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"You don't have to do this, Marimo."
They're in the galley, just give two of them, the ship docked while everyone else explores the spring island they arrived at earlier in the day. Sanji's standing in front of Zoro and his voice is small, just above a whisper, unsure and hesitant like he's second-guessing the swordsman's decision for him.
Zoro only rolls his eyes, air escaping past his lips in a halfhearted scoff. He props one of his elbows on the back of the bench he's sitting at and leans his head against his hand, pondering what course of action he should take to get his point across Sanji's stubbornness. They've had this conversation many times before, ever since Fishman Island—when chopper confusedly informed everyone Sanji'd need one more blood bag than he'd originally predicted—, and they're not having it again.
A beat of silence passes between them and Zoro's patience is running thin, though he's trying not to show it, only bouncing one of his legs in a way that could be interpreted as him being nervous instead. Which honestly, Sanji should know by now is something impossible.
Don't get Zoro wrong, he's not angry or anything, he just wishes Sanji would stop prioritizing everyone else's comfort and put himself first for once, take what he needs and be unapologetic about it. But if a little push is what he needs, Zoro's more than ready, and willing, to assist him.
Taking a last pointed stare at Sanji's averting form, still fidgeting in place with fingers rubbing together and blue eyes looking off to the side towards the door, as if calculating an escape route, Zoro makes his decision and pulls the blond forward without warning, dropping him right onto his lap.
The galley bench creaks with the added weight, Zoro pressing Sanji closer to him with a hand firmly on his waist and another on the back of his head, keeping him flush against his chest and his face in the crook of his neck.
Sanji's body tenses at the contact and he tries not to breath in Zoro's scent, but it's impossible with how close they are. It's strong, manly and addicting, steel mixed with sweat, the metallic punch of blood and the salt of the ocean, a fragrance that's so naturally Zoro that it feels just like home. It takes over Sanji's senses, swirling in his mind, and he feels himself getting lost in it without a chance to resist.
Zoro's hand presses into him again, still steady and commanding and pulling him impossibly closer, and his robe slides over his shoulder with the motion, exposing a strip of toned, tanned skin. It was obviously an accident, but one that Zoro welcomes with open arms as soon as Sanji grits his teeth to suppress a pathetic whine.
The scent was tempting enough on its own, but add to it the heat of Zoro's skin, the pulse of his blood running just below the surface, and it's enough for Sanji's hunger to take the best of him.
He lets go as if nothing else mattered in the world, opens his mouth so his fangs can sink into pure bliss. Zoro's skin gives in easily as Sanji's teeth go deeper, piercing through tender flesh until hot and fresh blood pours into his mouth, bringing relief and unbridled pleasure with it.
Nothing louder than a small grunt leaves Zoro's lips, the swordsman seemingly immune to the sting of the bite. His hands continue where they are, steadily keeping Sanji in place and silently encouraging him to go for more, to suck harder and take everything he needs.
Sanji moans as Zoro's taste fills his senses, fingers clawing at the swordsman's arms for purchase as he unconsciously stars moving his hips, grinding against Zoro's abs in search of more of that euphoric feeling consuming him.
Blood flows down his throat and drips out the corner of his mouth every time he lets out a soft gasp or a particularly louder and needier moan. He's so lost in pleasure, all his senses clouded, that he doesn't realize how close to the edge he's getting. He starts trembling on Zoro's lap, the movement of his hips becoming more frantic and his knees pressing against the sides of Zoro's thighs with increasing strength.
"Hmmm~" There's a strangled whine when Sanji finally cums in his pants and he ruts against Zoro's hard abs a couple of more erratic times before coming to a stop, mouth remaining latched onto Zoro's neck and sucking lightly as he comes down from his high.
Despite the lack of space between them, Zoro still catches sight of the wet spot now staining Sanji's pants. He stares at it for a few seconds, a shit eating grin forming on his lips as he takes the opportunity to tease Sanji about it.
