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Zoro wasn't lost.
Just because he'd walked past what looked to be the same tree six times, it didn't mean he was lost.
All trees look the same, everyone knows that. Even if the tree in question was huge, with white bark and pink leaves, and no other trees around the area looked like it - Zoro wasn't lost.
Definitely not.
He scowled after seeing that familiar looking tree for the seventh time, stopping under it to put his hands on his hips and frown.
It was Robin who wanted to stop at this weird island, saying something about the unique wildlife that could be found nowhere else in the Grand Line. It was supposed to be a quick in and out for the crew, everyone agreeing to make it back to the ship before sunset, but somehow both Usopp and Chopper had wandered off.
Zoro didn't really know what happened; one minute they were in front of him, and the next the two were gone. So now he was stuck under this stupid pink tree, scratching his head while looking around in hopes of seeing a long nose or a little horned hat.
When seeing nothing but forest, Zoro sighed and prepared to keep moving.
That is, until a bush rustling behind him made him whip around with a glare.
He was expecting it to be some sort of animal - a beast he could slice and bring back to the ship for his crew. But when a blonde head of hair came into view, Zoro's excitement immediately vanished; dropping his hand from his sword's hilt and clicking his tongue in disappointment.
"There you are, you stupid moss head!" Sanji stormed out from the bushes with a growl, his hair a mess and his light blue shirt spotted in dirt. "Care to explain how the hell you got so far out?"
The immediate nagging made Zoro's eyes roll, ready to walk off without so much as acknowledging the man until being caught by the back of his shirt.
"Oh no you don't," the cook fumed, tugging Zoro roughly to have him stumble to a stop. "Your directionally challenged ass made Chopper come crying to me, so I want an apology."
Zoro's eye twitched, quickly turning around to slap the hand off him and be met with a furious blue. "I didn't ask you to come looking for me, cook!"
"And I didn't ask to have the world's thickest swordsman as a crewmate!" Sanji shot back, poking the man harshly in the forehead every few words. "Yet here we are! So apologise, or I'm not taking you back to the ship!"
The swordsman attempted to grab that annoying hand with a snarl, but he swiped at air when the cook's quick reflexes allowed him to dodge.
"I don't need you to bring me back to the Sunny!" Zoro barked, a vein popping at Sanji's obnoxious scoff.
"You somehow ended up on the other side of this island, moron. It'd take you weeks to find your way without me!"
Zoro had half a mind to slash the guy, but he kept his head best he could while glaring the cook down.
"Weeks without seeing your ugly face? Sounds great."
Sanji grit his teeth and grabbed the front of the swordsman's shirt, trying to get him to move and failing with every rough tug.
"Just come back to the ship, you dolt!"
"Oh, so now you want me back?" Zoro raised an eyebrow, smirking at how easy it was to rile the cook up.
"I don't particularly, no!" Sanji groaned with another annoyed jerk, "But Robin-chan said to hurry back, and I'd rather not keep a beautiful lady waiting!"
That made the swordsman's smirk drop. Robin wasn't someone who found a need to rush through islands - especially ones she wanted to explore.
Now that he thought about it, there was something about this forest that'd kept him on edge the entire time he'd been in it. And that feeling wasn't letting up anytime soon.
"Did she say why?" he asked genuinely, receiving a hot huff from Sanji in return.
"I don't know, something about the plants here. Now get moving or I'll kick you!"
Well, if it was Robin calling the shots, then he supposed he could allow the cook to guide him back to the Sunny.
But there was a feeling Zoro couldn't shake, a nagging suspicion there was something watching them. It'd been itching at him since stepping foot in the forest, but now it was overwhelming - an ominous presence he couldn't overlook.
Zoro looked down to observe the ground, ignoring the cook's insistent tugs as he squinted at the roots of the large tree.
Roots that, he was pretty sure, had not been visible before.
Roots that were a dark purple and completely mismatching the colour of the tree's bark.
Roots that, upon closer inspection, looked somewhat slimy.
"Oi, cook" Zoro spoke lowly, his deep tone making Sanji stop. "Have you seen these before?"
Blue eyes dropped to where the swordsman was looking, Sanji's brow furrowing when spotting the purple plants protruding from the ground.
