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sanji,
zoro roronoa

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Who: Sanji (

yourotherleft)
When: 4/12.
Where: Their apartment.
What: Oh, you know. Event things.
Rating/Warning: Well. There might be some erotica books involved, but fuck knows how that will go... (Spoilers: ridiculous. Ridiculous is how it will go.)

[Welp, Sanji felt that pull to go to the shitty library out of nowhere, same as everyone else! But since he had some free time on his hands, it's not like it even occurred to him to question it. Besides, a huge place like that with all those books was sure to have something interesting regarding the culinary side of this planet. Maybe he'd be able to find a good cookbook or two and get to know more about the local recipes here?

Such were the completely pure and innocent thoughts that bounced around Sanji's head as he wandered through the aisles, eyes casually scanning the shelves as he waited for something to jump out at him. How he COMPLETELY ACCIDENTALLY ended up walking down an ~Adult~ row is a total mystery. And he definitely didn't mean to reach for that book with the busty blonde on the cover, or the one with the voluptuous redhead giving the reader a sultry look.

And he has no idea how he ended up walking back to the apartment with an armful of such books. But they're not all explicitly naughty, at least! There's a couple that are just fluffy romance, with dashing young men on the covers, windswept and shirtless as the heroine of the story clings to them.

Hell, Sanji actually did manage to find some books about cooking, too.

He drops his load onto the coffee table once he's back home, shrugging out of his suit coat and snickering to himself as a beautiful brunette stares up at him with a smoldering gaze, hands running over the sword in her grasp in a positively suggestive manner.

That one...he did not pick up for himself.]

Oi, marimo! Got something for ya.

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But breasts are shitty fantastic!

[Sanji is enjoying this way too much. He just laughs some more as Zoro scrabbles for the book, squirming and twisting more with every reach and grab. Zoro clues in before he does, so the shove actually catches him off guard and he stumbles forward, finally losing his grip on Zoro.

Which, for some odd reason, strikes him as being kind of a shame.]

Oi, watch it! [Hard to sound angry through SUCH AMUSEMENT, though.] Alright, alright, geez, I'll stop with that one. Look, see? I'm putting it down.

[And he is. He really is!

Except then he picks up the pirate book immediately, of course, and promptly hooks an arm around Zoro's shoulder to draw him in like he's going to share some deep, dark secret with him. And that is a little weird, sure, and there's no way he could ever even begin to explain why he did it, but whatever. More reading!

...After he snorts and shoots Zoro a look.]

For fuck's sake, marimo, you're burning up! [Positively gleeful!] It's just a damn story, what's got you all flustered, huh?

[Not waiting for an answer obviously. Sanji just clears his throat, lets his voice go all husky again, and finds another passage to read.]

His kiss was hot, hungry, demanding. I found myself melting into it, sinking into his touch, seduced by the taste of saltwater on his skin and how he so expertly commanded me with one touch. Rough hands dragged down my chest, shoving me back against the mast and ripping open my shirt. His mouth dropped to ravish my neck and a burning NEED erupted deep inside of me. I felt myself harden against the leg trapped between my— Wait, what the fuck.

[...Um.]

[He really should be more put off by this closeness, right? Not today! Zoro's only protest is a little grumble under his breath, as he finds his burning-hot face a little too close to Sanji's.]

Just a story, right. Shut up, pervert cook, I don't wanna hear any more of your damn stories. I don't care...

[and yet, not pulling away, not shoving Sanji off, not interrupting him from reading another passage either. And this one. Oh, wow. If he was red before, he's approaching infrared now. Zoro makes a sort of strangled noise in the back of his throat, like he tried to gasp and choked on it. What is this book? And why does he want to read more of that one?

Really should be pulling away now. Will totally do so in a moment. Any minute now...]

Moron, no one's keeping you here.

[Aside from Sanji. And his arm.

