Manipulation Attempt... Successful?
Title: Manipulation Attempt... Successful?
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji with implied Zoro/Sanji/Ace/Smoker
Notes: In the fine tradition of _paperpencil's humorous take on Ace/Smoker/Zoro/Sanji and the sequel in which she requested Ace and Smoker's follow-up thoughts, _paperpencil has now asked for Zoro and Sanji's conversation following their first attempt. So here you go.
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It had been over a week and Zoro was sick of dancing around this issue. Every time he had sex with Sanji, he thought about it. Every time he saw fire he thought about it. Every time he saw Luffy, he was reminded of the captain’s brother and he thought about it. It seems like everything led him to thoughts of Ace, Smoker, and what had happened.
Which was a topic they’d been steadfastly ignoring since it occurred. But, as stated previously, Zoro was sick of that. Ace had mentioned trying again with a leer that had made Zoro’s insides heat, but now he was confused over whether they’d actually reached any kind of agreement. Zoro wasn’t quite willing to endanger regular sex with a crewmate for irregular sex with two incredibly hot mostly-strangers, but what would be best is if he could get both.
And he thought he’d found a way.
He and Sanji were on their way across the island to get some new weird thing Chopper wanted (collector and pack mule, again) and Zoro had come up with a plan this morning. Obviously the time and place couldn’t be better; they were both here and Zoro knew what he wanted. So he decided to broach the topic the only way he knew how: “Did you like it?” Bluntly.
Sanji startled slightly at the sudden break in the silence, then looked around the empty trail, confused. “Like what?”
“Ya know…” The confused look stayed and the blond’s brow drew down into a bit of irritation as his attention shifted back to Zoro, having found nothing nearby that would’ve prompted the remark.
“No, I don’t know.” Why couldn’t the cook ever make things easy?
Zoro’s mouth tightened and his eyes widened a bit with emphasis. “Ya know, the thing. With... Luffy’s brother… and… him.”
Finally, the look of dawning enlightenment he’d hoped for, but then Sanji’s face fell back into it’s former expression of nonchalance as he kept walking. “Oh, that. What wasn’t to like?”
Zoro rolled his eyes; what the hell kind of answer what that? It had been a yes or no question. “Would you do it again?”
Shrugging, the cook’s reply was a simple: “Yeah, probably.”
Zoro growled mentally. This wasn’t fair at all, he had a plan dammit and for once he would’ve sworn he had it figured out well enough the blond was going to play into it. Sanji needed to admit that he wanted to try it again (who wouldn't?) so that Zoro could mock him for his desperation then admit he wanted to try it again as well. But without looking desperate about it.
And the easiest way to get Sanji to agree to something… “Sure you could handle it again?” He let a smirk appear, knowing it would goad Sanji on further. Now if this worked right, Sanji would say of course he could, challenge Zoro, and then there would be an unspoken agreement that if Ace ever came back they would accept the invitation.
Unfortunately, the plan backfired a bit. “Of course I’m sure, I wasn’t the one whimpering like a baby while taking it up the ass from a Marine.” And then the bastard had the gall to glance over and look fucking smug. Zoro’s anger quickly overtook his former attempts rational thought.
“Oh shut the hell up! At least I didn’t moan for three different people by the time we were finished!” Damn the fucker for bringing up a sore spot (the double meaning made him blush briefly, which only served to irritate him further) and it wasn't like the love-cook wasn’t ten times worse with all of his little sex noises!
Sanji stopped walking and shot him a truly angry glare as Zoro realized he’d gone too far. Fuck. If Sanji felt like the experience made him weak he’d never want to do it again. Despite his average total lack of understanding towards the blond’s motivations, he understood this particular thing just fine. They were the same that way.
“Well if you’re going to be jealous,” Sanji twisted that oh-so-hated word and sneered a bit “about it maybe I’ll go find them myself. Not like I need you.”
Zoro felt his anger flare into a touch of alarm at the thought that he’d pissed the cook off enough to drive him away like that. His eyes widened and he had just enough outer awareness to hope it didn’t look like he was panicking. In an instant the plan was abandoned and he simply spit out the first thing that came to mind: “Hell no, if you’re going, I’m coming with you.”
Sanji continued to glare at him as Zoro tried to figure out if the situation was salvageable. Just as he was about to (he shuddered at the thought) apologize, Sanji’s scowl began phasing into a predatory grin. “Fine. We’ll prove just who the better man is by seeing what happens next time. With that Marine captain.” The mockery in his voice was an obvious challenge, and Zoro never could back down from a challenge. Especially one as enjoyable as this.
Relief and anticipation chased away the anger and let his gut tightened at the thought of revenge on that cocky bastard. Mmmm, revenge. Sanji getting revenge… the thought of the bulky Marine chained to the ceiling, Sanji behind him, jerking that head back by it's silver hair so the cook could lean into his neck and bite…
“Fine,” he bit out, trying not to show just how much the thought appealed to him. After all that work damn if he was going to look needy. Even if that came disturbing close to how he felt.
Sanji nodded sharply and started walking again. With a silent sigh of relief Zoro followed. Despite the near-disaster in the middle, Zoro was fairly proud he’d managed to get the love-cook to agree to another round without revealing just how badly he himself wanted it.