"What, the roots?" he questioned, releasing Zoro's shirt to step back and put his hands on his hips. "They're all over this place, so what?"
They weren't.
Zoro most definitely hadn't seen them before, and he's certain he'd been in the forest far longer than the cook.
He crouched down to get a closer look, Sanji watching with a curious eye when Zoro reached out to touch the purple roots cautiously.
It was slimy, as expected, but there was something else.
Something that made Zoro's eyes widen.
It twitched.
Roots definitely weren't supposed to do that.
Before he could warn Sanji, and before he could even get his hands on his swords, the purple plant shot out of the grass in a barrage powerful enough to make the ground shake.
The tentacle-like things waved around them, being fast enough to wrap themselves around Zoro's wrist and pull his swords off his side. Sanji watched with wide eyes, quickly recovering from the initial shock to rush forward in an attempt to help the swordsman.
But before he could take even a single step, he was stopped by a tentacle wrapping around his ankle - Sanji's head whipping around as his face contorted into a scowl.
"Get off!" he yelled with a stomp, squishing the thing dead under his free foot and turning back to see the swordsman struggling.
Both of Zoro's wrists had now been caught by the strange being, those tentacles trying to pull a straining swordsman to his knees. Sanji quickly jumped towards him and lifted a leg to kick at the disgusting things, but his attack was completely useless as his foot only slid off the slimy tentacle.
"What the-?!" the cook panicked, switching to using his hands to try to grab them but failing to gain any grip.
"Run, curly!" Zoro growled, his arms shaking to resist the constricting pull. "They're aiming for you!"
Sanji blinked, "What?"
As he said it, another tentacle wrapped around his leg and pulled him off the ground with a yell. Zoro watched with gritted teeth, enraged as the cook was swung upside down in the air - Zoro completely unable to do anything with his hands being forced behind his back.
"Let me go!" Sanji yelled out desperately, trying to kick it off with his free leg and failing when his other ankle was grabbed too.
He dangled in the air uselessly, Zoro finally pulled to his knees in a grunt while Sanji twisted and turned in the plant's grip.
"Why me?!" Sanji shouted, more so at the tentacles, but also at Zoro.
The swordsman's wrists were pushed into his back and tied together by the purple things. Zoro tried his best to struggle against it with all his strength, but to no avail. They'd completely overpowered him and rendered him immobile.
"As if I'd know!" Zoro shouted back, only able to snarl and jerk around in hopes of freeing himself.
His eyes shot up when Sanji suddenly yelped, watching one of the tentacles curl around the man's slim waist and hold him upright. The cook continued to wiggle around in defiance, trying to grip the slimy plant in both hands and tear it away - failing each and every time his fingers slipped off it.
"Maybe try something else, idiot!" Zoro yelled, sweat dripping from his brow and arms shaking.
"Shut up! I don't see you- ah?!"
Sanji tried to argue back, stopping when one of the tentacles around his ankle crept up under the hem of his pants.
His eyes widened significantly, as did Zoro's, the swordsman watching him struggle to reach down and try to stop it.
"O-oi!" he spluttered, gasping when both his wrists were separately wrapped and pulled apart by the purple tentacles - his arms now forced above his head to stop his desperate scramble.
Another tentacle moved up to hover just in front of his face, as if inspecting him, and Sanji stared back with bewildered eyes.
Zoro heard him squeak when it moved forward to slide under his chin, snaking around his neck slowly and sending chills up Sanji's spine from the slippery feeling. The swordsman's mind raced, trying to think of what to do in such a situation, but he completely blanked when the tip of that tentacle moved back around to shove itself into Sanji's mouth.
"Nnh?!"
Sanji jolted, his cheeks going red and eyes stunned wide.
The tentacle didn't move, Zoro watching in shock for something to happen, but instead the cook released a muffled choked noise as it stayed in his mouth. He made that choked noise again as his eyes began to soften, that stunned blue slowly turning hazy before the purple appendage slowly slid out of his mouth.
Sanji was panting when it dropped from his tongue, his lips still parted and face going redder. Zoro noticed the sudden lack of bite the cook usually had, grunting while still trying to get out of the plant's hold.
