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[moe81]

Title: Shut up, already!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
A/N: Originally for the zosan kink_meme. Also.... ART OF THE SYBILE VARIETY *spaz dance*
*The way Sanji moans "Marimo" is usually hot enough to push Zoro to orgasm during sex. Now it is affecting him outside of sex...*


Heavy breathing and the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the bunkroom. Groans emanated from Sanji as Zoro assaulted his body; sucking, licking, biting a hardened nipple so that he arched off the bed. Zoro thrust into the lean body harder, seeking his climax.

Sanji's breath hitched and he orgasmed, fluid coating his stomach and chest. He grabbed Zoro’s shoulders and pulled their bodies together. He licked at the three earrings and moaned in Zoro's ear. "Marimo."

Zoro faltered and stilled, his hips pressed flush against Sanji's ass as he came.

~~~~

Zoro lifted the barbell in his hand and thought about adding some more weight to it. He could definitely stand to get stronger.

"Oi, Marimo!"

Sanji's voice called to him and Zoro felt his pants tighten. He growled at the intrusion. Damn cook with his sexy irritated voice getting him all worked up. He continued with his reps, figuring he would sweat it off. He would never turn down the opportunity to sex the cook up, but he had work to do first.

"Stupid! Oi, I'm talking to you, Marimo-head."

His pants tightened further and he nearly dropped his weights. Heavy footsteps thumped towards him and he hastily adjusted his haramaki to cover the obvious bulge. Regular sex was good for his libido but the distraction was hell on his daily regimen.

Sanji stepped in front of him and jabbed a finger into his chest. The cook was close enough that if Zoro leaned forward a little, he could cover the cook’s mouth and slip his tongue between those snapping teeth. He could smell the cigarette smoke when the blond spoke and he wanted to taste it.

"Fucking hell, Marimo."

Zoro choked back a groan and focused on the glare he was being given. He had never called any colour pretty because he was a badass and badasses didn't do that, but the multitude of blues staring at him was really damn sexy.

"Forget it. I have better things to do then spend my time trying to get through your thick skull."

Sanji stomped off and Zoro blinked at the sudden departure, his source of fantasy leaving him to his training. He felt indignant. Dammit, he was indignant. He carefully set his weights on the deck - throwing them was bad and would have Nami and Franky yelling at him again - and followed after the cook's ass.

He slipped into the galley - he didn't sneak because that would have been stupid, even if he did check for anyone watching - and stalked over to the cook. He bracketed his hands on either side of the lean hips, trapping Sanji against the sink.

"The hell do you think you're doing, Marimo?"

Zoro groaned and Sanji turned to stare at him. He let his head fall to Sanji's shoulder and mouthed at the pale line of his neck. He grinded his erection against Sanji's ass and received a drawn out moan for his effort.

Sanji’s voice dropped an octave when he spoke. "What...?"

Zoro drew in a ragged breath and pulled back a little. Sanji spun around, grabbed his ass and pulled their hips together, hard lengths rubbing against each other. He sealed his mouth over Sanji's and canted his head to the right, slipping his tongue between parted lips.

Zoro drove his hips into Sanji's. He could feel the heat and friction through two layers of clothes and he pushed harder. Sanji wrapped a leg around his waist and grunted with the force of the thrusts. The pace increased until Sanji threw his head back and moaned Zoro's name.

Zoro grit his teeth in effort as he moved faster, seeking his own end. It was Sanji's voice in his ear that sent him over. "Come on, Marimo."

Zoro's mind spiralled off else where. When it returned, there was a slight frown on Sanji's face. They slowly pulled apart and Zoro kissed him before he could attempt to think any further. Couldn't have him coming his own conclusions.

Zoro grabbed one of the towels from the bench and cleaned them up, taking the opportunity to let his hand wander into Sanji's pants. Sanji kicked him in the head for being unsanitary.

~~~

Zoro stuck his head under the shower and water pounded over him. His brain was stuck in one mode and he was having a hell of a time dragging it back out. Sex. With the cook. In the galley, in bed, in the bathroom, in the aquarium room late at night when no one else was a round. If his time wasn't being taken up with training or sleeping, it was sex. He had to be careful that thinking of a naked Sanji in public wouldn't end in embarrassment.

He stroked his cock, eyes closed, and he imagined the cook’s heat surrounding him. The smoky voice drifted through his mind and moaned his nickname. His hand spasmed and he came, hot and hard. His knees almost buckled under him and the hand on the wall skidded down.

There it was again. Marimo, Marimo, Marimo. What the hell was wrong with him?

A knock on the door and Sanji's voice came through the wood. "Oi, cabbage head. You alright?"

Zoro hummed an answer and gave his hand a searching look before cleaning it off. Sanji started thumping on the door and he glared at it. "Marimo, you moron. What the hell are you doing in there? Stop jerking off and come to dinner."

