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Sanji is aching something fucking terrible.
While a blessed side effect of hormone injections is that his cycle is disrupted, the downside is that randomly, every few months, he’ll be hit with his period with no forewarning but a wave of terrible abdominal pain the day before… which gives way to more pain for the next seven-or-so days... which is where he finds himself today: doubled over the kitchen counter, trying to right himself as he hears the sound of sandals eagerly approaching the door. His stomach hurts, he feels way too hot, and there’s a weird fucking ache in the flesh of his pussy that he imagines would rival a hard kick to the nuts.
He does manage to stand upright before his captain bursts into the room, his smile the brightest thing within the walls of the kitchen, and he skillfully presents large platters of cured meats, melon slices and soft cheese and skillfully barters Luffy out of the room with the two trays still in hand and not so much as a walnut swiped.
Out on the deck, he allows the kid to scamper off with the larger of the platters (only filled with different cuts of pork), and presents a dish off of the other to both lovely ladies sitting out on the deck. They’re sunbathing, lying back relaxed and resplendent, and he happily serves them both through gritted teeth. Despite his best efforts, they seem to notice something is amiss, and they share commiserating smiles while thanking him for their afternoon snacks. It improves his mood marginally, their gratitude a soothing balm on his self-pity.
Physically though, he still feels like he’s been keelhauled.
His… biology is no secret to his crew, so when Nami and Robin both catch onto the small little falter of his usually graceful form, they’re quick to offer a hot water bottle and recommend a tea. It’s nothing he hasn’t tried before, but he’s overwhelmed by his thanks, promising them both a lovely fruity cocktail in payment for their generosity, as fruitless as it is. See, for Sanji, nothing seems to mitigate the symptoms of his period, no massagers that Franky offers to build, no herbal remedies Usopp offers to grow, no balms Chopper offers to concoct for him.
Playing, no; distracting conversations; no; comforting melodies, no. Nothing really helps at all
Well… There is one thing that helps.
Sanji stands slumped over in the shower, clothes hung up by his locker, body still tender and sore. It’s cathartic, sometimes, to just get to feel sorry for himself as he squeezes his thighs together. He’s… vaguely horny, but it’s more of an anticipatory thing. It’s pretty routine for him to try and get off a couple of times a day normally, but, as it turns out, orgasming does wonders for menstrual cramps.
It’s a remedy he discovered out purely by accident, and embarrassingly, had let slip around the crew one night (or rather, Franky had let it slip; after a very delicate and gentlemanly allusion to taking care of himself, the shitty cyborg had loudly followed up with “Oh! Cook-bro’s talking about busting a nut!”. Sanji wound up kicking the dining table at him.), but fuck, does it really help in soothing the pain.
He’s about to begin taking care of himself when the sound of the bathroom door opening has him whipping his head around in horror at the thought of being caught in the act. He locked that door, he’s certain he did. The thought of any member of his beloved crew walking in on him about to furiously masturbate is daunting and deeply, deeply shameful, even if they’re unfortunately now all aware of how he manages his less than tolerable symptoms.
Thankfully, however, it’s just Zoro, who’s seen him in states much worse than this. The fact it’s him, in the showerroom of all places, raises more questions than it does answers, but they all just about die on his tongue when Sanji takes in the fucking shark eyes Zoro’s giving him.
“I definitely locked that.” Sanji says as Zoro divests his robe and then the rest of his clothes with slow deliberate movements.
Zoro shrugs, starting to walk towards Sanji with that intense look still in his eye, “it’s locked now.” He murmurs when they’re chest to chest under the shower stream.
Already slightly off kilter from being startled, his retort comes out shaky. “Is the world ending or are you taking your bath early this year?”
Even more off-putting is the way Zoro doesn’t volley back with a barb of his own, instead leaning even closer until their lips brush, “why’d you stop?”
Not having to ask what he means, and now understanding that look a lot better, he does is best to wiggle out between his moss-covered brute and the shower wall, “not now, pervert Marimo, I’m on the-” he cuts himself off when a warm palm presses against his taut abdomen.
