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“Hey, big guy, pay attention. I want you to remember this.” 

Zoro felt a hand caress his cheek. A feminine voice whispered deeply in his ear. “Open your eyes, focus.” 

Zoro’s eyes fluttered from the bright light, blurring his surroundings. He felt something soft behind him, no, under him. Something like a cushion was under his back and there was something heavy on top of him. The swordsman tried to turn and see what he was laying on but his body wouldn’t move. 

His gaze focused on the pressure above him. It was… a woman? And not just any woman but a stunningly beautiful one who was straddling his hips. Zoro tried moving again to get out from under her but that only made the woman retaliate with force, pressing her hips down harder. 

Feeling slowly tricked back into the swordsman’s body, sensing heat in his lap. Hot wet walls squeezed tightly around his hard member. The woman above began moving her hips, riding Zoro’s cock slowly.

What in the fucking world was happening? How the hell did he end up here?! 

Zoro attempted to break free again but he was no match for her strength. The woman had an iron grip on the swordsman in more ways than one, pushing him deeper into the mattress. Zoro winced at the slight amount of pain, but the pleasure he felt heavily outweighed it.

The beautiful woman ran her hand through Zoro's damp hair. “Shhh, I know, I know. I’m not your cup of tea.” She hushed, trailing a finger under Zoro’s jaw and tilting his head upward. The swordsman was met with a devilish grin spread across her face. “But when he comes back, just say yes. Trust me. We’ll both get what we want.” 

“Like hell I’ll trust you!” Zoro barked. “I don't know who you are and I don’t want whatever the fuck you’re talking about!” 

“Oh, sure you don’t.” The woman said mockingly. She rolled her hips and flexed her inner walls, compressing around the swordsman’s length. A cheap moan escaped Zoro’s lips against his will. His body was betraying him, and fast. 

“It's okay, you'll remember soon.” She whispered in the same sensual tone from before. 

Zoro opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the sound of a door opening and shutting, followed by approaching footsteps.

“Mmm, it seems you two started without me.” 

Zoro’s eyes shot open, immediately recognizing that cigarette-strained voice. No, it can’t be? There was no way in hell the cook was here.  

“I found some lube.” The blond said, cementing the fact it really was him. 

Zoro was hoping Sanji would lend him a hand in getting out of this situation, but that comment of ‘Lube’ and ‘Starting without him’ didn’t sound like he had Zoro’s rescue in mind. Was he missing something? The last thing he remembered was sitting at a bar and…

“Damn cook, you're actually pretty funny when you get that stick out of your ass.” 

“Yeah well, you're not so bad yourself Mossy.”  

Sanji brushed his leg against Zoro's, leaning towards the swordsman. 

They had spent the last half hour slowly inching closer to each other. They were the last of their crew who were still at the bar. Zoro was as happy as he could be, enjoying himself in the cook’s presence. For the first time in a very long time, they were actually getting along.

Sanji swayed in his seat with rosy cheeks from his buzz, grinning foolishly at Zoro.

“May I join you?” A voice asked from behind, pulling their attention away from each other. Zoro glanced up. He met with a tall, very tall, beautiful woman wearing a thin black dress that clung to her curves. Her long black hair draped like curtains around her face, accentuating her mesmerizing purple eyes.

“Of course, you can join us my dear." Sanji spoke up without hesitation, pulling out a chair for her. 

Zoro rolled his eyes in annoyance. How dare this random woman come and interrupt his good time with the cook. Though maybe he was too quick to judge because the woman immediately began ordering multiple rounds of top-shelf liquor. Not to mention she was also funny, undoubtedly charming, and had a great deal of knowledge about swords. She even had a beautiful blade herself. 

She told the two men how she came from a tribe of strong women. Sanji asked her questions about Amazon Lily and if she knew Boa Handcock. The woman answered with a scoff. “The Pirate Empress wishes she was me.” 

The woman kept them both engaged by asking stories about their adventures as pirates. She also asks them many questions about each other, asking Sanji questions about Zoro and vice versa. Her reasoning as to why? “It's always better hearing your best friend's version of you.” She told them. 

Something about Sanji being called his best friend made Zoro warm inside. Or maybe that was just the pints of alcohol in his system talking. They jumped at the opportunity to share embarrassing stories about each other, but it was all in good fun. 

The three of them laughed hard together. The woman had such a beautiful laugh that both of them wanted to keep hearing. Surprisingly, Zoro was having a better time than he expected when the woman showed up. 

“I need fresh air. Will you tough guys come with me?” She asked with a grin. “Normally I could take care of myself but I think I’ve had a few too many.”

“Of course my dear.” Sanji replied, standing up to assist the woman out of her seat. Zoro mimicked the cook by standing up and offering her a helping hand. 

She smiled brightly and accepted their hands as she stood. Surprisingly, she was a few inches taller than both of them. Zoro and Sanji were led to the exit by the woman. The crowd of people by the bar’s entrance parted a path for her, giving the two pirates envious looks. Zoro almost felt like he was floating once they stepped into the air outside. Quality liquor sure does make a man feel good.

The woman guided them down an alley next to the bar, walking further into the darkness and away from light. She stopped and turned around, pulling out a little bottle of booze from her bra before taking a sip and handing it off to Zoro who gladly accepted it. 

The woman tugged on Sanji’s wrist and stole a drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke above their heads before stepping closer to them. “So I may have lied to you two.” She confessed. “The real reason I asked you out here is because I thought the three of us could have a little fun.” 

She stepped forward with a flirtatious grin and palmed the two men’s crotches. “My mouth just feels so empty.” 

“Uhh…yeah. I’m okay with that.” Sanji answered quickly, discarding his cigarette to the ground. Zoro took a shot of the booze and handed it back to her. He had never gotten a blow job from a woman before so he was a bit hesitant, but the cook seemed like he was really into it so what was the harm in trying?

“Yeah, sure.” Zoro answered in the most casual way he could manage. He didn’t want her to know this was his first time.

The woman’s devilish smile returned to her face. “Excellent.” She hummed, pushing them backward. 

Something in the way her eyes ravished them made Zoro slightly nervous. Were all women this assertive when it came to things like this? His back hit the wall, leaving him with nowhere to go. She had them completely backed into a corner, perhaps on purpose. The swordsman’s mind raced as he looked for an escape route. Something in his gut didn’t sit right, he should have noticed her intentions sooner. 

The woman pushed Zoro and Sanji together so that their shoulders were touching. She took Sanji’s chin between her fingers and kissed him gently, inches away from the swordsman's face. She turned to Zoro and did the same, sealing her lips on his. 

“Stay close together, okay?” She instructed with lustful eyes.

The men nodded in response, far too stunned to use their actual voices. She gracefully dropped down to her knees and began unbuttoning their pants, pulling them down along with their underwear in one swift motion. 

Sanji's cock was already hard. It shot upward and smacked against his abs. Zoro had no room to judge, he was half way there himself, but the sight of Sanji’s hard cook will certainly bring him to completion. 

She wrapped her hand around both their lengths and gave Sanji a few strokes, moving her face closer to Zoro. He could feel her hot breath traveling down to his base. She kissed the swordsman’s tip a few times before gliding her tongue over its slit. 

The woman let go of Sanji's cock and grabbed his wrist, placing his hand on the back of her head before grasping his twitching member once more. She looked up at him and winked while slowly pumping down his cock. 

The blond quickly realized the power he was given. She was bestowing upon him complete control of Zoro's blow job.

Sanji fisted his fingers in her hair and gently pushed her head down. The woman opened her mouth, taking in Zoro's hard cock fully in her throat. Sanji kept his motions slow, watching as the swordsman’s length disappeared into the woman’s mouth. He inhaled sharply from the dazzling sight of her nose nestled in Zoro’s happy trail. 

She hummed around the swordsman, sending vibrations through her throat that caused Zoro to grunt. “Fuck.” He moaned, tossing his head back against the brick wall.

Sanji tugged at the woman's hair, lifting her head half way up the swordsman’s shaft before pushing it back down. He repeated the motion over and over, watching Zoro unravel from her mouth. She made sure to hum and flex her throat every time the blond guided her head down. 

Zoro could feel himself getting close. He grabbed Sanji’s wrist, pulling the woman off of him and moving her face towards Sanji. The woman adjusted quickly, opening her mouth to take all of the cook in. She wrapped her other hand around Zoro and began stroking. 

Sanji’s hand stayed in the woman’s hair, but it was Zoro’s turn to have control. His eyes stayed fixated on Sanji’s face, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth fall open from pleasure. 

Zoro loved watching the blond squeeze his eyes shut and bite his lip as his cock traveled deeper down her throat. The swordsman couldn’t resist any longer. His touch trailed down Sanji’s arm until their hands were pressed together in the woman’s hair. Zoro pushed her head all the way down, desperate to see Sanji’s reaction. 

“Oh God.” A shaky moan escaped from the blond, making Zoro’s imagination run wild. He pictured being on the giving end, sitting on his knees with Sanji in his mouth. He moved the woman’s head in the way he would move his own if he were in her position. She moaned and glanced up at Zoro as if she could read his thoughts and loved the idea. The woman relaxed under their grip, as if she were granting Zoro permission to use her.

The swordsman interlocked his fingers with Sanji’s. He rammed her face all the way down and held her there for a moment. His dick throbbed in the woman’s hand, she could tell how much he was loving this. 

Zoro eagerly pulled her head back up Sanji’s length and slammed it down again, and again, and again…and again. He was living for the look on the blond’s face, watching his eyes roll back and his bottom lip quiver. Zoro continued to have the woman deep throat Sanji a few more times. He knew the blond was getting close, he could tell by the hitch in his voice and how his words mumbled absurdities. Zoro increased the speed of her head, slamming it all the way down. 