Little did he know that as they walked on, Sanji was thinking the exact same thing.
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji with implied Zoro/Sanji/Ace/Smoker
Notes: In the fine tradition of _paperpencil's humorous take on Ace/Smoker/Zoro/Sanji and the sequel in which she requested Ace and Smoker's follow-up thoughts, _paperpencil has now asked for Zoro and Sanji's conversation following their first attempt. So here you go.
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It had been over a week and Zoro was sick of dancing around this issue. Every time he had sex with Sanji, he thought about it. Every time he saw fire he thought about it. Every time he saw Luffy, he was reminded of the captain’s brother and he thought about it. It seems like everything led him to thoughts of Ace, Smoker, and what had happened.
Which was a topic they’d been steadfastly ignoring since it occurred. But, as stated previously, Zoro was sick of that. Ace had mentioned trying again with a leer that had made Zoro’s insides heat, but now he was confused over whether they’d actually reached any kind of agreement. Zoro wasn’t quite willing to endanger regular sex with a crewmate for irregular sex with two incredibly hot mostly-strangers, but what would be best is if he could get both.
And he thought he’d found a way.
He and Sanji were on their way across the island to get some new weird thing Chopper wanted (collector and pack mule, again) and Zoro had come up with a plan this morning. Obviously the time and place couldn’t be better; they were both here and Zoro knew what he wanted. So he decided to broach the topic the only way he knew how: “Did you like it?” Bluntly.
Sanji startled slightly at the sudden break in the silence, then looked around the empty trail, confused. “Like what?”
“Ya know…” The confused look stayed and the blond’s brow drew down into a bit of irritation as his attention shifted back to Zoro, having found nothing nearby that would’ve prompted the remark.
“No, I don’t know.” Why couldn’t the cook ever make things easy?
Zoro’s mouth tightened and his eyes widened a bit with emphasis. “Ya know, the thing. With... Luffy’s brother… and… him.”
Finally, the look of dawning enlightenment he’d hoped for, but then Sanji’s face fell back into it’s former expression of nonchalance as he kept walking. “Oh, that. What wasn’t to like?”
Zoro rolled his eyes; what the hell kind of answer what that? It had been a yes or no question. “Would you do it again?”
Shrugging, the cook’s reply was a simple: “Yeah, probably.”
Zoro growled mentally. This wasn’t fair at all, he had a plan dammit and for once he would’ve sworn he had it figured out well enough the blond was going to play into it. Sanji needed to admit that he wanted to try it again (who wouldn't?) so that Zoro could mock him for his desperation then admit he wanted to try it again as well. But without looking desperate about it.
And the easiest way to get Sanji to agree to something… “Sure you could handle it again?” He let a smirk appear, knowing it would goad Sanji on further. Now if this worked right, Sanji would say of course he could, challenge Zoro, and then there would be an unspoken agreement that if Ace ever came back they would accept the invitation.
Unfortunately, the plan backfired a bit. “Of course I’m sure, I wasn’t the one whimpering like a baby while taking it up the ass from a Marine.” And then the bastard had the gall to glance over and look fucking smug. Zoro’s anger quickly overtook his former attempts rational thought.
“Oh shut the hell up! At least I didn’t moan for three different people by the time we were finished!” Damn the fucker for bringing up a sore spot (the double meaning made him blush briefly, which only served to irritate him further) and it wasn't like the love-cook wasn’t ten times worse with all of his little sex noises!
Sanji stopped walking and shot him a truly angry glare as Zoro realized he’d gone too far. Fuck. If Sanji felt like the experience made him weak he’d never want to do it again. Despite his average total lack of understanding towards the blond’s motivations, he understood this particular thing just fine. They were the same that way.
“Well if you’re going to be jealous,” Sanji twisted that oh-so-hated word and sneered a bit “about it maybe I’ll go find them myself. Not like I need you.”
Zoro felt his anger flare into a touch of alarm at the thought that he’d pissed the cook off enough to drive him away like that. His eyes widened and he had just enough outer awareness to hope it didn’t look like he was panicking. In an instant the plan was abandoned and he simply spit out the first thing that came to mind: “Hell no, if you’re going, I’m coming with you.”
Sanji continued to glare at him as Zoro tried to figure out if the situation was salvageable. Just as he was about to (he shuddered at the thought) apologize, Sanji’s scowl began phasing into a predatory grin. “Fine. We’ll prove just who the better man is by seeing what happens next time. With that Marine captain.” The mockery in his voice was an obvious challenge, and Zoro never could back down from a challenge. Especially one as enjoyable as this.
Relief and anticipation chased away the anger and let his gut tightened at the thought of revenge on that cocky bastard. Mmmm, revenge. Sanji getting revenge… the thought of the bulky Marine chained to the ceiling, Sanji behind him, jerking that head back by it's silver hair so the cook could lean into his neck and bite…
“Fine,” he bit out, trying not to show just how much the thought appealed to him. After all that work damn if he was going to look needy. Even if that came disturbing close to how he felt.
Sanji nodded sharply and started walking again. With a silent sigh of relief Zoro followed. Despite the near-disaster in the middle, Zoro was fairly proud he’d managed to get the love-cook to agree to another round without revealing just how badly he himself wanted it.
Little did he know that as they walked on, Sanji was thinking the exact same thing.