salmon_pink | (One Piece) Tagged

Title: Tagged
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1810
Notes: Inspired by

luco_millian's art.
Summary: It was Luffy's game of Keep Away, Sanji had no idea why he'd been involved.

Sanji hadn’t been paying attention when Luffy had bounded into the kitchen. He’d been sat cross-legged on the floor, carefully unpacking and cataloguing their new supplies, and had managed little more than a noncommittal grunt when Luffy had slipped the silver chain around his neck.

“Look after that,” Luffy had said, and Sanji had waved his hand dismissively and not looked up.

“Captain’s orders,” Luffy continued, and that was enough to distract Sanji from his work.

He only caught a glimpse of sincerity and focus in Luffy’s eyes, before it melted away into a broad grin, and Luffy was sprinting from the kitchen before Sanji even thought to ask what was going on.

Sanji hadn’t been in the mood when Zoro had stomped into the kitchen barely a minute later, his very presence enough to shatter the peace and the serenity that came over Sanji when he took inventory and planned potential new recipes.

“That’s mine,” he’d snarled, and it had taken Sanji a moment to realise Zoro meant the chain around his neck.

He ignored the threat in that deep voice, and tried to regain his focus on the ingredients spread out before him.

“Oi, shitty love cook, did you hear me?” Zoro snapped, and Sanji felt his patience and concentration slipping away.

Zoro’s boots were heavy as they crossed the floor, coming to stand behind Sanji, almost close enough to touch.

“Give it back,” Zoro murmured.

Sanji hadn’t been spoiling for a fight, despite what Zoro always seemed to think. There were more important things in life than kicking the shithead through a wall, and the Merry’s food supply, and the task of keeping it constant and healthy, was one of them.

Slowly, and with an air of irritation, Sanji pushed himself up and to his feet. Taking the time to stretch his legs beneath him, not moving from the spot, refusing to back away. Turning around, uncomfortably close, entirely Zoro’s fault.

Zoro’s eyes bore into his, and Sanji refused to look away.

“No,” he said quietly.

Zoro smirked. “But it was a gift. From Nami.”

Sanji hadn’t been overreacting to Zoro’s announcement, to his smug smile. It was perfectly justified that his eyes had flown wide open, that his mouth had hung agape, that his face had flushed red. That he’d simply stared in disbelief for a long moment before finding his voice.

“Bastard! You’re lying!” he’d yelped, fingers reaching up to tangle in the chain, holding it close. “Nami-san would never give you a gift!”

Zoro just kept on smirking, shrugging slightly. “Where would I get the money for something like that?”

Sanji grit his teeth and glowered back, before holding the chain up. There were two dog tags hanging from the end, faintly warm from where they’d been pressed against his shirt. The first had a surprisingly clearly etched copy of the Straw Hats pirates’ flag on it, with ‘If found, please return to the Going Merry’ engraved on the back. The second proclaimed ‘Please approach with caution’ on the first side, and on the other…

‘Roronoa Zoro.’

“So,” Zoro said, sounding like he’d already won. “Give it back.”

Sanji hadn’t been thinking when he’d automatically stepped back, one leg sweeping up and aiming for Zoro’s head. Zoro’s eyes narrowed instantly, ducking beneath the kick, hands shooting out to grab at Sanji’s shirt and pull him with enough force to pop several buttons. Sanji had only a moment to realise, in a slight panic, that if Zoro had let him step back any further he might have trampled the supplies, and then he was crashing into the table.

His chest took most of the impact, wooden edge digging into his ribs. His hands were pushing against the table for the leverage to kick out almost as soon as he landed, but Zoro’s weight pressed down against him. Pushing against his back, one foot slipping between Sanji’s to kick his legs apart, throwing his balance and effectively pinning him.

“Give it back,” Zoro whispered against the back of his neck, and Sanji flushed with indignity and frustration.

“Fuck you,” Sanji hissed back.

He felt Zoro tense, one hand gripping at his shoulder, and then Zoro chuckled, breath stirring Sanji’s hair and sending a shiver of warning down his spine.

And then Zoro’s tongue slid wetly over his ear.

Sanji hadn’t been expecting that, which went some way to explaining the startled sound that broke free from his throat, and the way he’d bucked so suddenly and violently that he’d almost broken Zoro’s hold on him. His fingers clawed at the tablecloth, finding himself very aware that Zoro’s hips were pressed fully against his ass and that Zoro was still nudging his feet further apart, and Zoro just kept licking at him. Rough slide of tongue over his ear, slight graze of teeth over the lobe, breath hot and heavy.

It wasn’t something they ever talked about, those few and far between drunken nights where brawling had turned into something more about friction than fighting. Never acknowledged, and Sanji had sometimes doubted if Zoro even remembered the morning after, if he forgot the way his hands had gripped and teased the second he fell asleep.

