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dethoratsPrompt:I want SanjixLuffyxZoro! Yup, in that order! Sanji and Zoro get together and Luffy is jealous, but because they are his nakama, he pretends not to care. The two somehow find out and take Luffy in their middle... Quite literally.
Title: Mesh
Rating: R/NC17
Pairing: Sanji/Luffy/Zoro, Sanji/Zoro
Word Count: 3,396
Nearly a month had passed since the day Luffy had bounded into the galley, the usual cry of “Sanji, MEAT!!!” ringing in the small space only to be cut off abruptly as the captain’s mouth slammed shut. They’d been caught and there was no chance of disguising what they’d been up to, not when Sanji never went around looking less than his best and when those sorts of low and needy noises weren’t ever supposed to leave Zoro’s throat. Luffy had stared, eyes wide in surprise but with a tightness around his mouth, at the two of them as they scrambled after their dignity. Sanji had snatched his hand free of Zoro’s pants and was hastily working on the buttons of his shirt while the swordsman tried to regain his usual composure, though the flush on his cheeks really wasn’t helping, when Luffy had turned and, without a single word, walked back out of the galley and closed the door.
Minutes slipped by and with them went the chance for any real accusatory blow-up. After all, it had been Zoro’s idea to come into the galley and steal a kiss but it had been Sanji who had upped the ante. But shock and a certain shared feeling that they’d just managed to hurt the usually impervious rubber pirate kept them silent. Finally, Zoro rubbed at the back of his head, tossed off a casual “Got some training to do,” and left to check on Luffy. The captain was busy nagging Usopp for a story and when he turned at the sound of Zoro hefting his enormous weights, he even offered a wave and a quick wink. Zoro scowled, just to watch Luffy laugh, and began his regimen. When the cook put in an appearance an hour later with drinks for everyone, Zoro could only shrug at the wordless question from a curly raised eyebrow.
Dinner that evening proceeded much like always, with rubber limbs flying everywhere and stealing indiscriminately, while stories and shouts and laughter rang through the room. Zoro groused when he was reminded of his turn at dish duty and Sanji kicked him in the head. The usual fighting developed and Luffy laughed and ignored them, taking the opportunity to finish off the rest of Zoro’s dinner. Later, suds up to his elbows, Sanji had sighed, relief in his voice. “Guess it’s okay, then.” And Zoro had dried the plate passed to him, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Hnn.” But Luffy had seemed fine for the rest of the day and he was out on the deck causing his typical trouble and everything was just like normal. “Guess so,” he’d doubtfully agreed and that had seemed to be that.
But days had gone by and then two weeks, a third, and something had been not quite right. The familiar grin Luffy always wore seemed smaller, dimmer, but whenever the swordsman tried to get him alone to ask about it, the captain had somewhere else to be, something fun to be doing. Finally Zoro had had enough. He’d put up with almost a month of the ship gaining a sense of unbalance, of missing connections, and he was tired of it. It was time to do something about that feeling. After dinner, while the crew was still lounging around the tables stuffed to the gills on Sanji’s cooking, he’d muttered something about going down to the storage hold to check on their supply of rope. It was a stupid and vague excuse and by now everyone on the Going Merry knew that it was their code. Nami had grinned when Sanji mentioned accompanying him to check on their rice stores, Usopp had blushed, and Luffy, who didn’t notice the way green eyes were carefully watching him, had clearly forced out a laugh before he darted out with a protesting sniper in tow to play ‘Human Yo-Yo’ in the crow’s nest.
“It bothers him, “ Zoro said bluntly as soon as Sanji had closed the door to the storage hold. He uncrossed his arms, waved a hand at the cook and at himself. “Us.”
“I know.” The chef’s shoulders sagged as he answered. “I didn’t think he’d care, but he does.”
“He’s not angry about it.” Zoro was certain of that much. As he’d caught on to the captain’s changed mood, he’d taken to watching Luffy’s reactions whenever he and Sanji were together. And the swordsman knew enough to be able to see pain and something that he thought might be envy cross Luffy’s face when he didn’t think anyone was looking. “But I think it hurts him.”
