ZoSopp PWP
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dethoratsThis is one of the prompts I answered for the anon OP fan meme, revised and touched up a bit.
Prompt: Zoro polishes his favorite sword, Hana Arashi
Rating: R
Pairing: Zoro/Usopp
Word Count: 2885
“You really want to know how I polish my swords?”
There’d been a dangerous glint in Zoro’s eyes as he spoke, a light that promised more than what he was asking for, but Usopp had figured he’d be okay. After all, Zoro cleaned his swords regularly and efficiently and it wasn’t like he would let any of his nakama come close to injuring themselves with the deadly blades. Sure he’d seen that glint before, several times in fact, and always right before he’d been pinned to an alley wall or bent over the nearest ship’s rail or found himself confronted with an eyeful of the REST of Zoro’s green hair. But Usopp really and truly was curious about some of the tools the swordsman used and he had a bet about the fluffy one going with Luffy that he badly wanted to win. And what was the worst that could happen? True the swordsman could be sneaky when he wanted, but he was also a lazy bastard. As a condition necessary to find out the information hadn’t been leveled, Usopp assumed – always a risk – he’d be safe. He’d nodded his agreement and Zoro had grinned, a not-very-reassuring toothy shark-like sort of expression that made Usopp just a little nervous.
“Okay, come meet me in the men’s cabin after lunch and I’ll show you.”
Usopp, once he was finished with his chore of dish-duty, had wavered up on deck. The bet was a good one, one he didn’t want to lose, but Zoro had been rather strange about his agreement. Red flags were going up in the sniper’s mind and all of his many ‘Great Captain Usopp Danger Alarms’ had been triggered. The hair at the back of his neck was standing at attention, he had that queasy feeling in his stomach, and his knees were threatening to knock together against his will. All signs pointed to trouble but, as Usopp overheard Luffy nagging Brooke and Robin about sword-polishing techniques, he resolved not to lose. He could do this. Zoro had never hurt him and there was no reason for him to do so now. Resolutely Usopp quashed his anxiety. He was a brave warrior of the sea after all, and a simple lesson from a fellow nakama would not best him. Still, a few beads of cold sweat broke out along his brow as he headed below and pushed open the door to the men’s bunks.
Zoro had already been in the cabin, tanned torso shirtless after a quick round of push-ups and sit-ups following Sanji’s excellent meal. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch, palms upturned on his knees as if he had been meditating, and he only bothered to open his eyes once Usopp stepped into the room and closed the door. As for the purpose of their little tet a tet, the kit the swordsman used was spread out on the cushions behind him; the little container of powder, the funny-looking puffball at the end of the stick, the vial of protective oil, and the collection of flannels and special paper for wiping the blade, everything but the swords themselves. Usopp frowned, confused, and looked around the rather messy room, finally spotting the trio of hilts peeking up over the back of the couch. That seemed like a funny place for them to be, given that they were necessary to this operation, but Zoro was weird sometimes when it came to his blades and the sniper decided the wisest course of action would be not to question it. He walked over to the swordsman, proud that his knees were steady, and Zoro raised an eyebrow even as he patted one of the empty cushions.
“Still want to learn?”
“Of course,” Usopp replied, determination and a little bit of confusion coloring his voice as he made himself comfortable on the couch. It was just sword cleaning, he reminded himself; Zoro was acting like it was some sort of production even though he did it every day.
“Okay.” Zoro rolled over onto his knees before Usopp in a single fluid motion and promptly reached out to unhook the straps on the sniper’s overalls.
“W-wait! What’re you doing?!” Shock made Usopp’s voice crack and he stared down in disbelief at the calloused fingers touching his chest. This didn’t make any sense at all!
Zoro didn’t stop, ignoring the hands that started flailing at him as he pulled the bib of Usopp’s overalls down and then began working on the fabric as it gathered at the sniper’s slim hips. “Giving you a demonstration, what’s it look like?”
“Like you’ve gone crazy!” Usopp pointed a finger at his temple and moved it in circles, the universal symbol for a nut job. Then he directed it at the three hilts he could clearly see, resting only a foot or so from him on the opposite side of the couch. “Your swords are right there!”