“You must be all achy, having to sneak in here so soon after lunch,” Zoro’s ignoring him, speaking in that sickly, condescending tone that drives him up the wall just as much as it gets him wet. Thankfully, the idiot can’t take credit for any wetness right now, even if he checked and oh , isn’t that a thought? One that Zoro apparently shares, because after a quick peck on the lips, Zoro starts trailing down Sanji’s body with eager, open mouth kisses.
“Marimo?” Sanji chokes on shower water as he tries to ask Zoro what the fucking hell he thinks he’s doing.
“Cumming helps, You said so yourself, cook.”
“Fucking-! What the hell do you think you’re gonna do down there?” He squawks back, but does nothing to stop Zoro from taking a leg up on his broad, tanned shoulder.
Zoro presses a kiss to the dusty blonde hair on his mound, dragging his nose across to kiss again at the fold of his thigh, “I’m going to help,” he mutters, his breath ghosting over Sanji’s dick.
“But it’s gro- oh !” A long, slow lick up the seam of his cunt effectively kills any protests Sanji might have wanted to put on. His eyes are still on Zoro, even if they are a little crossed, so he can see the bloody slick that’s collecting on his tongue for just a second before it’s eagerly swallowed down when Zoro seals his lips over Sanji’s dick and sucks his cheeks. A simmering heat flows around in his abdomen along with the ebbing and flowing cramps, and his head flops back against the wall of the shower when Zoro clicks his mouth open and flitters his tongue around Sanji’s clit.
His hormones may be the reason he’s in agony right now, but they're also the reason this feels so overwhelmingly good . He's eager and reactive at the best of times, but when he’s at this point in his cycle and the mosshead is down on his knees worshipping his dick? Sanji hasn’t a hope in hell keeping himself together.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. ” He arches his back into it, rolling his hips into the pleasure. He damn near yelps when he feels the faintest pressure of teeth over his dick before it’s released with a lewd noise. That tongue doesn’t stop, slipping around his cunt, tracing around warm skin before Zoro sucks at his labia, holding one pussy-lip in the scorching wetness of his mouth, soothing the thrumming ache better than any hot water bottle could. The pleasure is more subdued, but the comfort is enough for Sanji to feel it all the way up his spine.
As Zoro laps at the flesh in his mouth, Sanji feels the tips of two broad fingers flit over his hole, the sensation just enough to have him clenching around nothing, and the thrill is heightened when he catches the sight of them stained red. Zoro pulls back again, and one grey eye flutters open to meet Sanji’s. Both of the marimo’s hands are on him, so Sanji knows it’s nothing but the face he’s taking him apart that has Zoro looking so desperate; while he can’t see Zoro’s cock, he knows for a fact Zoro finds giving head just as hot as receiving it. There’s something else in that look, something that mirrors the way Sanji feels when Zoro pulls back to take a breath, mouth bloody and sticky with Sanji . It makes his stomach flip, makes him wind a hand into short green algae to tug his head back so the fluorescent lights in the bathroom catch on the red sheen smeared around his mouth.
“You look fucking crazy,” he croaks reaching a hand down to swipe his thumb over the bloody mess around his lover’s lips. Zoro parts them, almost instinctively, and lets Sanji press down against his tongue.
“You taste so fucking good,” he replies with almost perfect clarity, eye baring into Sanji’s as he slowly slides one finger back and forth between his folds. It presses down on his swollen clit, circles around his pulsing hole, and repeats the motion over and over as Zoro gently bites down on the digit in his mouth.
It’s not that he’s waiting for the go ahead (they’re far past that), he’s just doing what a marimo does best and pushing Sanji’s fucking buttons. He’s winding him up until he hears a beg or some other pathetic noise that Zoro hopes will escape from him because his boyfriend is an incorrigible fucking tease.
An incorrigible fucking tease that ultimately gets exactly what he wants.
With a reedy whine, he uses the leg hooked over Zoro’s shoulder to draw him in closer, rolling his hips with an only slightly put upon desperation in hopes of enticing his boyfriend into finishing his meal. It seems to have the intended effect, Zoro gaze falls back down to his cunt, and he all but zeros in when Sanji takes the hand from Zoro’s face and uses it to spread apart his pussy lips. “Please!” He adds, both for effect and because he’s getting needy.