Sanji’s head fell onto the swordsman’s shoulder and a breathy strained moan escaped. “Fuck, I’m gonna- Mm huh. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” 

Sanji looked into Zoro’s eyes. The blond’s hot breath sent tingles down his spine, causing Zoro’s legs to shake. The woman squeezed the swordsman a little tighter, stroking him in time with her mouth movements on the cook. Zoro pushed her down faster and harder, increasing the pace each time. 

His eyes never once broke away from the beautiful blond. He became engulfed in Sanji’s stunning blue irises and blown out pupils. He felt like he was floating in a clear ocean, or flying in a dusk-lit sky. 

“M- Marimo.” Sanji moaned. “Please- huh. Please, don’t stop.” 

Zoro’s eyes shot open, never in his wildest dreams did he imagine he’d hear Sanji moan his name. 

Sanji’s breath quickened as he begged. “Please don’t stop- ngh. Zoro. Please don’t- ah Fuuuuuuck.” The cook bucked his hips forward and tightened his grip under Zoro’s hand, pulling roughly on the woman’s hair. She shoved herself all the way down, swallowing up every last bit of Sanji’s release. Zoro watched the blond’s face closely, he wanted nothing more than to clash their lips together. 

Zoro couldn’t stop himself from thrusting harder into the woman's hand. Sanji’s continuous moans were enough to push him over the edge. He tensed up, feeling his own release making its way. 

The woman pulled off Sanji and quickly wrapped her mouth around Zoro, slurping up everything he had to offer. She didn’t move until every last drop was licked up. The swordsman rested his head against Sanji as they breathed heavily from their orgasm. Zoro glanced down at the woman, seeing her lick the last bit of cum off her hand. 

She smiled, sucking on her fingers as she stood. “Come back to my room with me?” She asked them in a seductive voice. 

“Yes,” Sanji huffed, still catching his breath. “of course.”

The two pulled up their pants, straightened themselves out, and followed the beautiful woman back to her hotel. 

Despite Zoro’s hesitation at first, he was actually having a good time. Sanji seemed like he was enjoying himself as well. Zoro could tell the cook was trying hard to play it cool and not swoon all over this woman. Surprisingly, he was doing a good job. Zoro was shocked to see not a single drop of blood spew from the blond’s nose.

The charming woman brought them to her suite and grabbed a bottle of wine from the kitchen, leading them into the master bedroom. She walked past the threshold and slipped out of her dress, letting it fall gracefully at her feet. 

She strutted towards a table and filled up three wine glasses. The two men stood in the doorway, too stunned to move from the sight of the naked woman before them. 

That same devilish smile painted her face as she walked back over and handed them each a glass of wine.

“Come, join me.” She whispered in her enchanting tone, stepping backwards and sitting on the king sized bed.

Sanji and Zoro downed their drink in one shot and set their glasses down. The blond eagerly made his way over to the bed first. 

“Wait, take your clothes off.” The woman said with a smirk, lifting up her hand.

Sanji nodded and began working at the buttons of his shirt. 

"No,” The woman interrupted. “Take off each other's clothes.” She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted. “Please, for me." 

The two looked at each other. “Is that okay, Marimo?” 

Zoro did his best to not sound over the moon about her request. This day just kept getting better and better. “Yeah, you okay with this?”

Sanji brought his hands towards Zoro’s waist. He quickly slipped the swordsman’s shirt over his head, eager to get things going. 

“Slower.” The woman demanded.

Sanji nodded reluctantly and took a step closer to Zoro. “Please be careful,” The blond said sincerely. “I don’t want any buttons to rip off.”

The swordsman answered with a short nod and trailed his hands to Sanji’s collar. He struggled with the plastic buttons on the cook’s shirt. His hands were shaking far too much to be delicate. 

Sanji smirked and placed a hand on top of Zoro’s, stopping them from shaking. Their fingers worked together at undoing his shirt, which in Zoro’s opinion, had way too many buttons. They chuckled together as they struggled, their nerves getting the best of them. Finally, the last button came free and Zoro slid Sanji's shirt off his shoulders, discarding it to the floor. They stared blankly at each other, not sure what to do next. The room felt hot and heavy. 

“Come here.” The woman whispered, curling her finger as an invitation.

Sanji was first on the bed with Zoro right behind. They sat on their knees beside each other, like dogs waiting for the woman’s instructions. She slid her hands up their thighs, rubbing over their bulge. 

“We are gonna need lube.” The woman said as she continued to run her hands against their growing erections. “Sanji? Would you be a dear and look in the kitchen for something we could use?” 

“Hmm?” Sanji hummed. The blond’s mind was too caught in a fog to hear her. 

She lifted her hand off of him and trailed a finger up his abs, giving him a little push. “Find something in the kitchen we can use as lube. You two are far too big for me without it.”

The cook snapped from his fog. “Right! Of course, anything for you my darling.” He quickly got off the bed and rushed out of the room.

“Come here, big boy.” The beautiful woman pulled the swordsman closer to sit next to her. “You’re a very good boy Zoro, but I’m having a hell of time keeping you enchanted.” 

She wrapped her arm around his waist. “You're doing this for him, aren't you?” She asked, moving him by his chin to look at her. “I need you to have a good time too for this to work.” She brought her fingers to his mouth and quickly slipped something inside. 

Zoro jolted back. “What the fuck was that?!” 

“You're going to be such a good boy.” The woman shifted up in bed and slipped his pants off. He wanted to move, grab the cook and run out. He could tell something was wrong, but this woman had a hold on him.

“Just a little something to help me out. You’re a strong and perceptive one, I can't be re-enchanting you all night. It's exhausting. You keep almost catching me.” 

She leaned forward and touched her lips against his ear. “In a few moments you're going to willingly follow along. It will be worth it.” 

She pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him, hovering her hips above his. “You will have memory issues for a moment. Then you will feel amazing.”

She reached around and grabbed Zoro's cock, lining up the tip with her entrance. She lowered herself down on him, piercing his flesh into her. Zoro squeezed his eyes shut; the room felt like it was spinning, making him dizzy. 

The powerful aphrodisiac pumped through his veins, quickly taking control. 

The woman tapped his cheek a few times. “Hey, big guy, pay attention.”

Zoro’s eyes widened at the sudden realization. The two had fallen into some sort of trap laid by this witch. He wanted desperately to push her off but his body wouldn't listen. His skin screamed for sensation, demanding to be touched. 

The swordsman couldn't see Sanji but he felt the bed dip. The witch brought her head down and whispered in Zoro’s ear. “Just keep looking at him, fill your thoughts with him.”

Sanji crawled forward on his knees behind the beautiful woman. He ran his hand down her sides and grabbed a fist full of her plump ass. The blond palmed his hand on her lower back and pushed down, forcing her to take in all of Zoro's cock. The two participating parties moaned in unison from the pleasure, bringing a satisfied smirk to Sanji’s face.  

He grabbed the woman's hip and pulled her back up. He scooped some lube onto his fingers and pressed them against the woman's back entrance.

“Mmm not there.” She hummed, glancing back at Sanji. “I want you in me with your friend.”

Sanji's eyebrows reached his hairline in shock. He bit his lip and looked down at Zoro. “Is that okay with you Marimo?”

Zoro finally understood what the witch meant by saying yes. “Yeah.” He coughed and swallowed to coat his dry throat. “Yeah, that's alright with me.”

“Good boy.” The woman whispered before licking his ear. 

Sanji took his lubricated hand and rubbed it on his hardened length. He reached under the woman and grabbed the base of Zoro’s exposed cock, spreading the final bit of lube around whatever wasn’t already inside the woman. His hand followed upward as she lifted herself, exposing more of the swordsman’s member.

Zoro clenched his teeth and choked out a moan. “Oh fuck. ” Sanji's hand felt like fire around him, nothing had ever felt this good. 

The blond crawled closer, lowering his hips to get a better angle. His hot dick pressed against the underneath of Zoro’s shaft as he slid inside. 

The swordsman threw his head back in pleasure, releasing a deep and throaty moan. The heat from the woman’s insides and Sanji’s hard length blended together in pure ecstasy. He needed more, he desperately needed more. 

Zoro rolled his hips, gliding his cock against Sanji's. “Fuck, you feel good.” He groaned.

The woman rested her head on Zoro's shoulder as they both began sliding in and out of her. “Mmm, you both feel fantastic.” 

She let out a short gasp when the blond increased his speed, Zoro matched it without a pause. 

“Kiss.” She mumbled breathily. “Please kiss each other.”

Without hesitating Sanji shot down, capturing Zoro's lips. The kiss was rough and wet, he could taste the sweat dripping from Sanji’s mouth. The swordsman pressed his hand on the back of Sanji’s head, pulling him in deeper. Their hips thrust forward, matching each other's pace. 

“Fuck yes.” The woman said, watching them kiss right next to her face. "Fuck, you two are perfect. Such good boys ."

The sound of being called a good boy made Sanji groan against Zoro’s mouth. 

“Mmm, did you hear that Zoro? He likes to be called a good boy .” 

Sanji pulled back and released another moan. He grabbed the woman’s hip and began pounding into her. Her head shot up and she gasped. They were thrusting in perfect harmony. 

She smirked at Zoro. “Is he a good boy?"

Zoro panted and nodded. “Yes,” He answered. “A very good boy.”

Sanji moaned and his hips stuttered.  “So good.” Zoro repeated, moving his hips faster. 

The woman bent down for a kiss, but Zoro moved his head out of the way before she could reach him. 

“ Oh?” She whispered. “You only want him don’t you. ” 

Zoro looked her in the eyes, too winded from thrusting to respond. Once again the woman read his thoughts like a book. She grinned and moved her lips closer to his ear. “Good. Keep thinking about him.” 

