salmon_pink | (One Piece) Cog

Title: Cog
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Luffy/Zoro/Nami/Usopp/Sanji/Chopper/Robin/Franky
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2685
Timeline: Post-Enies Lobby
Notes: Orgy. For

50_smutlets, prompt "computer".
Summary: He's learning that there's a reason the Straw Hats run like a well-oiled machine.

Franky is a machine, and he has machine parts. Cyborg parts, if he’s being technical, which he usually is. They’re good parts, they’ve helped him stay alive. Machine parts, built for battle, weapons and the like.

Franky’s also a man, mainly a man, if he’s being technical, which he usually is. He has human parts, and he likes those parts. They may not be weapons, but they’re just as important to his survival, more so, if he’s being technical. Human parts, man parts, and he really likes those parts, for obvious reasons, and he would prefer it if people didn’t haul him around by those parts.

Okay, so maybe there’s a part of him that might have liked that, but he doesn’t feel like being technical about it.

So yeah, machine, cyborg. Human, man. And the latter comes with urges, can’t be helped. At first he’d assumed that the Straw Hats were only interested in his machine parts, but he’d quickly learned that you didn’t get to be a Straw Hat if you didn’t have human parts. Not man parts, you can be a Straw Hat without those, and there are a couple of very attractive pieces of evidence lounging around on the deck of the Thousand Sunny that prove that. But human parts, a heart, specifically, and Franky’s got one of those, hidden under the machine parts, so he figures it’s all good.

A ship to work on, and nakama to surround him, and he should have everything he needs, but those damn man parts aren’t satisfied, and they like to let him know that. Usually at inconvenient times, and sometimes he actually considers investing in some baggy trousers, rather than just the swim trunks.

But Franky guesses that he’s the only one who has those problems, with the possible exception of the chef, who isn’t exactly subtle in his desire to hump anything with breasts. The Straw Hats, they’ve been together as nakama for a while now, some longer than others, and Franky would expect there to be a certain amount of tension, with all those teenage hormones floating around, but he doesn’t really see it. No lingering glances, no sign that any of them is closer in that way to one particular member than to any of the others. No jealousy or bitterness that comes from broken relationships, not even a hint of heartbreak amongst them.

Everybody bickers and laughs like a family, which reminds him of home, and reminds him that he has a new home. And, well, he’d just thought it would be more interesting than this, being a pirate. But there’s no sex, drugs, or rock and roll. Just a boisterous group of people sitting around a table, enjoying their food and pretending not to notice the way Franky studies them like a well-trained gossip, and looks slightly disappointed at the lack of drama.

*

Franky doesn’t understand what’s happening for quite a while. Longer than somebody who thinks of himself as worldly and rugged should take. He lays there for nearly four minutes, just staring, before it occurs to him that he’s being proved wrong.

And that maybe there’s a different reason for the lack of tension between them all than just lack of hormones.

He tries to feign sleep, but he figures he’s doing a pretty lousy job. Mostly because he’s not snoring, or pretending to, although Zoro’s snores might just cover that. He’s just kind of panting and watching, and feeling like an idiot.

Nami is on Usopp’s lap, and she’s topless. That’s the first thing Franky notices, and the last thing he notices for quite a while, because Nami breasts are just super.

Eventually his brain catches up with him, and tells him to maybe figure out what’s happening. Drags his eyes away from her chest, then again when they drift back to it only moments later.

Usopp’s in his boxers, and his hair is a mess, and there’s a light flush to his face. He’s flopped back against the couch, and his arm is looped loosely around Nami’s waist, and he’s listening intently to Sanji and doesn’t appear the slightest bit ruffled about the incredibly hot, half-naked chick in his lap. Which kind of impresses Franky, because he can’t say he’d be quite so blasé if he were in the same position.

Sanji’s sat cross-legged on the floor, and all he’s wearing is a shirt, and Franky doesn’t realise that until it’s too late, and almost blinds himself. Squeezes his eyes shut, and counts to ten, and is really careful to direct his gaze to the ceiling before opening them again, and he really didn’t need to know that Sanji’s a natural blonde.

He takes a few moments to just indulge in the beauty of Nami’s chest, in an attempt to replace the image now burned into the back of his eyelids. It helps.

Luffy’s sprawled out on the couch beside Usopp, and he’s absentmindedly chewing on Nami’s fingers and making sleepy nonsensical comments that the others all ignore. It takes Franky a while to realise they’re discussing shopping, Sanji listing the supplies the kitchen needs, and Nami telling him what they can and can’t afford.

