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They’re in Alabasta and Zoro is... distracted. He’s never had much of a problem with this in the past—in fact, it’s one of greatest strengths. His laser-focused determination is something he prides himself in, usually, so this happening now, when the stakes are high… when millions of lives are riding on getting Vivi to Yuba to meet the rebel leader… It’s odd, to say the least.
He’s never experienced anything like this before. He’s easily riled up, sure, we’ve all seen him bicker with Sanji, but he’s always kept his eyes on the prize. No matter what, he’s always been able to tune out the bullshit when it really mattered.
This time, though, he’s struggling. It’s humiliating. His thoughts keep drifting, even in battle, even when he’s trying to get some fucking rest.
That’s exactly why he’s here, awake in the middle of the night, when he should be sleeping and regaining his strength. Traveling in the desert is so much goddamn work. It uses more energy than he ever could’ve imagined, and since the stupid camel won’t let him ride it, he has to spend all day on his feet, trudging through the sand. It’s brutal, honestly. As silly as it may sound, he’s not used to being awake for long stretches of time. Until now, he’s been able to nap whenever he wants. Now that he can’t, now that he is forced to maintain normal waking hours, he’s fucking exhausted. He’s drained.
So why the fuck is he up right now? He’s so tired his eyes are starting to burn, and yet he still can’t fall asleep. Zoro, the man who can sleep any time, any place, is awake, lying in his sleeping bag staring up at the stars, plagued by his own brain.
He could blame the subject of his musings, of course, but that’s a cop out. At the end of the day, Zoro is the one incapable of controlling his own thoughts. He’s the one whose resolve is failing. He should be better than this.
It’s not Ace’s fault.
Admittedly, it would be very easy to blame him, because he is certainly not helping. He wouldn’t be nearly as distracting if he would just put a goddamn shirt on. Newsflash, asshole, you’re in the desert. Exposing that much skin is asking to be roasted by the relentless sun. He’s shrugged on a covering, sure, but if the garment doesn’t actually fucking cover anything, then what’s the point!
Ace putting on a shirt would solve, like, 80% of Zoro’s problems. If Ace covered those arms, that goddamn waist, Zoro could get through this. He still has his fluffy hair and handsome face and all those freckles, of course, but those are much easier to ignore. Zoro could survive that, if that's all it was.
But no. Ace has to prance around half naked, being all funny and magnetic and strong. That asshole.
Let’s cut the shit and get to the heart of this: Zoro has a crush on Luffy’s hot brother and it is kind of ruining his life. It’s making him slow in battle. It’s keeping him up at night. God, he just needs Ace to plow him already, so he can get his head on straight, or as straight as it’ll get.
That’s all it is, really. It’s an infatuation with Ace’s body. It may or may not have something to do with the fact that Zoro hasn’t gotten laid since joining up with Luffy.
Who’s to say.
Deciding to finally take the L on sleep for now, Zoro gets up, carefully tiptoeing around the others. The boys are all sprawled out in a circle, sleeping bags half on, limbs overlapping, as is typical for them. When Ace first saw them do it, he shook his head and said, “Just like a pile of puppies.” The girls are tucked away safe in their tent. Ace, oddly enough, is nowhere to be found, but that’s not a concern. The man is like a cat: he tends to do as he pleases, wandering off when he feels like it. He always finds his way back.
Zoro heads out of the small ravine they’ve set up camp in, figuring that as long as he stays within view of the entrance, even he can’t get lost. (<- man who will never learn.)
The first thing he does once he’s far enough away is take a piss. After that, he just kind of wanders around, trying to exhaust himself enough to pass out. Having always had such ease with finding sleep, he’s never developed any tricks for tiring himself out. He’s just throwing shit at the wall and seeing what sticks. So far, nothing has.
Eventually, he stops walking, his calves aching. No amount of training can eliminate the buildup of lactic acid in the muscles. When he looks around, his gut clenches. He can’t see the entrance to the ravine.
Goddamn it, he got his ass lost again. This is so fucking humiliating.
“Shit,” he spits, kicking the sand.
“Lost already?” comes a voice suddenly, and Zoro nearly jumps out of skin, quickly drawing Wadou. “Whoa, hey, Zoro, relax, it’s me,” says the voice, which he now realizes is familiar. It sends a shiver down his spine.
Sheathing his sword, Zoro turns around to shoot Ace a powerful glare. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“It’s my fault you weren’t paying attention?”
Annoyed, Zoro doesn’t say anything.
“What’re you doing out here, anyway?” asks Ace, who is still not wearing a shirt, despite the frigid temperature. Freak.