Zoro grunted and wormed a hand beneath Usopp’s rear to grasp a handful of the sturdy cloth. He yanked and the liar squawked at the indignity and the overalls ended up bunched around a pair of shaking knees. “Not all of them are,” Zoro replied calmly, as if he went around stripping nakama every day before undertaking the mundane task of sword cleaning. He reached forward with no further preamble to rest a – very warm and broad – palm over the front of Usopp’s green-and-blue polka dot boxers.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Usopp’s voice wasn’t nearly as outraged as he would have liked, as it deserved to be. Zoro’s hand there was getting to be rather familiar and his teenage body had a tendency to react to just about any sort of stimulus in that region in any event. Though he desired to remain the aggrieved party, his body had other ideas. He could feel his cock starting to fill and swell and that smug grin on Zoro’s face meant he hadn’t missed it either. But Usopp had his bet, a whole box of Nami’s newly purchased, very expensive gourmet chocolates, riding on finding out Zoro’s technique. The desire to win, to beat his captain at something so dangerous, was enough that being molested – no matter how good it felt – wasn’t on the agenda until AFTER he knew the ins and outs. Besides, he wanted to EAT those chocolates, not have to risk Nami’s wrath and the integrity of his skull by stealing them. “They’re right here!” And he’d even managed to lay a fingertip on the white one until Zoro stopped him with just three words.
“Not Hana Arashi.”
That was a truth that even Usopp, inveterate liar, couldn’t fully deny. But that sword had been only temporary, when seastone handcuffs and a ridiculous alternative of amputation had meant there’d been no other choice. Besides, with the unfortunate destruction of Yubashiri, Usopp had figured he’d never hear that name again. Zoro, it seemed, saw things in a different light. Still, the sniper wasn’t about to take that excuse entirely lying sprawled and half naked on the couch.
“You do know,” he said slowly and clearly because sometimes talking to Zoro was like talking to the village idiot, “that I’m not a sword, right.”
Zoro stared at him like he was the moron in the room. “Of course you’re not a sword. But Hana Arashi is.”
The smack Usopp gave to his own forehead was very loud and rather hard. It made the sniper blink in pained irritation as he studied the set expression on the swordsman’s face. Zoro could be damn stubborn when he wanted to and playing games with semantics wasn’t likely to get Usopp any closer to winning his bet. But maybe if he played along he could get what he wanted out of the situation and perhaps even a little bit extra. Careful not to let any of his sly thoughts show on his face, Usopp wriggled back into the couch and let his knees fall open as far as his overalls would allow.
“Then show me how you’d polish Hana Arashi and I mean exactly how, as if all of it was here. And, uh, explain what you’re going to do so I understand.” And am ready for it, he silently added. His danger senses were still jangling with alarm and forewarned was fore-armed after all.
Rather surprisingly – and not exactly to Usopp’s comfort – Zoro seemed highly amenable to that suggestion, as if he was getting what he wanted. The warmth that had been draped over Usopp’s groin shifted, fingers dipping into the opening of his boxers to wrap around his cock and slip it free. Exposed, the sniper’s betraying flesh jerked and firmed beneath the slow strokes the swordsman gave it.
“H-hey! I thought we had an agreement here.” Usopp had expected as much but a protest let him preserve a trace of his dignity.
Zoro’s eyes were bright with laughter even though his face gave away no other trace of his amusement. “I need a sword if I’m going to demonstrate. Part of you is cooperating. The rest of you needs to shut up and get with the program too.”
That was just plain mean but Zoro chose to accompany his words with a rather clever flicker of his fingers around the crown that made Usopp reluctant to complain again. Steadily, and for rather longer than he needed, the swordsman worked on making Hana Arashi steely-hard and fully erect. Usopp, although he should have been paying attention, couldn’t help it when his eyes slipped shut in pleasure, and he let out a whimper of loss when Zoro finally took his hand away.
“Normally,” Zoro said once glazed brown eyes finally cracked open to see what was happening, “I would have used a cloth to wipe any traces of blood or other substances off of the blade. But I think we’ve satisfied the cleaning phase.”