The swordsman’s eyes shot over to the blond. His cheeks were rosy and beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead. 

“Think about how hot he feels pressed up against you.”

Zoro’s gaze wandered down Sanji’s chest, watching his muscles ripple under his silky skin each time he pounded into her. He needed more, all of it, every ounce of the blond. 

He grabbed Sanji’s arm and pulled him back down, craving the blond’s taste in his own mouth. Zoro moved his hips against the cook’s thrusts, pulling out when Sanji’s pushed in, grinding their members against one another.

Sanji let out a sharp moan and Zoro took that opportunity to devour the blond’s mouth. His tongue slid across the inside of Sanji’s cheek. Hot saliva dripped from Sanji and down the swordsman’s throat, his spit was more addictive than the finest liquor. 

Zoro increased the speed of his thrusts, desperate to feel more of Sanji against him. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his fingers around their dicks, squeeze them together, and thrust aggressively into his hand. Sadly his hands were currently occupied by the woman on top of him. 

As if the woman could read his mind, she flexed her muscles tightening around the men. “Oh, God .” Sanji moaned against Zoro’s lips. 

“Shit, you feel so good. Sanji. M-ha More .” Zoro growled. “Mm fuck , harder!”  

Sanji glanced at the woman. He was holding back, something he was used to doing when sleeping with women.

“Go for it blondie, you won't hurt me.” The beautiful woman moaned. She slammed herself down on them hard to prove her point.

Sanji didn’t need another demonstration. He used the power in his legs to pound everything he had into the woman. 

“Mm fuck! uhu fuck yes!” She screamed, tossing her head back in pleasure. “Such good boys! Damn! You're gonna make me cum!” She shouted, taking in every powerful thrust between them. “Yes! Keep going, oohh mm, just like that. Don’t stop! Fucking perfect!”  

Zoro completely forgot how to talk. Her praise meant nothing to the swordsman, the only thing on his mind that helped any importance was feeling more of Sanji. Granted, this would probably be the only time he’d ever get to feel the cook like this. 

Zoro thrust harder, matching the blond’s speed and strength.

“Mmmm fuck! I’m gonna cum!” The woman started shaking between them. She let out a guttural growl and started bouncing her hips faster. Chanting curses, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” and squeezing even tighter around them. 

Zoro felt a gush of liquid fill his lap and drip down his hips. His gaze tore from Sanji and landed on the woman. 

Her amethyst eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth hung open. Zoro froze mid-ejaculation as he caught sight of the two horns that ripped from her head and the tail that came out of her lower back.  

The thin purple tail wrapped around Sanji’s thigh. The blond started to shake, everything felt so good for him. The woman squeezing them tight, Zoro’s grasp on him, how the swordsmen felt against his length, plus the fact they definitely just made a demon come, all of it pushed Sanji over the edge. 

“Shit, I’m gonna-” Zoro cut Sanji’s sentence short and pulled him into another kiss, feeling his hot seed drip down his shaft.

“Oooohh!” The demon exclaimed, with a voice much deeper than before. She used her muscles to milk out every last drop between the two. 

Sanji pulled back to catch his breath, leaving Zoro’s chest wide open for the woman to flop down. She stayed there for a few moments, panting in the swordsman’s ear with the blond resting on her back. Neither man could move at all, far too spent from their vigorous workout. 

The demon pulled them out of her and wiggled free, causing Sanji to take her place on the swordsman. She slid her way off the bed, revealing she was even taller in her true form. The woman strolled to the foot of the bed and picked up Sanji's pack of cigarettes from off the ground. She pushed back the cardboard flap and helped herself to the blond’s belongings.  

She stood there, watching them as stolen smoke trickled from her lips. She smirked around the filter and pulled the cigarette from her mouth. “You should thank whatever God you believe in for making you such good fucks. Normally I'd kill the men in your position." She took another slow drag and exhaled above her head. “But you did something no man has been able to do in a long time.”

“Get away from us before I kill you.” Zoro growled, regaining his self control through what little enchantment she had left on him. 

The demon let out a guttural laugh, one that was much more intimidating than her previous one. The sound projected through the room, sending a shiver down his spine. 

“You sure are cute, swordsman.”  She said in a teasing tone that only filled Zoro with rage.

Sanji slowly emerged from his head fog, finally grasping the seriousness of their situation. 

“What did you do to him?!” The blond spat out with his face buried in Zoro’s neck, unable to lift his head and scowl at her directly.

Utter disgust crashed through his body as he recounted what he had just done. Sanji knew very well that the swordsman was not into women. How the hell did he not remember that sooner?! 

The demon swayed her way to the bed's side and bent down, showing the blond her wicked grin. “Well, Blondie. Unlike you, who was a breeze to enchant, your friend here has a will strong enough to keep breaking free.” The demon showed her fangs and giggled. “Fuck Blondie, if he wasn't so into you I doubt he would’ve even made it to the hotel.”

Zoro quickly squeezed his eyes shut, that was the last thing he wanted the cook to know. Curse that bitch and her loose tongue.

“I just gave him a little something to help his motivation.”

Sanji’s gut twisted at her choice of words. “Oh fuck you ‘motivation’. You forced his hand on this!”

The demon let out another heart dropping laugh. “I didn't force him to do shit. He would've done whatever you wanted to do, even if he didn't enjoy it.” Her face plastered a mischievous smirk as she announced the swordsman’s secrets. “But I needed him to taste good enough to eat, so I made sure he enjoyed it.”

The demon stepped away from the men and picked up her dress, slipping herself back in. “I thought getting satisfied would've taken longer. Though, hmm probably gave him too much.” The woman was babbling to herself while she put her heels back on. 

A sudden noise radiated perm her abdomen. She placed her hands on her stomach and turned to the bed. “Shit! It's already happening, I need to leave.”

The demon's horns and tail retreated back into her body, decreasing her size and portraying the form they met her in. “The room is rented for another night.” She added quickly. “I suggest you take the time to recover and help each other out. You’re gonna need it.” The demon left the room with a wicked cackle, leaving the two men immobilized on the bed. 

They were cemented in place, breathing heavily against each other’s skin. Neither knowing what to make of the situation or what to say next. 

Zoro could hear his racing heart banging in his ears, he hoped the blond on top of him couldn’t hear it too. Blood pounded through his veins with a mix of embarrassment and fear. The woman’s spell was what kept Sanji in the mood, without it he’d surely kill the swordsman. 

Zoro tried his hardest to move his body out from under the blond’s scorching skin, but not a single muscle would budge. He groaned, took a deep breath in, and tired again. 

Nothing, no response. He was completely limp. Well, except for his rock hard erection squished against Sanji’s abs. He felt the blond sigh and turned to look at him. Their eyes locked, still glossed over from their precious excursion. 

Zoro was at a complete loss for words. He couldn’t think of anything that would even remotely begin to fix the situation. That devil woman eradicated any chance he had to use her spell as an excuse. He was frozen with fear written all over his face, bracing himself for the cook's temper to explode. 

“Are you okay Marimo?” Sanji asked in an unexpectedly gentle and caring tone. Throwing Zoro for a loop.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” He answered in a trembling hushed voice. 

Sanji didn’t look away, and Zoro could’ve sworn he saw a glimpse of concern in those sea bearing eyes. “What did she give you?"

The swordsman did his best not to fall back into the blond’s gaze. “Dunno, she slipped something in my mouth when you went looking for lube.”

Sanji lowered his head and scoffed, brushing his damp golden hair across Zoro’s collarbone. “Shit, so it hasn't even been that long? Explains why you're stabbing me in the stomach.”

The embarrassment boiled within Zoro. He moved his gaze away to prevent locking with the cook again.

“Hey, It's okay Mossy.” The blond called, pulling Zoro’s eyes back to him like a fish to water. “I don't know if you can feel it but I’m pretty sure her spell is still fucking with me too.” 

Sanji shifted his hips slightly, pressing his hard member against Zoro's body. The feeling of himself rubbing on Zoro's skin relieved a little pressure in his aching cock. His whole body shuttered from the feeling.

“Fuck, Sanji it hurts.”  Zoro confessed. Whether the pain was from the unfinished load in his balls, or his sensitive skin being rubbed, he couldn’t tell

“Yeah, it's hurting me too.” Sanji sighed. "I think I have an idea of what we have to do." He used what little strength he had to shift his body, forcing himself to sit up on Zoro's legs. 

“What are you doing?” The swordsman asked nervously, still unable to move.

Sanji reached over and grabbed the lube that was on the bed. "I’m fixing our problem." 

Zoro's eyes widened at the sight before him. He gulped, trying to swallow the lump in his dry throat. 

The blond noticed Zoro’s expression and hesitated his movements. “Are you okay with this?” 

The swordsman was completely shocked by what was happening, unable to use his words. He tried to nod as a response but he still didn’t have the strength to move. Zoro cleared his throat and begged his shakiness wouldn’t come out in his voice. "Yeah, it's okay. Still can't move though."

“That’s fine, let me do all the work.” Sanji’s nerves let out a chuckle. All this was still extremely new to him. Having a threesome with that demon was the first time he had ever touched another man’s cock.

He straddled Zoro’s thighs and opened the bottle of lube, gathering up a large amount on his fingers. Sanji inched his way forward, lining his aching cock with the swordsman’s. His skin burned as he pressed their hard shafts together and wrapped his hand around them both. 

The blond shuttered from the euphoric sensation. His groin screamed out in satisfaction, rejoicing in the act of being touched again. Zoro was in an identical state, letting out a whispered moan when the cook tightened his grip. 