Certainly not something that ever happened when they were sober, definitely not something that happened in the middle of the afternoon, and never something that happened in the galley, where anyone might walk in at any moment.

Sanji’s mind snapped back into focus. “Get off,” he practically bellowed, trembling slightly.

Zoro’s hand clamped over Sanji’s mouth instantly. “Oi, not so loud,” he muttered, kissing at the spot just beneath Sanji’s ear.

Sanji hadn’t been drinking, and he was pretty sure Zoro hadn’t, because he’d spent most of the afternoon trailing after Sanji at the marketplace, carrying supplies and looking as bored as possible. But a rush similar to intoxication was creeping up Sanji’s spine as Zoro’s free hand slid around Sanji’s hip, and maybe it was just the association between alcohol and Zoro gripping him between his legs, but Sanji suddenly found himself feeling dizzy and unsteady.

Rough grip and no time for finesse, and Zoro’s palm was kneading at him, and Sanji still couldn’t quite understand what was happening, beyond knowing that there were still supplies to be packed away, and that he was whining softly against Zoro’s hand and that being pinned between the table and Zoro’s weight meant he couldn’t roll his hips in the way his body was already craving.

It had been too long, maybe, since the last time he’d woken up groggy and with a splitting headache, only to find himself sprawled across Zoro in a state of undress. His body shouldn’t have given in so quickly, and his mind was still trying to protest, eyes trained on the door that could fly open at any moment. But Zoro was pulling a reaction from him, and Sanji was hard so fast it made him light-headed.

Zoro’s fingers gave him one last squeeze before creeping up and deftly unbuckling Sanji’s belt. Sanji jerked slightly, distraction melting away, becoming increasingly aware of their surroundings, and then those same fingers were tugging down his zipper and pushing their way inside his trousers. Firm, solid grip, and Sanji growled and bit at Zoro’s hand as savagely as possible.

“Che,” Zoro murmured behind him, pulling his hand away. “Bastard.”

His hand grabbed at Sanji’s shoulder, pressing him more firmly into the table, and Sanji let his forehead lean against the tablecloth and shuddered as Zoro stroked and pulled at him.

Sanji hadn’t been this easily undone before, he was sure of it. There was a time, which seemed an age ago, when the thought of another man touching him would have made him angry or disgusted. There was a time when he would have broken Zoro’s spine for trying something like this. There was a time when he could have held on, could have kept control of himself.

There was a time when Zoro’s teeth sinking into the back of his neck would have been signal for a fight, not something that made Sanji moan and shiver.

“This is mine,” Zoro muttered, and Sanji had a long moment to panic about what Zoro was talking about.

Then Zoro’s teeth closed over the chain, tugging at it, and Sanji tried to look behind him, but Zoro’s hips rolled against his, and Zoro was just as hard as he was. And Sanji had lived at sea his entire life, and he knew what two men could do to each other, knew how it all worked. Had never wanted anything like that from Zoro, of course, and Zoro had never even indicated that he might want that. Sanji liked women, loved women, but Zoro was pressing his hips against Sanji’s ass, and Sanji was whimpering and pressing back as much as he could before he’d even realised it.

Zoro shuddered against him, chain pulling painfully at Sanji’s neck, and then the rhythm increased wildly, and suddenly everything was frantic. Zoro’s hands stroking at him, Zoro’s hips grinding against him, Zoro’s teeth tugging at the chain around his neck. Too much, all at once, and Sanji panted and tried to keep up and couldn’t keep his eyes open. Trapped and pinned and he should have been fighting it, and he couldn’t stop trembling. Table wobbling dangerously beneath him, hands fisting in the tablecloth, and it all took Sanji by surprise, pleasure blinding him, mauling him, and he felt Zoro’s hips snap against him as he bit down on the cry that needed to be released and everything flashed white, then black and red.

Sanji hadn’t been asleep, but he felt like he was waking up. Zoro was slumped over his back, breathing heavily against his ear, and Sanji felt overly hot and uncomfortable and really didn’t want to move. He sighed as Zoro planted one hand on the table beside him and pushed away, and it was like being able to breath again.

Sanji’s legs didn’t feel like supporting him, but he managed to drag himself to the bench before he collapsed. Head lowered, not making eye contact. Just watching Zoro’s boots as they turned and walked towards him.

“This is mine,” Zoro said, and Sanji jumped as two hands reached for his chest.

And then Zoro was lifting the chain over Sanji’s head, and Sanji’s eyes snapped up and watched in irritation as Zoro slid it over his own head, dog tags falling against his chest. Looking far too pleased with himself, and Sanji really wanted to kick him but he didn’t have the energy, and he could only watch as Zoro swaggered out the door and left him with the supplies.

“No fair!” he heard Luffy shout from the deck. “I told Sanji not to give that back.”

Zoro’s laughter rang through the kitchen.