But the words are practically just a mutter, mumbled entirely absently and with no bite to them at all. He's too distracted, busy frowning at the book even as he keeps reading out of pure curiosity. Again, almost not even aware that he's doing it, almost forgetting that Zoro's right there and this has quickly gone from funny as hell to kiiiind of awkward and weird!

And then he just completely belatedly blurts out:]

This is about two shitty men!

[BECAUSE IT WAS NECESSARY TO ANNOUNCE SUCH AN OBVIOUS THING???

Also, Zoro's face isn't the only one that's red now.]

[he manages to lift his head and give Sanji a total deadpan look]

No shit.

[he's totally not reading over Sanji's shoulder, but at the same time, still not disengaging. He's not turned on (much...) but for some reason he just can't shove the cook off him and go about his day. There's something magnetic demanding that he stay within touching distance.

As long as he's here, he's going to enjoy the sight of a flustered cook. Haha look even the pervy-cook can be embarrassed about something!]

What's the matter, never heard of such a thing before?

[turning tease, because he can!]

[OI TURNING THE TABLES IS NOT ALLOWED.

Sanji has a mental ALKSJDFHKLJAS sort of moment, the blush deepening in his cheeks and ears before he snatches his arm back from Zoro's shoulder in order to shove a hand in his face.

The hell is even the right answer there, it's like WHY ADMIT HE'S HEARD OF IT?! but also he's a dumbass and doesn't want Zoro thinking he knows something Sanji doesn't. Durp.

He ends up just scowling at him, though his hand sort of slips and instead of palming at Zoro's forehead it's sliding back into his hair.]

Fuck off, I've heard of it! I just don't... I'm not. This is—dammit, this shitty thing is gonna be on my fucking account now! I didn't check it out on purpose, what the hell?! Like I really wanna read about...

[Annnd glancing back toward the book.]

Two guys pawing at each other and rolling around the deck of their shitty ship. Or something about being bent over a barrel—fuck.

[Yeah, just gonna drop the damn thing like the book actually burned him or something, even going so far as to shake out his hand. Or maybe he's fanning himself and trying to be sneaky about it. When did it get to be so hot in here?]

[bending over a barrel what now? Ahem. Zoro may have to abscond with this book later. For Science. Yeah.

He's not ignorant of the hand in his hair, he knows it's there and somehow he's not completely repulsed by it. But every time he tells himself to knock it away, to back off, to get out of range, his limbs refuse to obey his brain. He lifts a hand, telling himself he'll shove Sanji back so he can stop touching him god, but instead it rests flat against his chest and slides down to his waist.

The fact that he can't stop touching the cook, despite having absolutely no conscious need or want to do so, is really bizarre.]

What's the matter, afraid your reputation is gonna suffer, Prince?

[like any ladies are going to look at your library card records.]

It might!

[There's the slightest delay before he says the words, just a beat as his breath hitches when Zoro's hand ends up on his waist. Because it's weird -- it is weird, right? It makes his stomach lurch in a way that he's not entirely sure is bad, and worse than that, he feels more of an urge to shift toward Zoro than to completely back away, leave the room, hell, bolt down the hall and lock himself in his bedroom. Surely there's something off here. It absolutely doesn't make sense for Sanji's other hand to find its way beneath Zoro's shirt and toy with the edge of his haramaki.]

Definitely ain't something I need people finding out about somehow. Can't imagine what the hell they'd think.

[He curls his fingers in Zoro's hair, suddenly distracted by how soft it is. Huh. Don't mind him, just peering up at it and maybe petting Zoro a bit.

Totally normal.]

You— [Smell good. What?] —actually showered. Must be a shitty miracle.

Yeah, well. I had a rough workout.

[As much as he isn't interested, in the moment, in Sanji touching him, Zoro can't deny the way it feels. He's never been in this position before but good god, fingers in his hair is something he never knew he needed.

But it's the cook!

This is completely weird, no lie. Not giving two shits about this kind of thing before, not really wanting it to be the cook, still unable to stop. Zoro grits his teeth and swears to all that's holy or unholy that he's going to take a step back, drop his arms to his sides, get out of this room. Go get some booze. Yeah, booze sounds great.