“Never thought I’d say this.” Sanji shook his head as he leaned up against the door. “But I miss that idiot barging in all the time and demanding food.”
Zoro cocked his head. “He still does that.”
“Yeah, cabbage brain, but only two or three times a day.” Sanji rolled his eyes in irritation. Trust muscles for brains not to notice something so important. “Not the ten or more that he used to. He’s sneaking stuff in the middle of the night. I’ve been leaving a plate out for him and so far he’s been eating that. Luffy’s a hungry guy and he’s been skipping a lot of the snacks he ate before.”
“Yeah, well, he’s not sleeping as much either, crap cook.” Zoro frowned and paused, as if he was considering whether or not to continue. He and Sanji would never stop fighting but he couldn’t let this one get out of hand. That only led to snits or sex and they didn’t need either at the moment. Luffy was more important. “He always caught an afternoon nap with me but now he stays awake after lunch and plays with Usopp or else he curls up on the figurehead…And he doesn’t really touch me any more either. Not like he used to.”
Sanji nodded. “I know. No more tackles that come up out of nowhere when I’m chopping vegetables and almost make me take my finger off. No more hanging off my shoulders and trying to peek at what I’m cooking. And he hasn’t hugged me or even patted my hand after we’ve eaten at all and he always did that!”
“No more unexpected slingshot grabs either,” Zoro added morosely. “Or waking up to find he’s decided I look more comfortable than his hammock.”
“Well?” Sanji tapped a cigarette out of his pack and lit it. “What do you want to do about it?”
“Fix it.”
“And how are we going to do that, moss head?”
Sanji got a glare for the name before Zoro grinned. “Well, shit cook, since you seem to want the old Luffy back as much as I do, maybe this will be easier than I thought.”
A rather serious conversation, interrupted rather often for insults and fighting, followed as the pair made their plans. Suffice it to say, they were able to come to a mutual conclusion with regards to their feelings for the captain. Their plan, it must be admitted, was influenced by their age and gender and by all that full-contact rough housing and by the absence of Luffy’s warm affection. It could have easily backfired but fortunately for them it did not.
As for Luffy, he had caught on far more quickly to his feelings, although he hadn’t dealt with them as well as he would have liked. He’d been shocked when he had walked in on them, truly surprised to see what they were doing, and that had turned almost instantly into a burning sort of jealousy. Sanji’s fingers got to touch Zoro’s tanned, scarred flesh and Zoro got to steal the taste of nicotine off of Sanji’s tongue. The two of them had been pressed so closely together that Luffy couldn’t see even the smallest bit of space between them. There didn’t appear to be any room for him and that had hurt. His hunger had evaporated, been replaced with a leaden feeling in his belly, and he had had to turn and go before the wrong words came out of his mouth.
Usopp had provided a welcome distraction and Luffy did his best to put his feelings aside. Zoro and Sanji were his nakama and he was happy for them. It wasn’t hard to be glad for them; they still fought and probably always would, but affection rather than rancor now lay beneath most the insults and blows. That first moment of jealousy never went away though, no matter how much the captain wished it to and it was getting harder and harder to keep up his façade. He didn’t want them to stop being together but why wasn’t there a place for him? He felt selfish and jealous and petty and mean, all sorts of small emotions he wasn’t used to dealing with, and Luffy had no idea how to make them go away. The worst part was when they had caught on to him, when Zoro started asking questions instead of sleeping and Sanji left food out overnight when he had always before locked the refrigerator. Luffy didn’t want their pity. What he wanted was Zoro and Sanji, a place for himself with them. But he had resigned himself to the belief that it would never happen. Zoro and Sanji, however, had other plans.