It does the job perfectly, Zoro pants out a curse against his skin before slipping two fingers inside and sealing his mouth over Sanji’s erection, sucking harshly and drawing out an honest-to-god fucking squeal out of the man above him. Whatever, they’re too far into this relationship for Sanji to feel genuinely embarrassed about this shit anymore, especially since Zoro seemingly has no interest in making fun of him for it - the sick bastard gets off on it, if the contented grunts he’s making are any indication.
The noise of those fingers working inside his messy cunt and Zoro suckling at his clit sends shivers like little electric pulses up Sanji’s torso and makes his stomach churn in want. The pain is a distant sensation, overridden by the boiling heat he feels all the way down to his leaking hole.
Fuck, could they have been doing this the whole time? All those hours Sanji spent half-heartedly fingering himself for some relief were a waste, he realises, he should have been right here, all but riding Zoro’s face and fingers whenever he felt so much as a touch of discomfort. Shitty swordsman has no idea what he’s gotten himself into , Sanji thinks as his head thunks against the shower wall, the warm spray dripping down his left shoulder and arm. The idea of corralling Zoro into being his own mossy sex toy every so often makes him smile, if only because it wouldn’t really take any convincing at all.
He’s quickly snapped out of his scheming daydream when Zoro slides another finger inside of him, the pleasant stretch makes way for a sharp jolt of pleasure as he curls them so perfectly. A moan that sort of sounds like Zoro’s name is punched out of him, and he feels himself clenching on those pistoning fingers. He’s close; he’s pretty much been teetering on the edge since he first watched that trail of bloody red slide down Zoro’s eager tongue.
“Z-Zoro-” he gasps, toes curling where they rest against a broad back and the wet shower floor. His back is arched, pushing his hips out and trapping his boyfriend’s mossy head between his cunt and the crook of his knee. He feels that tongue slide down to lap around where he’s stretched, the pleasant burn of it the only pain he’s feeling right now. Whimpering at the brief loss of stimulation to his clit, Sanji takes to rutting against the bridge of Zoro’s nose and fuck, Zoro just lets him take what he wants.
“Always so good for me,” he coos with a strained voice. It further breaks after the pleased hum that reverberates through the hot flesh of his cunt. Every muscle in his body flexes tight, further trapping Zoro against his pussy. Not that the pervert minds in any way, each jerky constriction draws out a moan from the man eating him out. The hot sounds he makes does nothing to quell the tension in him that’s about to break. Zoro’s drawing him up and up and up, closer to what is probably going to be an explosive orgasm, and it’s when those fingers curl just right that Sanji lets out a hoarse shout.
“There, there! Right fucking there!” He wails.
It doesn’t take long, but what ends up sending him over the edge is Zoro’s sinful mouth heading back up, and him taking Sanji’s rubbed-raw dick between his dick and tightening his jaw. Sanji’s done for, his head hits the wall with how far his back arches, and he almost sends Zoro to the ground. He gushes cum around Zoro’s fingers and face, a high pitched and continuous whine leaving him all the while.
It’s so good. His boyfriend is so good. He doesn’t even care that he’s probably been screaming loud enough for the entire ship to hear them. He doesn’t care that he’s bloody and messy and has completely stained Zoro in it all. He doesn’t care that Zoro’s dropped his leg and is coming up for an equally bloody and messy kiss.
To taste himself like this is surreal, makes his stomach churn in the way it always does when one of them ropes the other into something freaky or disgusting. It isn’t the first time they’ve kissed covered in each other’s (or some pitiful third party’s) blood, but this is new and taboo enough for Sanji to be left panting from it.
“Inside me,” he pants as they pull apart, the blood making the release a little sticky and Sanji even more turned on, “please! Right now…”
Zoro says nothing, but prepares himself instantly with that very same look in his eye. He kisses Sanji once more with that dirty tongue and hooks his other leg in the crook of his elbow. It’s a sweet little consideration, the other one strained from the prolonged position and Sanji’s general, post-coital soupy-ness. Holding Sanji’s gaze, he slowly pushes in.