Sanji took his time familiarizing himself with their members, feeling his way up their lengths and running a thumb down the middle of both their tips. 

“Oh fuck.” Zoro cursed out breathily as the blond’s hand slowly slid down to their base. His soul left like it was being lifted with relief. Sanji squeezes them together, causing the swordsman’s breath to hitch. “ Fuck … that feels good, keep going.”

The cook’s hand never stops, gliding his palm in ways that were driving Zoro crazy. The swordsman gained some strength in his hips and bucked upwards into Sanji's hand. 

"Mmm, Zoro.” The blond moaned, feeling Zoro’s cock twitch at the sound of his name. “Oh god.” Sanji speed up his stroking, but it still wasn't enough for either of them. They craved more, they needed more. 

"Fuck, cook, I- ngh, huh. I can’t take this.” Zoro confessed through his heavy breathing. “I feel like I’m gonna explode.”

“Tell me what to do.” Sanji asked, looking hungrily into his eyes. “Tell me how to help you.”

The swordsman responded with a quick “I don't know.” In all actuality, he knew exactly what he wanted from Sanji, but he could never bring himself to ask that. “Fuck, just keep touching me.” 

Sanji ran his free palm up Zoro's body, squeezing his pecs and massaging a thumb into the dense muscle. Instant gratification filled his heart, he had always wanted to feel the swordsman’s protruding chest in his hands. 

He felt Zoro flex under him while letting out a breathy moan. “Yeah, just like that.” 

The swordsman felt something wet drip onto his chest. He looked up to find the source and saw blood trickling down Sanji’s nose. This was all the indication Zoro needed to advance the type of touch he desired. 

He trailed his hand to the back of Sanji’s hair and pulled him down for a much needed kiss. Zoro impatiently shoved his tongue into the cook’s mouth, craving Sanji’s taste like a carnivorous beast. 

Zoro hummed as metallic fluid dispersed across his palate. “ Mmm fuck, you taste good.”

Sanji removed his other hand from their lengths and pawed at the swordsman’s chest, thrusting himself roughly against the man below.

  “Mph, fuck. Zoro...” The blond called desperately. “It's not enough, I need more.” 

Zoro did everything to match Sanji’s thrusts, but nothing he did quench the insatiable thirst for more. “Me too, I need- Fuck!” The swordsman threw his head back as Sanji embedded his nails into his flesh.

The blond never stopped moving, desperately grinding his hips for more friction while his hands worked on Zoro’s chest. 

“Ha…ah, mm fuck!” Sanji’s desire quickly unraveled with each completed thrust. “Zo I- Oh god! I wanna fuck you so bad right now.” He confessed, revealing the true intensity of his lust. “Can I? Please Zoro, let me fuck you.”

The swordsman grunted and moaned loudly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Every part of him wanted to scream yes and let Sanji wreck him like no other, rendering his legs useless for days. 

Zoro hesitated before answering, he needed to know for certain these were the cook’s words and not just devil influenced arousal. “You sure it's not just- Mm aha!” Sanji cut off Zoro’s sentence by grinding his hips harder. “God fuck, are you so- Ngh!” 

He tried his best to talk through his pleasure, but the blond wouldn’t let up. “Are you sure it's not the spell talking?”

Sanji’s thrust slowed down slightly as he pondered his answer. Zoro made a good point, the spell's effects were still violently coursing through his veins. “Yeah, I’m still under her spell.” Sanji admitted. “But Marimo… I have wanted you for months, not just right now.” 

Sanji’s words were like a symphony in the swordsman’s ears. That was all he needed to hear before fully sacrificing himself to the blond. A fearsome smirk grew on Zoro’s face. “Okay, love cook. Fuck me.” 

Sanji quickly sat up and reached for the lube. He let out a nervous chuckle as his shaky hands struggled to take off the cap. “Uh… this is my first time being with a guy.”

Zoro chortled with a shy smile, trying to ease Sanji’s anxiety. “Hm seems like it’s a night of firsts for both of us.”

The blond frowned at Zoro's attempt to lighten their situation. Sanji closed his eyes and shook his head. “I can’t believe someone would do this to you.” He took a deep breath in and locked fierce eyes with the swordsman. “I know I said I’d never hurt a woman, but does hunting a demon count? I just can’t allow someone to hurt  you like this.”

Zoro masked his warm heart with a teasing tone. “ Aww , you wanna defend my honor?”

Sanji turned away with an annoyed look, not finding Zoro’s playfulness any bit amusing. 

Zoro knew that sour expression all too well and he didn't like it. He didn't want to start a fight in the middle of everything. The swordsman propped him up on one elbow and brought two fingers to the cook’s chin, moving his head back to look at him.

"Cook, I’m okay.” Zoro said softly in the most reassuring voice he could manage. “The only thing wrong right now is… this .” The swordsman gestured to his bright red twitching member, his cock was visibly angry from the loss of attention. 

Feeling brave, Zoro leaned forward, licked the dry blood off Sanji’s upper lip, and placed a kiss onto him. The blond moaned and opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. Zoro wrapped his arms around Sanji and lied back down, pulling Sanji back on top of him. He was done talking about the demon woman and was growing rather impatient. 

Zoro pulled away and brought Sanji's hand to his lips, slipping two fingers into his mouth. Good God,  he had always wanted to do that. 

The swordsman let his mouth worship the cook’s precious hand, twirling his tongue all around to make sure they got nice and wet. He closed his eyes and imagined sucking Sanji’s cock, pushing the finger down his throat like he would, if that part of the blond was in his mouth.

“Fuck Marimo, that's hot.” Zoro pulled the fingers out of his mouth and moved Sanji’s hand downward. With a shaky breath Sanji slid off of Zoro’s lap and positioned himself between his legs, spreading them further apart to get better access. 

Sanji’s finger circled Zoro's entrance for a moment before slowly pushing them in. The swordsman’s eyes rolled back as he felt a dull pain spread through his body. The blond took his time, making sure that Zoro’s muscles were well adjusted to the new pressure. Sanji trailed kisses along Zoro's shoulder before adding a second finger. “God damn you're so tight.” He whispers in Zoro’s ear.

Soft moans continuously slipped from the swordsman’s mouth. “Mmm hah, yeah, probably. It’s my first time bottoming.”

Sanji’s head shot up like a rocket. “What!? But I thought you've been with men before?”

“I have. Just always been the one who topped.” Zoro showed an awkward smile that was riddled with embarrassment. “I told you this was a night of firsts.”

Sanji slowed down his movements upon hearing this new information. He became gentle, fearing he’d do too much and end up hurting the swordsman.

“No, don't get all soft on me. Harder cook, you won't break me.” Zoro wasn’t opposed to begging at this point. He couldn't stand another seconds of this prolonged sexual torture. 

Sanji nervously chewed at the skin on his bottom lip and nodded. “Okay, but tell me if it hurts.” He began pumping his fingers in and out of Zoro at a fast pace, producing deep moans from the swordsman. 

His fingers repeatedly thrusted into the chiseled man with force, traveling deeper inside with each stroke. It didn’t take long for the cook to reach his prostate. 

Zoro’s breath hitched and he shouted as electrical pleasure shot up his shaft. “Oh fuck! Sanji… Again, do that again.”

The blond did just that and pumped his fingers the exact same way, pressing hard against Zoro’s pleasure spot. Sanji couldn’t hold back any longer. He quickened his pace and began jabbing his fingers relentlessly, pulling out heavenly moans from the swordsman. 

Zoro took a moment to catch his breath before speaking. “Okay, I’m ready.” He had waited long enough for this. After countless hours of fantasizing about Sanji, Zoro was eager to finally make it his reality. 

Zoro lifted his legs and hooked it over Sanji's shoulder, giving him better access to his entrance. “Curly… please, fuck me.” 

Sanji ignored the swordsman’s request and continued working at him with his fingers. “You think you’re the boss here Mossy?” The blond asked in a low and dangerously raspy voice. “I decided when you're ready.”

The cook’s hand never stopped, fiercely hitting Zoro’s prostate every time. Zoro’s body began to shake, he felt heat quickly building in his abdomen. 

“Fuck! Coo- aah ha. I’m gonna- Mmph! Gonna… cum.” Zoro tried his best to get the words out, but Sanji’s skillful hands made it difficult to get anything other than moans out. 

“Yeah?” Sanji’s addictively seductive tone remained. “Fucking cum for me my sweet Marimo.” The blond worked his hand harder and faster into Zoro.

Zoro’s body tensed up, losing the battle for self control. “Ngh San- ha. Sanji! Mmm!” Pearl-like streams shot from Zoro’s groin, painting his upper body with strokes of white. Zoro couldn’t do anything but breathe heavily and wait for his heart to stop racing. 

Sanji grinned down at the product of his handy work, his ego was ready to burst through the roof. He managed to make the infamous swordsman cum from nothing more than a few fingers. 

Zoro’s muscles went limp, his leg slipped off Sanji’s shoulder and rested in the bend of his arm. Zoro’s glossy eyes fought to stay open, he wanted to have the cook’s rosy face burned into his memory. 

Sanji ran a finger down Zoro’s side, charting his touch through the prominent Adonis belt on his hips. “You look so good like this, Mossy.” 

His finger continued to trail over Zoro’s body, making its way up the swordsman’s shaft. Zoro’s hard length twitched, pleading for more. 

The blond knew Zoro wanted and needed more. Sanji couldn’t deny he was craving the same thing.

He pulled Zoro’s leg back onto his shoulder and adjusted himself closer. “You ready for me to fuck you? Hmm, Marimo?” The blond asked in a teasing tone. A devilish smirk grew on the cook’s face, watching Zoro’s beautiful tan mouth be gaped open from panting was enough of an answer. “Mmm, I think you’re more than ready.” 