He leaned over and picked up the small container of powder, showing it to Usopp. His voice was brisk, business-like, as he explained. “This has kanahada in it. It’s kind of like steel ash and it’s made at the same time a sword is forged. I put this on the blade and rub it in to protect it against rust. But I don’t think Hana Arashi needs that right now.”
Usopp shook his head vigorously in agreement. That sounded painful as hell and he didn’t want something that abrasive anywhere near his dick. He watched, a little bit anxious, as Zoro put down the powder and grabbed the item that had caused so many questions. The puffball, on closer examination, was made of very small feathers cleverly worked into a dense ball of fluff. It looked very clean but Zoro’s next words weren’t very reassuring for the safety of his delicate flesh.
“This spreads the powder over the blade. It takes a certain technique to do it right. Watch closely.”
The sniper never had a chance to get his protest out, for the soft feathers immediately trailed up the length of his erection and made him flinch away. It hadn’t hurt but it had been so light and tentative after Zoro’s palm that Usopp couldn’t stand it. A hand like an iron manacle wrapped around one thigh and held him immobile while the swordsman brandished the feather-stick like a weapon.
“Hold still. How do you expect to learn if you’re squirming away?”
Wicked was the only word for the grin on Zoro’s face as he lowered the puffball wand and lightly brushed it over Usopp’s twitching cock. It was pure torture, long minutes of teasing, tickling stimulation that set the long-nosed pirate on fire without ever bringing him close to release. Zoro – that sadistic bastard – enjoyed every minute of it. Talking casually all the while as he described the techniques he was using and their specific purposes, the information went in one of Usopp’s ears and right out the other. He was too involved in fighting the immovable grip on his leg and on dealing with the intense sensations focused on such a narrow part of his body. It finally grew to be too much and he managed to gasp for mercy in between his near constant stream of moans and curses.
“That’s enough! Please! I get it already!”
It took the sniper several moments to realize Zoro had complied, the sheer amount of stimulation making it feel like the feathers were still ghosting over his erection. His cock was flushed and aching, fluid gathered in the slit and leaking over his hungry flesh, and he just wanted to come but he had a feeling Zoro wouldn’t make it that easy for him. Indeed, the swordsman had already swapped the feather-stick for the vial of oil and one of the scraps of flannel rag. The familiar smell of cloves hit Usopp’s nose as Zoro unscrewed the vial. It was a scent the sniper had become accustomed to for it always clung to Zoro but he really didn’t think he wanted it rubbed into his dick. He watched as Zoro inhaled softly and then recapped the vial, seeming to come to a similar conclusion.
“Don’t think we’ll use this either,” he murmured even as he set the oil and cloth aside. Then he turned back to Usopp. “Bet you already know what I do with those. How the oil protects the blade.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, then you know pretty much how I polish my swords. Wipe ‘em clean, spread the kanahada, and put on the oil. If I need them sharpened or repaired, it’s much better to take them to a smith. There’re special techniques that take years to learn and I don’t really know that much about them aside from putting on a temporary edge. So,” and he leaned back from the couch, resting his weight on his palms. Nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes or so tormenting the sniper, Zoro looked up at him. “You satisfied?”
Usopp looked at the swordsman and then down at his needy, desperate cock. His hand twitched, and it took every ounce of self-control the sniper had to keep from touching himself, from reaching out and grabbing the swordsman to get him to finish what he’d started. “Is that all?” he asked incredulously. Was Zoro really going to leave him like that?
“Well,” Zoro deadpanned. “I suppose I could show you what I’d do in an emergency. It’s called the spit ‘n’ shine technique.”
The groan Usopp gave was half for the older pirate’s stupid joke – damn the bastard and his pathetic love of puns - and half for the delicious feel of Zoro’s hot mouth wrapping around his aching dick. Finally, finally, Zoro had stopped being evil and had taken pity on him and his desperate hormones. The swordsman sucked Usopp’s cock back in earnest, letting the head nudge at the back of his throat, and hummed hungrily around the thick flesh. Between the pressure, the heat, and that rather evil thing Zoro opted to do with his tongue, it didn’t take long for Usopp to find relief and he came with a weak shout, fingers tugging on short green hair. Zoro smiled smugly up at the sniper from his position in the younger man’s lap and deliberately swallowed. It took all of his remaining strength for Usopp to haul Zoro up and claim his lips after that but somehow he managed.