The very next night after their talk in the storage hold, Zoro had the late watch. He climbed off the couch when Usopp came in to wake him, flicking the chef on the nose before he headed up on deck. Sanji bit back an insult and continued to feign sleep. Their plan depended on Luffy following his new habit of late-night snacking and the chef did not want to miss the moment. Sure enough, about an hour later the captain tiptoed across the cabin towards the ladder. Sanji waited until Luffy closed the hatch and then swiftly followed. The chef waited at the door to the galley until he heard the captain gasp in surprise. “Zoro!” That was his cue and Sanji stepped inside to watch a shadowy Luffy alternate between melting into and struggling against the swordsman as Zoro claimed his lips. At the click of Sanji’s lighter, the captain tore free of Zoro’s arms, whipping around with guilt writ clear on his face.
“S-Sanji,” he began only to be interrupted as the cook snuffed the flame and stepped forward to sweep him into another kiss. Uncertainty clouded his eyes once Sanji finally released him, mouth drawn into a frown as he looked from chef to swordsman in the light from the lantern Zoro had uncovered. He wanted them, it was true, but not if they felt obligated to, if they were just trying to make him feel better. “Guys,” he started, staring down at his feet. “I don’t…”
“Idiot,” Zoro interjected, reaching over to lightly smack Luffy upside the head. “Don’t think such things. We want you.”
“We miss you,” Sanji added. “Missed you and took too long to figure it out.” He grinned lasciviously. “And now we’d like to make it up to you if you’ll have us. Find out just what we’ve all been missing.”
Luffy cocked his head to one side and studied them. A slow smile bloomed on his face as he gave them both a very thorough once-over. “Okay.”
Permission granted, Zoro was the first to move forward, picking back up from where the chef had interrupted him. This time Luffy did more than melt. He was an active participant and Zoro willingly yielded to the press of the captain’s tongue just as his shirt gave before insistent tugging hands that eased it from his haramaki. The swordsman was warm and firm, skin taut over well-earned muscles and enhanced rather than marred by the smooth furrow of scar tissue that divided his torso. More hands joined in, Sanji’s pale arms slipping around the captain’s waist and his clever fingers slipping buttons free. A scratchy brush of hair against his cheek made Luffy turn, Sanji leaning over his shoulder to demand another kiss. The cook tasted like nicotine and minty toothpaste and he sucked on the captain’s tongue as if he was trying to get every last bit of flavor.
Teeth found the column of Luffy’s neck, nipped along his jaw and over his pulse. His vest was eased off as he whimpered into Sanji’s mouth, frustrated that he had to pull away from the heat of Zoro’s skin even for a second. But then Zoro was back, shirtless and pressed close as he wrapped his hands around Luffy’s waist and lowered himself to his knees. His mouth trailed down the center of the captain’s chest and Luffy chuckled breathlessly, hands tight around Sanji’s forearms when the swordsman nibbled at a particularly ticklish spot along his ribcage. Hot breath gusted against the front of Luffy’s shorts, made his cock twitch, and he had to close his eyes and press back into the cook’s hold. But Sanji wasn’t any help. Something hard – and he was pretty damn sure he knew what it was - rested against Luffy’s rear and Sanji’s teeth tugged at his earlobe as the cook whispered a commanding “Watch,” even as Zoro popped his button and pulled down his zipper.
Green eyes glittered up at the captain, a smirk that was one part smug and one part hungry on Zoro’s lips, before he bent his head. Luffy couldn’t hold back a moan as he watched the tip of his erection disappear into the wet heat of Zoro’s mouth, the swordsman swallowing him back easily and with obvious enjoyment. Sanji caught Luffy as he sagged, holding him up and toying with his nipples to add to the captain’s pleasurable torment. One sea-blue eye winked down at Zoro and the swordsman grinned and hummed around the flesh in his mouth, pleased at the writhing reaction and the way Sanji’s arms instantly tightened around Luffy’s waist. Luffy was lost to the sensation, so much better somehow than the few times he’d tried it on himself. Zoro was doing something swirly with his tongue that felt amazing and Sanji was keeping him steady and every time Luffy opened his eyes to peek he had to close them again because it was almost too much. That last time especially because Zoro had somehow managed to get out of the rest of his clothes and his hand that had been on the captain’s thigh wasn’t there any longer.