Pulling his cloak tighter around himself, Zoro says, “Couldn’t sleep.”
Luckily, Ace doesn’t know him well enough to understand how atypical of him that is. The man just takes it for what it is, nodding sympathetically and saying, “Me, too. Why’d you wander out so far?”
“Dunno. I didn’t realize how far I’d gone.”
“Do you want me to take you back?”
Does he? Not really. It’s kind of beautiful out here, with the wide ocean of sand spread before them almost sparkling in the moonlight. Besides, if he went back now, he still wouldn’t be able to sleep. “Not yet,” says Zoro, because he does, at least, understand that he will not be making it back without Ace’s help. “Still not tired.”
Ace steps closer, then, and Zoro lets him. Even with two feet between them, Ace exudes warmth enough to feel. He takes a long look at Zoro, up and down his body, and then says, “You look tired, though.”
“I’m exhausted,” admits Zoro through gritted teeth. He’s so fucking over this. Maybe Ace has some advice? “But I can’t fucking sleep.”
Nodding sagely, Ace says, “Yeah, I know that feel. What do you normally do when this happens?”
“This has never happened before.”
“Real shit?” Ace looks, of all things, impressed. “Damn, dude. I’m jealous. This happens to me almost every night, it makes me want to tear my hair out. It makes no sense, you know, ‘cause I’ll randomly fall asleep during the day, so why not at night? But no, man. Nothing.”
Zoro shifts ever so slightly closer, trying to get a good look at Ace’s face. It’s a little difficult with only the moon to see by, but upon close inspection, he can see the bags under Ace’s eyes. He can also see every freckle, but that’s neither here nor there. Licking his lips, Zoro says, “You look tired, too. What do you usually do on nights like this?”
For some reason, Ace steps even closer. They’re nearly touching, at this point, and Zoro feels like he’s standing next to a furnace. He starts to sweat slightly and quickly realizes that it must be a side effect of Ace’s Devil Fruit power.
“You wanna hear what I’d tell my brother?” asks Ace, voice now husky. “Or do you wanna know the real answer?”
Wait, shit, okay. This got kind of steamy all of a sudden. Zoro’s heart starts to thump as he realizes that Ace may very well be propositioning him right now. He needs to be sure, though, so he replies, “Tell me the truth.” His voice, too, is husky, deepening to a growl.
Grinning a wide, predatory grin that makes Zoro’s hands sweat, Ace steps even closer. Their chests press together and neither retreats. Leaning in, Ace drags his lips against Zoro’s ear and purrs, “I get laid.”
God, fuck yes. Fuck yes! This is exactly what he needs. “Does that really help?” asks Zoro, reaching out to finally wrap his hands around the waist that’s been tormenting him. The skin there is warm, so warm that Zoro forgets the frigid chill around them.
“Why don’t you find out?” Smile in his voice, Ace licks Zoro’s earlobe, across his piercings, making them jingle softly.
With a growl, Zoro tightens his grip on Ace’s waist, pulling the man back slightly so they can see each other’s faces. There’s a sly, smug smile tugging at Ace’s lips, like this is exactly what he’d planned for. Zoro leans in and kisses that stupid look off his face.
If he thought Ace’s waist was warm, the man’s lips are flame. Every kiss burns Zoro from the inside out.
When their lips meet, it’s like a dance, a searing back and forth that has Zoro hard in his pants in no time flat. It would be humiliating if Ace wasn’t equally affected, his swollen cock pressing against Zoro through the layers of fabric between them. Maybe he’s wanted this just as bad as Zoro has.
Their kisses get sloppy as Ace’s hands start to wander, starting at Zoro’s neck and traveling over his shoulders, seemingly enjoying the breadth of them. Zoro slides his hands up, trailing across Ace’s taut abs and up to his heavy pectorals. He cups them in his hands, feeling the weight of them, and then squeezes roughly. Ace groans.
“You’ve got fat tits,” Zoro rasps, thumbing over Ace’s pink nipples.
Licking a stripe up Zoro’s cheek, Ace says, “Bet they’re even fatter than yours. Lemme see ‘em.” With that, he pushes at the bunched up fabric resting around Zoro’s neck and shoulders.
Rolling his eyes, Zoro obligingly rids himself of the cloak. When he goes to toss it behind them, though, Ace stops him with a hand on the wrist. The strength of the movement, the power in just Ace’s one hand, makes Zoro dizzy with arousal. God, he wants this man to fuck him until he splits in half. “Wait,” says Ace, “gimme that.”