“Hey, um, so…” he murmured a short while later, feeling very languid and tired and tricked but not wanting to be greedy since he’d gotten even more than he’d asked for. “You want me to…”
“Nah.” Zoro brushed him off despite the hard length the sniper could feel digging insistently into his leg. “But since I DID just win your bet for you, I deserve part of it. You owe me at least fifty percent.”
“Now wait just a second,” Usopp protested. Since when did Zoro know about his bet? No wonder it had been so easy to get the information! He’d been had, taken, USED even! Sure, it had been better than great but the sniper had principles. “It’s my bet and you just tormented me for your own pleasure! Twenty percent. And that’s only if Luffy manages to get away with them.”
“Forty,” Zoro countered, eyes narrowed as they bargained. “If Luffy had ordered me to tell him, I would have and then you’d’ve lost AND missed out on this learning experience.”
“Thirty,” Usopp offered with some finality and then continued with his offer. “And I’ll do you right now.”
Zoro paused, considering his options. Finally he grinned and shrugged, reaching behind him to sweep his supplies off the couch with little care as he sent them clattering to the floor. “Deal,” he said as he unbuttoned his pants and shoved them lower. “But you better not give me any of the ones with cherries in the center or I’ll have to teach you another lesson about swords.”
Usopp smirked as he lowered his head, plush lips wrapping around the head of the swordsman’s cock. That had sounded like a promise and, having survived one round of instructions, he was more than willing to learn everything else Zoro had to offer.
Note: The bits about the purpose of and composition of kanahada and about the use of clove oil in samurai sword polish are true. Some of the rest of it is true too but based more on common sense. Other bits I made up completely but still seem plausible.
Prompt: Zoro polishes his favorite sword, Hana Arashi
Rating: R
Pairing: Zoro/Usopp
Word Count: 2885
“You really want to know how I polish my swords?”
There’d been a dangerous glint in Zoro’s eyes as he spoke, a light that promised more than what he was asking for, but Usopp had figured he’d be okay. After all, Zoro cleaned his swords regularly and efficiently and it wasn’t like he would let any of his nakama come close to injuring themselves with the deadly blades. Sure he’d seen that glint before, several times in fact, and always right before he’d been pinned to an alley wall or bent over the nearest ship’s rail or found himself confronted with an eyeful of the REST of Zoro’s green hair. But Usopp really and truly was curious about some of the tools the swordsman used and he had a bet about the fluffy one going with Luffy that he badly wanted to win. And what was the worst that could happen? True the swordsman could be sneaky when he wanted, but he was also a lazy bastard. As a condition necessary to find out the information hadn’t been leveled, Usopp assumed – always a risk – he’d be safe. He’d nodded his agreement and Zoro had grinned, a not-very-reassuring toothy shark-like sort of expression that made Usopp just a little nervous.
“Okay, come meet me in the men’s cabin after lunch and I’ll show you.”
Usopp, once he was finished with his chore of dish-duty, had wavered up on deck. The bet was a good one, one he didn’t want to lose, but Zoro had been rather strange about his agreement. Red flags were going up in the sniper’s mind and all of his many ‘Great Captain Usopp Danger Alarms’ had been triggered. The hair at the back of his neck was standing at attention, he had that queasy feeling in his stomach, and his knees were threatening to knock together against his will. All signs pointed to trouble but, as Usopp overheard Luffy nagging Brooke and Robin about sword-polishing techniques, he resolved not to lose. He could do this. Zoro had never hurt him and there was no reason for him to do so now. Resolutely Usopp quashed his anxiety. He was a brave warrior of the sea after all, and a simple lesson from a fellow nakama would not best him. Still, a few beads of cold sweat broke out along his brow as he headed below and pushed open the door to the men’s bunks.