Sanji reached around the bed to retrieve lube. He felt around on the blankets for the container, but it was nowhere in sight. He started pulling back the comforter, searching for the lube in its folds. 

“Shit.” Sanji cursed under his breath. He figured the lube must have fallen on the floor, but getting up to collect it would be wasting time he didn’t have the patience for. 

The blond’s eyes darted around for a sufficient alternative. His gaze landed on Zoro’s chest, watching it rapidly rise and fall. Sanji’s eyes lowered, charging forward with his brilliant idea.

He slid his hand up Zoro’s chest, giving it a firm squeeze before thumbing up a dollop of cum and placing it in his mouth. Sanji hummed as the flavor of Zoro hit his tongue. “Mmm. I think this will do just fine.” 

Zoro watched the blond closely, following his train of thought and gathering exactly what his plan was. Zoro huffed with the corner of his mouth pulled into a smile. “Fuck. You really are a perv, aye kinky cook? ”

Sanji winked and scooped up another trail of cum on Zoro’s chest. The swordsman couldn’t take his eyes off Sanji. He bit his bottom lip to hold in his satisfied hums, watching as the cook took his cum covered hand and spread it all over his generous length. 

Zoro was quickly reaching a breaking point, his cock screamed for more. Skin crawling with desire; like every bead of sweat on his body was nitroglycerin, ready to be ignited by Sanji’s touch. 

“Cook, mmm .” Zoro’s dry throat made his words come out as a whisper. He sucked on his teeth and swallowed before trying again. “Oh god Curly, please fuck me already.” He begged, raising his inner eyebrows just how Sanji liked it. “I need you inside me, I need to feel you.” 

Zoro was trying to get Sanji to understand how carnal his lust was. The swordsman pulled Sanji closer with the leg on his shoulder, bringing him down to the same level. 

“Sanji please, I want you so bad right now it hurts. I’m begging you to fill me, make me feel better. Please Sanji, I need you.” 

Sanji felt a shiver shake through his whole body. Hearing Zoro beg was something he’d never expected to happen. “Oh fuck, say that again.”

Zoro pushed himself up with an elbow and brought his face closer to Sanji’s, damp lips ghosting over one another. He brought a hand to the cook’s face, pushing away the golden locks so that they were eye to eye. 

“Please Sanji, make me feel better. I need you.”

Sanji felt like his heart was about to explode. He didn’t need to be told again what to do. The blond looked down the space between their chest and lined himself with the swordsman’s entrance. He eagerly rubbed his tip against the slick hole and pushed his way inside, feeling the tight walls contract around his length like a vise grip. 

Sanji advanced deeper, filling Zoro with exactly what he was begging for. The blond shuttered and cursed once his lap was fully flush with Zoro’s ass. “Fuck Marimo, you're so tight.” 

Sanji started rolling his hips, pulling out slightly and sliding back in. He watched Zoro’s length harden with each thrust, filling itself with lust filled blood. Sanji shifted the swordsman's leg slightly, changing his angle to hit that perfect spot. 

“ A-ah! Oh god, that feels so good.” Zoro moaned, feeling a bolt of electricity shoot up his cock. The blond pulled up his other leg and hung it over his shoulder, pushing himself deeper into the moaning swordsman. 

Sanji watched as a line of spit trickled down Zoro’s chin. He licked his lips and bent down, capturing Zoro in a heated kiss. The swordsman moaned and gasped into Sanji’s mouth, pulling the air from the cook’s lungs. Sanji pulled from the kiss and rested their foreheads together, running his hand along Zoro’s side. 

“Tell me what you need.” He asked in a low breathy voice. 

“I need you.” Zoro’s eyes were glossed over in desperation. His body was still too weak to contribute any movement, everything was in the cook’s hands. 

Sanji placed a thumb on Zoro’s chin and tilted his head upwards, continuing with his deep sexy tone. “What do you need from me? Tell me and I’ll do it for you.” 

Without a second to spare, Zoro quickly answered. “Harder. Please Sanji, I can take it. I need it.” 

Sanji smirked and slid his hands onto Zoro’s shoulders, squeezing hard around them. He was gonna need the swordsman stable for what he was about to do. Sanji slowly pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip inside. He took a deep breath in before thrusting himself in with force. 

Loud smacking sounds filled the room as Sanji relentlessly pounded into the moaning swordsman. Zoro was gasping, clawing his nails into the back of Sanji’s neck. 

Incoherent babbles seeped through Zoro’s mouth, unable to focus on anything but the overwhelming demonstration of Sanji’s true strength. The blond’s body charged like a war horse, thrusting each stroke with power and precision. His muscles rippled under his ivory skin, working at maximum efficiency in order to give Zoro everything he craved. 

It was like heaven on earth for the swordsman. Being thoroughly fucked by the man he desired for so long, it was better than his thought could’ve ever imagined. 

Sanji kept his grip on Zoro’s shoulders, pulling his body down to meet the blond’s thrust. The cook’s grasp gradually became tighter, putting more ferocity in his movements. 

The combination of being fucked roughly and pulled down to meet each thrust was driving Zoro close to the edge. 

“Aha San- San ngh ji.” The swordsman did his best to grab the blond’s attention. “Gonn a ha cum.” He weakly moved an arm down his stomach to grasp his own length but Sanji slapped his hand away. 

Sanji grabbed Zoro’s wrist and pinned it above his head. “No touching, cum for me like this. Cum on those beautiful tits again.”

Zoro squeezed his eyes shut, reveling in the feeling of his cock smacking against his abs. The blond shifted his weight to his legs and increased his pace, utilizing everything he had to ram himself deep into the swordsman. 

“Open your eyes Marimo. I wanna see the look on your face when I make you cum.” 

Zoro tried but he couldn’t open them more than a squint. His gaze locked with Sanji’s. The blond’s ravenous expression pushed the swordsman to his breaking point. 

“Cum now Zoro.” Sanji’s demand in the deepest voice he had ever heard. 

The swordsman’s mouth dropped open, yelling out grunts and moans as ribbons of white exploded from his core. Evidence of his pleasure covered his body, landing on his chin, neck, and chest. 

The sight of a painted swordsman rushed Sanji to his peak. He pushed his entire length into Zoro, forcing himself to go as deep as he could. Sanji’s muscles pulsed as he came, adding wet heat into Zoro’s body.  

Sanji hunched over panting, causing Zoro’s arm to slip out of his hand and legs to fall off his shoulders. His gaze darted around the swordsman’s body, soaking up the beautiful scenery before him. He couldn’t stop himself from bending down and licking the cum off Zoro’s chin before giving him a quick peck on the lips. 

A satisfied grin plastered his face. “You taste really good Mossy.” 

Zoro chuckled and smirked back. “And you really are a kinky cook.” 

“Mmm, but don't you like that about me?” He answered with mischievous eyes, slowly sliding himself in and out of Zoro again. Even after everything, his body craved more. 

The swordsman tossed his head back and moaned loudly. Yup, they both need more. Sanji tried to resume his previous rough speed but he stopped when he felt Zoro tensing around him. 

“Wait! No no please don't stop.” The swordsman begged. His body was just starting to regain strength, he didn’t want it to be over before he could contribute. “Please Curly, I’m not done.” 

Sanji huffed and kissed Zoro’s cheek. “Will you ride me? I wanna feel your sexy ass bouncing on me.”

Zoro’s eyes widened in shock. Never in his life would he have expected Sanji, of all people, to say that to him. Zoro’s words failed him entirely, making him answer with just a nod.

The corners of Sanji’s lips pulled into a grin. He backed out of Zoro and watched the thick product of his work drip down the dip in Zoro’s bottom. 

Sanji felt the hot cum spread on the sheets and stick to his knee. He slid off and stood at the foot of the bed, soaking in the beauty that was Zoro covered in sweat and cum. 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” The blond praised. He adored the look on people’s satisfied faces. Though that mostly pertained to cooking, the feeling could still be felt here. “You should see yourself right now.” 

Zoro rolls his eyes. He knew the spell's effects were still running through the cook, but he couldn’t help but wish Sanji’s words were really his. 

The blond stepped over and held out a hand for Zoro. The swordsman shot Sanji a questionable look and hesitated before accepting the hand, allowing himself to be lifted off the bed. 

Zoro’s legs trembled and buckled under him, his reaction time far too slow to stop himself from stumbling. Sanji quickly wrapped his arm around Zoro’s abdomen and held him firmly before he hit the ground. 

The swordsman looks up at Sanji and sees a smug grin plastered on his face. The same one he got when the cook thought he won a fight. 

“It's the demon's drugs.” Zoro mumbled, trying to defend some of his dignity. 

Sanji’s grin spread wider and he let out a small breathy laugh. “Sure it is Mossy, it has absolutely nothing to do with me fucking you stupid.”

“Shut up, cook.” 

Zoro took a deep breath, trying to chase away his embarrassment. He searched for the courage to continue their debauchery, despite knowing Sanji’s lust for him would fade with the spell. His frustration grew the more he thought about it. The swordsman saw it best to push all thoughts aside and deal with the consequences later. 

“Just lay down so I can ride you like you asked.” 

Sanji shook his head. “Not on this mess.” He scoffed, gesturing to the cum soaked sheets with his head. 

The blond shifted Zoro in his arms and grabbed two pillows before tossing them on the floor. Sanji guided them both down to the fluffy carpet, laying Zoro down first. “After this we should take a bath and try to sleep.” 

Zoro's eyes were looking everywhere but Sanji. The blond smiled at this new version of Zoro, one that was bright red with blush and thoroughly wrecked. 

