What say we have more ficcage~

[moe81]

Title: Untitled time-skip pron (at least until I can think of a decent title. orz)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
A/N: Originally for the zosan kink_meme:In light of new spoilers, HOT NEW LOOK sexzors - with Zoro missing his arm. (It's not hardcore sexzors but it's still them~)


White vapour hung in the air of the small room. There were quiet splashes as Zoro stepped out of the bath, water running off his skin. Drops clung to him and slowly worked their way over the rise and dip of muscles. He flicked a towel around his waist with practiced ease.

He plunged his hand into the bath to remove the stopper and the door opened, admitting the blond cook into the humid room. Sanji gave him a half-hearted look and Zoro gestured at the full tub. Sanji nodded and unbuttoned his clothes.

Zoro wiped condensation from the mirror and gave the scar over his eye a cursory look. He glanced around at the quiet thump of cloth hitting tile. Sanji's clothes were strewn all over the bathroom floor, left to the mercy of wrinkles and moist air. His face twisted in bemusement as Sanji tumbled into the bath, completely submerging himself. He came up from the water and flicked his hair back.

Zoro snorted. "That was graceful."

Sanji murmured unintelligibly and put his mouth under the water where he proceeded to blow bubbles.

Zoro quirked an eyebrow at the odd display. "Not feeling like yourself?"

Sanji hummed and pat his fringe back over his right eye. Zoro suppressed a chuckle. He turned his back to the cook, released his towel and dried himself, hand moving efficiently.

Sanji watched the muscles in the broad back bunch and stretch, his eyes skipping over the empty space at his side and squelching the guilty feeling in his chest. He eyed the swordsman’s backside; the clenching of his cheeks was almost hypnotic.

His nakama had grown; broader across the shoulders and taller, even his hair was longer than he used to keep it. Zoro turned and placed a leg on the edge of the bath. Sanji sent him a questioning look.

Zoro shrugged nonchalantly. "Helps me keep my balance."

The cook's lips turned up. "Is that always a problem?"

"Not especially but I don't want to risk tripping into a wall."

Sanji snorted. He was amused by the image of the swordsman being less than any kind of graceful - which is not a word he ever would have used for the marimo, except for the times when he did a really great attack and his body twisted and it looked like it was gliding through the air. "Speaking from experience?"

Whatever response he was hoping for died when all he got was a non-committal grunt.

Zoro swiped the towel over his feet. Sanji was sure even those had grown. When he stepped back, he ran the towel through his hair leaving Sanji with a full view of his groin.

Even at rest Zoro's cock was quite large. Sanji could feel himself blushing and he dunked his head further under the water. He glanced sidelong at the swordsman, amused at the small thatch of green pubic hair.

He studied his hands floating under the water and licked his lips. He was almost sure he could taste the other man from the residue droplets and he wondered if he should have been disgusted by that rather than excited.

His thoughts stopped for a moment as he considered what he was about to do and then Sanji held his hand out to Zoro, eyes averted. He could sense the other man pause and the silent question hung in the air of what it was exactly that he wanted. Sanji gave an impatient twitch with his hand.

Zoro stepped closer and Sanji laid his hand on Zoro's thigh. The muscle tensed but he didn't move away. Sanji levered himself out of the water, half hanging over the edge and licked the head of Zoro's cock. Zoro hissed approvingly and Sanji closed his lips around the flaccid member. His fingers cupped soft balls, thumb resting against the base. He could feel a steady pulse through his hand and Zoro grew hard in his mouth as he sucked.

He dragged his tongue over the vein on the underside, swirling around the head and licking across the small slit, eliciting a strangled moan from the swordsman. His fingertips danced over soft flesh, ghosting over the little puckered hole and pressing down until Zoro arched his hips, thrusting forward into Sanji's mouth. Sanji hummed in appreciation of the slip in control and curled his fingers around the base of Zoro's cock.

He swallowed, the action tightening his throat like a vice around Zoro's cock and the other man choked back a groan. His hand joined his mouth and he increased the speed of his movements; squeezing, stroking, sucking.

Zoro's fingers fumbled as he carded them through Sanji's wet hair, thumb brushing across his jaw. He dug his fingers into Zoro's ass to drag him closer. Zoro's knees hit the edge and he overbalanced, falling to the left. There was a slight moment of panic when he remembered Zoro wouldn't be able to stop himself and he wrapped an arm around the thick waist to steady him.

He drew Zoro to the edge of his climax, glancing up as the marimo threw back his head and moaned, tanned neck stretching and if Sanji could reach that far, he would have licked his way up the side of it and nipped at the proud jaw.

He slowed his actions, bringing Zoro back down. The growl from above made him smirk around the flesh between his lips. He twisted his tongue in an interesting gesture and the nonsensical sounds he received made his own erection twitch in happiness.

A few flicks with his fingers and the caress of his lips and Zoro bent over him, hand sliding to his shoulder and nails digging in as he came. Sanji took it all, not one to waste anything; the taste of the swordsman hadn't changed at all. The cook milked the other man dry, greedy for any last drop he could get. A hand on the back of his neck squeezed and he let Zoro go with an obscenely loud pop and he licked his lips.

Zoro stumbled back, spent and breathing heavily. A glazed eye turned to the blond and he waved his hand at Sanji's lower half under the water. Sanji raised his eyebrow, amused at the loss of speech in the stoic swordsman and shook his head. Zoro twitched a little, disappointment flashing across his features fleetingly before he nodded his head once and walked out naked, completely forgetting the pile of clean clothes on the bench.

Draped over the bath, Sanji gazed at the closed door and smiled at the knowledge that even with the loss of an eye and limb, the swordsman really hadn't changed all that much.