Just as Luffy thought he couldn’t take any more, the warm suction of Zoro’s mouth withdrew and Sanji’s hands moved lower to push his shorts down over his hips. They pooled at his feet and he stepped out of them, kicking them out of the way. Zoro sat on his knees, one hand wrapped around his cock and stroking it almost absently, and grinned up at the captain’s tousle-haired, glassy-eyed appearance. Luffy couldn’t help but answer it with a grin of his own and then he spun around to ‘help’ Sanji out of his clothes, pawing at the cook’s lean pale flesh as if he had been starving for it. The chef was sleeker than Zoro and softer too, and his nipples were pink and tempting. Luffy gave in and bit one gently, pleased at the way Sanji arched his chest into it. Talented hands found his damp cock, gave it a few slow strokes until Luffy reached out to return the favor.
“Uh-uh. Not that way. Not yet.” Sanji scooted out of immediate reach, ignoring the fact that Luffy could easily stretch out and catch him. The captain pouted, a demand to know why ringing through the galley. “Look at Zoro,” was all Sanji would say and Luffy huffed and turned back towards his swordsman. His mouth dropped open and he could feel his cock get impossibly harder at the sight. Zoro had been busy while he and Sanji had been getting naked. Still on his knees, Zoro had turned over to balance the rest of his weight on one elbow. His other arm reached back beneath his balls, wrist twisted so that he could easily slip his fingers inside his body. Lubricant glistened on his skin, coated the two fingers he worked in and out of his rectum and it was just about the dirtiest, most arousing thing Luffy had ever seen.
“Looks good, doesn’t he?” Sanji murmured, straightening up from where he had bent down to retrieve the bottle of oil Zoro had kicked towards him while Luffy had been busy gawking. The cook let out a satisfied hiss in Luffy’s ear, breath warm against the captain’s skin, as he rubbed a slick palm over his erection. Oiled fingers nudged at the base of Luffy’s spine. “Go get him,” Sanji urged. “I’ll be right behind you.”
Luffy flashed him a bright grin, catching on, and dropped to the floor. He crawled towards the swordsman, eyes intent on what lay ahead but making sure to wriggle just a bit so Sanji got just as good of a show. “Zoro.” He mouthed the swordsman’s name against one scarred ankle and Zoro lifted his head off of his forearm and offered a crooked upside down smile as he looked down the line of his body towards Luffy. “Hurry up, captain.”
“Marimo’s always impatient,” Sanji chimed in and Zoro snorted and paused in his ministrations to offer the cook his middle finger. And Luffy just had to laugh because they were all still the same. But his laughter didn’t last long; not when Zoro let him ease calloused fingers free, replace them with the much more substantial presence of his cock. Heat even more intense than the swordsman’s mouth surrounded him and Luffy pressed forward, groaning at the pressure and because it was ZORO, until he could go no further. Beneath him, Zoro panted into the crook of his elbow and reached back to grip at Luffy’s hip. They were still, waiting, and Sanji was quick to join them.
Gentle fingers prodded between Luffy’s buttocks, pressed against his hole. The slippery digits eased inside and Luffy curled forward over Zoro’s spine at the sensation, resting his forehead against the other’s broad back. The captain didn’t need much stretching thanks to his physiology but the chef made sure to slick him well. And then he withdrew his fingers and teasingly rubbed the head of his cock around Luffy’s anus. “Ready?” A two-part chorus of “Do it already” answered him and Sanji decided to oblige the demanding bastards and pushed inside.