"Cook? Hey! What did it do?!"
The swordsman could see he was having a hard time focusing, but Sanji eventually swallowed to force some words out.
"It…did something," he managed, Zoro's brow furrowing at the airy tone.
"What?"
"A liquid," Sanji shook, his head starting to drop as his body squirmed, "it made me drink something."
Zoro examined Sanji best he could from his spot, seeing the man squeezing his thighs together and his hands clenching into shaky fists. His breathing had become hot and heavy, his skin starting to glow red, and Zoro had an awful feeling he knew why Sanji was being targeted.
“You gotta resist it,” he stressed, still tugging at his constrained wrists, “keep fighting it!”
“E-easy for you to say,” Sanji tried to glare, his chest heaving sporadically, “you aren’t- mmh!”
The tentacle still around his neck trailed up his jaw, going to his ear and sliding around it to make Sanji squish his head into his shoulder from the ticklish sensation. His eyes lidded when another tentacle appeared beside him and crept down his exposed neck, gliding over his collarbones and making his body twitch while it brushed back and forth in suggestive motions.
“Hah, why is it… ah.”
He couldn’t bite back his light groans, Zoro swallowing at the lewd sounds. This was no time to indulge in such a sight - even if he’d shamelessly thought about the cook this way one too many times - but a shocked gasp made a tingling heat run up his skin when the tentacle on Sanji’s chest snaked under his shirt.
Zoro could see the outline of the tentacle wiggling around, going to one of the cook’s pecs and making Sanji’s body jerk when it focused on that spot. The one around his waist uncoiled itself and dropped down, Sanji now being held up by only his arms and legs.
“Fuck,” Sanji whined with a hitched breath, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip in hopes of controlling those embarrassing noises.
“What’s it doing?” Zoro asked with a shaky swallow, more to himself than the cook.
The question had Sanji scowling, “D-don’t ask me to- aah!”
Sanji suddenly threw his head back, his eyes blown wide when the tentacle on his ear moved to join the other under his shirt. Zoro blinked at seeing the tip of it wiggle out from between the buttons of the collared shirt, the swordsman freezing in place as the second tentacle on his chest also appeared beside it.
They began to extend outwards, straining against the material together; an action that had Sanji viciously writhing around.
“Stop! Don’t-!” he yelled, crying out when the buttons went flying as his shirt popped open.
Pale skin came into view, the shirt being tugged from his pants and showing Sanji’s bare torso. His entire chest was flushed a bright red, his skin slicked up and wet from the slimy tentacles, and Sanji’s eyes teared up when one of the purple appendages moved to play with a perky nipple.
Zoro’s own body started to turn hot, the man clenching his fists and gritting his teeth when trying to ignore the sneaking arousal. By all means, they could die like this, and Zoro groaned at himself when he realised he actually wouldn’t mind that.
He shook his head, cursing under his breath at the thought. He needed to keep fighting against these weird plants, for both of their sakes, but the sound of a long whimper kept him still when his eyes stayed glued to the squirming cook.
Sanji’s second nipple was now being fondled along with the first, his body twitching while his back arched from the erotic carresses. A third tentacle wormed its way up his body, pressing on his abdomen and sliding up and around his naked waist to wiggle back and forth. The touch had Sanji rubbing his thighs together restlessly, his wrists now being pushed side by side for them to be wrapped together and further bound.
Small whines kept escaping him, Sanji’s face burning hot as he melted into the slimy strokes fondling his skin. He peeked an eye open to see Zoro staring right at him, completely transfixed on the embarrassing display, and felt his face burn hotter still.
“S-stop looking at me!” he shouted miserably, turning his head to the side and shuddering when his nipple was squeezed.
Zoro would’ve if he could’ve, but he’d subconsciously given up his struggle in favour of taking in the sinful vision before him. Sanji had, admittedly, always been a forbidden fruit for the swordsman. He knew the cook would never give into those temptations with him, but now Zoro was watching him fidget around; hearing him mewl and whimper from the lubricious petting.
It was too tantalising to look away, making Zoro’s pants tighten and his body shudder at a filthy moan Sanji let out.
