I came, I saw (the pic), I wrote~

[moe81]

Title: Virgin Fruit

Rating: NC-17 

Pairing: Sanji/Zoro

Warning: Underage...kinda

A/N: For Sybile's pic: Blind Fruit

A/N 2: I don't know a hell of a lot about Jewelry Bonney (I'm not sure anyone does) but if I happen to have a glaring inconsistency with her abilities...I'm calling on creative license. 

A/N 3: Because it had to happen. Follow up pic from Sybile: Not-So-Virgin Fruit

He felt like a teenager with raging hormones. Sanji speared his knife into the fruit he was preparing. Shit. He was a teenager with raging hormones. He'd already done this once. Wasn’t that enough? 

 

The damn pirate had changed him, for what reason he could only just imagine.  

 

Alright, so maybe she’d changed both him and the algae-head but he really preferred not to think too hard about that one. It just gave him thoughts about the idiot and then his mind became all jumbled and he really, really wanted to forget that he was such a skinny ass and Zoro managed to look hot and he really didn’t want to look too deep at the implications of those thoughts.

 

Sanji grimaced as he remembered the after-effects of that so-called fight; how clothes that were once tight enough to show everything were suddenly too loose and fell off at the slightest movement. Damn marimo didn't bother with underwear.

 

Fuck, he was going to have a brain meltdown. It was possible that had been her plan all along and if so, it was doing a damn good job. It had not only put them - slightly - out of commission but it had turned him into a walking nightmare of pervertedness. He adjusted his pants again.  

 

That woman got the creepiest kicks out of her power. 

 

He sniffed as the air in the galley changed. Sweat, obnoxiousness, idiocy....and pheromones. Sanji tensed as his body responded to the proximity of the other man...boy...goddamn fucking marimo. The knife thunked on the board again and he only just missed cutting off his finger. His body was awkward. His thoughts were awkward. The entire fucking situation was awkward. 

 

He could hear breathing behind him. He could hear the blood thundering through his veins as hormones, testosterone, pheromones and all the other mones threatened to come together in a violent rendition.

 

Zoro spoke. The voice set his teeth on edge and caused a reaction in his lower body and oh yeah, he was going to be having a long talk later with that particular appendage. 

 

"I think the fruit’s dead, curly-brow." 

 

Sanji looked at the food on the board, a little shocked that after all the near misses with his hands, it actually looked just how he wanted it to. He would have glared at the bastard but that meant turning around and basically proclaiming that yes, his body did find the moron sexually attractive because there was no way to miss his growing erection.  

 

Long talk. Really long talk. 

 

He breathed deep and told himself that he was a walking hormone and he would in fact, react to anything. Whether it was a set of beautiful breasts - oh, his lovely ladies with cleavage as far as the eye could see - or lean muscle, wrapped in tanned skin and held together with ragged scars. Even if the ragged scars weren't currently present and all there was was smooth skin stretched tight around a lean body that would mould and twitch under his hands.

 

Sanji felt the blood rush even faster to his groin and he cursed that woman all the way to the high seas. And then he felt guilty for such a cursing and silently offered his deepest apologies, until he realised he didn't feel as guilty as he thought he did and re-cursed her. He paused. What the hell was wrong with him?  

 

Zoro spoke again and Sanji wondered why his voice was so low when his own cracked and rose at ridiculous moments. It pissed him off. “You’re not going through this alone, you know.” 

 

“What the hell would you know?” Shit. He sounded like a petulant child. He could have kicked himself.  

 

"I was a teenager." Zoro paused. "Am a teenager. I was also a child, and I was even born because I did in fact have parents." 

 

Sanji snorted. "And here I thought you were cultivated."

 

Zoro didn't rise to the bait. He acted like it was normal, like all of it was normal and Sanji wanted to kick him for it. "She changed me too, shit-cook."

 

He knew. He couldn't not know. The tight body, the smaller shoulders, the not-so-small bits that Sanji really shouldn't be thinking about but he was anyway. A smooth forehead that was missing its perpetual frown, hands that had trained for hours lacked calluses, a chest narrow enough that he could slip his arms around them comfortably.

 

He could have sworn that the kitchen shrank, that he could feel Zoro breathing down his neck, that he could feel the insistent heat of the other man's body. He had the grace to blush. Dangerous thoughts.

 

Zoro's low voice rumbled over his skin. "What's in your head, cook?" 