Zoro had already been in the cabin, tanned torso shirtless after a quick round of push-ups and sit-ups following Sanji’s excellent meal. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch, palms upturned on his knees as if he had been meditating, and he only bothered to open his eyes once Usopp stepped into the room and closed the door. As for the purpose of their little tet a tet, the kit the swordsman used was spread out on the cushions behind him; the little container of powder, the funny-looking puffball at the end of the stick, the vial of protective oil, and the collection of flannels and special paper for wiping the blade, everything but the swords themselves. Usopp frowned, confused, and looked around the rather messy room, finally spotting the trio of hilts peeking up over the back of the couch. That seemed like a funny place for them to be, given that they were necessary to this operation, but Zoro was weird sometimes when it came to his blades and the sniper decided the wisest course of action would be not to question it. He walked over to the swordsman, proud that his knees were steady, and Zoro raised an eyebrow even as he patted one of the empty cushions.
“Still want to learn?”
“Of course,” Usopp replied, determination and a little bit of confusion coloring his voice as he made himself comfortable on the couch. It was just sword cleaning, he reminded himself; Zoro was acting like it was some sort of production even though he did it every day.
“Okay.” Zoro rolled over onto his knees before Usopp in a single fluid motion and promptly reached out to unhook the straps on the sniper’s overalls.
“W-wait! What’re you doing?!” Shock made Usopp’s voice crack and he stared down in disbelief at the calloused fingers touching his chest. This didn’t make any sense at all!
Zoro didn’t stop, ignoring the hands that started flailing at him as he pulled the bib of Usopp’s overalls down and then began working on the fabric as it gathered at the sniper’s slim hips. “Giving you a demonstration, what’s it look like?”
“Like you’ve gone crazy!” Usopp pointed a finger at his temple and moved it in circles, the universal symbol for a nut job. Then he directed it at the three hilts he could clearly see, resting only a foot or so from him on the opposite side of the couch. “Your swords are right there!”
Zoro grunted and wormed a hand beneath Usopp’s rear to grasp a handful of the sturdy cloth. He yanked and the liar squawked at the indignity and the overalls ended up bunched around a pair of shaking knees. “Not all of them are,” Zoro replied calmly, as if he went around stripping nakama every day before undertaking the mundane task of sword cleaning. He reached forward with no further preamble to rest a – very warm and broad – palm over the front of Usopp’s green-and-blue polka dot boxers.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Usopp’s voice wasn’t nearly as outraged as he would have liked, as it deserved to be. Zoro’s hand there was getting to be rather familiar and his teenage body had a tendency to react to just about any sort of stimulus in that region in any event. Though he desired to remain the aggrieved party, his body had other ideas. He could feel his cock starting to fill and swell and that smug grin on Zoro’s face meant he hadn’t missed it either. But Usopp had his bet, a whole box of Nami’s newly purchased, very expensive gourmet chocolates, riding on finding out Zoro’s technique. The desire to win, to beat his captain at something so dangerous, was enough that being molested – no matter how good it felt – wasn’t on the agenda until AFTER he knew the ins and outs. Besides, he wanted to EAT those chocolates, not have to risk Nami’s wrath and the integrity of his skull by stealing them. “They’re right here!” And he’d even managed to lay a fingertip on the white one until Zoro stopped him with just three words.
“Not Hana Arashi.”
That was a truth that even Usopp, inveterate liar, couldn’t fully deny. But that sword had been only temporary, when seastone handcuffs and a ridiculous alternative of amputation had meant there’d been no other choice. Besides, with the unfortunate destruction of Yubashiri, Usopp had figured he’d never hear that name again. Zoro, it seemed, saw things in a different light. Still, the sniper wasn’t about to take that excuse entirely lying sprawled and half naked on the couch.
“You do know,” he said slowly and clearly because sometimes talking to Zoro was like talking to the village idiot, “that I’m not a sword, right.”
Zoro stared at him like he was the moron in the room. “Of course you’re not a sword. But Hana Arashi is.”