The tentacle around the cook’s ankle had started moving again, slipping out from under the hem of his pants and coiling around his leg to reach the front of his belt. It started wriggling around, Zoro not sure what it was doing, but whatever was happening made Sanji thrash around desperately.
“No, stop!” he cried aloud, his wide eyes staring down at the purple appendage as his belt buckle was slowly undone.
The swordsman watched the black leather slide from the metal buckle, his mind going blank at the possible implications.
When it popped open, his mouth went dry.
Was this actually happening?
“Stupid fucking swordsman!” Sanji barked, a tentacle pressing against his pink nub making him break off in a gasp. “D-do something!”
Zoro tried to blink out of his daze, shuffling his arms around to feel he was still stuck to the spot.
“There’s nothing I can do!” he yelled back, eyes glued to that belt slipping steadily from the cook’s pants.
It was almost as if the tentacles were purposefully putting on a show.
That, or Zoro was just incredibly horny.
“You’re not even trying!” Sanji snapped, suddenly pausing when noticing the way the swordsman’s face had flushed a light pink. “Are you enjoying this?!”
“No!” Zoro immediately lied, blue eyes sending a glare that could kill.
“You fucking pervert!” the cook swore viciously, a new fire in his eyes as he turned impossibly red. “The second I get down there I’ll- hah! Aah!”
All malice dropped from Sanji’s tone when the tentacle slithered into his pants and beneath his underwear, his legs quivering and mouth parted in hot moans as it wrapped around his leaking erection. Zoro’s chest heaved in heavy breaths, his head becoming mush with each sweet whine that erupted from the cook’s throat.
Shit, he wanted to touch him.
“Let me go” he growled softly, knowing full well the plant could hear him while tugging at it.
As if to mock him, the tentacle in Sanji’s pants shifted - Zoro noticing from the way the man squealed.
It’d uncoiled itself from his cock; opting instead to slowly slide through his thighs, tickling sensitive skin as it went further back. When the tip glided over a tight hole, Sanji’s body jolted with a sharp gasp.
“W-wait, wait!” Sanji’s eyes were blown wide, his body being tipped forwards slightly to make his hair drape around his blushing face.
He moaned when the tentacle rocked back and forth, slipping over his hole again and again to make him twitch and jerk - applying just enough pressure to tease but never to penetrate. Sanji’s body was burning an unbearable amount, that strange liquid making him feel everything more than he usually would, and he whimpered at the tip sliding around his entrance.
“What’s happening?” Zoro questioned with a stuttered breath, the desperation in his voice a bit too prominent.
Sanji would’ve scowled at him had he not whined loudly, letting his head drop as he wiggled his hips needily.
“I-I can’t-” he tried to speak, his thoughts a jumbled mess from the pleasure, “It... ahh, hah!”
Zoro shook in place, a very obvious bulge now tenting his trousers as he huffed. He noticed a new pair of tentacles floating up behind the cook, the one in his pants giving Sanji a chance to breathe when it slid out - unwrapping itself from around his leg to sit back at his ankle.
The ones hovering precariously around him started to move forwards, Sanji too dazed to spot them, and he startled when they hooked either side of his underwear.
“No” he begged, panicking when those tentacles gradually started dragging the clothing down. “Stop! You stupid-!”
Sanji writhed around helplessly, unable to do anything but yell and complain while more of his skin came into view. He cried out when his dick sprung from his pants, the sudden cool air making him shake, and Zoro was frozen to the spot at the salacious display.
The tentacles dragged further down, more and more flesh slowly appearing; unwrapping Sanji as if he were a gift. The man’s lush thighs emerging from under black material nearly had Zoro drooling, completely engrossed as his eyes trailed down with the clothing.
They eventually reached his ankles, the tentacles pulling the trousers off with his shoes, and Sanji was left shivering with only his open shirt.
The cook frantically tried to cover himself, attempting to push his thighs together to hide his shame, but the tentacles refused to let him when they forced his legs apart.
He whimpered in their hold, his head turned to the side and eyes squeezed shut in a refusal to look at the swordsman, and he couldn’t hold back a groan when those two tentacles beside him curled around his upper thighs.