Sanji’s still tight from having come not one minute ago, but he’s relaxed enough that the sharp little sting barely registers to him. His head hits the wall again, the water washing away the traces of deep crimson remains, leaves it running down his chest. He watches the streaks flow down, both relaxed and incredibly horny, and brings his other leg up to wrap around Zoro’s waist and pulls him in deep.
Zoro moans loud in his ear, adjusting his hold so Sanji’s secure and this time waits for his cue to start moving.
It’s nothing Sanji can’t take, but the feeling of Zoro’s big cock sheathed fully inside of his cunt is one he wants to hold onto for just a little while longer. He clenches around it, walls fluttering around the length until Zoro’s panting in his ear.
He figures it’s his turn for a little devine torture, so Sanji decides he’s really going to draw this out.
“Sanji,” Zoro croaks, the first word he’s uttered in a good long while, and he sounds so fucking needy. So desperate to drive himself in and out of a warm little cunt that it makes Sanji laugh.
“Just a little bit longer,” he sighs, moving one hand from the crown of Zoro’s scalp to mess with his earrings, dragging his fingernails between each piercing, delighting in the way that muscled back shudders under his other palm. He presses a kiss to Zoro’s cheek, and there’s still enough blood around his mouth to leave a stain. The sight of it drains his patience in a split second, and he allows the needy noise that leaves him to speak for itself.
Not wanting to waste any time, Zoro pulls out almost all the way, the slow drag of his cock making Sanji twitch and shudder, until only the fat head of his cock remains inside him. With little warning, his hips thrust forward, his tip harshly kissing his cervix and drawing out noise after embarrassing noise. Sanji loves this, he loves this kind of controlled pain, and Zoro does too, if his reactions to blunt nails raking across his back is any indication. Zoro sets a harsh and brutal pace, fighting for every bit of space he can get inside Sanji’s tight pussy, shoving them both against the wall over and over again.
The minutes blend together as Sanji abandons the idea of trying to stitch his brain back together, happy to just focus on the long, fat cock that’s splitting him apart and the taste of his own blood on Zoro’s teeth and tongue and lips.
“That’s it- fuck ! That’s so good, Zoro! Just like that,” he goads between licks at his boyfriend’s mouth. Said mouth suddenly pulls away, Zoro’s back arches as he drops his head to look down at the two of them where they’re joined. The image must to something to him, as he gets more frantic in his vigorous fucking, nearly spearing Sanji in two.
Whatever he sees, it draws a shaky breath from his lungs. “Look at us,” he rasps, suddenly readjusting Sanji in his arms, jostling him until he’s nearly bent in half, broad hands cupped over his shoulders, cradling him so he has a clearer view of Zoro’s cock driving into him..
Zoro’s blood-stained, tanned cock sliding in and out of him.
He groans loud, the noise ringing out in the steamed up room, overpowering the wet schlap-ing noises of their intimacy. He reaches a hand down to his clit, jerking himself off with his thumb and forefinger vigorously just as Zoro lets out a needy little noise right into his ear.
“Babe…” oh how Sanji loves that nickname , “I- fuck- I’m close.”
Sanji nods and babbles something incomprehensible as he’s thrown right back to that precipice of total, mind-bending pleasure. He begs Zoro to hold on as he works at his own cock while twitching around and milking Zoro’s until they’re both mindlessly moaning against each other’s bloody and slick-stained mouths.
Zoro’s the first to finish, spewing some expletives that Sanji can’t quite catch, and the feeling of his sticky, warm load flooding his cunt is what eventually tips Sanji over the edge too. He comes hard around his boyfriend’s cock, once again constricting every muscle he has to keep the mosshead as close as he possibly can to his own body as they both ride out the aftershocks.
Coming back into his own body again, he feels Zoro’s hot breath at the crook of his neck, and idly spares a thought to how much hot water they must have used.
“Feeling better?” He mutters against Sanji’s skin.
He grins, “hm… still feeling a little achy.”