And Franky closes his eyes and sighs quietly to himself, because it must be a dream, because his new nakama aren’t the kind of people who’d sit around in a state of undress discussing their budget in the middle of the night. Franky can’t say he’s ever met the kind of people that would do that, but he can’t imagine them making the rank of Straw Hat.

*

Franky is proved wrong again a few nights later when he wakes up in the middle of the night and finds there are only two other people in the cabin. He panics for a few seconds, until he realises the only two remaining nakama are Luffy and Zoro, and they aren’t the type to sleep through a fight, so he hasn’t missed anything important.

And then he wonders where everyone is, because he knows that Sanji has watch for the first part of the night, with Nami taking over after that, but he doesn’t know where Usopp and Chopper may have disappeared to.

He sits up and looks around, as if they might just be hiding somewhere, and feels a pair of eyes on him. Luffy’s awake and watching him, and he grins and yawns widely.

“Where is everyone?” Franky asks, because he’s not going to be able to sleep until he knows.

“Dunno,” Luffy replies easily. “Pro’ly having sex.”

Franky chokes on his own surprise.

Luffy watches him calmly, before stretching an arm across the room and patting him roughly on the back.

Franky gasps and wheezes and feels like his eyes are bulging out, or something equally ridiculous, but the pain in his lungs proves that he’s not dreaming. “They’re what?” he manages.

“Having sex,” Zoro grumbles from across the room. “Shut up and go to sleep.” He rolls over, growling under his breath about being woken up, and Franky feels Luffy’s arm push him gently, and he flops back into the hammock.

He stares at the ceiling, and doesn’t respond to Luffy’s cheerful “G’night!” Across the room, Zoro begins to snore, louder than before, as if he’s making up for having his beauty sleep disturbed.

*

Franky watches them all closely, but they’re all the same. There’s been no revelation, so whatever it is that’s going on under the cover of darkness has probably been going on for a while. Franky guesses it must be a ‘cover of darkness’ type of thing, because he’s only seen them like that at night, and wouldn’t he have noticed them wandering around naked in broad daylight?

Straw Hats are pretty unpredictable, though, and Franky should be used to being proved wrong, because it’s only a little after lunchtime when he finds Robin, Zoro, Sanji and Chopper in the dining room.

Chopper is in Heavy Point, sat on the floor, alternating between giggling at the way Robin’s fingers tickle his waist, and groaning at the way the slender arm that’s growing out of the floor shifts obscenely underneath the material of his shorts. Sanji’s sat in a chair, his own hand moving between his legs, one of Robin’s hands tracing circular patterns on his knee. Robin herself is leaning back against Zoro’s chest, and his arms are wrapped around her waist, one hand pressed underneath the waistband of her skirt.

Every one of them turns to stare at him, faces glowing a soft blue under the light of the fish tank, and the air feels more like he’s walked in on a friendly conversation than what Franky figures must be the weirdest porn show ever, arms and muscles and fur everywhere.

Zoro’s voice breaks the silence, sounding exasperated. “Are you coming in or not?”

Franky realises he’s still standing in the doorway, his hand still clutching the doorknob, and he accidentally makes eye contact with Robin, who seems politely curious.

Franky turns and runs, and doesn’t regret it all, unless he’s being technical, which, at that point, he really isn’t.

*

Nobody says anything, nobody acts any differently, and Franky’s torn between being really fucking glad, and wanting to yell at everybody to stop being such freaks, or at least strip down and let him watch.

It’s not until a couple of nights later that he hears them all climb out of bed and head for the cabin door. He keeps his eyes tightly shut, because they don’t need to know that he’s awake, that he’s barely slept since he first discovered exactly what the Straw Hats liked to get up to in their free time.

The door opens, and the clack of Luffy’s sandals disappears down the hall, followed by the heavier sound of Zoro’s boots and the rushed click of Chopper’s hooves. Franky holds his breath, discretely of course, and then feels a double tap on his forehead, sharp but not too hard. The tip of a finger prodding him twice in quick succession, and he can tell by the faint smell of smoke that it’s Sanji.

And then Sanji and Usopp leave the room, and he’s alone.

It takes him longer than it should to realise he’s being a complete moron, and by the time he reaches the girls’ cabin, things seem pretty heated. There’s very little in the way of clothing, and a lot of heavy breathing. Nami’s topless again, which convinces Franky that it was worth the humiliation of stumbling down the corridor, man parts straining embarrassingly against his trunks. Robin’s entirely naked, which convinces him that it’s worth stepping into the room, and closing the door behind him.