Sanji laid beside the sword and trailed a hand down his chest, feeling Zoro’s heart pounding under his palm. Sanji could tell the swordsman’s thoughts were racing by how hesitant he was to touch him back. Sanji let his hand glide down Zoro’s body. 

“Does it still hurt?” He asked, wrapping his fingers around Zoro’s throbbing length. 

“Mmm. No, just still really hard.” The swordsman answered breathly as Sanji began pumping him slowly. He closed his eyes tight, letting his soul be swept away by the blond’s touch. 

“Yeah, me too. If your legs are still weak we can stay like this, if you want?” Sanji took Zoro’s hand and placed it against the top of his shaft, grinding up into the swordsman’s palm. 

Zoro paused, fighting the urge to stroke the cook back but failing miserably. He shook his head. “No, I can do it. Just give me a second.” 

Sanji hummed in approval and began kissing up Zoro’s neck as they lay there, dicks in each other’s hands. 

“Are you sure it isn’t just the demon's spell that’s making you hard?” Zoro asked in a whisper. “You're not gonna wake up and hate me even more are you?” He couldn’t stop thinking of the morning’s consequences despite his effort to do so. 

“Hate you more?” Sanji turned Zoro’s head so that they were looking at each other. Sanji had the softest blue eyes as he spoke. “Zoro, I’ve never hated you.” 

The blond tightened his grip and pumped faster. “I won't wake up mad. Promise, I won't have regrets.” Sanji pressed his forehead against Zoro and looked deeper into his eyes. “Trust me, okay?” 

Zoro wanted to fully believe those words but his doubt still stayed. He sighed, accepting whatever outcome their time together would bring him. “Okay Curly.” 

Sanji smiled at the use of his favorite nickname. He gave Zoro a quick kiss on the cheek before releasing the swordsman’s cock and laying flat on his back with a smirk. “Great, why don't you jump on.” 

Zoro sat up and looked Sanji’s body up and down, his eyes lingered on the blond’s full length. The cook chuckled and rested his hands behind his head. “All yours Mossy. Make yourself feel good for me.” 

The swordsman crawled on top of Sanji with wobbly legs and straddled his waist. He ran a hand up the blond’s chest, eyeing the soft pink bud that sat at the bottom of his peck. As if on instinct, Zoro’s fingers gravitated towards Sanji’s nipple and pinched them lightly. 

The cook moaned and pushed his hips up. “Mmm, do that again.”  

Zoro listened and pinched the other side, rolling Sanji’s nipples between his fingers. The blond rewarded him with another moan, keeping his eyes locked onto the swordsman. “Ah, ya like that, Mossy.”

Zoro’s heart was beating loudly in his ears. This was it, the moment was all his. After who knows how long, Zoro had the chance to lay his fantasies to shame with the real deal. The man he purposefully picked fights with just to have their bodies touch was actually under him, demanding to be fucked. Nothing in the world could’ve prepared him for this, but god was he ready. 

Zoro did his best to hover his hips above Sanji’s. He reached behind himself and took hold of the blond pulsing cock. Zoro’s body shuddered as he rubbed Sanji’s tip against his sensitive entrance. The swordsman took a deep breath in before lowering himself on to Sanji until there was nothing left to go down on. 

 Sanji’s length reached the deepest part of Zoro. He huffed with an open mouth from the pleasure of being filled. “Oh fuck, you feel good.”

"Mmm, so do you. You’re so fucking tight.” Sanji faded into the feeling of Zoro around him. The heat of being inside increased his arousal ten folds. The cook brought his hand to Zoro’s mouth, running a thumb across his wet bottom lip. “Now be a good boy and fuck yourself with me.” 

Zoro used his legs to move. He was slow at first, feeling the blond’s entire shaft slide out of him as he raised and back in as he lowered. The swordsman focused on trying to increase his speed but his legs were not cooperating the way he wanted them to, the way he needed them to. 

Zoro cursed under his breath as he thought of a solution to his problem. That's when a brilliant idea struck him. The swordsman leaned back and placed his hands on Sanji’s legs for support. 

The blond removed his hand from Zoro’s face and brought it to his thigh, rubbing circles into the weakened muscles. “Fuck that’s hot. Can you go any harder? I wanna cum with you.” 

Zoro bit his lip and nodded, slowly increasing his speed to find the right angle. The pleasure he was feeling was almost indescribable. It was like his entire core was being filled while simultaneously shooting ecstasy up his shaft .

His inner muscles constricted around Sanji’s cock, allowing Zoro to feel Sanji’s hard tip scrape against his walls. The swordsman felt himself grow harder each time he pushed down, making precum leak from his tip. Zoro’s body was begging for Sanji to give his member the attention it desired.

Senseless moans flowed from Zoro’s mouth as he increased his speed. He rammed Sanji hard against the deepest part of him in an effort to cement the cook’s venerated cock. He wanted to absorb every sensation until his hole memorized Sanji’s shape. 

The blond dug his nails into Zoro’s thigh, exciting a sting of deep growth. “I know you want me to touch it.” Sanji said quickly through his rapid breathing. “But I need you to cum, hah, from just me.” 

Sanji thrusted his hips upward, solidifying his statement. Zoro could never deny a request from the blond in this state. He’d do just about anything right now if he knew it would satisfy Sanji. 

“Oh God!” Zoro moaned out, using every bit of his strength to ride Sanji perfectly. Nothing, nothing, felt as good as this. Not top shelf booze, not the touch of a new blade in his grasp, not even the victorious vibrations he got when he defeated an enemy. Zoro wanted time to loop so he could live out every day being full of Sanji. 

Heat kindled in his core, gradually spreading and seeping throughout. Zoro put everything he had into these final strides, working hard at containing his moans to warn the cook. “Aha! Fuck Sanji! I’m- ngh mmm. I’m, fuck, gonna cum.” 

Sanji could feel the swordsman hitting his own pleasure filled spot with each bounce. He couldn’t deny that he was reaching his peak soon too. 

It took every bit of strength to restrain himself from thrusting into Zoro. He watched hungrily as the swordsman used his arms to bounce harder and faster. The taste of blood trickled into his mouth from his nose. Sanji pushed his hips flat on the ground, holding himself from bucking upward. 

The blond’s nails pierced through Zoro’s skin, causing the swordsman to gasp in pleasure. His neglect cock jolted around, spurting precum on Sanji’s happy trail. 

“God, you look amazing.” The cook huffed out with praise, doing his best to keep his eyes open and on Zoro. Those words were true in its purest form. Their source was not solely driven by lust, but affection too. “Cu- ngh ah. Cum for me, my sweet Marimo.” 

Zoro slammed himself down one last time, forcing his body to its limits. Every drop of his soul quivered and shook as the tsunami of ecstasy crashed over him. A wildfire burned over his skin, boiling the water and making Zoro lose himself in the smoke of true satisfaction. 

Sanji was thrown deep into the hot springs of desire. Every morsel of his being was enveloped in heavenly bliss. He was suspended in all that was Zoro, fusing their existence as one. His skin, his hair, his eyes, … 

His hands 

His heart…

were all a part of Zoro. 

They moaned in unison, letting their matter fuse together. 

Zoro was filled while Sanji was draped in milky curtains of devotion, letting the sound of them panting consume the air around. 

Zoro’s breath felt like fire in his lungs, his body would collapse at any moment. He used that last bit of energy to pull off of the blond and plop down beside him. 

Sanji’s eyes were locked onto the ceiling. His mind tried to process what just happened while his lungs struggled to breathe. Slowly comprehending that this in fact was reality. He had just slept with a man, twice! And not just any man, but Zoro. The Roronoa Zoro fucked himself stupid, and Sanji liked it, loved it actually. 

The blond huffed and swallowed blood tainted saliva to coat his throat. “Shit.” He wiped his nose with his arm and continued to breathe heavily. “Fuck Zoro. That was good.” 

Without a response, Sanji turned his head to check on the swordsman. His tan skin glistened under the room’s light and had patches of red all over. Zoro’s mint hair clung to his forehead with beads of sweat dripping down his sideburns. 

“You good?” Sanji asked, watching the man’s large chest rapidly rise and fall. 

“Yeah,” Zoro huffed out. “Just, huh, tired.” 

Sanji pushed his hair off of his hot face and sat up, ignoring the pools of cum dripping down his torso. “Okay Mossy, let’s bring you back to life. Relax here for a moment.” 

The blond got up with a groan and stumbled over to the kitchen, trying to stay upright due to his shaky legs. He grabbed a glass off the counter and filled it with some ice water. Sanji downed the glass in one go and refilled it before heading back to the room. 

Sanji took a moment to admire Zoro on the floor, his eyes lingered on the stream of cum dripping between his legs. A satisfied smirk grew on Sanji’s face. He placed the cup down and slid an arm under Zoro, assisting the swordsman to sit up. 

“Here.” Sanji said, picking up the cold glass. “Plants need water.” 

Zoro rolled his eyes and took the glass with shaky hands. The cool liquid felt wonderful in his dry throat.

“Pace yourself.” The cook said in a soft voice. He didn’t want Zoro to go into shock or anything. 

Sanji’s senses came back gradually, displaying signs that the demon's bewitchment was wearing off. He noticed the ache in his muscles, followed by slight fatigue. His gaze landed on the swordsman, seeing complete exhaustion written on his face. They both need a nice bath and a clean place to recharge. 

The blond stood up and wandered around the room before finding a closet with extra sheets. He took his time changing the bedding as Zoro slowly sipped the water. 

“Do you want some more water before I start the bath?” 

Zoro lips grew into a smirk around the cup’s rim. He always had a suspicious feeling Sanji would be nurturing and dote on his lover, not that the swordsman saw himself as Sanji’s lover. He knew it was her magic that drove them here, despite Sanji’s words that it wasn’t. 