The smack Usopp gave to his own forehead was very loud and rather hard. It made the sniper blink in pained irritation as he studied the set expression on the swordsman’s face. Zoro could be damn stubborn when he wanted to and playing games with semantics wasn’t likely to get Usopp any closer to winning his bet. But maybe if he played along he could get what he wanted out of the situation and perhaps even a little bit extra. Careful not to let any of his sly thoughts show on his face, Usopp wriggled back into the couch and let his knees fall open as far as his overalls would allow.
“Then show me how you’d polish Hana Arashi and I mean exactly how, as if all of it was here. And, uh, explain what you’re going to do so I understand.” And am ready for it, he silently added. His danger senses were still jangling with alarm and forewarned was fore-armed after all.
Rather surprisingly – and not exactly to Usopp’s comfort – Zoro seemed highly amenable to that suggestion, as if he was getting what he wanted. The warmth that had been draped over Usopp’s groin shifted, fingers dipping into the opening of his boxers to wrap around his cock and slip it free. Exposed, the sniper’s betraying flesh jerked and firmed beneath the slow strokes the swordsman gave it.
“H-hey! I thought we had an agreement here.” Usopp had expected as much but a protest let him preserve a trace of his dignity.
Zoro’s eyes were bright with laughter even though his face gave away no other trace of his amusement. “I need a sword if I’m going to demonstrate. Part of you is cooperating. The rest of you needs to shut up and get with the program too.”
That was just plain mean but Zoro chose to accompany his words with a rather clever flicker of his fingers around the crown that made Usopp reluctant to complain again. Steadily, and for rather longer than he needed, the swordsman worked on making Hana Arashi steely-hard and fully erect. Usopp, although he should have been paying attention, couldn’t help it when his eyes slipped shut in pleasure, and he let out a whimper of loss when Zoro finally took his hand away.
“Normally,” Zoro said once glazed brown eyes finally cracked open to see what was happening, “I would have used a cloth to wipe any traces of blood or other substances off of the blade. But I think we’ve satisfied the cleaning phase.”
He leaned over and picked up the small container of powder, showing it to Usopp. His voice was brisk, business-like, as he explained. “This has kanahada in it. It’s kind of like steel ash and it’s made at the same time a sword is forged. I put this on the blade and rub it in to protect it against rust. But I don’t think Hana Arashi needs that right now.”
Usopp shook his head vigorously in agreement. That sounded painful as hell and he didn’t want something that abrasive anywhere near his dick. He watched, a little bit anxious, as Zoro put down the powder and grabbed the item that had caused so many questions. The puffball, on closer examination, was made of very small feathers cleverly worked into a dense ball of fluff. It looked very clean but Zoro’s next words weren’t very reassuring for the safety of his delicate flesh.
“This spreads the powder over the blade. It takes a certain technique to do it right. Watch closely.”
The sniper never had a chance to get his protest out, for the soft feathers immediately trailed up the length of his erection and made him flinch away. It hadn’t hurt but it had been so light and tentative after Zoro’s palm that Usopp couldn’t stand it. A hand like an iron manacle wrapped around one thigh and held him immobile while the swordsman brandished the feather-stick like a weapon.
“Hold still. How do you expect to learn if you’re squirming away?”
Wicked was the only word for the grin on Zoro’s face as he lowered the puffball wand and lightly brushed it over Usopp’s twitching cock. It was pure torture, long minutes of teasing, tickling stimulation that set the long-nosed pirate on fire without ever bringing him close to release. Zoro – that sadistic bastard – enjoyed every minute of it. Talking casually all the while as he described the techniques he was using and their specific purposes, the information went in one of Usopp’s ears and right out the other. He was too involved in fighting the immovable grip on his leg and on dealing with the intense sensations focused on such a narrow part of his body. It finally grew to be too much and he managed to gasp for mercy in between his near constant stream of moans and curses.
“That’s enough! Please! I get it already!”