Usopp’s hand is in Nami’s underwear, and he’s sat on Chopper’s lap. Sanji is sat between Robin’s legs, and he’s holding her hand to his lips, kissing at her fingers, and one of his feet is kneading at Zoro’s groin. There are arms sprouting from the bed, from the floor, from the walls, and Luffy’s rubbery limbs are everywhere, stretched around them all, sneaking from one exposed inch of skin to the next, regardless of who it belongs to.

Seven sets of expectant eyes flicker towards him, and Franky feels like maybe everyone was wrong when they told him he’d lost his mind, that he was crazy and unpredictable, because he’s certain he’d had his sanity until the exact moment he shrugs and peels off his trunks.

Usopp cheers, so Zoro cuffs him over the head, and Nami grins at Franky, and another arm suddenly sprouts from the bed, hand extended towards him. And Franky takes it, and that’s pretty much the last time he’s certain of who’s touching him. Can make a few educated guesses, some more accurate than others. The calloused palm that wraps around his cock is probably Zoro, although it could easily be Sanji’s. The soft downy fur that strokes at his inner thighs is definitely Chopper, and the delicate hand that slides further back, behind his balls, is probably Robin, although a part of him is convinced it’s Nami, because he hears her soft little moan.

Probably the man part of him, which seems to have taken over from his brain, not that he needs a brain to appreciate the lips that suddenly move over his arousal, and they’re so thick and soft that they have to belong to Usopp. And he knows it’s Luffy kissing at his neck, pinching him and licking him, because apparently Luffy can’t stop laughing for even a second, no matter how inappropriate it is. But maybe it’s not inappropriate, because how could anything be considered inappropriate when there are eight people sweating and writhing on a bed made for two, and that thump was definitely Sanji falling off the bed, because Franky hears the curse and the immediate accusations that Zoro had pushed him. There’s a scuffle, and a lot of swearing, and Nami’s voice turns scolding, and then he hears twin groans as she finds an interesting way to shut them up. But Franky can’t see, because his eyes are closed against the onslaught, and Robin’s straddled one of his thighs, rubbing herself against him, and her voice in right in his ear, even if her lips are nowhere near him, and she’s whispering utter filth to him.

“W-what about your watch?” he stammers, which is possibly the stupidest thing to say in the history of the world when you have a killer hot ex-assassin riding your leg, and an incredibly talented mouth working your cock, and somebody’s, anybody’s, tongue in your ear, but Robin only laughs and assures him she has it covered.

And then, well, it’s pretty much a blur, cliché as Franky knows that is. Also knows the taste of Nami on his tongue, the exact groan Zoro makes when he comes, what it feels like to have Luffy orgasm on his stomach, and that reindeer men can be really sexy, even if that’s something he never imagined he’d ever consider before. Knows that Sanji’s really really limber, and that he looks amazing with Usopp buried inside of him, and that Robin tends to lose control of her arms when she cries out like that, and everybody stops to moan because they’re being squeezed just a touch too hard, and it feels really fucking good.

Knows that it’s really difficult to get out bed the next day, with Chopper snuggled against one arm, and Nami sprawled across his chest, and Luffy curled up over his feet. But Zoro’s getting up for training, and Robin is an early riser, and Sanji has to make breakfast, and there are a few minor repairs and alterations Franky would rather get started on than leave for later. Hears Usopp fall out of the bed as he passes, and Sanji’s snicker.

*

That tension isn’t there the next day, or the next, and Franky knew it wouldn’t be, although a part of him was terrified that maybe it would be. The human part of him, if he’s being technical, the part of him that makes him a Straw Hat. His heart, which had sped up as they’d all settled for breakfast, but his fear had been for nothing, because everything is normal.

So, that part is catered to, and he has his ship to maintain, and his nakama to keep him company. The frequent Navy attacks do a good job of keeping his machine parts, his cyborg parts, from going rusty, for want of a better phrase. And his man parts have found a release too, and there’s no better way to phrase that.

So, maybe, if he’s being technical, it had kind of felt like an ambush or something, like it had all been just happening to him, like he’d been a very-willing victim. But, he figures, next time he’ll be more of a participant, because he knows there will be a next time, and that makes his heart race in a different way, which he’ll only admit if he’s being technical, and a little sappy.