“Nn, mmh!”
Sanji made light noises when they squeezed and rubbed his newly exposed skin, the slickness of the tentacles allowing them to glide over his plush thighs. He arched with a gasp when his chest started being played with again, visible tears forming in his eyes from the stimulation.
“C-cook” Zoro hesitated, his heart beating so fast he could hear the thumping in his ears.
There was no coherent answer, just a shaky ‘Oh, god’ when Sanji’s cock was wrapped around again. Zoro could see him twitching at the touch, those hips softly jerking and chasing the much needed friction that had Sanji sobbing.
“D-don’t- hah,” he stuttered, panting harder with each stroke, “mmn, Zoro-!”
He moaned the name, nearly making the swordsman moan with him.
Zoro was so hard it hurt.
A long whine had Zoro biting his lip, one of the tentacles coiled around a quivering thigh moving up to slide around Sanji’s entrance once more. It did the same back and forth motion as before, the ticklish sensation sending chills up Sanji’s spine, and his mouth opened in a loud groan when the tip finally pushed past his walls.
It slithered in slowly, the tentacle’s tip as wide as a finger would be, but gradually became thicker the deeper it went. The stretch didn’t hurt, the slickness of the tentacle having softened Sanji completely to give it easy access, and his eyelids fluttered when it wiggled around inside of him.
“Oh, shit,” Sanji gasped, involuntarily swaying his hips with the tentacle's pleasurable movements.
Zoro was panting on the ground like a dog, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat while watching the cook being taken by the perverted plant. One of Sanji’s thighs continued to be squeezed and groped, his dick was dripping an endless stream of precum, his chest was being rubbed and played with on both nipples, and his hole was being used with shallow thrusts.
The sight was far too seductive, and it was all tied together with the euphoric look on Sanji’s flushed red face.
The swordsman audibly growled, his hips jolting upwards pathetically to make the tentacles around his wrists tighten. Now he knew this thing was definitely laughing at him.
A second tentacle crept up and around Sanji’s naked waist, slithering down his lower back to join the first and push inside him alongside it. It had Sanji throwing his head back with a cry, his back arching and toes curling as he tried to move his hips along with the intruding tentacles.
They flicked along his sensitive walls in sporadic movements, thrusting deeper to make his back arch further as blue eyes rolled up into his head. Zoro could see all the fight had left his body, Sanji instead accepting the pleasure and releasing high pitched whines with every sudden thrust.
“Shit, cook” Zoro drooled, licking his lips every few seconds and groaning, “You should see yourself right now.”
“Zo-ro!” Sanji choked, his head dropping down to look towards the swordsman. Those usually clear blue eyes were clouded in a haze of lust, his mouth parted to let out heavy pants, and his regularly kempt hair was sticking to his flushed face in golden streaks. “Feels - ah! - so good! Zoro!”
His name being moaned a second time made the swordsman’s hips jerk again, Zoro biting his lip so hard it threatened to draw blood.
A particularly rough plunge from the tentacles had Sanji convulsing, hitting a sweet spot that forced a sob from his throat. They hit it again to make tears drop down his blushing cheeks, Sanji’s voice cracking and teeth clenching together in bliss.
The tentacle wrapped around his waist tightened as the other two abruptly slid out of him, his arms and legs staying bound as the cook took a large gasp of air and shuddered at the empty feeling. Zoro’s eyes widened when Sanji’s body was moved, floating closer towards him and being flipped around so he was positioned flat on his back.
They were only a few metres apart now, the tentacles tipping him diagonally for Sanji’s head to loosely drop back, and Zoro swallowed when he realised he was eye level with the blushing cook.
Sanji was just aware enough to notice the bewildered eyes staring into his own, wiggling around and weakly crying ‘S-stop’, only to be cut off by a whimper when his legs were pulled apart.
The tentacles pushed them up and spread them wide, the embarrassing position making Sanji’s face burn as he tried to turn away from the swordsman, and Zoro’s throat went dry at a new purple appendage appearing up from behind the cook.
It was thicker than the others - much thicker - gliding up Sanji’s body lasciviously to make him squirm. It moved from his thighs, to his stomach, to his chest; sliding off the crane of his neck to hover just above his face and sit still.