Trapped between Sanji and Zoro, for a brief moment Luffy thought he was going to die from pleasure. But he decided living for more would be even better and he caught onto the cook’s rhythm, stroking into Zoro and then pressing back onto Sanji. The friction felt great and when Sanji shifted and drove deeper Luffy had to bite into Zoro’s shoulder to muffle his cry. Behind him, Sanji permitted himself an instant of gloating and then he draped himself across the captain. Zoro held them up, although he slumped forward a bit once Sanji caught one of Luffy’s hands and brought it around with his own to wrap around the swordsman’s neglected erection. Pace and sweat and noise and desire built until finally it was all Luffy could to hang out, placing open-mouthed kisses on Zoro’s skin between breaths and letting Sanji drive them all higher. They broke one right after the other, succumbing to lust and their bodies’ needs and Luffy couldn’t tell who’d been first or last, only that he hadn’t been able to see anything but the stars behind his eyelids and that he felt really really good and pretty sticky too.
Later, once they’d all collapsed into a single messy pirate heap, Luffy nuzzled into the delicate skin of Sanji’s neck and combed his fingers through Zoro’s hair as chef and swordsman traded a kiss across his chest. Something still burned in him but it wasn’t jealousy any more. It was something hotter and clearer, fierce and pure, and it made him want to laugh out of sheer happiness. So he did and Zoro and Sanji grinned at each other, totally in fighting synch, and attacked him with kisses and tickling fingers. Their Luffy was back and this time he was right where he belonged.
Title: Mesh
Rating: R/NC17
Pairing: Sanji/Luffy/Zoro, Sanji/Zoro
Word Count: 3,396
Nearly a month had passed since the day Luffy had bounded into the galley, the usual cry of “Sanji, MEAT!!!” ringing in the small space only to be cut off abruptly as the captain’s mouth slammed shut. They’d been caught and there was no chance of disguising what they’d been up to, not when Sanji never went around looking less than his best and when those sorts of low and needy noises weren’t ever supposed to leave Zoro’s throat. Luffy had stared, eyes wide in surprise but with a tightness around his mouth, at the two of them as they scrambled after their dignity. Sanji had snatched his hand free of Zoro’s pants and was hastily working on the buttons of his shirt while the swordsman tried to regain his usual composure, though the flush on his cheeks really wasn’t helping, when Luffy had turned and, without a single word, walked back out of the galley and closed the door.
Minutes slipped by and with them went the chance for any real accusatory blow-up. After all, it had been Zoro’s idea to come into the galley and steal a kiss but it had been Sanji who had upped the ante. But shock and a certain shared feeling that they’d just managed to hurt the usually impervious rubber pirate kept them silent. Finally, Zoro rubbed at the back of his head, tossed off a casual “Got some training to do,” and left to check on Luffy. The captain was busy nagging Usopp for a story and when he turned at the sound of Zoro hefting his enormous weights, he even offered a wave and a quick wink. Zoro scowled, just to watch Luffy laugh, and began his regimen. When the cook put in an appearance an hour later with drinks for everyone, Zoro could only shrug at the wordless question from a curly raised eyebrow.
Dinner that evening proceeded much like always, with rubber limbs flying everywhere and stealing indiscriminately, while stories and shouts and laughter rang through the room. Zoro groused when he was reminded of his turn at dish duty and Sanji kicked him in the head. The usual fighting developed and Luffy laughed and ignored them, taking the opportunity to finish off the rest of Zoro’s dinner. Later, suds up to his elbows, Sanji had sighed, relief in his voice. “Guess it’s okay, then.” And Zoro had dried the plate passed to him, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Hnn.” But Luffy had seemed fine for the rest of the day and he was out on the deck causing his typical trouble and everything was just like normal. “Guess so,” he’d doubtfully agreed and that had seemed to be that.