"Damn, cook, is my blood so good that you came in your pants? Had to grind against me like you were in heat?"
Sanji grunts in embarrassment and attempts to sink his teeth in deeply, but he's too fucked out to cause any real damage.
Cute. Zoro chuckles to himself and turns them around, laying Sanji down on the bench so he can have better access to pull down his pants and underwear. Still in a teasing mood, he takes his sweet time to remove the garments, admiring Sanji's perfect and unblemished skin in the process. His fingers brush against Sanji's hips and thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake that make Sanji shiver in anticipation, the muscles of his legs flexing under the featherlike touches.
"Hurry up, stupid marimo!" Sanji whines and Zoro squeezes his calf as a means to silently tell him to shut up and be patient, though the command is a little late, as Sanji's already started taking matters into his own hands by removing his shirt and tie amidst his eagerness.
Zoro is momentarily stunned by the vampire splayed out under him; fair skin littered with goosebumps, perk nipples, adam's apple bobbing under the attention and thighs squeezing together to hide his arousal from view. His mouth goes dry at the sight, but he thanks the many hours he's spent meditating for helping him get a hold of himself quickly.
When Sanji's clothes are fully out of the way Zoro licks his lips and finally makes his way back up, leaving a trail of kisses up his leg until he reaches what he's been craving. He blows a short puff of air at the stiff length in front of him, checking just how far he can go before Sanji decides to kick his head in, and watches as he instantly shivers instead. Confidence back at full force, he goes for the attack and starts licking right at Sanji's tip, testing the waters as his tongue teases at the slit, and is rewarded with a breathless gasp.
Precum drips on his tongue after each flick and it's not like he needed any more encouragement, but after such delectable reactions he wastes no time in engulfing Sanji's entire length in one go, slurping and sucking harder when it hits the back of his throat, no gag reflex at all.
The noise that comes out of Sanji's mouth in response is nothing shorter than a scream and he quickly moves his hands to grip Zoro's hair, holding on tightly as electric sparks shoot up his body and make his toes curl.
Zoro bobs his head and up and down, keeping a steady pace while his hands massage over Sanji's thighs, closing around them and pinning Sanji's body down every time he feels his hips attempt to shoot up in search of more contact.
"F-fuck, Marimo, don't stop-" Sanji breaths out, desperation increasing when he notices his movements have been restrained, and his fingers grasp Zoro's hair with even more force than before as he feels the pleasure steadily building up low in his belly.
However, Zoro doesn't listen to him and instead does the exact opposite of what Sanji's requested. He lets Sanji's cock go with a loud pop and moves out of the way as a leg trashes up, angrily and frustratingly aiming for his shoulder.
"I told you to be patient, pretty brows." Zoro shakes his head lightly, concealing his amusement at Sanji's feisty behavior.
Sanji huffs and grits his teeth, and he's about to go on an angry rant before Zoro presses two fingers against his lips without so much as an explanation. The vampire stares at the digits for a second, brows furrowed as he gathers his bearings and tries to get his brain to start functioning again and figure out what the gesture is supposed to mean.
Zoro beckons him with a slight raise of his own eyebrows and that seems to do the trick. The fog dissipates from Sanji's mind and he latches onto the digits, biting at the tips and sucking eagerly. Zoro smirks, satisfied, and his visible eye darkens, pupil dilating at his silent order being followed.
"Good boy." He praises and removes his fingers from Sanji's warm mouth after they're coated in a generous amount of blood and saliva. He slowly trails them down a pale neck, past Sanji's clavicle and flicks a nipple on the way, causing goosebumps to erupt over the sensitive skin while the blond shudders under him.
There's a path of blood in his wake when he finally reaches Sanji's entrance and he takes his time circling the rim, more blood smearing everywhere as he watches, fascinated, the ring of muscles clenching over nothing, enticingly inviting him inside.
"S-stop teasing." Sanji whimpers, putting effort into keeping another full body shiver from spreading over him the longer Zoro keeps massaging over his hole.