Zoro watches on in mildly stunned silence as Ace takes the cloak and spreads it out over the sand. Unfolded, the garment looks much bigger than it feels when Zoro is wearing it. It’s about the size of a full-sized bedsheet.
“I’m not fucking in the sand,” Ace says plainly.
“Makes sense,” says Zoro. “Good thinking. I don’t want that shit in my hole.” Oh, wow, he just kind of said that, huh? He’s so fucking tired.
Ace is on him in a second, cradling Zoro’s face in his hands, kissing him hard, their teeth clacking. When he pulls back to meet Zoro’s gaze, his eyes are black, pupils so wide they’ve swallowed the iris. He licks his lips and growls, “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll feel it all day tomorrow.”
Having seen Ace fight, Zoro fucking believes that. It makes his knees weak. He doesn’t wobble, but he wants to. “Take your clothes off now,” he tells Ace as he shucks off his own shirt, “if you don’t want them ripped.”
With a wicked grin, Ace obliges, pulling off his shoes and socks and stepping out of his stupid shorts. His gray boxers are tented. There’s a dark spot where precum has soaked into the fabric. It makes Zoro’s mouth water—he needs to taste Ace’s cock, and he suspects that this encounter is going to be his only chance to do so.
Zoro makes quick work of his own pants and briefs, dumping them on top of Ace’s discarded clothing.
Soon, they’re staring at each other from across the sand, naked and glistening in the moonlight. Ace’s dick is fat and heavy between his legs.
With a sardonic flourish, Ace gestures for Zoro to lie down, but he instead stays standing, shaking his head. “You lie down,” Zoro says. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
Once he hears that, Ace is scrambling to obey, quickly throwing himself down onto the cloak and spreading his legs wide. He looks beautiful, like his, sprawled on his back and chest heaving. Zoro’s gonna suck the soul out of him.
Smirk on his face, Zoro lowers himself onto Ace. Instead of making right for the man’s dick, Zoro starts with his face, presses hot kisses against his lips and jaw.
Ace groans deep in his throat, tilting his head back so Zoro has access to the pale column of his neck. Obligingly, Zoro trails down the side Ace’s throat, kissing and licking and sucking. His skin is so hot that Zoro’s dizzy with it. Then, he bites down, right where the neck meets the shoulder, and Ace’s hips buck up so hard Zoro nearly gets dethroned. Oh, he likes that, huh?
With a grin, Zoro slides down a bit and bites into the meat of Ace’s shoulder. Ace moans.
Zoro hums happily, quite pleased with himself. He licks and bites his way over Ace’s collarbones before traveling down to those fat tits. Despite being gay, Zoro’s always been a boobs man, so he’s having the time of his life here.
Apparently Ace is sensitive, because every time Zoro squeezes his tits or sucks his nipples, he whines and bucks his hips. His dick is hard as steel as it rubs against Zoro’s abs, smearing them with precum.
“I thought you said you wanted my cock in your mouth,” Ace growls, flushed all the way down to his neck. He’s almost glowing with it.
Zoro bites down hard on Ace’s nipple and the man mewls. “I’ll get there,” says Zoro. “Don’t rush me.”
Ace grumbles but says nothing more, resigning himself to his fate. That’s the wise choice, here, because Zoro won’t spread his ass until he’s had his fun.
Slowly but surely, Zoro licks and sucks and bites his way down Ace’s torso. He takes his time with it. Every movement makes Ace squirm, muscles flexing under teeth and tongue. Even now, Zoro can feel the power there, barely contained under scalding skin.
He does eventually make it down to Ace’s cock, which is of average length and above average girth. Just like his tits, his dick is fat as hell. Zoro’s mouth waters.
Not to brag or anything, but Zoro has gotten many a compliment about his blowjob skills, and he’s deserved every single one of them. He gives damn good head, largely due to the fact that he lacks a gag reflex.
Because of his proficiency, Zoro doesn’t play around. He doesn’t lave the head with coquettish kitten licks. He doesn’t rub his lips along the shaft. He wraps his hand against Ace’s white-hot cock, stroking once from root to tip, then he leans in and licks across the fat head. Then he looks Ace in the eye and swallows him down to the base.
Ace howls. It’s the sexiest sound Zoro’s ever heard in his life.
Within seconds, Ace’s hands are buried in Zoro’s hair, pulling hard. Zoro whines around Ace’s dick, the sound reverberating in his throat, which always makes the guys he sucks off go crazy. Ace is no exception.
Groaning loudly, Ace keeps one hand in Zoro’s hair but trails the other one across his face, almost reverent. For all its softness, it still burns.
