One Piece Fic, and By Gum, It's Been Awhile

[dethorats]

plotbunny_tiff, I see your exchange gift has been posted and it wasn't this prompt. So I went ahead and wrote it, seeing as it would have probably poked at me until I did.

Title: Packages (as that was the prompt)
Rating: R
Pairing: AceZoSopp
Word Count: 1986



Three days after Christmas and it was as if the holiday was still in full swing on the Thousand Sunny. With a week between Christmas and the start of the new year, Luffy had proclaimed that they might as well just celebrate the entire time, especially since the ship wasn’t going to be sailing in the intervening days. It took nearly a month for the log post to set, an inconvenience redeemed only by the fact that the island was uninhabited and teeming with all sorts of game and wild foodstuffs. A vacation of sorts for the Straw Hats and one they all knew to savor. They were, Nami and Robin believed after some consultation of old maps and books, only about seven or eight hops from Raftel and the way forward would undoubtedly be one of constant struggle. Ace being there was an added bonus. The captain’s brother had been through the wringer recently but he was alive and hale and if he wasn’t completely whole in the head, well, time and good company and Sanji’s cooking were slowly seeing to that. He kept the crew of the Thousand Sunny charmed and pleased, none more that his brother, and the familial conviviality made Christmas even better. The extended holiday had put everyone into high spirits and Usopp whistled to himself cheerfully as he made his way from the bright and noisy warmth of the galley down a level to the sleeping quarters.

Dinner had run late and he’d stayed longer than he’d planned, watching with no small amount of amazement even after months of experience as Luffy devoured an entire wild boar himself and half of a turkey. Usopp had won the wishbone pull and had merely smiled as Chopper and the captain prevailed on him to state his wish. Sanji and Nami were still in the galley too and he’d flushed ever so slightly as the chef insinuated that whatever he could have wanted most definitely had to do with a certain idiot marimo. The sniper demurred but he couldn’t keep the anticipation from building in him as he scraped back his bench and took his leave of his nakama. Zoro had been full of surprises lately, drawing out the spirit of the season and indulging in what had been a previously hidden, or maybe just unexplored, talent for spoiling Usopp. He was on the eighth day of twelve and, with dinner over, Usopp had yet to receive his present.

The hints dropped throughout the morning and afternoon, and the few instances of Zoro’s bare feet sneaking inside his pant leg and rubbing at his ankle bones during dinner, had led Usopp to expect something a little more physical than any of the gifts he’d received so far. Until that point, he’d gotten a mixed bag of presents, some a little odd, but all wonderful and thoughtful and insightful in a way that had Usopp had never expected. He needed to give Zoro more credit; they all did except for maybe Luffy. The swordsman liked to hide behind his gruff exterior but, discounting his utter failure with directions, he tended to notice everything even though most people probably never noticed his observations. In any event, Usopp was looking forward to whatever would come next. It had been hard to keep a straight face at dinner with Zoro smirking at him and playing footsie and his cock had been half hard all the way through the soup and salad course. It was getting there again, anticipation low in his belly and spreading lower, and Usopp grinned when he stopped in front of the men’s quarters.

There was a dashed off note on the door in Zoro’s spiky handwriting telling everyone to stay away if they knew what was good for them and a smaller section at the bottom inviting Usopp to come in, a red bow stuck next to his name a clear indicator that it was time for his present. It was impossible to mistake Zoro’s intentions at that point and Usopp indulgently rubbed his palm over his crotch, placating the erection that was now straining against his clothing. Then he unclasped the straps of his overalls, letting them dangle down to smack the back of his calves and the bib hanging over and obscuring his desire. The long-sleeved shirt he’d been wearing underneath came off too and, on a whim, he plucked the bow from the note and nestled it between his collarbones. It was dark in the cabin, and very warm, and Usopp took a moment to drop his shirt and make sure the door was locked before he hunted for Zoro. A low groan and a sudden sparkle of flame gave him his answer.

It was impossible for blood to freeze and catch fire at the same time but Usopp’s damn well tried. His cock throbbed even as his heart began to crumble and he took one shaky step backwards and nearly tripped over his shirt before Ace’s smooth voice stilled him.

“Another present? Zoro, you shouldn’t have.” The timbre of the older pirate’s voice deepened and dropped as he raked fire-bright eyes over Usopp, lingering on his exposed nipples and the slight protrudance beneath his half-undone overalls before finally stopping on the bow. “And in such an attractive package too. It’ll be almost a shame to unwrap it but I HAVE to know what’s inside.”

Zoro groaned again and this time Usopp couldn’t be sure whether it was from the cheesy comments or from where he could see the movement of Ace’s arm, catch a glimpse of oil-slicked fingers and palm. It was a sight that made the sniper weak in the knees, lust and depression both sweeping through him as he gaped at them. Zoro on his knees, face buried in the crook of an elbow by the floor, and naked and taking it and god, if only that was Zoro’s hand back there, or his, and not Ace’s, not anyone else’s. He must have stammered something, a stuttered flow of words he couldn’t even remember and it made Zoro’s head jerk up, green eyes gone verdant and gleaming in the faint light from the flame dancing along one of Ace’s shoulder blades. The older pirate chuckled, mellow and dusky, and did something that made Zoro’s mouth fall open.