His cock twitched and he stared at it incredulously. More thumping and he growled back a response, telling Sanji to piss off and that he'd be along soon. This had to stop or it was going to get really awkward.

~~~

Dinner was the usual chaos and Zoro was immensely grateful for the size of the table. Of course, that didn't hide the flush in his cheeks or the shifting in his seat every time Sanji had the need to call out 'Marimo'.

He was getting suspicious looks not only from the cook, but Robin had an interesting gleam in her eye too. Zoro wished they’d all just mind their own business.

Once dinner had ended and Luffy had finally been kicked out on his rear, Zoro picked up a towel and started on the dishes. He was uncharacteristically quiet but his mind was in a spin over his new found problem. When had it even become a problem? He certainly couldn't pick a specific time or day.

He was waiting for the next dish when he noticed that Sanji wasn't actually washing anything. He looked down and the cook was groping for the sponge he'd dropped. Clumsy idiot. The blond turned his head up to stare at him and he opened his mouth and spoke. "Marimo."

Zoro could have kicked him... if only all his blood hadn't rushed south to his nether regions. From his position, there was no way Sanji would miss the tenting in his pants. He was right. Sanji's surprised look was enough to laugh at but all Zoro gave him was a low moan.

"Marimo."

Zoro grabbed at the bench and swallowed hard. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. A hand ran up the back of his leg and squeezed his ass.

"Mari..."

The towel fluttered to the ground and he grabbed at Sanji's shoulder, dragging the other man up for a kiss. Sanji moved his head to the side and licked his ear instead. There was a hand on Zoro's crotch and lips sucking his earlobe. Another low moan of 'Marimo' and he shifted his hips, grinding into Sanji's palm and releasing a low hiss when the cook pressed back harder.

"Shut u-" his growl was cut off when Sanji licked his jaw.

Fingers dug into the seam of his pants between his ass cheeks. ‘Marimo’ was whispered into his ear and his eyes glazed over, the world turning white with his climax.

His sense slowly returned and Zoro couldn’t decide if he was embarrassed or pissed. The shit-cook taking advantage of his...condition. It was his damn fault anyway, always calling him names in that low voice. It was practically calling Zoro to take advantage of the other man.

He blinked and righted his brain and realised that Sanji was staring at him. The calculating look warred with amusement and lust and Zoro found himself feeling very wary. His cheek got a pat and the lost towel from earlier was placed back in his hands. Zoro had a bad feeling.

~~~

The sneak attack by these pirates really hadn’t been sneaky at all. Luffy had laughed and waited until they were within normal people reach before bouncing over to take them on. Several had managed to find their way on to the Sunny and Zoro was playing with two pathetically easy swordsmen. Later he would wonder why but at that moment he was admiring lean limbs kicking the shit out of another pirate.

One last kick to the stomach and said pirate went soaring over port side of the ship. Zoro couldn't stop the proud smirk. Sanji turned and watched him block the next swing aimed at his head. He hadn't even bothered to counter-attack. The cook sent him a smirk and Zoro was suddenly worried.

It was almost a whisper on the wind and if he hadn't seen Sanji's lips move, he would have put it down to his imagination. "Marimo."

Zoro's hand slipped, katana dipping to the side and the pirate he was fighting took advantage of the opening. He swept in, swinging from the right and Zoro had enough thought to block with his arm and knee him in the stomach. The pirate fell to the deck, groaning in agony.

"Sloppy work, Marimo." Zoro glared at Sanji and then down at the pirate, whose widening eyes were locked on the rapidly growing bulge in his pants. Zoro kicked him in the head for good measure.

Zoro's annoyance reached an all new level and even the prospect of having the cook under him again couldn't deter him from it. "Would you shut up already!? Are you trying to get me killed?"

Another pirate came in swinging an axe behind him and Zoro threw out a frustrated attack. It went wide of its target and almost took the sail out. Sanji gave a little laugh. "You'll have to do better than that...Marimo."

Zoro grit his teeth as his pants tightened painfully and he could feel heat enter his cheeks. The enemy he was fighting goggled at him until Zoro sent him flying over the side of the ship. Luffy bounced past laughing like a maniac. "Zoro's a marimooooo~~!" Zoro threw the next enemy at him and returned his glare to Sanji.

The curly brow was raised at him in question and that singular blue eye was locked onto his crotch. "Interesting." Sanji’s grin turned almost evil. "Ma~ri~mo~" His smooth voice dragged the name out and Zoro's cock did more than a little twitching.

Zoro fought off the next line of pirates, his curses increasing in volume with each word in an attempt to drown out the litany of 'marimo, marimo, marimo' in the background. "Shut up! Bastard, shit-head, curly-brow, moron, FUCKER!"

Before the last pirate had even hit the deck, Zoro fell into a squat and breathed deep, trying not to advertise that he'd come in his pants...again. He was going to kill someone. He was going to shove his katana so far down Sanji's throat that he would never be able to utter that name again.

Fingers threaded through his hair and spread over the back of his neck. Zoro growled and pulled him down to his level. "You are an asshole."

Sanji smirked at him and then had the audacity to softly kiss his cheek. "My Marimo."

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Rrow. You know, I'm not at all surprised Sanji would be able to get Zoro to come in his pants just by talking. With that sexy low voice of his... like I said: Rrow. *_____*

Kind of inconvinient at the middle of a fight, though. XD

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ICON! .... ICON!!! Look at the shiny shiny icon~ *dances*

Sanji likes being a shit though. Course he's gonna use his powers for evil instead of good, especially where Zoro is concerned.