Zoro lets his muscle memory take over, here, as he bobs his head and lets his mouth do its thing.
He dips his tongue into the slit, licks around the crown, takes it down to the hilt and swallows, anything that made the others squirm. He’s had a lot of practice following the cues given by other people’s bodies, so he has Ace’s thighs trembling in no time.
Eventually, Ace figures out that Zoro’s throat can take anything, and he starts fucking up into the wet heat of Zoro’s mouth. The fingers buried in his hair guide his head along Ace’s cock and Zoro lets it happen, happy to be used like this. He hums as drool pools under his tongue and spills out the sides of his mouth.
“Fuck,” Ace hisses eventually. The tip of his cock hits the back of Zoro’s throat again and he tosses his head back, every muscle in his thick arms flexing. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum, man!”
Well, we can’t have that! There’s still more work for that cock to do. Zoro pulls off him in a flash, settling back into his knees, watching the other man with dark eyes. They’re both sweaty and panting.
Breathing heavily, Ace huffs, “I think that might’ve been the best head I’ve ever gotten.”
Zoro knows he can’t fight the smug grin that wants to pull at his lips, so he doesn’t bother to try, letting the expression settle onto his flushed face. He wipes some of the spit off the corner of his mouth and flashes all his teeth. “I seem to have a talent for it,” he says, voice raspy for how deep he took Ace.
“Understatement of the year, man, you just sucked the fucking soul out me! Maybe you should be aiming for ‘world’s best cocksucker’ instead of ‘world’s best swordsman’,” Ace says playfully, winking at Zoro. That good, huh? It’s nice to know he didn’t lose any skill after being out of practice for so long. “Actually, you know what? You could do both.”
Yeah, he could do both. But he’s not really concerned about the world title, right now. All he’s thinking about is getting Ace inside of him.
As if reading his mind, Ace slides out from under Zoro and quickly pushes him onto his back, looming over him. As much as Zoro loves being pinned down and straddled, he squirms all the same. There’s something difficult about letting himself feel small.
He does it, and he loves it, but it’s never easy.
When Ace kisses him, it’s like a volcanic eruption, all sparks and liquid heat. Ace’s lips are like lava, fitting perfectly in all of Zoro’s nooks and crannies. Their cocks grind against each other and they both groan.
“Is it sexy or too presumptuous of me that I brought lube out here when I came looking for you?” Ace asks, the words panted into Zoro’s ear.
Huffing a laugh, Zoro says, “You could do both.”
“Fair, fair,” hums Ace agreeably, sitting up to dig through the pockets of his discarded shorts. “Though that doesn’t really work.” Zoro shrugs, at that, because his point was made, and that’s what matters to him. He’s a swordsman, not a wordsmith. “Maybe you’ll change your tune when I get my fingers inside you and it’s not just spit.”
Knowing full well what only spit for lube feels like, Zoro’s tune is changing already. He won’t tell Ace that, though, because he’ll probably be a bastard about it.
The oil that Ace eventually pulls out is light orange and fragrant. If Zoro had a more refined palette, he’d be able to tell what it is, but as it stands, he knows nothing. (It’s sweet almond oil. He should recognize it, but he doesn’t, because he’s an idiot and a neanderthal.)
Ace then settles himself between Zoro’s spread legs, smile on his lips and bottle of oil in his hands. “Anything I should know before getting in here?” he asks, trailing his searing hands along Zoro’s inner thighs.
“Like what?”
“I dunno. Some guys don’t want their dicks touched, some need you to touch ‘em, some want to be prepped a certain way… Who knows, man.”
After taking a moment to consider, Zoro shrugs and says, “Just do it. If I don’t like something, you’ll know. I promise.” He flexes his thighs, then, enjoying the feel of Ace’s head between them. His hair is soft.
Snickering, Ace hums, “Oh, you’re going to be fun, aren’t you?”
With that, Ace leans forward and takes Zoro’s leaking cock into his mouth, noisily slurping at the head. It’s kind of gross but it’s mostly hot as fuck. Zoro can see the outline of his cockhead through Ace’s cheek.
When Ace’s finger first touches his hole, Zoro nearly jumps out of his skin. He doesn’t move, though, or even flinch, because he’s a fucking warrior. He just clenches his teeth and then forces himself to relax his jaw. It has nothing to do with his feelings over being topped, mind you—he was just startled. Despite knowing this was Ace’s whole reason for being between Zoro’s legs, he’d gotten lost in the sensation of the man’s lips on his dick.
Honestly, that was probably the point. It’s a technique he’s used on nervous partners before.