The tip of it was pointing directly at Zoro, seemingly staring at him, and his blood turned hot when it caressed the cook’s face to force a mewl.
“Fucking bastard!” he tugged against his constraints with a snarl, a blinding rage now mixing with his stuffy head.
Sanji jolted when the large tentacle started to move back down, snaking over his skin to leave goosebumps in its wet trail. Blue eyes widened when it pressed against his twitching entrance, Zoro’s own breath hitching at Sanji’s back arching as it slowly pushed in - his mouth open in a broken gasp.
“Ah…ah!” Sanji’s entire being trembled fiercely, his expression frozen in shock with his eyes glassy and unblinking.
Zoro tried to yank himself free again, worried the cook was actually in pain this time, but stilled when those blue orbs rolled into the back of Sanji’s head as a long moan erupted from his throat.
“Fuck!” Sanji shook with eyelids fluttering, the thick tentacle going as deep as it could and filling him to the brim.
Zoro could see every detail of his face, from his wet lips to his long lashes brushing his cheeks, and felt his cock twitch at the wrecked whine the gorgeous blonde made.
The tentacle slowly began sliding out, rubbing graciously against Sanji’s tight walls as it did, and hammered forward to elicit a euphoric scream. It pulled back to repeat that same action, the cook’s body bouncing from the force as he wailed at the intense sensation.
Sanji had only a moment to catch his breath before he was pounded into feverishly, Zoro shifting around with depraved huffs and a flushing face as those unfocused eyes stared right at him. Each melodic moan caused his skin to burn, each jerk of that perfect body turned his head to mush, and Sanji’s sudden incoherent babbling only made Zoro groan desperately.
“Zoro!” Sanji cried between needy gasps, his voice sounding completely fucked out, “Aah! Zoro!”
The swordsman didn’t know why Sanji was moaning his name, but it worked to make his chest heave in lustful pants. He leaned forward as far as he could, aching to touch the cook in front of him, but whined in despair at Sanji being completely out of reach.
“Dammit, Sanji! ” Zoro growled, biceps rippling as he dug his boots into the ground and tried to push forward.
Sanji sobbed at his name being said, the thick tentacle inside him stuffing his hole and wiggling around to press against sensitive areas. His thighs were quivering uncontrollably, his hands balled into white knuckled fists, and he kept his gaze directly on Zoro when that heat in his body started to build overwhelmingly.
“Zoro…!” he stretched out the name in a long moan, his eyes blown wide as his back arched with a rough thrust. “ I-I’m gonna-! Hah!”
The tentacle’s thrusting turned frenzied, the one wrapped around Sanji’s waist now rocking his body back and forth in time with the one inside him, creating a pleasurable rhythm that had the cook drooling.
“I can’t, I-” Sanji panted, expression completely gone while repeating those broken words again and again. “Zoro, I wanna- I can’t-!”
His eyes looked as if they were begging Zoro for something, possibly a sweet release that only he could give, and the swordsman whimpered at being unable to give him that.
“Fuck, come on, Sanji ” Zoro exhaled shakily, incapable of tearing his eyes away from the man’s pleading form. “Cum for me.”
With one more deep plunge from the thick tentacle - the purple appendage pushing against his sweet spot mercilessly - Sanji screamed Zoro’s name as his back arched impossibly high.
His orgasm racked through his entire body, Sanji’s mind blanking from the profound ecstasy, and Zoro groaned with each heavenly sob that escaped those divine lips.
The tentacle around his waist squeezed tight, holding the cook still as the one inside him milked Sanji dry with shallow thrusts. After a few more quiet whines, it finally slid out of him; Sanji trembling at being left empty and spent.
His body was tipped upright, gently planting him on his feet, and the tentacles around Zoro’s wrists released him simultaneously with the ones around Sanji’s waist and limbs.
The cook immediately stumbled, quickly falling to the ground, and Zoro thought of nothing else when he rushed forward to catch Sanji in his arms.
“Cook…” Zoro whispered softly, kneeling down into the grass and cradling Sanji in his arms, “you alright?”