"But you look so cute down here, so hungry for me." Zoro teases again, but before Sanji has the chance to respond, he slips a finger inside, blood and saliva making the slide easy and wet.
He goes up to the first knuckle, just enough for Sanji to feel the invasion, and what a gorgeous sight that is, his mouth parted and no sounds coming out. Then, as the second knuckle catches on his rim, he lets out a satisfied sigh, relaxing on the bench, open and ready for what Zoro's going to give him.
"So pliant, such a good boy." Zoro praises and slides his finger all the way, reaching as far as it can go. He wiggles it around, massaging the walls and searching for that bundle of nerves that'll turn Sanji even more putty in his hands.
He knows he's found it when Sanji's whole body tenses, hole clenching over his finger and thighs pressing on the sides of his arm, trying to keep him in place and flush against that spot. Zoro smirks and pushes Sanji's thighs open with his free hand, then adds a second finger and readily directs it to Sanji's prostate as well.
He finds a steady pace, moving his fingers back and forth and driving a constant string of moans out of Sanji's mouth.
Without giving him a second to breath, Zoro take's Sanji's length back into his mouth, incessantly attacking his sensitive body on both sides and driving him closer to the edge with each expert swirl of his tongue and press of his fingers.
His mouth on Sanji's cock and fingers in his ass move at an alarming pace, tongue running over the head and catching just under the glans before he swallows the whole shaft in one go while his fingers incessantly pound Sanji's prostate.
And not once does his eye wander off Sanji's face, heated stared completely focused on Sanji's blissed out expression and every little reaction he unconsciously gifts him.
An unrestrained scream is ripped out of Sanji, tears freely falling from his eyes as his body trashes on the bench, being held in place only by the hand Zoro doesn't have buried inside of him. He doesn't know what's affecting him more, if it's the praises Zoro keeps so shamelessly muttering or if it's the onslaught of overwhelming sensations on his lower body. His vision is rapidly clouding, his skin growing hot and tingly all at once. It's an overload against his senses and he feels he's about to fall into an endless pool of delicious pleasure.
But, right as he's about to cum, everything stops.
A sob gets caught in Sanji's throat and his eyes struggle to get Zoro into focus as he hastily props himself up on an elbow, shaking all over, "What the fuck, Marimo?! Why did you stop??" He thinks he sounds angry, but he's so worked up that the most he manages is to sound broken and pathetic, begging for release while he tries to keep another sob from interlacing with his words.
"I want to see you cum as you feed on my blood." Zoro says simply, shrugging and staring up at him with his dick still in his mouth, completely unfazed by his desperate outburst.
Sanji wishes he had the strength to argue, but the image in between his legs is otherworldly and his brain is pure mush after hearing the clarity in Zoro's voice. It's too much to process, the hand nestled against his parted cheeks, his dick warm resting on Zoro's tongue, the fact Zoro's speech hasn't been affected, just like when he's fighting with his swords, but also the expectation of what's about to happen. His whole body shudders and he lets out the breath he's been holding, his thoughts reeling, and watches as Zoro lets go of his dick with a loud pop and licks the precum from his lips.
Zoro positions himself on top of Sanji, his bigger size casting a shadow over the vampire's lithe form, and stares down at him with a certain kind of ferocity in his eyes, like he's admiring his prey right after he got it right where he wanted it. His green robe slides down his muscular back and onto the ground, followed by the haramaki that he pulls over his head with practiced ease. Lastly, he pulls his pants down, just under his balls, to expose his erect member standing at full length, flushed red and dripping against his stomach.
Sanji audibly gulps, barely registering Zoro's lack of underwear in the face of such a marvelous sight. Zoro looks intimidating even to a being like him and his mouth parts in anticipation, fangs glistening as he waits to finally be able to taste all of that power, to have it coat his tongue and warm his insides.