He doesn’t need it, though. While some may suspect that he has reservations over being fucked, he doesn’t, and in fact it has never even occurred to him that he should. Zoro is the kind of man who would rather die than live in shame. Why should he be ashamed of something that feels good, of something that his body is good at, of something that he has so much fun doing? It’s ridiculous. He’s never considered doing anything other than living his life authentically at any cost.
Having sex with men is something he does naturally. That’s the truth of the matter. Other people may feel a certain way about it, may expect him to feel a certain way about it, but those people don’t matter.
The only people who matter are Zoro’s partners.
Speaking of partners, his most recent partner preps him slowly, with so much care that Zoro kind of wants to throttle him. He’s impatient by nature and they’ve been out here for a while and god he needs a fucking cock inside him right now! Stat!
“C’mon, shithead, hurry it up,” Zoro grumbles, hitting the back of Ace’s head with his heel.
Rolling his eyes and dodging a second kick, Ace says, “You’re not relaxed enough, yet.” He has three fingers pistoning in and out of Zoro’s hole, which seems like plenty, really, if you ask Zoro.
“I can take it.”
“I don’t care if you can take it or not,” Ace says mildly. “I won’t fuck you until I’m sure you’re only going to enjoy it. None of that clenched teeth, staying strong through the pain kind of shit.”
“Like I said,” Zoro growls petulantly, “I can take it.”
“Like I said,” Ace says in response, voice laced with steel, “I don’t care.”
After that, the pace is agonizing. Ace’s fingers slide leisurely, sometimes trailing along Zoro’s inner walls, brushing by his sweet spot but never quite finding it. Zoro arches his back and writhes and cants his hips but nothing he does makes Ace go any faster. In fact, the more he moves, the slower Ace fingers him.
They both know that Zoro is plenty strong enough to do something about it if he really wanted to. They both know he won’t. Ace has finally assumed total control, and Zoro is finally able to let him.
So Zoro lies there, flat on his back, legs spread wide, panting and groaning as Ace ever so slowly opens him up. It’s torture. It’s rapture. Zoro feels himself burning from the inside out, magma flowing through his veins instead of blood.
Ace’s fingers are long and thin, delving deep into Zoro and stoking the fire at the heart of him. The almond oil is fragrant and heady.
Four fingers, finally, and Zoro keens. He’s so loose and ready he barely feels the difference.
“Alright, turn over for me,” Ace says eventually, pulling back his hand and standing up. “C’mon, on your stomach, Zoro.” His cock is swollen and red and leaking heavily.
With only a little bit of grumbling, Zoro obliges, eventually settling on his knees and elbows, back arched and ass up. He knows he looks good like this. Ace’s choked moan seems to agree. As sultrily as he can manage, Zoro looks back over his shoulder, half-lidded eyes meeting Ace’s.
“Fuck,” Ace groans, leaning forward like a man possessed to knead the meat of Zoro’s ass. “This thing looks so much flatter under your pants.”
Licking his lips, Zoro says, “Most of your balance comes from those muscles.” It’s true, actually. Kuina taught him that, many years ago, when he’d teased a fellow student over their big butt. At first, he thought she was joshing him, but as he’s gotten older and stronger (and more to the point: more balanced) it’s become obvious that she was telling the truth. You need a steady base if you want your swordsmanship to be anything more than passable.
“What, so you have an ass workout?”
Snickering, Zoro replies, “Something like that.”
“This doesn’t feel like all muscle, though,” says Ace, humming thoughtfully as he continues to squeeze. “This is a bonafide Fat Ass.”
“I thought you were going to fuck me. Why are you complaining about my ass?”
A sharp slap, then, to Zoro’s right cheek. He moans. “I’m not complaining,” says Ace, massaging the reddening flesh, “I’m just saying. Your ass is fat and I fucking love it. Besides, I’m going to be fucking it, shouldn’t I get familiar with the lay of the land?”
“You’d get even more familiar with your dick inside it,” lilts Zoro, hoping for another spank.
Ace the mind-reader laughs heartily and obliges, slapping Zoro’s other cheek with the flat of his hand. Zoro leans into it, panting, ready to just fucking take it.
“Alright, alright, Mister Impatient,” Ace says, shit-eating grin evident in his voice. “Behave, and I’ll give you what you want.” His hands burn like brands where they grip Zoro’s waist, squeezing tight. Zoro relishes in the feeling of being pinned down.
Obediently, he keeps his mouth shut.