 

Sanji stiffened and whirled around, anger rolling off him. He was caught off guard. Zoro wasn't being snarky, he wasn't being obtuse. His eyes spoke volumes and Sanji’s anger retreated and turned into embarrassment. He really couldn’t hide anything from the other man. His arousal spiked at the hunger in Zoro’s eyes. 

 

He turned back to his preparation, blade gliding through the flesh of fruit and the smell of citrus hung in the air. The tension thickened around them. Sanji tried to focus on his task and not on the light tread of Zoro's boots as the man moved closer to him.  

 

“You going to keep company with your hand until this wears off?” 

 

A hand brushed his side as it settled on the bench. He was so close. All Sanji had to do was turn around. 

 

“Being so young with an adult's needs.” Whispered in his ear, the press of a hard body against his. He was being driven to distraction. He was allowing it.

 

He was a teenager and he was horny. If he looked further into his reason than that, he was sure he wouldn’t forgive himself. It wasn’t as if the swordsman wasn’t having the same problem, he could just control it by lifting weights and zoning out. Something the moss-head was really good at. Only right now…

 

The heavy breath on his neck was replaced with hot lips. Zoro's tongue swept over him and teeth nipped at his flesh. He held back a whimper when his ear was encased in moist heat and flinched when it was tugged on.

 

He swallowed hard as one broad hand tracked over his chest, fingers catching on the buttons of his shirt. It dipped to his stomach and flicked under the material, caressing the skin above his waistband.

 

At the insistent nudging against his ass, he curled forward and stared blindly at the fruit on the chopping board. He needed to stop this. He needed to gain control again or they were going to...

 

His breath hitched when fingers stroked over his zipper and palmed his erection. His hand grabbed at Zoro's and pulled it away, their fingers instantly twining together. Zoro rocked his hips and Sanji closed his eyes, the sensation sending sparks dancing up his spine.

 

"We ca-"

 

"Sanji." His name was moaned into his ear.

 

His knife clattered to the board. Any rational thought or reasoning left his mind as the swordsman seduced him with his damn voice. A tanned hand dipped into a waiting bowl. He licked his lips as that same hand hovered before his mouth, fingers coated with cream. A touch to his mouth and he grabbed at Zoro's wrist.

 

If he took that now, he'd never last. He needed to take his time and make it worth it. Was he really entertaining the idea of them? This? Zoro's voice vibrated through his chest.

 

"Sanji."

 

He pushed the other man away, promising that it wouldn't end here. He yanked on his tie, popping the first few buttons of his shirt in the rush and passed it to Zoro, their fingers brushing. Zoro growled at him and he waved a hand at the table. He didn't wait for him to leave and went back to the fruit. He heard the wood creak as the other man sat down but he didn't look behind him, knowing that what he'd find would distract him from his plan. His plan. He hadn't even started and his body was wound tight from wanting.

 

He finished his task and took a deep breath. He turned, stared and went numb, the plate nearly dropping from his hand. Zoro was sitting at the table...bare chested and blindfolded. He swallowed hard and made his way over. 

 

He set the plate on the table and curled his fingers into Zoro’s shoulder. His cock twitched in anticipation as he straddled Zoro’s lap, admiring the twitch and roll of abs as he lowered himself.  He was immensely thankful for the blindfold because he was sure he was turning bright pink. He squirmed a little, trying to find the most comfortable position. Zoro grunted and flushed, skin darkening over his cheeks.

 

Sanji ran his hands down Zoro’s back and the swordsman arched into him, mouth parted. Sanji turned his head and dry lips skimmed over his cheek, his eyebrow and over his neck. He shivered and pushed Zoro back, his skin burning at the loss.

 

Zoro's earrings chimed when he shifted and Sanji touched them, rubbing the cool metal between his fingers. He gently pulled on them and Zoro stopped moving. Sanji leaned in, his mouth touching the shell of Zoro's ear.

 

"Ready?"

 

Zoro opened his mouth, trusting Sanji and damn if that didn’t make him hotter. He picked up a piece of cream covered fruit and he held his breath as he moved it closer, running it over Zoro's bottom lip. Zoro sucked on the end of it, drawing in the taste. A lone drop of juice ran from the side of his mouth and Sanji swallowed as he watched it run over smooth skin.