“I know you’re not for me,” Ace said then, eyes intent on Usopp. “But I couldn’t resist helping and, well, I still owed the swordsman here a favor.” His voice dropped and he beckoned the sniper with a finger. Usopp took one trembling step forward and then another and another as Ace whispered and he strained to hear. “I know a secret about Zoro. Did you know he’s always wanted to…”

Ace trailed off suggestively, gesturing somewhat obscenely towards where his other hand was buried and then at Zoro’s head. There was a faint blush dusting the swordsman’s cheekbones and his eyes had closed but he nodded slightly when Usopp questioningly called his name. That made circumstances quite different from what the sniper had first believed and relief flooded through him, brought him the rest of the distance across the room. Now he could see clearly where Ace’s fingers disappeared into Zoro’s body, see the way Zoro’s spine arched and how he shifted back into every movement. It went straight to his cock, all of his blood properly burning now, and he stared for a long moment before dropping to his knees in front of the swordsman. Zoro’s mouth worked against his, slackening whenever Ace did something clever or wicked, and there was a tang of molten steel, of ash, on his tongue that could only have come from the other pirate. It tasted wonderful and Usopp chased after the flavor until Zoro whined softly against his lips.

Ace’s fingers were hot, close to burning, where they closed around Usopp’s bare shoulder. But it was a good sort of heat, kind of like a massage that borders on painful but works deeply and effectively. He let himself be urged back to his feet and he closed his eyes when Ace gently cupped his jaw. Fire tasted more metallic than he’d expected and not as spicy but still amazing. His bandanna was tugged off, fingers weaving through his curls and pulling slightly in curiosity, and Usopp wasn’t sure if the whimper he heard came from his throat or Zoro’s. Ace unwrapped him as he’d said he would, taking his time and lingering over Usopp’s boxers, sliding them down and then shifting them back up, tendrils of heat reaching out from his own naked body tease at the sniper’s. Zoro watched it all with one hand wrapped around his dick and Usopp made sure to follow Ace’s lead, giving the best show that he could until all that was left was the bow.

Finally a hand that was nearly too hot closed around Usopp’s cock, stroked it once. “Beautiful,” Ace murmured in his ear before nudging the sniper forward until his erection prodded at Zoro’s lips. Zoro’s mouth was at least as hot as Ace’s hand and Usopp groaned and buried his fingers in short green hair. All too soon, though, he was pulled away, protest dying as Ace merely nodded in the direction of Zoro’s ass.

“I believe that’s your job,” he murmured, and stole the bow, cupping it in his hand. Ace studied Zoro’s face as Usopp carefully eased his way into the swordsman’s prepared body, the corner of his mouth quirking up when Zoro’s eyes dropped to half-mast in pleasure. Then he grinned and stuck the bow on the tip of his waiting cock before sinking to the floor. “And Zoro can open this one.”

Zoro snorted and Usopp, the heat and pressure of the swordsman’s body already coming close to overwhelming him, let out a strained snicker. But soon enough the bow was gone and Zoro’s mouth closed over Ace’s cock, changing the older pirate’s expression from amusement to pleasure. It was a little strange to be looking into Ace’s eyes across the muscled expanse of Zoro’s back but it was hot too. The fire in them burned brighter the longer they went, had a tendency to flare whenever he or Zoro made any sort of noise. There was nothing but pure acceptance of and joy in sex, an easy abandonment that relaxed Usopp, made him want to work Zoro over all the more, send a shared connection of pleasure and lust ringing through the swordsman and into Ace.

Flames began to flicker in and out of existence as Usopp worked a hand beneath Zoro and wrapped it around his cock. The swordsman moaned around Ace and the air grew sultry as the pace picked up. Sweat glistened on Zoro’s spine and wetted Usopp’s brow, their skin growing slick and slippery. And finally, finally, Usopp rolled his hips just hard enough and in just the right way and Zoro’s cock jerked in his hands, warm dampness spilling over his fingers. He barely managed to keep his eyes open as he pounded into the swordsman, orgasm wrung from him, but he saw the split second of incandescence that lit up Ace and left spots in front of his eyes.

Afterwards they collapsed in a sweaty, somewhat sticky pile on the floor, Ace putting out enough heat that they didn’t need to find blankets or clothing just yet. Usopp burrowed into Zoro’s side and sighed in contentment when the swordsman slipped an arm around him. He let his eyes slip closed as their breathing evened out but he was still awake when Ace leaned over to brush a kiss to his temple, to Zoro’s lips. His “thank you” was quiet but heartfelt and he draped a blanket over them before he left. And Usopp, curled in the dark with Zoro, smiled and kissed his own gratitude into the swordsman’s skin.

Comments

[plotbunny-tiff.livejournal.com]

::flails wildly::

It took me forty minutes to read this because our phones are jumpin' today, but oh oh oh was it ever worth the sneakyness!

I can't *WAIT* til I get home so I can indulge in this properly! And Ace's cheesy porn dialouge was just BEAUTIFUL...gahhh.

[astrokender.livejournal.com]

*melts into mindless goo*

guh....

[monkfish17.livejournal.com]

ooooo wow awesome! Dunno why but nobody EVER writes Usopp, especially in sex XD I liked it, even tho I aint too keen on Yaoi XD

[scribe-protra.livejournal.com]

Never have i been so glad I am terrible at writing porn. [admires hot fic of hotness]