Still doesn't move. How? And why isn't Sanji shoving him off or kicking him in the face?]

So, uh. You got a bunch of shitty porn books from the library. Nothing else?

What?

[Sorry, you were trying to ask an actually pretty legitimate question? Sanji is still distracted by how Zoro's hair feels between his fingers and is vaguely wondering why he's never run his hands through the man's hair before but also feeling faintly concerned that this is now something he apparently wants to do.

Never mind whatever his other hand is doing down by Zoro's haramaki, fiddling and trailing over uncovered skin.]

Oh. No, there's... I got other shit. Cookbooks and stuff. Figured I'd, uh.

[Something.

He presses in closer to Zoro for absolutely no fucking reason at all.]

Learn more about the local cuisine. You know.

[A beat.]

They're not shitty porn, dumbass.

[It's that step closer, more than the fingertips just above his haramaki, that makes Zoro catch his breath rather suddenly. He's still pretty boggled over what's going on, mostly because he can't make it stop. His brain says "shove the cook away from you," but his hands do the exact opposite, moving up his chest as if feeling out the planes of his muscles.

No, just...stop it!

But they don't. His face heats up with a furious blush.]

They've got sex scenes, that's porn.

[wait shit what just came out of his mouth? STOP TALKING ABOUT IT MORON]

What. Uh. What's...going on here?

[It takes those words actually coming out of Zoro's mouth for something cold to wash over Sanji, for all the vague worry and sort of disconnected sense that something strange is going on to coalesce into a big ball of what the fuck. He still doesn't pull away, as much as he suddenly really, really wants to, but he at least manages to sort of freeze in place for a moment. Keeps his hand from wandering into more dangerous territories, though the fact that he's fucking feeling up the shitty marimo is plenty dangerous enough already.]

Um.

[Zoro's hands on him don't make it any easier to figure out what the hell is happening here. They're equally as distracting as the softness of Zoro's hair and the feel of his skin, sending disconcerting shivers up Sanji's spine that make him feel somewhat panicky because they're not all that bad. His breath leaves him in a rush, eyes widening a bit.]

...I—fuck.

[Okay, but seriously. This is... He's not fucking moving. What—

It's belated, but Sanji all at once realizes that all this touching is still going on not just because he hasn't moved away, but because he CAN'T move away.

And that's a goddamn shitty problem.]

I don't...know? [FROWNS.] You tell me, marimo, the hell are you doing?

[Pointed glance downwards at the man's hands. When in doubt, throw the blame elsewhere??]

Aside from being wrong about those erotica books.

I'm not doing anything! [he says while his palms rake against Sanji's pecs, pressing his shirt against his skin.] I just.

[he may not be able to pull away, but he can certainly register his discomfort and impending worry on his face; the blush deepens to a dark crimson across his cheeks and all the way up to the tips of his earlobes, and he grits his teeth angrily. All the while his hands keep roaming, back down to Sanji's waist and then hips.]

I swear to god I'm not doing this on purpose. I don't know what it is, I can't...stop it...

[Those raking palms draw a startled, strangled sound from Sanji's throat, which makes his own face go brilliantly red. And that's a shame, because it means he can't point out Zoro's blush and try to defuse the situation will some good ol' poking at his crewmate's misfortune.

Nngh.

The hand he still has buried in Zoro's hair drops to grab at the material of his shirt, his other lifting to do the same, and he hauls Zoro right up against his chest as soon as Zoro's hands are out of the way and on Sanji's hips instead.

Which is a whole other ASLASLKJDHLAKS!!! situation.

Regardless, he clenches his teeth against more shitty sounds that are trying to escape him and practically growls at Zoro.]

Well fucking try harder!

[He punctuates the order by shoving Zoro back towards the couch with monumental effort. And for a second he thinks he's free, relief already slamming into him -- except then he finds himself following Zoro's momentum, pushing him down onto the seat and clambering on top, his knees bracketing Zoro's thighs and digging into the cushions.

