuckles at the ridiculous number and leaves the couch.
“Yeah okay, one ten centimeters, get out of my kitchen. Aren't you supposed to be on nightwatch tonight?” He waits for him by the door as Zoro fixes his kimono. Sanji doesn’t make a fuss when Zoro makes a b-line to the pantry and walks out with a bottle of sake.