A Night Beneath the Stars

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As the night darkened, the stars began to twinkle in the vast sky, casting a serene glow over the Thousand Sunny,the rest of the crew on the Thousand Sunny drifted off to sleep.

The sound of gentle waves lapping against the ship's hull created a soothing backdrop, a lullaby for those who were fortunate enough to be exhausted from the day's adventures.

But for Sanji and Zoro, sleep was a distant memory.

"You know, if we keep this up, we might just wake the entire crew,"

Sanji teased, a mixture of challenge and nervousness in his voice.

Zoro chuckled lowly, his breath warm against Sanji's ear as he leaned closer.

"Let them wake up. I don't care,"

he murmured, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down Sanji's spine.

"Right now, all I want is you."

Sanji's cheeks flushed, a heat spreading through him that had nothing to do with the chill of the night.

He felt exhilarated, alive in a way he hadn't in years.

"You're insatiable,"

he teased, though his voice lacked any real bite.

He wanted this-wanted Zoro.

With a swift motion, Zoro captured Sanji's lips again, the kiss deepening as he pressed his body against Sanji's.

As they kissed, the world around them faded away, leaving only the heat that built between their bodies.

Zoro's lips moved with a deliberate slowness, each touch igniting a fire within Sanji.

The pirate's calloused hand deftly worked at the buttons of Sanji's shirt, every release sending a thrill through the chef's spine.

Sanji felt the cool air against his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from Zoro, who took his time, exploring the expanse of Sanji's torso with hungry kisses and teasing bites, marking a path of heat down his chest.

Sanji's breath hitched as Zoro trailed his lips downward, his mouth leaving fervent kisses that sent jolts of desire coursing through him.

Despite the flutter of nerves, Sanji couldn't suppress the soft moans escaping his lips, each sound an encouragement for Zoro to continue.

Zoro reveled in the way Sanji responded, the way his body tensed and relaxed under his touch, and with each mark left on Sanji's skin, he claimed him further.

Zoro paused, his lips hovering just above the large scar that stretched across Sanji's stomach.

He glanced up at Sanji, searching for signs of discomfort, but instead found a mix of vulnerability and shock etched across his features.

"What happened?"

Zoro asked softly, barely above a whisper, as he traced the rough edges of the scar with his fingertip.

"When did you get hurt? I don't remember you having a stitch here in the last two years."

Sanji hesitated, the weight of memories pressing down on him like an anchor.

The pain associated with that scar was fresh, more than just a physical reminder.

It spoke of secrets he had long kept hidden, buried beneath layers of bravado and resilience.

"I got it on Whole Cake Island,"

he finally replied, his voice steady but filled with an undercurrent of sadness.

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