When the head of Ace’s cock enters him, Zoro can’t help but hiss, trying to resist the urge to just slam his hips back and take it in full. He’s not in charge, here, and he wants to do as he was told. He wants to be good for Ace. If Ace wanted to be fully sheathed, he’d be fully sheathed. All Zoro needs to do is keep still and hope that the man takes pity on him and gives him what he wants, because damn does he want to be split open. He wants to feel like Ace’s fat dick is cleaving him in half.
After a solid minute of the two of them sitting there, just the head inside, Ace growls into his ear, “Can you can take it all?” What a shitty thing to ask, considering how long the man spent making damn sure that Zoro was nice and loose. Of course he can.
“God, yes, fuck me,” Zoro rasps instantly.
Chuckling, Ace readjusts himself, settling more comfortably onto his knees and leaning heavily over Zoro’s back. “Yessir,” he hums playfully, scalding hands tightening even more around Zoro’s waist. Then, he plunges his hips forward with all his might, and Zoro fucking screams.
He feels so full he could cry, the rim of his hole stretching desperately to fit the girth of Ace’s cock.
Ace pulls back, then, the head of his dick nearly pulling free of Zoro’s hole, but not quite making it. When he thrusts back in, he hits Zoro’s g-spot dead on, and Zoro can’t help but wail and bury his face in the fabric below them.
The pleasure is so overwhelming that he can barely see, let alone think. His eyes roll back into his skull when Ace thrusts again, getting deep into Zoro’s guts, rearranging everything in there like an impolite house-guest.
Ace sets a relentless pace that makes Zoro’s ears ring. He can feel himself relax more with every thrust, opening up for Ace’s cock, slumping forward heavily, arching his back even farther. The wet slaps of their thighs meeting is so loud that Zoro wonders if the others can hear it. Something about that thought makes him prop himself back up on his elbows and, with a dexterity that only comes from a lot of practice, start to meet Ace halfway.
Startled, Ace’s hands slide from Zoro’s waist to his hips, squeezing so tight he’d bruise, if he were normal. He’s not normal, though, so he bounces back onto Ace’s cock, encouraging the man to go even faster.
The others might not be able to hear the echoing smacks of skin on skin, but there’s almost no way they can’t hear Zoro’s howling.
He’s wailing like a wounded animal, every sound getting punched out of him by Ace’s powerful thrusts. Ace really must be psychic or something because he knows exactly where Zoro’s g-spot is and keeps hitting it with inhuman accuracy.
Zoro’s not normally loud during sex but he’s also not used to someone pounding his prostate with such single-minded focus. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me,” he chants, the only words his blissed-out mind can produce, right now. Eventually they stop sounding like words at all, instead slurring together and coming apart into disparate syllables.
“You’re gonna wake everyone,” Ace purrs, solving this problem by stuffing three of his white-hot fingers into Zoro’s gaping mouth.
Moaning even louder, Zoro sucks the fingers greedily, even as drool leaks out the corners of his mouth and down his neck. His voice is muffled, but only barely. When Ace snaps his hips forward, once again nailing Zoro’s prostate, he bites down instinctively, and it’s Ace’s turn to fucking wail.
“You bit me,” growls Ace, fish-hooking his injured fingers in Zoro’s cheek and tugging. “Why was that so fucking hot?”
Zoro just moans.
Ace starts to pick up the pace, then, pounding into Zoro with a fervor that makes them both scream. In the back of his mind, Zoro hopes he managed to wander far enough away from camp, but he can’t be sure. He’s never sure about that kind of thing.
Besides, he’s busy being fucked so hard he can’t even fucking breathe. Why should he be thinking about the others?
He can’t think of anything at all, now, except the building heat inside him.
Oh, fuck, he’s going to cum. He’s going to cum within a few thrusts, actually, if Ace keeps up this relentless pace.
“Shit,” spits Ace, pressing his chest along the length of Zoro’s back, their sweat-slick skin sliding. Carefully, he removes his fingers from Zoro’s mouth and moves his hands back to his waist instead, locking around it like bands of iron, so hot Zoro wonders if he’s getting burned. (If he is, he doesn’t care. If he’s not, then he’s not trying hard enough. He bounces back faster.) “Gonna fucking cum, baby. Shit.”
Fuck yes. Zoro is going to squeeze every last drop out of the man.
Mouth now free, Zoro growls, “Cum inside me.” He’ll regret that in the morning, and he knows that full well, but the idea of being pumped full of Ace’s white-hot seed is too sexy to pass up on.
Ace groans and nuts, then, burying himself to the hilt and unloading everything into Zoro’s quivering hole. Before he’s done, while he’s still shooting his load deep into Zoro’s guts, he sinks his teeth even deeper into Zoro’s shoulder.