........Shit.]

Shit!!!

[And now his tone is rapidly become something bordering on hysterical because this is NOT OKAY.]

[Zoro sucks in a breath sharply at the full-body contact, any deeper thoughts squashed down and hidden beneath the surface reaction of what the fucking fuck do you think you're doing, but fortunately it's over quickly and there's a moment in which they're finally, thankfully, free of each other. He doesn't even care that he's staggering back toward the couch, they're finally apart...

But it's cold, for some reason. Like the act of touching itself held all the warmth in the world beyond mere body heat.

No sooner does this perplexing fact register in his mind and then that's over as well, the heat returns in an all new and even more bizarre twist. It's very clear he's not being attacked, and even though Zoro alternates between strangled snarls and complete sweat-dropping, his hands yet again fail to obey him. Shove him off he tells himself, put your damn hand on his shoulder and SHOVE, but that hand misses and curls around Sanji's waist instead, drawing him in.]

What the hell are you doing?! This isn't...!

[His body is doing all kinds of things it's not allowed to do. Grabbing, pulling the cook in, the heat burning down through his chest into his gut. Zoro manages to keep his focus on the surface, almost willing himself not to think about enjoying it, mainly because it's still weird and unsettling to have it happen so involuntarily.]

...how the fuck am I supposed to try harder with you sitting on me?!

[Sanji's eyes go wide with alarm as he's pulled in, as if being in this kind of position wasn't bad enough already. He catches himself with his hands against Zoro's shoulders, but one slides off as the distance between them becomes miniscule and braces against the back of the couch instead.]

You're the asshole with his goddamn arm around me holding me here!!

[Snarls that back at him, voice completely wonky and about ten octaves too high now. But holy shit, this is ten million kinds of awkward and he can't make it stop, he doesn't know what to do, and -- and what if Luffy sees them?! OR ANYONE ELSE.

His face is far too close to Zoro's but like fuck he's letting himself be drawn in even more. He pours every ounce of willpower he possesses into holding himself as still as possible, and gives the other man a red-faced, mulish glare.]

This is fucking stupid, we just need to...

[He shifts his weight slightly then and unfortunately is abruptly reminded of just where he's sitting. The thought plows into him like a kick to the head and throws his train of thought completely off the rails. The color in his cheeks deepens even further and he swallows, sliding his eyes away to stare somewhere in the vicinity of Zoro's ear because meeting his gaze is somehow too embarrassing.]

...I just need to think. There's gotta be a fucking reason for this bullshit.

I said I wasn't doing it on purpose!!

[snarls it at him in the same way, trying to keep his voice low even though no one's around to hear. Thankfully. But Luffy could appear in the doorway at any moment, he's that unpredictable...

For a moment Zoro is fascinated by the depth of the blush on the cook's face, he's never seen him to that degree no matter how many women are around them, but he can only file it away to tease him about it later because this is now the most awkward situation ever and he doesn't blame Sanji for not wanting to meet his eye. He doesn't want to, either, and solves it by just closing it, forcing himself to take deep breaths to try to calm himself. Don't think about the hand on your shoulder, Zoro, don't think about the ass deposited in your lap, just breathe.]

If I'm not doing it and you're not doing it, who's making us do this?

[the protesting and the blushing at least assures him Sanji's in the same mindset - not doing this on purpose. He has to take the cook at his word on this, but then, he probably wouldn't sit on Zoro no matter how much he wanted to prank him. There were limits. This isn't a prank, it's something crazy happening to the both of them.

The real problem, which Zoro doesn't even realize, is that something is awakening in him, something he had maybe tangentially thought about a while ago but pushed down to the depths of his soul where forgotten things lay hidden like sunken treasure in the ocean deeps. Most days his mind remained on the surface, he reacted out of gut instinct and followed his routine and his base needs without plunging much deeper. Down there below the surface, he had once idly entertained thoughts eerily similar to the very position he was now in, but it was a long time ago and a lot of bullshit - both his and the cook's - had interfered in the meantime and those ideas had floated down into the depths, out of sight and out of mind. Yet not too deep; he would be aghast at his own brain if he knew that some of his instincts were still rooted in those old thoughts.