But days had gone by and then two weeks, a third, and something had been not quite right. The familiar grin Luffy always wore seemed smaller, dimmer, but whenever the swordsman tried to get him alone to ask about it, the captain had somewhere else to be, something fun to be doing. Finally Zoro had had enough. He’d put up with almost a month of the ship gaining a sense of unbalance, of missing connections, and he was tired of it. It was time to do something about that feeling. After dinner, while the crew was still lounging around the tables stuffed to the gills on Sanji’s cooking, he’d muttered something about going down to the storage hold to check on their supply of rope. It was a stupid and vague excuse and by now everyone on the Going Merry knew that it was their code. Nami had grinned when Sanji mentioned accompanying him to check on their rice stores, Usopp had blushed, and Luffy, who didn’t notice the way green eyes were carefully watching him, had clearly forced out a laugh before he darted out with a protesting sniper in tow to play ‘Human Yo-Yo’ in the crow’s nest.
“It bothers him, “ Zoro said bluntly as soon as Sanji had closed the door to the storage hold. He uncrossed his arms, waved a hand at the cook and at himself. “Us.”
“I know.” The chef’s shoulders sagged as he answered. “I didn’t think he’d care, but he does.”
“He’s not angry about it.” Zoro was certain of that much. As he’d caught on to the captain’s changed mood, he’d taken to watching Luffy’s reactions whenever he and Sanji were together. And the swordsman knew enough to be able to see pain and something that he thought might be envy cross Luffy’s face when he didn’t think anyone was looking. “But I think it hurts him.”
“Never thought I’d say this.” Sanji shook his head as he leaned up against the door. “But I miss that idiot barging in all the time and demanding food.”
Zoro cocked his head. “He still does that.”
“Yeah, cabbage brain, but only two or three times a day.” Sanji rolled his eyes in irritation. Trust muscles for brains not to notice something so important. “Not the ten or more that he used to. He’s sneaking stuff in the middle of the night. I’ve been leaving a plate out for him and so far he’s been eating that. Luffy’s a hungry guy and he’s been skipping a lot of the snacks he ate before.”
“Yeah, well, he’s not sleeping as much either, crap cook.” Zoro frowned and paused, as if he was considering whether or not to continue. He and Sanji would never stop fighting but he couldn’t let this one get out of hand. That only led to snits or sex and they didn’t need either at the moment. Luffy was more important. “He always caught an afternoon nap with me but now he stays awake after lunch and plays with Usopp or else he curls up on the figurehead…And he doesn’t really touch me any more either. Not like he used to.”
Sanji nodded. “I know. No more tackles that come up out of nowhere when I’m chopping vegetables and almost make me take my finger off. No more hanging off my shoulders and trying to peek at what I’m cooking. And he hasn’t hugged me or even patted my hand after we’ve eaten at all and he always did that!”
“No more unexpected slingshot grabs either,” Zoro added morosely. “Or waking up to find he’s decided I look more comfortable than his hammock.”
“Well?” Sanji tapped a cigarette out of his pack and lit it. “What do you want to do about it?”
“Fix it.”
“And how are we going to do that, moss head?”
Sanji got a glare for the name before Zoro grinned. “Well, shit cook, since you seem to want the old Luffy back as much as I do, maybe this will be easier than I thought.”
A rather serious conversation, interrupted rather often for insults and fighting, followed as the pair made their plans. Suffice it to say, they were able to come to a mutual conclusion with regards to their feelings for the captain. Their plan, it must be admitted, was influenced by their age and gender and by all that full-contact rough housing and by the absence of Luffy’s warm affection. It could have easily backfired but fortunately for them it did not.
As for Luffy, he had caught on far more quickly to his feelings, although he hadn’t dealt with them as well as he would have liked. He’d been shocked when he had walked in on them, truly surprised to see what they were doing, and that had turned almost instantly into a burning sort of jealousy. Sanji’s fingers got to touch Zoro’s tanned, scarred flesh and Zoro got to steal the taste of nicotine off of Sanji’s tongue. The two of them had been pressed so closely together that Luffy couldn’t see even the smallest bit of space between them. There didn’t appear to be any room for him and that had hurt. His hunger had evaporated, been replaced with a leaden feeling in his belly, and he had had to turn and go before the wrong words came out of his mouth.