When Ace’s bite breaks skin, Zoro cums, too, his cock untouched. He screams as the pleasure overwhelms him, spurting thick ropes of seed over the fabric beneath him. His arms wobble and give out on him, nearly sending him chest-first into his own mess, but Ace’s arms wrap around his waist and hold him aloft.
Those strong arms tighten and haul them up, up, up until they’re vertical. Zoro lets his head fall backwards and land on Ace’s shoulder. They pant in unison, pressed tightly together, as Ace’s cock softens inside Zoro and his cum starts leaking down their legs.
“This is gonna be a bitch to clean up,” Zoro slurs, brain still fogged over and tongue heavy.
Pressing a soft kiss to Zoro’s cheek, Ace says, “I’ll take care of it.” A beat. “Not sure what can be done about that cloak, though, there’s cum everywhere.”
“Should’ve used yours,” Zoro grumbles petulantly.
Ace laughs and Zoro can feel the rumbling of his chest. “Too little too late, I’m afraid.”
“Sleepy,” says Zoro, his eyelids getting heavy. He’s limp and relaxed and sated. Despite being naked in a freezing desert with a limp dick still inside him, Zoro feels safe and warm. He’s comfortable.
Nuzzling Zoro’s face, Ace says, “Then sleep. I’ll take care of you.” His voice is soft and affectionate.
And Zoro does. He hums and nods and finally passes out.
When he wakes up, it’s mid-morning and he’s in his sleeping bag on the edge of camp. Everyone else—even Luffy—is already up, crowded around the fire and scarfing down breakfast. They’re all talking over one another, as is typical. No one seems to have noticed that he’s awake.
Instead of standing up right away, Zoro takes a moment to survey his situation, wondering how Ace managed to get him here without disturbing any of the others. Zoro himself is a deep sleeper, when he wants to be, but he knows the same is not true of everyone. He stretches his fingers and reaches down to find himself clean and clothed, though his cloak is nowhere to be seen. Now that the sun is out, he’ll need to find it, but that can wait until after breakfast.
Slowly, he hauls himself to his feet. He’s achy in that delicious way that only getting fucked can produce.
Wait. Wait, hold on. His waist hurts, too, in a way he’s never experienced before. It’s different and weird and honestly kind of nice, oddly enough.
He’ll have to get a good look at his body the next time he’s alone. Something feels a little off.
Rolling his shoulders, he approaches the others, and of course the first person to notice him is Ace. “There he is!” he chimes, sitting between his brother and Nami with a big, playful grin on his face. “We were wondering when you were going to wake up! Sleep well?” His smirk is nothing short of lascivious.
Oh, that asshole. Shrugging, Zoro replies, “Could’ve been better.” His voice is so hoarse it comes out as a rasp. It’s to be expected, since he gave head and howled like a banshee while getting railed, but it still startles him anyway. Luckily, it just sounds like his typical morning gruffness.
“We let you sleep ‘cause Ace said so,” Luffy says, words muffled by the food stuffed into his cheeks. He looks like a particularly stupid chipmunk.
“I needed it,” says Zoro, accepting the bowl Sanji hands him without comment. He’ll (quite fairly) give Sanji shit about almost anything, but never anything food related, because Sanji is always good to him. He always sets food aside for Zoro when he can’t make it to the table.
Breakfast is lively as ever and Zoro is grateful for it. He eats his share and just observes the others as they all chat and play around, trying to see if any of them know what happened last night.
Does he care? Um, not really. It’s not a secret that he’s gay. And while fucking Luffy’s brother might make things a tad awkward for everyone, it certainly wouldn’t be the end of the world. It’d be better if it stayed under wraps, because he really doesn’t want to answer any questions about it, but it’s really not a big deal. He just wants to know for sure either way.
No one brings it up, though. No one even so much as shoots him a sidelong glance. How far from camp did he wander…?
Is it really possible that no one heard him scream?
Later, while they’re packing up camp, Ace sidles up next to Zoro, white-hot hand on the small of his back. He leans over and whispers, “None of them heard anything, if that’s what has you all shifty-eyed.” He is not shifty-eyed! “Don’t scoff at me, I can tell. I washed your cloak, by the way, but didn’t want to use too much water, so… the inside still kind of smells like cum, sorry. At least it’s not sticky or anything.”
“Great,” grumbles Zoro, “I get to wear a cum cloak.”