For now, Zoro follows suit and holds still, hoping that if he's not looking at Sanji and not thinking about where his hands are or gauging the comfortable weight on his lap, he won't make it any worse. Even if he can't remove his hands from Sanji's hips, he can at least get them to stop caressing and stay put, that's a start.]

[Barks out a humorless laugh, his fingers digging into Zoro's shoulder, because suddenly the answer seems pretty obvious. Wouldn't be the first time some really bizarre shit has happened around here, would it?]

Give you three guesses. If it ain't us, then...

[Knowing who or what is behind this doesn't make it any better, though. In fact, it just makes it worse because when this place fucks with them it seems to go on for awhile.

Sanji grimaces, and since staring at Zoro's ear is leaving him with a really uncomfortable urge to fiddle with his earrings for some goddamn reason, he glances back at Zoro to find he's closed his eye now. Not just him then, huh?]

Anything else...weird happen to you today? Maybe we can figure out what started this mess.

[And then find a way to end it? Somehow??

Sanji remembers to loosen his grip on Zoro's shoulder after a beat, though his hand seems to think that means it's time to curl behind him to where he can play with the short hairs on the back of Zoro's neck. Compared to the whole thing where he's straddling the other man, the action seems tame enough that he barely notices he's doing it.]

[It takes him a few minutes to mull it over, but then Zoro remembers hair on fire and groans quietly.]

Fuck this place. It better not be the ones that took us...

[At least Sanji's musing gets him thinking about something else besides the weight on his thighs and the body heat just inches away from his chest, he can actually start plying his mental powers toward a solution. For a moment. Then there's fingertips on the back of his neck, making him suck in a breath sharply, his eye snapping open.]

Watch it, cook! Ugh. No, I didn't do anything weird. I worked out, I took a shower, and then you showed up with your damn library books.

[Wait...]

It can't be the books...

[Freezes -- or tries to. He's not very successful. Seems his hand wants to keep doing its own thing!

Sanji huffs, grumbling out a mumbled:]

Sorry.

[Since that's about all he can do. The other option is just flat out pretending it's not happening, so he's gonna go with that one, too. Sorry, marimo.

Then the rest of Zoro's words catch up to him and he blinks.]

There's no way it's the shitty books.

[Because that would make this partially Sanji's fault, and ugh. Ugh. Though it does make him pause, brow furrowing as he thinks back.]

...Actually, hell if I even know why I went to the shitty library in the first place. Don't think I was planning to do that today. [Another pause, and then:] Fuck.

[He'll still growl about the intrusion, but the apology actually speaks volumes. If they can't control their hands, he can't hold the cook responsible. Yet, the more he gets touched, the more it makes his own hands reciprocate. The longer those fingertips linger on the nape of his neck, the more his own hands slide fully into the small of Sanji's back until he's rubbing along his spine.

Ugh, why can't he stop...]

You just ended up. At the library. And brought books home.

[in pure contrast to the way his caress lingers, Zoro scowls darkly.]

Only one way to know for sure. You gotta get rid of 'em.

Well, once I was there it didn't seem like a bad idea!

[DEFENSIVE.

Also, god, that's terrible, you asshole. Terrible because it's actually not terrible, and Sanji has to bite his bottom lip for a moment as he draws in a breath and arches under Zoro's touch. Fuuuuuck, this is the actual worst. He needs a smoke. Or at least five bottles of wine if this is just going to keep...happening.

Not that he wants to think about that. That way lies all sorts of problematic things...subconscious ideas and dangerous urges that he'd really prefer would stay buried forever.

He wrestles his thoughts back to the present, making an attempt to somehow just not feel what Zoro's hands are doing to him. Which is really damn hard.]

Maybe it's not that, maybe...maybe we actually gotta finish reading 'em!

