Zoro B-Day Prompt Request
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dethoratsPer astrokender who wanted "Luffy/Zoro and the Kama Sutra please. XD"
Title: Underhanded
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Luffy/Zoro
Word Count: 1,341
Robin comes back to the ship laden with her usual quota of books and Zoro barely spares her a glance from his comfortable slump on the lawn until her shadow falls across his warm patch of sunlight and makes him blink up at her in annoyance.
“Here,” she says, smiling that damn sphinx smile that he can’t read even after months of practice. A brown-wrapped square drops without further preface onto his lap and Zoro glares at her and then at the offending object, poking it suspiciously with a finger.
“What is it?” he asks gruffly, too much experience with Nami’s ‘presents’ making him more than ready to refuse despite – or perhaps because of – how much the cook will nag him about it later. A rousing bout sounds good about now and Zoro isn’t the kind of guy to pass up a fight.
“A present,” Robin replies simply, deigning only to add, “for you and for Captain-san.” She walks off after that, leaving Zoro staring at her retreating back and muttering to himself about the capriciousness of women in general and of his nakama in particular.
Curiosity gets the better of him and he wedges a finger beneath one taped corner, peels back the plain brown paper until he can get a glimpse inside. It’s a book – of course – and Zoro reads the first word of the title, the only part he can see. It says Kama and that means absolutely nothing to him. He snorts and lays it aside. Leave it to the damn woman to give him a book to share with a man who barely has the patience for reading and then to make it in a foreign language no less. Zoro leans back into the grass, hands behind his head, and closes his eyes. If Robin’s back, he only has another half hour or so before the rest of the crew clambers aboard and then Nami and the shit cook will keep him busy with chores until dinner. Time to sleep while he can.
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Zoro forgets all about the book and it’s only a week later that he comes across it again. He’s busy rummaging through the mess that is his and Luffy’s shared footlocker when he raps his knuckles on it and he pulls it out and stares at it with a frown. It’s still wrapped, but for the corner he folded back, and Zoro shakes his head and tosses the book over his shoulder towards the direction of the couch.
“Oi! Luffy! Catch!”
One rubber hand snaps up on the end of a too-long arm, snagging the package out of the air.
“Hey!” Luffy sounds annoyed for all of half-a-second before his natural curiosity reasserts itself. “This isn’t the stuff, Zoro.”
“I know that,” Zoro grumbles back; still busy pawing through far too much junk. He needs to remember to make Luffy throw most of the stuff out. Why they have a moldy half-eaten sandwich, three brown feathers, and far too many rocks mixed in with a few spare clothes and his sword supplies is entirely beyond Zoro.
“What is it?”
“Dunno. Some weird book Robin gave me at the last port for us. Haven’t looked at it yet.”
“Robin gave us a present and you didn’t tell me?” Luffy sounds mildly aggrieved and Zoro rolls his eyes and shoves aside a pile of drawings of Soge King and his sidekick LuffyThePirateCatBoy to dig deeper into the mess.
“I forgot about it. Besides, I haven’t opened it, have I? So you can get the first look at it.”
The sound of tearing paper is Luffy’s response and then, stumbling slightly as he sounds out the title, “K-Kama Sutra. Hey Zoro, what’s that mean?”
“Hell if I know,” the swordsman replies, his fingers finally brushing against the smooth sides of a steel bottle. “Doesn’t matter now, I found the stuff.”
Luffy is silent and Zoro shakes his head and wonders, not for the first time, how he ended up in this place. He heads back to the couch, kicking off his boots and pulling his shirt over his head as he walks, and the sight that greets him isn’t quite what he had expected.
The captain’s as naked as he was when Zoro got up to find the oil but he’s not sprawled on his back, hand wrapped around his dick and doing things to it that took Zoro a few times to get used to seeing without his own cock flinching in unnecessary sympathy. He’s sitting up and the book is covering his lap and he is staring down at it with the kind of intensity the swordsman usually identifies with dinnertime or a fight. Zoro’s gaze is pulled inexorably to the pages and what he sees drags a strangled noise from his throat.
Luffy looks up, leans his head back until he can meet Zoro’s eyes, and the grin on his face is impossibly wide. “Robin’s the best!”
“Unh,” is about as intelligible an answer as Zoro can manage. He KNEW that damn woman was a pervert and now he has proof. Shows what the stupid chef knows, although Zoro knows Sanji would come up with something idiotic and loving to say about his ‘gorgeous Robin-chwan’ and her ‘sophistication’ should he ever learn about this. Besides, that’s not important now. What really matters is coping with the meaning of that smile on Luffy’s face.