 

Zoro poked his tongue out asking for more and Sanji let the tip touch his tongue. He bit his lip as he watched the other man slowly lick the fruit clean before taking it in and sucking. Sanji's fingers were trapped between cold fruit and a hot tongue and he exhaled rapidly.

 

Zoro let him go with a small wet pop and licked at his lips. The man may have been blindfolded but Sanji could feel the heat from his gaze burning through the material. Zoro opened his mouth for the next piece and Sanji wondered if it would be better to just kiss him. To just tilt his head and cover that mouth with his own, to nip and bite and suck at those lips until Zoro begged him to stop teasing and kiss him properly.

 

Sanji rocked up, his erection rubbing over Zoro's stomach. The swordsman hissed and one of his hands grabbed at Sanji's hip, fingers biting into the material. Sanji dropped his gaze and watched as the bulge in Zoro's pants got bigger.

 

He picked up the next piece of fruit and forced in into Zoro's mouth. Cream smothered parted lips and the top of the red berry stared at him, mocked him. He dipped his head and his teeth bit into it. He used his tongue to shove it the rest of the way in. Zoro crushed it against the roof of his mouth and Sanji chased the taste of the juice as Zoro swallowed. When he pulled back he licked up the mess he'd made on Zoro's face.

 

Fingers ghosted over his shirt, plucking at the buttons and parting the material. Hands on his ass yanked him forward and he moaned as Zoro licked at his chest. His chin was nudged back and Zoro sucked and nipped his neck. He rolled his hips and he groaned as his pants chaffed over his hard cock. He let out a guttural sound when Zoro thrust up against his ass.

 

Sanji ran his hands through the green hair and gripped hard. He got a growl for his efforts and he yanked back on his tie. Zoro's neck strained under the position and Sanji dragged his tongue over the taut skin. His hand fumbled with the plate on the table and he shoved the food in his mouth as he passed over Zoro's jaw.

 

Bittersweet chocolate melted over his tongue and he sealed his mouth over Zoro's. Their kisses still felt clumsy and messy but the heat between them made up for it and Sanji attempted to drown himself in the other man's taste. Teeth clashed, tongues twined and they both breathed heavily through their noses, not letting up for a moment.

 

Fingers tugged at the button on his pants and he slid a hand down to help. He yanked at the fastening and arched up in relief when he was freed, only to moan a moment later when rough fingers took hold of him.

 

He rocked up into the hand and Zoro growled at him. "Closer. Move." He dropped a hand to the bench and shifted further up the muscled thighs. He was trapped and pressed in hard to Zoro and the unrelenting prodding at his backside had him screwing his hips down. Zoro grunted in approval of the shift.

 

"Ah! Shit, Zoro." Sanji's voice came out on a whimper and he dropped his head to Zoro's shoulder. The hand on his cock sped up and he moved his hips to the same rhythm, his ass grinding down.

 

"Fuck, cook. Move faster." Sanji grit his teeth and picked up his pace. A drawn out groan in his ear and Zoro thrust up hard. "Ooohh fuck yeah."

 

Zoro's movements slowed, his breathing hard and ragged. Sanji whined when the hand on him stopped moving. He was so damn close. He pushed Zoro's out the way and curled his fingers around his length; stroking, squeezing. Broader fingers covered his and followed his hand.

 

He was right...there. "Nnnnnahhhhh!"

 

Sanji draped his arms over Zoro's shoulders and panted hard, his chest heaving with every breath. His hands slipped over slick skin and he clutched at sweaty hair. Still racing from the high, Sanji groped at the cloth around Zoro's head and peeled it off, throwing it on the table. 

 

He stared into glazed eyes and dipped his head to meet Zoro in a chaste kiss. Zoro dragged his mouth away and made his way down Sanji's chest, biting at his nipples. Sanji was bent backwards and he let himself slip with the hands under his back, lying against the bench and spread over Zoro's legs.

 

Zoro laid his head on Sanji's stomach and it rose and fell with every breath he took. He would have thought the swordsman had fallen asleep, except for the small kisses to his skin at odd intervals.

 

Sanji wanted a cigarette but he was so damn comfortable that he couldn't be bothered moving. He wondered if everything would go back to normal when this, whatever this was, wore off. Did he want it to go back to normal?

 

He could live with the snark, he could live with the random violence, he could even live with the name calling but... he could still taste Zoro on his tongue. Maybe it all didn't have to go back to how it used to be.