Though, Zoro couldn’t stop himself from teasing. It’s just how they worked, how they always were with each other.  “I’m okay, love cook.” Acting how he normally would eased Zoro’s nerves a bit.

Sanji scoffed in amusement and headed to the bathroom. He placed a hand under the running water, checking that it wasn’t too hot or too cold. Sanji adjusted the dial a few times until he was content with its temperature. He quickly washed his hands before returning to Zoro. 

Sanji hummed, catching the swordsman’s attention. Without a word of warning, the blond picked up Zoro in a bridal style. 

“Oi! Wha-”

“Shhh.” Sanji interrupted, adjusting Zoro in his arms. “Just… let me take care of you, alright?” His words were soft spoken and held remorse in them. “That bitch drugged you and I was too stupid to notice.” He closed his eyes and pressed their heads together. “Please just let me do this for you.” 

Zoro sighed and buried his face in the nape of Sanji’s neck. “It’s not your fault Curly.” 

The blond shook his head as he carried Zoro to the bathroom. “I should’ve noticed something was up. I don't know what was going through my mind. I know you aren’t into women.” 

“Yeah, and you aren’t into men.” Zoro noted before Sanji gently placed him in the center of the tub. “You don't like me, you don’t like men, and yet here we are. 

Zoro lowered his head in shame. “I went along with it, all of it, knowing you were enchanted.

Sanji rolled his eyes and slipped in behind Zoro. “You keep saying that.” The blond mumbled, pulling Zoro closer and resting his chin on the swordsman shoulder. 

His fingers trailed up and down Zoro’s arm, trying to physically portray his emotions. “I told you earlier. I’ve been thinking about doing something like this for months.”

“What? Us having a three way with a demon?” The swordsman scoffed sarcastically, but he didn’t pull away from Sanji’s touch. Zoro’s body was too exhausted to do so even if he wanted to, which in all honesty, he didn’t. He liked having Sanji close. He enjoyed having the cook’s thick skin against his own. 

“No, I meant with you.” Sanji answered, placing a sweet kiss behind the swordsman’s ear. 

Zoro sighed and turned his head, feeling uneasy about the rock in his stomach. There was no way of telling if this was even Sanji speaking. For all he knew, the cook could still be locked behind a spell riddled wall. 

His heart began pounding in his ears. What if Sanji was possessed? Locked inside his own mind, seeing everything happen without control to stop it? Was Zoro the real villain in this situation? Taking advantage of the cook while he couldn’t defend himself? 

Fucking hell! How could he do something so fucking vile?! And to someone he deeply cared for! With this, Zoro had become everything he hated in the wor- 

“Zoro…” Sanji called out softly, bringing the swordsman from his internal beratement. 

Zoro turned his head, looking at Sanji out of the corner of his eye. 

The blond pressed his hand over Zoro’s heart and held it there. “She didn’t make me do anything I wasn’t already thinking about doing. Okay?” 

Zoro pursed his lips and nodded before turning his head again. 

“Hey, shitty swordsman. Look at me” Sanji growled, grabbing onto Zoro’s jaw and forcing his head back. “It’s me alright? I know it might be hard to believe but it’s true.” 

The blond leaned in and placed a kiss on Zoro’s lips. “I swear on my hands, it’s true.” 

The swordsman’s soul ached at those words. His heart told him everything was fine but his mind fought on whether or not he believed Sanji. 

Zoro relaxed himself in Sanji’s arms. If this was the only night he was going to get with the cook, then he was going to enjoy it while it lasted. 

Sanji’s hands never stopped moving around Zoro’s body. His touch frequently visited the deep scar across the swordsman chest, gliding from shoulder to hip then back up again. 

This simple act of being caressed brought a sense of peace to them both. It appeared their last round actually took the edge off their demon inflicted problem. It was nice to finally relax after the fiasco they went through. 

“Let me wash your hair.” Sanji asked in a whisper. 

Zoro complied, not having any energy left to argue with the cook. He pulled forward slightly, leaving just enough space for Sanji to move. 

The blond picked up a small bottle of hotel complimentary shampoo and squeezed it into his hand. He placed gentle kisses along Zoro’s shoulder and up his neck before stopping at his ear, giving Zoro a whisper of a confession. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” 

“Do what? Wash me?” Zoro chuckled, feeling a slight blush grow on his face. 

“Mhmm.” The blond hummed, running his fingers through the swordsman’s thick  hair. 

The cook massaged Zoro’s scalp, working out all of the grime from today. “Does it feel good?” 

Zoro closed his eyes and nodded, trying to hold his composure. “Yeah, really good.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” Sanji hummed in a low tone, placing kisses up Zoro’s neck. 

“Stop that.” The swordsman said sharply, begging for it to not start up again. 

“Stop what?” Sanji asked in a playful tone, but it was too late. Zoro had already fallen victim to his own debauchery. 

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath. “It’s happened again.” 

“What is?”

Zoro grabbed Sanji’s wrist and pulled it under the water, rubbing the blond’s palm against his hard member. 

“Ooh, mmm, I see.” The blond wrapped his fingers around Zoro’s length and began pumping slowly. “Me too.” Sanji pushed himself forward, rubbing his cock in the clef of the swordsman’s ass. 

“Shower. Now.” Zoro said quickly, popping the bathtub’s drain and standing up with Sanji. He turned the water on, setting it to a cool temperature. The swordsman rinsed his hair briskly, allowing Sanji to run water over himself. 

Without hesitation, Zoro turned around and dropped to his knees. “Now it’s my turn to do something I’ve always wanted.” The swordsman licked his lips before parting them and taking in Sanji’s full length with a hum.

The blond shuddered as his tip hit the back of Zoro's throat. “Oh fuck.” He absentmindedly raked his fingers through the swordsman’s hair, giving it a light squeeze. The heat from Zoro’s wet throat instantly filled Sanji with pleasure, he never imagined something could feel this good. 

Sanji’s pleasure only increased as Zoro began working his mouth up and down the cook’s shaft. “ Shit , you feel wonderful.” 

Zoro pulled off the blond with a wet smack. He grinned up at Sanji, using his hand to pump as a replacement for his mouth. “When that devil woman was sucking you off in the alley, I was imagining myself giving you head.” Zoro shamelessly admitted, gliding his tongue up Sanji’s twitching member. 

The cook moaned and threw his head back. The pure lust in Zoro’s eyes alone felt like enough to send Sanji over the edge. 

“Sanji.” The swordsman called, tightening his grip around the base. Sanji looked down, instantly being caught in Zoro’s fiery gaze. “Fuck yourself with my mouth.” 

The blond’s mouth fell open. There was nothing that could make this moment more perfect. “Oh god yes.” He answered quickly, moving Zoro by his hair and impatiently shoving his cock down the swordsman’s throat again. 

Sanji wasted no time working at Zoro’s muscles, stretching them open so his length slid in easily. Once satisfied with the level of resistance he felt, the cook began aggressively thrusting into Zoro’s mouth. He pushed his tip to the back and held it there, slightly choking the swordsman. 

Zoro did his best to flex and moan around Sanji, sending vibrations through his length. He wanted to make sure this was an act the cook would never forget. 

"Holy Fuck.” Sanji moaned out loudly. “Zoro, your mouth feels so damn good.” He continued to thrust roughly, coating Zoro’s throat with precum. Feeling the wet walls of Zoro’s inner body was paradise in and of itself, but the blond needed more. He needed to hear how good he was making the swordsman feel. Let the sounds of Zoro’s pleasures ring out in a symphony. 

“Get up.” Sanji demanded, pulling Zoro up by his hair and crashing their lips together. He worked his tongue into Zoro’s mouth, savoring the taste he left behind. 

The blond broke the kiss with a wet smack and tightened his grip in Zoro’s hair. “Go put your hands on the sink.” He growled through clenched teeth. “I wanna see your face while I fuck you one last time.” 

Zoro wasted no time hopping out of the shower and placing his hand on the sink as instructed. He waited in agony while Sanji took his time turning off the water and positioning himself behind Zoro. 

The blonde slowly ran a chill finger up the swordsman's spine, making him shiver from the touch. 

“Suck ‘em.” Sanji imposed, pressing his fingertips on Zoro’s lips. He spoke in the same rough growl from before. 

The swordsman opened his mouth and began working his tongue around the digits, sucking them just like he did to the blond’s cock. 

Sanji leaned forward and placed kisses on Zoro’s neck, moving his way up to the swordsman’s ear. His lips wrapped around Zoro’s lobe, running his tongue across the golden jewelry he always admired. 

Zoro moaned around the blond’s fingers, sending jolts of electricity straight through his shaft. Sanji ripped his hand from Zoro’s mouth and quickly brought them to his entrance, shoving them both in without resistance. 

Sanji curled his fingers inside, searching for Zoro’s sweet spot. It didn’t take him long to find it, feeling the swordsman tense solidified he was right on the money. 

“Mmm God Curly.” Zoro moaned out. “Please, I’m ready.” 

Sanji removed his finger and replaced them with his aching cock, pushing all the way in until his hips were flat against Zoro’s ass. 

“You sure Marimo?” Sanji hummed in a dangerously raspy voice. “I won’t hold back this time.”

The swordsman bit his lip and nodded, desperate for the cook to move. Sanji pulled the back of Zoro’s hair with intensity, forcing him to look in the mirror.

“Keep your hands on the counter and your eyes on us.” The blond spat through clenched teeth. “Look anywhere else and you’ll regret it, got that?” 

Zoro tried to nod but Sanji’s grasp was too strong. “Mmhm.” 

“Say it.” The cook barked, pulling harder on Zoro’s hair. 