Usopp had provided a welcome distraction and Luffy did his best to put his feelings aside. Zoro and Sanji were his nakama and he was happy for them. It wasn’t hard to be glad for them; they still fought and probably always would, but affection rather than rancor now lay beneath most the insults and blows. That first moment of jealousy never went away though, no matter how much the captain wished it to and it was getting harder and harder to keep up his façade. He didn’t want them to stop being together but why wasn’t there a place for him? He felt selfish and jealous and petty and mean, all sorts of small emotions he wasn’t used to dealing with, and Luffy had no idea how to make them go away. The worst part was when they had caught on to him, when Zoro started asking questions instead of sleeping and Sanji left food out overnight when he had always before locked the refrigerator. Luffy didn’t want their pity. What he wanted was Zoro and Sanji, a place for himself with them. But he had resigned himself to the belief that it would never happen. Zoro and Sanji, however, had other plans.
The very next night after their talk in the storage hold, Zoro had the late watch. He climbed off the couch when Usopp came in to wake him, flicking the chef on the nose before he headed up on deck. Sanji bit back an insult and continued to feign sleep. Their plan depended on Luffy following his new habit of late-night snacking and the chef did not want to miss the moment. Sure enough, about an hour later the captain tiptoed across the cabin towards the ladder. Sanji waited until Luffy closed the hatch and then swiftly followed. The chef waited at the door to the galley until he heard the captain gasp in surprise. “Zoro!” That was his cue and Sanji stepped inside to watch a shadowy Luffy alternate between melting into and struggling against the swordsman as Zoro claimed his lips. At the click of Sanji’s lighter, the captain tore free of Zoro’s arms, whipping around with guilt writ clear on his face.
“S-Sanji,” he began only to be interrupted as the cook snuffed the flame and stepped forward to sweep him into another kiss. Uncertainty clouded his eyes once Sanji finally released him, mouth drawn into a frown as he looked from chef to swordsman in the light from the lantern Zoro had uncovered. He wanted them, it was true, but not if they felt obligated to, if they were just trying to make him feel better. “Guys,” he started, staring down at his feet. “I don’t…”
“Idiot,” Zoro interjected, reaching over to lightly smack Luffy upside the head. “Don’t think such things. We want you.”
“We miss you,” Sanji added. “Missed you and took too long to figure it out.” He grinned lasciviously. “And now we’d like to make it up to you if you’ll have us. Find out just what we’ve all been missing.”
Luffy cocked his head to one side and studied them. A slow smile bloomed on his face as he gave them both a very thorough once-over. “Okay.”
Permission granted, Zoro was the first to move forward, picking back up from where the chef had interrupted him. This time Luffy did more than melt. He was an active participant and Zoro willingly yielded to the press of the captain’s tongue just as his shirt gave before insistent tugging hands that eased it from his haramaki. The swordsman was warm and firm, skin taut over well-earned muscles and enhanced rather than marred by the smooth furrow of scar tissue that divided his torso. More hands joined in, Sanji’s pale arms slipping around the captain’s waist and his clever fingers slipping buttons free. A scratchy brush of hair against his cheek made Luffy turn, Sanji leaning over his shoulder to demand another kiss. The cook tasted like nicotine and minty toothpaste and he sucked on the captain’s tongue as if he was trying to get every last bit of flavor.
Teeth found the column of Luffy’s neck, nipped along his jaw and over his pulse. His vest was eased off as he whimpered into Sanji’s mouth, frustrated that he had to pull away from the heat of Zoro’s skin even for a second. But then Zoro was back, shirtless and pressed close as he wrapped his hands around Luffy’s waist and lowered himself to his knees. His mouth trailed down the center of the captain’s chest and Luffy chuckled breathlessly, hands tight around Sanji’s forearms when the swordsman nibbled at a particularly ticklish spot along his ribcage. Hot breath gusted against the front of Luffy’s shorts, made his cock twitch, and he had to close his eyes and press back into the cook’s hold. But Sanji wasn’t any help. Something hard – and he was pretty damn sure he knew what it was - rested against Luffy’s rear and Sanji’s teeth tugged at his earlobe as the cook whispered a commanding “Watch,” even as Zoro popped his button and pulled down his zipper.