It took the sniper several moments to realize Zoro had complied, the sheer amount of stimulation making it feel like the feathers were still ghosting over his erection. His cock was flushed and aching, fluid gathered in the slit and leaking over his hungry flesh, and he just wanted to come but he had a feeling Zoro wouldn’t make it that easy for him. Indeed, the swordsman had already swapped the feather-stick for the vial of oil and one of the scraps of flannel rag. The familiar smell of cloves hit Usopp’s nose as Zoro unscrewed the vial. It was a scent the sniper had become accustomed to for it always clung to Zoro but he really didn’t think he wanted it rubbed into his dick. He watched as Zoro inhaled softly and then recapped the vial, seeming to come to a similar conclusion.
“Don’t think we’ll use this either,” he murmured even as he set the oil and cloth aside. Then he turned back to Usopp. “Bet you already know what I do with those. How the oil protects the blade.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, then you know pretty much how I polish my swords. Wipe ‘em clean, spread the kanahada, and put on the oil. If I need them sharpened or repaired, it’s much better to take them to a smith. There’re special techniques that take years to learn and I don’t really know that much about them aside from putting on a temporary edge. So,” and he leaned back from the couch, resting his weight on his palms. Nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes or so tormenting the sniper, Zoro looked up at him. “You satisfied?”
Usopp looked at the swordsman and then down at his needy, desperate cock. His hand twitched, and it took every ounce of self-control the sniper had to keep from touching himself, from reaching out and grabbing the swordsman to get him to finish what he’d started. “Is that all?” he asked incredulously. Was Zoro really going to leave him like that?
“Well,” Zoro deadpanned. “I suppose I could show you what I’d do in an emergency. It’s called the spit ‘n’ shine technique.”
The groan Usopp gave was half for the older pirate’s stupid joke – damn the bastard and his pathetic love of puns - and half for the delicious feel of Zoro’s hot mouth wrapping around his aching dick. Finally, finally, Zoro had stopped being evil and had taken pity on him and his desperate hormones. The swordsman sucked Usopp’s cock back in earnest, letting the head nudge at the back of his throat, and hummed hungrily around the thick flesh. Between the pressure, the heat, and that rather evil thing Zoro opted to do with his tongue, it didn’t take long for Usopp to find relief and he came with a weak shout, fingers tugging on short green hair. Zoro smiled smugly up at the sniper from his position in the younger man’s lap and deliberately swallowed. It took all of his remaining strength for Usopp to haul Zoro up and claim his lips after that but somehow he managed.
“Hey, um, so…” he murmured a short while later, feeling very languid and tired and tricked but not wanting to be greedy since he’d gotten even more than he’d asked for. “You want me to…”
“Nah.” Zoro brushed him off despite the hard length the sniper could feel digging insistently into his leg. “But since I DID just win your bet for you, I deserve part of it. You owe me at least fifty percent.”
“Now wait just a second,” Usopp protested. Since when did Zoro know about his bet? No wonder it had been so easy to get the information! He’d been had, taken, USED even! Sure, it had been better than great but the sniper had principles. “It’s my bet and you just tormented me for your own pleasure! Twenty percent. And that’s only if Luffy manages to get away with them.”
“Forty,” Zoro countered, eyes narrowed as they bargained. “If Luffy had ordered me to tell him, I would have and then you’d’ve lost AND missed out on this learning experience.”
“Thirty,” Usopp offered with some finality and then continued with his offer. “And I’ll do you right now.”
Zoro paused, considering his options. Finally he grinned and shrugged, reaching behind him to sweep his supplies off the couch with little care as he sent them clattering to the floor. “Deal,” he said as he unbuttoned his pants and shoved them lower. “But you better not give me any of the ones with cherries in the center or I’ll have to teach you another lesson about swords.”
Usopp smirked as he lowered his head, plush lips wrapping around the head of the swordsman’s cock. That had sounded like a promise and, having survived one round of instructions, he was more than willing to learn everything else Zoro had to offer.
Note: The bits about the purpose of and composition of kanahada and about the use of clove oil in samurai sword polish are true. Some of the rest of it is true too but based more on common sense. Other bits I made up completely but still seem plausible.
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Date: 2008-09-03 09:09 pm (UTC)RUN USOPP!!
i never thought i would like a zosopp fic... but you proved me wrong
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Date: 2008-11-26 04:47 am (UTC)(lol late comment is late)