“Yes Sanji.” Zoro’s dick twitched at Sanji’s increased level of dominance. The swordsman was ready and more than willing to sacrifice his all to Sanji. 

“Good.” Sanji purred and licked the water off Zoro’s neck, giving him a quick bite before pulling off. The blonde spoke while he gradually slid out of Zoro. “Remember, eyes on us.” He stopped once only the tip was left inside. “We wouldn’t want me to have to hurt you.” 

“Damn Cook, fuck me already!” 

Sanji let go of Zoro’s hair and slid down to his hips with a devilish chuckle that frightened the swordsman. His maniacal laugh boomed through the room. Sanji dug his nails into Zoro’s skin and slammed into the swordsman’s, causing Zoro to cry out. 

“Don’t ever speak to me like that again.” The blond lazily pumped in and out of Zoro, sending an electrifying sensation through his tender hole. “Things will come in due time, my sweet Marimo.” 

The swordsman took a deep breath in, preparing himself for the wrath of Sanji’s arousal. The blond worked in and out, waiting for the moment his length was fully coated in Zoro’s juices. “Mmm, you feel so tight around me.” 

Zoro didn’t have time to respond before Sanji began pounding into him relentlessly. A string of moans and curses poured out of the swordsman. He watched closely as Sanji hooked a finger inside his mouth, pulling his cheek to the side. 

Eyes open, eyes open, eyes open. 

Zoro’s thoughts repeated, fighting the urge to roll his eyes back as Sanji continuously slammed into him. 

The blond slid his hand from Zoro’s mouth and placed it between his thighs, pulling the swordsman’s leg up to rest flat on the countertop. “Look how beautiful you are, all whored out and spread for me.” 

Sanji kept his hand pinned on Zoro’s knee, making sure it wouldn’t slip down. The force of his thrust increased with each stroke, deliberately ramming his tip away from Zoro’s sweet spot. 

Zoro's eyes stayed locked on to the blond, his body was that of a beast. Sweat dripped down his panting face, muscles rippling under his rosy skin. 

“Fuck, you feel so good Zoro.” 

The swordsman clenched hard from hearing his name and feeling Sanji brush against his prostate. Zoro knew what the blond was doing. Sanji was toying with him, dragging out their tantalizing pleasure. 

“Oh god! San- ngh, fuck!” Zoro moaned, gripping the edge of the sink. 

Sanji put force into his thrust, filling the swordsman with intensity. “Good Marimo, scream my name.” 

“Sanji! Oh fuck! Sanji! Mmm.” 

Zoro heard a deep hum and felt the blond shift behind him. In one fell stroke, Sanji pulled back and rammed directly onto the swordsman's prostate. 

A moan produced from his soul echoed from Zoro’s mouth. His knees buckled and his body shook, desperate to keep his gaze on the cook. Sadly, the war was lost. Zoro’s eyes rolled back and his head dropped, breaking his visual contact with Sanji. 

The blond scoffed and moved his hand between Zoro’s thighs. Without a word, Sanji grabbed onto the swordsman’s balls, giving them a hard squeeze. 

“Fuck!” Zoro screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, wiping his head back up. “Sanji! Stop! What a-”

“Nuh uh uh.” The blond interrupted with a sing. “I told you not to look away.” 

Sanji squeezed harder between Zoro’s thighs and increased the power of his thrust, fucking the swordsman perfectly with each movement. 

Zoro peered into Sanji’s eyes. He couldn’t tell if it was the bathroom lighting or just his imagination, but he swore he saw a glint of purple in Sanji’s eyes for a moment. An emptiness creeped into Zoro’s core, thoughts of Sanji’s reaction in the morning flooded his mind. 

Those doubts lasted all of two seconds as Sanji filled that emptiness with his fierce cock. 

Deep grunting radiated through the room. Zoro could tell Sanji was reaching his end by the sound of his breathing. The swordsman wanted to be right there with the cook, but he was trapped by Sanji’s iron hold between his legs. With each thrust Zoro could feel his pleasure filling up in Sanji’s hand. The beads of sweat did nothing to help cool his body down. The swordsman clenched around Sanji, earning a loud moan from the cook. 

“Fuck Zoro! Do that again, I’m gonna cum.” 

The swordsman clenched again, tightening his walls around Sanji’s length. He felt Sanji’s hips tremble and squeeze between Zoro’s legs harder. 

They both moaned loudly as Sanji pumped Zoro full with waves after waves of hot cum. His movements slowed down and his head fell onto Zoro’s shoulder, panting frantically against his skin. 

“Fuck! Sanji please!” The swordsman begged with shaky legs. “Please let go! Please!” 

Sanji continued moving his length in and out of Zoro, gently hitting the spot that made his cock twitch. He was definitely enjoying this new broken version of the swordsman. 

“Sanji! Sanji! Fuck! Please please please!” 

The blond chuckled and thrusted into Zoro again with a little more force. “What is it Marimo? You wanna cum too?” He asked in a playful tone. 

“Mmhm.” Zoro hummed, biting his lips. He was a perfect painting for Sanji. The blond wished he had a camera so he could capture the look on Zoro’s face. 

Barely open eyes glossed over with lust, turned up eyebrows, biting his lip and trembling under his touch. Damn, everything was so perfect. 

“Sanji!” Zoro begged, pulling the blond from his thoughts. “Please! Let me cum.” 

Sanji smirked and let go of Zoro, thrusting in fast at the same time. The swordsman screamed out the loudest moan Sanji had ever heard, spraying ropes of thick cum all over. 

The blond’s head fell onto Zoro’s back, breathing heavily against his hot skin. Sanji felt like he was floating, transcending himself into euphoria. He slid his softening cock out of the swordsman, releasing the flood of cum to slide down Zoro’s inner thighs. 

He sure did make a mess of Zoro and getting him back in the tub was out of the question. Once was a miracle on its own. He couldn’t just leave them like this, getting into bed covered in cum would be a waste of fresh sheets. 

Sanji looked around for a towel and groaned when he couldn’t find one. With no other option, the blond did the only thing he could think of. 

Sanji dropped to his knees and spread the swordsman’s toned ass open. He licked his tongue up Zoro’s thigh, following the trail of cum until he reached his hole. 

Zoro shuttered and laid flat against the bathroom counter. “Oh god, fuck!” String of moans flowed past Zoro’s lips. It was music to the cook’s ears. 

Sanji sealed his lips around the swordsman’s hole, licking up every last bit of himself. The sounds of Zoro were too tempting. He coaxed a finger with saliva before sliding it in with his tongue. His hands already had Zoro’s insides memorized, curling his fingers against the right spot. 

The swordsman clenched around him, a sign the blond was doing a good job. The deep moans from Zoro only left Sanji craving more. He removed his tongue and replaced it with a second finger, nibbling on Zoro’s ass as he pumped in and out of the stretched hole.

“Oh god Sanji! Sanji fuck!” 

He never knew how much he loved hearing Zoro cry out his name until today. This was definitely something Sanji wanted to hear for the rest of his life. 

The swordsman’s legs shuddered and he released once more, wailing out Sanji’s name like a human praying to God. “Sanji please! Please Sanji! Mmmh Sanji!” 

Zoro’s leg buckled and he fell back into Sanji’s arms, panting heavily. 

“You good Marimo?”

Zoro’s lungs fought for air. He nodded weakly and rested his head on the blond’s shoulder. 

“Can you walk?” Sanji asked, loving how wrecked he made the swordsman. Zoro panted a few times before shaking his head no, causing Sanji’s smile to grow wider. 

The blond hooked his arm under Zoro’s leg and lifted him up, heading back to the bedroom. 

“Never… tell anyone… about this.”

Sanji chuckled at the winded swordsman. “What? Me fucking your brains out or me carrying you like my blushing bride?” 

“Shut up.” Zoro scoffed, hiding his face into Sanji's neck. “The carrying part. I’d gladly tell everyone about you fucking me stupid.” 

Sanji chuckled again and gently lowered Zoro onto the bed. “How about we talk about that when we wake up, okay? I’m gonna go clean up the bathroom before I pass out.”

Zoro bit his lip and nodded. Of course he knew the morning would come, but he didn’t want to face the reality so quickly. He hoped that it wouldn’t be full of yelling and kicking, his body definitely wouldn’t be able to defend from Sanji’s wrath. 

“I'll be right back Mossy, you rest here.” 

Sanji headed back into the bathroom, leaving Zoro with his thoughts. Tonight was undoubtedly the best sex of his life, nothing could compare to it. But could he even allow himself to enjoy it if the lines of consent were blurred? Was his lust for the blond really that hard to control, making Zoro weak enough to give in? It would be so easy to say the demon’s spell affected his judgment too, but Zoro was never one to lie. He couldn’t lie, especially not to Sanji. This grave was dug all by himself, and soon it would be time to rest in it. 

It wasn’t long before Sanji returned, handing over a glass of water to Zoro. The swordsman took the cup with both hands and chugged it. Getting your back blown out sure does make a man thirsty. 

The blond watched over with loving eyes before placing the cup down and crawling into bed. He pulled Zoro close, resting the swordsman’s head on his chest.

“Good night Zoro.” Sanji hummed, stroking Zoro’s hair gently. 

The swordsman sighed and relaxed himself into Sanji’s arms. “Night Curly.” 

Zoro couldn’t deny it anymore. He was weak, so unbelievably weak when it came to the blond. No amount of training would change that, Sanji was his ultimate weakness. 

It didn’t take long for them to drift asleep, breathing steadily in each other’s embrace. Their day had been jam packed with twists and turns, fear and desire. But now it was time to rest, letting the night turn present into past. 

Whatever outcome came once the sun ascended over the horizon, the two men would always have this night together. 

That they were thankful for.