A flushed red chest heaved heavily, blue eyes sluggishly blinking to gradually come back into focus. They stared up at the swordsman, the haze clouding them beginning to clear.
“You…” Sanji managed to speak, gripping a tanned arm tight and shifting a foot to try and sit upright.
“You need to rest,” Zoro frowned in worry, watching the blonde wobble slightly.
Sanji grabbed his head, swallowing before repeating “...you.”
Zoro sighed, “Yes, me. Now let me-”
He was cut off with a sharp kick to his jaw, the swordsman suddenly sent flying back and skidding through the dirt from the impact.
Zoro slammed into the white tree painfully, grabbing the back of his head and groaning at the definite bump that was forming. “What the fuck, curly?!”
He looked up to see a blushing red Sanji, the man trying his very best to glare through his obvious embarrassment.
“Y-you-!” Sanji sputtered, the kick allowing him to stand for a short moment before collapsing back on the ground. He grabbed either side of his shirt with one hand and tugged it closed, hiding himself from the brute before him. “You just watched!”
Zoro tried to hide his own blush at the accusation, sitting up and scowling at the cook. “It’s not like I could do anything!”
“Your crewmate is being felt up by some- by some thing!” Sanji spat, his eyes wide and appalled, “And you just watch?!”
The swordsman growled and stood up, stomping to where his swords had been thrown by the now vanished tentacles. “What, like you weren’t enjoying it?!”
Sanji’s eyes went wider, his face burning a brighter red at the words. “T-that’s besides the point!”
“I think that very much is the point,” Zoro scoffed, picking up the cook’s pants next to throw them at him. “You moan a man’s name like that and expect me not to look, huh?!”
Sanji caught the pants with a flustered expression, his eyes tearing up as he dejectedly looked down at the ground. Zoro noticed his wobbling lip, sighing when he picked up both shoes to walk over to him.
“Just get dressed, cook, and we can forget this happened.”
He hoped Sanji would go along with it, dropping the shoes in front of him and waiting expectantly.
But the cook could never make things easy.
“I-I saw the way you were looking at me!” he tried to argue, still staring at the ground in a huff.
Zoro clicked his tongue when he prepared to fight back, but froze as Sanji quietly continued.
“So of course I…may have…thought about you.”
Zoro’s eyebrows shot up, his cheeks tinting pink from the sudden confession, “What did you say?”
“Anyone would!” Sanji quickly retorted, looking up with a glowing face, “You were like a- a dog in heat!”
The swordsman’s expression immediately dropped back to a scowl, but he let himself fall to the ground and sit next to the awkward blonde - the two sitting quietly together in an uncomfortable silence.
Sanji glanced over to the man, eyes shifting up and down his form before swallowing and glancing back.
“Are you still…you know…” he mumbled, the implication obvious.
Zoro very much was still hard, painfully so, but he willed himself to calm down for the cook.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Because I-” Sanji bit his lip, shyly gazing through his lashes, “I wouldn’t…mind.”
Zoro’s head would’ve hit the roof, had he been under one.
“Not helping, cook,” he gritted out, his body once more bubbling in excitement from the offer.
Sanji quickly shut up at that.
The quiet surrounded them again, the two men not knowing what to say while Sanji carefully slid his underwear on. Zoro stared at the large pink tree in front of them blankly, his lips eventually curling into a frown when something came to mind.
“I think I remember what Robin said about this place,” he mumbled, Sanji perking up next to him, “didn’t she say the plants here pick favourites?”
Sanji made a noise of recollection, staring at the tree with the swordsman, “Yeah, it was that.”
The statement at the time made no sense, but with Sanji now sitting next to him - legs bare and hair a mess - Zoro couldn’t help smirking.
“Guess you were chosen.”
“Shut up,” Sanji burned up again, clenching his shirt tighter.
Zoro chuckled to himself, lying back to be cushioned by the lush grass beneath him.
“Can’t say I blame them, though.”
The cook’s eyes widened slightly, glancing over to a smiling swordsman to see the man looking back.
Another silence surrounded them, but this time, a much more comfortable one.
“...shut up.”
Sanji said again, trying and failing to hide his blushing red face.