[Hopeful, if somewhat sheepish, look! Hey, man, some of those he was actually enjoying.

But then he frowns.]

...Except for the damn pirate one. We can burn that one.

[Excuse you cook he actually liked the pirate one.

The way Sanji squirms makes Zoro try all over again to stop touching him, but he only manages to keep his hands still. They're resting in that same spot but at least they're not moving. It takes so much concentrated effort to do so, they just have to figure out how to move away and maybe he can lock himself in his room until it wears off.]

No way, I ain't touching those. You wanna read 'em, be my guest, but you've already gotten me involved in this and I didn't even read a word!

[Which, now that he thinks about it, is pretty damn weird on top of the regular weird, and his frown reflects it.]

[Huffs again, shifting a little as his hands slide across Zoro's shoulders and down his arms to brace against his biceps, thumbs absently massaging circles into those thick muscles.]

Well how the hell do you suggest we get rid of 'em, then? Ain't like we can really get up and toss the damn things out the window. Or even grab one to read it.

[Pointed glare down at one of his hands like he's just noticed what the fuck it's doing. Though he has to fight a little to keep it an actual glare and not allow it to turn into something that might actually look intrigued.

Sanji knows all about Zoro's muscles, okay. He's fought the man countless times, he's seen him train, watched the shift of movement beneath his skin whenever he lifted one of his massive weights, but he's never felt them for himself like this. There's a whole fuckton of power hidden in these arms and it's somehow fascinating all of a sudden to be able to feel it right beneath his fingertips.]

I, uh. [Come on, asshole, focus. He gives his head a small shake.] Maybe I can reach 'em.

[If he can just get ONE of his fucking hands off Zoro already, jesus christ.]

[Shit he never thought the press of fingers into his arms like that would speak to his own urges so much. Zoro is doing his damnedest to focus, though, to try to ignore it, though the blush on his cheekbones betrays his own failure to will himself to be stronger than this.]

We can! [he insists!!! with a lot of gnashing of teeth] It's just...we can just get off each other and stand up and throw them out! I'm not gonna just sit here and let a damn book control me!

[his hands come around and rest on Sanji's thighs, very clearly poised to shove him off, but they don't. Instead, they clench on those powerful muscles, squeezing, and he catches himself doing it and ugh why is he so weak? Never mind that he has handfuls of the cook's deadly weapons now and everything he once wondered, what seems like years ago now, turns out to be every bit as true as he imagined.

Okay, no, this has to stop, he has to get out of this. But Sanji's weight on him prevents him from doing more than leaning forward until his forehead presses against Sanji's chest, something like a feeble head-butt in a desperate attempt to shove him off. There's a sad plea in it, a silent wish to be able to get himself under his own control again. Zoro wants to make the choice himself, not be pushed into it by a stupid book.]

[Chokes on nothing as Zoro's hands land on his thighs, because that is just dangerously close to other shit that Zoro has no business being anywhere near. Holy fuck. Sanji's eyes go wide, a twinge of panic curling in his chest as Zoro's head thumps against it.]

You can say shit like that all you want but it ain't doing any fuckin' good!

[He lifts a hand from Zoro's arm and knows immediately that it's going to bury itself in Zoro's hair again, for what he doesn't know, and he's pretty sure he doesn't want to think about what his body might try to coax Zoro into doing. Instead, with every ounce of willpower he possesses he manages to catch himself before his hand lands and instead throws his arm above his own head, bending backwards as he does so that his torso arches in a way that is probably provocative enough to satisfy whatever the fuck the book is urging them to do. It's a weird position, but it allows him to reach the coffee table in any case...even if it does mean Zoro's hovering somewhere over his stomach now.

Sanji grits his teeth and tries to ignore how his hips roll into Zoro's touch.]

Look, if you're gonna be groping around down there, you wanna try to get my lighter outta my pocket?

[Because he's got two of the books in his grasp now and if burning the damn things might actually end this shit, then so be it.

Failing that, he can still read like this, at least. If it turns out they DO have to finish one of the scenes.]

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