Zoro decides to leave his pants on, even though he’s already popped the button and the zipper, and walks in a daze to sit down on the couch. A warm arm snakes around his waist and Luffy slides the book over, one finger pointing at the drawing in the upper right hand corner of the page. “That one,” he says decisively and Zoro stares at it and swallows. His cock, evil traitor that it is, twitches, and he wordlessly places the oil in Luffy’s imperiously outstretched hand.
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Robin sneaks up behind him the next morning, scaring him half out of his skin when a hand appears on his shoulder and pushes him deeper into the stretch he’s attempting. His spine pops and he nearly groans in relief before straightening and turning to glare at the interruption.
“Stiff this morning?” she asks, the query innocent but the light of mischief in her eyes is anything but.
“Maybe,” he grudgingly concedes and this time he doesn’t flinch as a disembodied limb helps curl him in another direction.
“If you’re going to be bending and twisting a lot, I understand that this is a useful exercise.” A flurry of limbs assaults Zoro before he can protest, manipulating him like putty but when they finally retreat, the twinge in his lower back is finally gone. He sighs in genuine relief and then whips his head around to give Robin a piece of his mind.
He’s too late, like usual, for she’s already halfway across the deck and everything would have been fine after that if Nami hadn’t chosen that moment to pop out of the galley.
“Well?” she asks, loud enough for Zoro to hear.
“You owe me ten berri, Navigator-san. Zoro definitely takes it.”
“Damn it!” Nami swears but Zoro doesn’t hear the rest of their exchange, a roaring in his ears as he puts two and two together and concludes that his whole ordeal has been set up just to settle a petty ten berri bet. This is why he has no respect for women. They’re no better than men.
The first bellow of indignant protest has barely left Zoro’s throat before a heavy-shod foot hits the back of his head, Sanji scolding him for being a lout and yelling at the ladies. A fight is just what Zoro needs and he throws himself into it whole-heartedly.
Up in the crow’s nest, Luffy spares it half a glance and a chuckle before turning his attention back to a wild-eyed Usopp and an open book. “So,” the captain says, “I think Zoro could manage this one tonight, don’t you?”
astrokender who wanted "Luffy/Zoro and the Kama Sutra please. XD"Title: Underhanded
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Luffy/Zoro
Word Count: 1,341
Robin comes back to the ship laden with her usual quota of books and Zoro barely spares her a glance from his comfortable slump on the lawn until her shadow falls across his warm patch of sunlight and makes him blink up at her in annoyance.
“Here,” she says, smiling that damn sphinx smile that he can’t read even after months of practice. A brown-wrapped square drops without further preface onto his lap and Zoro glares at her and then at the offending object, poking it suspiciously with a finger.
“What is it?” he asks gruffly, too much experience with Nami’s ‘presents’ making him more than ready to refuse despite – or perhaps because of – how much the cook will nag him about it later. A rousing bout sounds good about now and Zoro isn’t the kind of guy to pass up a fight.
“A present,” Robin replies simply, deigning only to add, “for you and for Captain-san.” She walks off after that, leaving Zoro staring at her retreating back and muttering to himself about the capriciousness of women in general and of his nakama in particular.
Curiosity gets the better of him and he wedges a finger beneath one taped corner, peels back the plain brown paper until he can get a glimpse inside. It’s a book – of course – and Zoro reads the first word of the title, the only part he can see. It says Kama and that means absolutely nothing to him. He snorts and lays it aside. Leave it to the damn woman to give him a book to share with a man who barely has the patience for reading and then to make it in a foreign language no less. Zoro leans back into the grass, hands behind his head, and closes his eyes. If Robin’s back, he only has another half hour or so before the rest of the crew clambers aboard and then Nami and the shit cook will keep him busy with chores until dinner. Time to sleep while he can.
xxxxxxx
Zoro forgets all about the book and it’s only a week later that he comes across it again. He’s busy rummaging through the mess that is his and Luffy’s shared footlocker when he raps his knuckles on it and he pulls it out and stares at it with a frown. It’s still wrapped, but for the corner he folded back, and Zoro shakes his head and tosses the book over his shoulder towards the direction of the couch.
“Oi! Luffy! Catch!”
One rubber hand snaps up on the end of a too-long arm, snagging the package out of the air.
“Hey!” Luffy sounds annoyed for all of half-a-second before his natural curiosity reasserts itself. “This isn’t the stuff, Zoro.”
