Zoro's body trembled as he fought to push himself onto his hands and knees, the weight of his determination battling against his physical strain. With a fierce scowl, he shot a seething glare over his shoulder at the ship's unruffled chef. In an act of infuriating arrogance, the chef casually planted his foot on Zoro's back, the pressure adding insult to injury. Hands tucked casually into his pockets, he loomed over the green-haired swordsman, a haughty curve to his lips that bespoke of a smug superiority.
"Is this it? This is all the famous swordsmen can manage? I'm too bored to even be disappointed." scoffed Sanji, grinding his heel into Zoro's back.
"Really now, is this the best the renowned swordsman can muster?" Sanji's voice dripped with a mix of disdain and mockery, his words slicing through the air like a verbal blade as he pressed his heel harder into Zoro's back.
Amidst the discomfort, Zoro let out a pained cry and gritted his teeth, fighting against Sanji's weight and struggling to get back to his feet.
Sanji just rolled his eyes. "Don't even bother. I've seen the best you can do, and it's nothing worth my time. I was hoping for a decent challenge, but I suppose getting to see you tremble under my boot gives me some consolation~" He drawled, his tone laced with jaded amusement. Then he winked flirtatiously at the ship's elegant female occupants – Robin and Nami – who were immersed in their own world, impervious to the spectacle unfolding nearby.
Zoro exerted his strength against Sanji's forceful stomp, a determined surge that spoke of his unyielding spirit. Sanji's swirled eyebrow arched in surprise as Zoro, driven by an unexpected resilience, rebounded with a sudden, explosive motion, hauling himself back onto his feet. He was wobbling, but he was upright, and the look on Zoro's face told Sanji that this fight wasn't over.
"You...think it's gonna be that easy?" Zoro bellowed, "IT'S NOT OVER YET!" Bellowing out loud, Zoro charged like a raging bull as Sanji, who cooed in appreciation at his fervor, approached. As Zoro reached Sanji, he attempted to get behind him and suplex him down to the floor, but Sanji responded by quickly twisting his body and ending up behind Zoro instead.
The two fought for control, with their bodies pressed up tight and close and their hands grabbing and squeezing at each other for dominance. Sanji's hands danced across Zoro's toned, muscular body... and the blonde silently gulped to himself. Zoro noticed the slight hesitation and didn't plan to waste it.
Zoro grabbed Sanji's arm and tossed him over his shoulder. The element of surprise evoked a sharp, startled exclamation from Sanji, his breath stolen as he collided with the unforgiving floor. Sanji's resistance was an orchestra of grunts and struggles, a symphony of exertion that echoed the unyielding grip of Zoro's armbar.
"NOW GIVE UP!" Zoro demanded, twisting his arm and squeezing his legs tighter.
"NEVER!" Sanji let out a shout of pain, too prideful to give in. And to everyone's surprise, Zoro taps out instead. He let the cook go before his hands tugged them out of their sockets. "Fine, I give up".
The crescendo of their battle faded into silence. The deck bore witness to their clash; its wooden surface was a stage for their fierce encounter. And then they departed. Yet, even in the wake of their duel's surprising conclusion, Sanji's observant nature remained vigilant. Amidst his own physical sensations and thoughts of victory and defeat, he caught a glimpse of Zoro's gait being altered—a subtle but undeniable hint of a limp tainting his stride.
Sanji's thoughts raced, concern knitting his brows as he bit his lip. "Oh, damn... did he get hurt?" The question reverberated within him, an expression of genuine worry for his rival, transcending the boundaries of their rivalry.
The chef acknowledged the unspoken responsibility he felt. "I better go check on him." The sincerity in his thoughts mirrored the complexity of their relationship—a dance between rivalry and camaraderie, rivalry and empathy.
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"Stupid cook..." Zoro cussed under his breath, throwing his bandana on the couch that he calls a bed before stretching his body with a sigh. Zoro's luscious body was even more pronounced in his tight white tee. His massive chest seemed ready to tear the fabric off with every breath. With a hot sigh, he pulled his tee over his head and ventured to lower the zipper of his pants. The metallic sound of the zipper sliding down served as a personal melody.
It felt like steam emerged from his sweaty form as his body was given the chance to breathe. He licked his lips, enjoying the feeling of the cool room air hitting his skin as more of his pants were zipped down, and let loose his personal fourth sword.
Out flopped Zoro's massive, hulking, veiny cock, which throbbed angrily even as it emerged into the room. A mischievous grin curled Zoro's lips, his fingers circling his member playfully as he considered the possibility of seizing a quick few spunk-shots in... and if the bathroom could handle it.
However, just as he readied himself to drop his pants though...
*knock—knock—knock*
"Yo, Marimo? It's me... Uh, there's something I really need to discuss, if you can spare a moment." Sanji's gentle voice filtered through the door, the tone lacking any request for Zoro to approve his entry. The door began to swing open, revealing Sanji's intrusion. Zoro's inner frustration bristled, compelling him to turn his back to the entrance, ensuring that Sanji wouldn't catch an eyeful of the goods.
With an almost inaudible growl held within, Zoro took a mental stance against the unwelcome intruder. Meanwhile, Sanji glided into the room, his gaze skimming over the surroundings. Zoro swallowed hard, acutely aware that the cause of his problem was the person possessing a set of flawlessly shaped, pale ass-cheeks that were always on display as Sanji's pants nestled between them, a tantalizing detail that drove Zoro's thoughts into dangerous territory.
"What in the world, cook? Couldn't even knock before barging in? You've got no clue what I might be up to in here." Zoro's voice sounded irritated, his arms folding across his chest. Casting a glance over his bare shoulder, he met Sanji's gaze. His current situation prevented him from directly addressing Sanji—not while his fat cock was hanging out. A swift zip-up wasn't as simple, not when he's this hard.
"I did knock—I know you're probably tired... But I saw you limp. Are you okay?" Sanji asked.
"I'm fine, please leave," Zoro's responded quickly.
"Hey, no need to keep up the tough act. I won't mock you. If you are hurt, you should see Chopper... Jeez, could you look here for a second?" Sanji frowned, his sharp eyes prickly and frustrated, as his attempts to speak nicely to his rival were seemingly ignored.
A sigh escaped Zoro's lips as he shook his head. "Uhhh... no?"
...to be continued
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FanficZoro just wants some alone time to deal with the tent in his pants. But the snooping cook, won't leave him alone...