"I'd love to have those fangs brush against my dick, but I'm afraid we're running out of time today. So maybe another day." Zoro winks and, with a hand guiding his dick and the other grabbing the back of Sanji's head, he captures his lips in a searing kiss and starts entering him. The slide is painfully slow and Sanji's moans are completely muffled in the process, swallowed down Zoro's throat amidst his hunger.
When Zoro lets go, there's spit and blood still connecting them, courtesy of Sanji accidentally nipping his bottom lip in the heat of the moment. The string breaks after Zoro pulls back to look at him properly and he chuckles, "Have at it, then." He presents his neck to Sanji as his hips roll against his ass and he finally bottoms out.
Sanji trembles under him, mind reeling with the intensity of Zoro's thrust, but his desire is all consuming, making him act on instinct as he moves forward and sinks his fangs into Zoro's neck with a satisfied hum. He relaxes immediately, going pliant in Zoro's arms, and Zoro takes the opportunity to pull back, leaving only his tip inside, and plumet forward without warning, fully sheathing his dick into that tight hole again.
"Hmmmph!" Sanji lets out a muffled scream that would've alerted the whole ship if his mouth wasn't already occupied. More blood floods over his tongue, his teeth sinking deeper the more Zoro repeats his movements in search of his sweet spot. His reaction doesn't go unnoticed and the smirk on Zoro's face widens.
Zoro adjusts himself into a better angle, knowing exactly where he needs to hit next, and starts a brutal pace, matching the eagerness with which Sanji latches onto his neck and slurps every crimson drop that he can.
There's that familiar haziness building in the corner of Sanji's eyes, his mind starting to float away from his body, carried by the pleasure that's taking over him, and Zoro feels all of that in the way Sanji's sucking becomes sloppy, more licking than actual drinking, and his body tenses up against his.
Just like everything between them, Zoro knows this too is a competition and he's certain he'll win.
The amount of blood taken from him isn't enough to make him sway yet, but it's clearly enough to make Sanji cum soon, so why not speed up the process?
He slides a hand down Sanji's stomach and his fingers close around his hard cock.
"A-ahn!" Sanji jumps in his hold, leaving the crook of his neck for just a split second, and Zoro smirks. Sweet, sweet victory.
He matches the pace of his hips, hand moving up and down with the aid of the precum dripping down Sanji's length. He presses against the vein on the underside until the head of Sanji's cock is an angry, deep red, completely swollen, and thumbs at the slit to tease him just a bit more, the precum oozing through the sides when he threatens to push it inside.
But his hand moves back down, starting a series of fast strokes again until all that can be heard in the galley are the slapping of his balls against Sanji's ass and the wet slide of his hand on Sanji's dripping cock.
They're both close and Zoro knows exactly what to do to take Sanji over the edge. His hand closes over Sanji's tip, his pointer finger pressing into the slit and finally dipping inside, and, at the same time, he aims for Sanji's prostate and hits in with a powerful trust.
It's instantaneous, Sanji unlatches himself from Zoro's neck and a scream is punched out of him as his whole body shakes.
"F-fuck…!" Sanji's hands grip the bench until his fingers turn white and he spills his load over Zoro's hand and his own stomach. He goes taut on Zoro's hold, barely aware that the swordsman continues pumping into him, milking every last drop out of him.
Zoro speeds up, relishing on the pressure of Sanji's hole clenching over his cock until it finally brings him to his own orgasm. He shudders and closes his eye, focusing on getting his breathing under control after the last of his seed shoots into Sanji. The electric waves run through his limbs and dissipate as he comes down from his high and, when he opens his eye again, he realizes Sanji's not moving, steady breathing coming out in soft pants through his parted lips as he lies boneless under him.
Zoro stares at the unconscious vampire for a moment and sighs, shaking his head as a lopsided grin forms on his lips.
He gets up and positions Sanji more comfortably on the bench, covering him with his coat before carding his fingers through his hair.
"See, stupid ero cook, it's really not that bad to lean on me sometimes."