That has Ace laughing so hard he wheezes, holding onto Zoro’s shoulder as he doubles over with it. “Sorry, man, it was the best I could do! I had to clean the two of us first.” He did a good job with that, at least. If Zoro didn’t know better, he wouldn’t have guessed that Ace came inside him, considering how dry he is back there. “Oh, um, there’s something else you should know…” Ace trails off, suddenly shy. That kind of hesitation from someone who not only plowed Zoro so good he screamed himself hoarse but also cleaned cum out of his hole seems… odd, to say the least.
“What?”
“Be careful about taking your shirt off, yeah? There’s a huge bite mark on your shoulder and uh, handprints. On your waist.”
Holy fucking shit, did Ace really burn him? “Handprints?”
Ace rubs the back of his neck, then, cheeks pink, clearly embarrassed. “Yeah, sorry. I kind of burned you. I’m usually better about it, but you just felt so damn good, I got lost in it. Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” grunts Zoro, feeling his face flush.
Ace squints at him for a long moment before his jaw drops and he asks, “Oh my god, you think that’s hot, don’t you?”
Zoro says nothing. It’s just as incriminating as a ‘yes’, but this at least preserves his dignity a little bit.
“Wow,” Ace says breathlessly, pupils blown wide the way they were last night. “You’re incredible.” The praise is earnest and husky and Zoro can’t really deal with that, right now. Not right after he’s woken up. Not when the others are so close nearby. Not when he doesn’t have the time to suck Ace’s dick again.
Okay, subject change. “How’d you get me back here without waking anyone?” asks Zoro.
Shrugging, Ace says, “I just dressed you and carried you back. No one was awake, as far as I could tell, so I just put you in your bag and left you where you woke up. Then I went and tried to deal with the Cum Cloak.”
That earns a snort of grossed out laughter from Zoro. “Don’t call it that!”
“You called it that first!”
They’re both snickering and playfully shoving each other. It makes something warm bloom in Zoro’s chest, because it’s been a while since he fucked somebody that he actually got along with, and even longer since fucking somebody made things better between them.
The cloak does, in fact, smell a little bit like cum, but it’s not so bad. When Zoro puts it on he makes sure to meet Ace’s gaze and gag melodramatically. Ace flips him off. They both smile.
Luckily, Ace railing him really was the cure for Zoro’s distraction issue. He feels more focused and attuned to his body than he has in ages.
It helped him get his shit together, he can fucking sleep again, and it was fun as hell. Fucking Ace was one of Zoro’s best decisions yet. It’s not even a one-off, either, which is a pleasant surprise. As they travel, the two of them find a few opportunities to sneak off and mess around. It’s fun every time.
They grow familiar with each other’s bodies. They develop their own system for fucking in the desert, one that does not involved cumming on cloaks that Zoro will have to spend all day wearing. They share looks over the campfire and smiles behind backs.
Eventually, though, as they approach Yuba, things ramp up. Eventually, they’re far too busy to sneak off, even for just an hour or two. Eventually, they realize that their last encounter will be their Last, because Ace just met the man he came out here to see. And suddenly he has no reason to stay.
Before Ace leaves Alabasta, though, he pulls Zoro to the side, bowing their heads together for a moment. “You knew this was coming, yeah?” Ace asks. He doesn’t dare kiss Zoro, not when it’s the middle of the day and the others could be watching, but he wants to. Zoro wants him to, too.
Nodding, Zoro says, “Yeah, I’m not bent out of shape about it. It was fun while it lasted.” It’s the truth. He likes Ace well enough and enjoys having sex with him, but he’s not in love. This loss will not leave him bereft.
Ace grins, then, a wide, radiant thing that makes Zoro want to squint. “It was fun while it lasted,” he agrees, voice warm. “Let’s hope our paths cross again.”
“Yeah,” says Zoro, and he means it. “Stay safe out there.”
“You too, Zoro. See ya around!”
And with that, Ace is gone, and Zoro turns his nose back to the grindstone, and life goes on.
In some ways, he misses Ace, but the truth is that he mostly misses the closeness they shared. Zoro’s single-minded pursuit of his dream has left many broken hearts in his wake. Very rarely has he allowed himself to get as close to someone as he got to Ace. He slept deeply around Ace, let Ace hurt him, trusted Ace to take care of him…
All things considered, it wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t nearly as compromising or humiliating as Zoro expected. If anything, it was nice to just let himself go like that, to listen to his body for once.
Maybe he should do it more often. After all, he’s more than strong enough to get out of any situations he misjudges, now, after traveling with Luffy and the others. Maybe becoming a pirate was the best thing Zoro could’ve done for himself and his libido.
He’s going to open himself up to advances, from now on, he decides. There are a lot of beautiful guys out there and he’s tired of missing out.