“I know that,” Zoro grumbles back; still busy pawing through far too much junk. He needs to remember to make Luffy throw most of the stuff out. Why they have a moldy half-eaten sandwich, three brown feathers, and far too many rocks mixed in with a few spare clothes and his sword supplies is entirely beyond Zoro.
“What is it?”
“Dunno. Some weird book Robin gave me at the last port for us. Haven’t looked at it yet.”
“Robin gave us a present and you didn’t tell me?” Luffy sounds mildly aggrieved and Zoro rolls his eyes and shoves aside a pile of drawings of Soge King and his sidekick LuffyThePirateCatBoy to dig deeper into the mess.
“I forgot about it. Besides, I haven’t opened it, have I? So you can get the first look at it.”
The sound of tearing paper is Luffy’s response and then, stumbling slightly as he sounds out the title, “K-Kama Sutra. Hey Zoro, what’s that mean?”
“Hell if I know,” the swordsman replies, his fingers finally brushing against the smooth sides of a steel bottle. “Doesn’t matter now, I found the stuff.”
Luffy is silent and Zoro shakes his head and wonders, not for the first time, how he ended up in this place. He heads back to the couch, kicking off his boots and pulling his shirt over his head as he walks, and the sight that greets him isn’t quite what he had expected.
The captain’s as naked as he was when Zoro got up to find the oil but he’s not sprawled on his back, hand wrapped around his dick and doing things to it that took Zoro a few times to get used to seeing without his own cock flinching in unnecessary sympathy. He’s sitting up and the book is covering his lap and he is staring down at it with the kind of intensity the swordsman usually identifies with dinnertime or a fight. Zoro’s gaze is pulled inexorably to the pages and what he sees drags a strangled noise from his throat.
Luffy looks up, leans his head back until he can meet Zoro’s eyes, and the grin on his face is impossibly wide. “Robin’s the best!”
“Unh,” is about as intelligible an answer as Zoro can manage. He KNEW that damn woman was a pervert and now he has proof. Shows what the stupid chef knows, although Zoro knows Sanji would come up with something idiotic and loving to say about his ‘gorgeous Robin-chwan’ and her ‘sophistication’ should he ever learn about this. Besides, that’s not important now. What really matters is coping with the meaning of that smile on Luffy’s face.
Zoro decides to leave his pants on, even though he’s already popped the button and the zipper, and walks in a daze to sit down on the couch. A warm arm snakes around his waist and Luffy slides the book over, one finger pointing at the drawing in the upper right hand corner of the page. “That one,” he says decisively and Zoro stares at it and swallows. His cock, evil traitor that it is, twitches, and he wordlessly places the oil in Luffy’s imperiously outstretched hand.
xxxxxxxx
Robin sneaks up behind him the next morning, scaring him half out of his skin when a hand appears on his shoulder and pushes him deeper into the stretch he’s attempting. His spine pops and he nearly groans in relief before straightening and turning to glare at the interruption.
“Stiff this morning?” she asks, the query innocent but the light of mischief in her eyes is anything but.
“Maybe,” he grudgingly concedes and this time he doesn’t flinch as a disembodied limb helps curl him in another direction.
“If you’re going to be bending and twisting a lot, I understand that this is a useful exercise.” A flurry of limbs assaults Zoro before he can protest, manipulating him like putty but when they finally retreat, the twinge in his lower back is finally gone. He sighs in genuine relief and then whips his head around to give Robin a piece of his mind.
He’s too late, like usual, for she’s already halfway across the deck and everything would have been fine after that if Nami hadn’t chosen that moment to pop out of the galley.
“Well?” she asks, loud enough for Zoro to hear.
“You owe me ten berri, Navigator-san. Zoro definitely takes it.”
“Damn it!” Nami swears but Zoro doesn’t hear the rest of their exchange, a roaring in his ears as he puts two and two together and concludes that his whole ordeal has been set up just to settle a petty ten berri bet. This is why he has no respect for women. They’re no better than men.
The first bellow of indignant protest has barely left Zoro’s throat before a heavy-shod foot hits the back of his head, Sanji scolding him for being a lout and yelling at the ladies. A fight is just what Zoro needs and he throws himself into it whole-heartedly.
Up in the crow’s nest, Luffy spares it half a glance and a chuckle before turning his attention back to a wild-eyed Usopp and an open book. “So,” the captain says, “I think Zoro could manage this one tonight, don’t you?”