Green eyes glittered up at the captain, a smirk that was one part smug and one part hungry on Zoro’s lips, before he bent his head. Luffy couldn’t hold back a moan as he watched the tip of his erection disappear into the wet heat of Zoro’s mouth, the swordsman swallowing him back easily and with obvious enjoyment. Sanji caught Luffy as he sagged, holding him up and toying with his nipples to add to the captain’s pleasurable torment. One sea-blue eye winked down at Zoro and the swordsman grinned and hummed around the flesh in his mouth, pleased at the writhing reaction and the way Sanji’s arms instantly tightened around Luffy’s waist. Luffy was lost to the sensation, so much better somehow than the few times he’d tried it on himself. Zoro was doing something swirly with his tongue that felt amazing and Sanji was keeping him steady and every time Luffy opened his eyes to peek he had to close them again because it was almost too much. That last time especially because Zoro had somehow managed to get out of the rest of his clothes and his hand that had been on the captain’s thigh wasn’t there any longer.
Just as Luffy thought he couldn’t take any more, the warm suction of Zoro’s mouth withdrew and Sanji’s hands moved lower to push his shorts down over his hips. They pooled at his feet and he stepped out of them, kicking them out of the way. Zoro sat on his knees, one hand wrapped around his cock and stroking it almost absently, and grinned up at the captain’s tousle-haired, glassy-eyed appearance. Luffy couldn’t help but answer it with a grin of his own and then he spun around to ‘help’ Sanji out of his clothes, pawing at the cook’s lean pale flesh as if he had been starving for it. The chef was sleeker than Zoro and softer too, and his nipples were pink and tempting. Luffy gave in and bit one gently, pleased at the way Sanji arched his chest into it. Talented hands found his damp cock, gave it a few slow strokes until Luffy reached out to return the favor.
“Uh-uh. Not that way. Not yet.” Sanji scooted out of immediate reach, ignoring the fact that Luffy could easily stretch out and catch him. The captain pouted, a demand to know why ringing through the galley. “Look at Zoro,” was all Sanji would say and Luffy huffed and turned back towards his swordsman. His mouth dropped open and he could feel his cock get impossibly harder at the sight. Zoro had been busy while he and Sanji had been getting naked. Still on his knees, Zoro had turned over to balance the rest of his weight on one elbow. His other arm reached back beneath his balls, wrist twisted so that he could easily slip his fingers inside his body. Lubricant glistened on his skin, coated the two fingers he worked in and out of his rectum and it was just about the dirtiest, most arousing thing Luffy had ever seen.
“Looks good, doesn’t he?” Sanji murmured, straightening up from where he had bent down to retrieve the bottle of oil Zoro had kicked towards him while Luffy had been busy gawking. The cook let out a satisfied hiss in Luffy’s ear, breath warm against the captain’s skin, as he rubbed a slick palm over his erection. Oiled fingers nudged at the base of Luffy’s spine. “Go get him,” Sanji urged. “I’ll be right behind you.”
Luffy flashed him a bright grin, catching on, and dropped to the floor. He crawled towards the swordsman, eyes intent on what lay ahead but making sure to wriggle just a bit so Sanji got just as good of a show. “Zoro.” He mouthed the swordsman’s name against one scarred ankle and Zoro lifted his head off of his forearm and offered a crooked upside down smile as he looked down the line of his body towards Luffy. “Hurry up, captain.”
“Marimo’s always impatient,” Sanji chimed in and Zoro snorted and paused in his ministrations to offer the cook his middle finger. And Luffy just had to laugh because they were all still the same. But his laughter didn’t last long; not when Zoro let him ease calloused fingers free, replace them with the much more substantial presence of his cock. Heat even more intense than the swordsman’s mouth surrounded him and Luffy pressed forward, groaning at the pressure and because it was ZORO, until he could go no further. Beneath him, Zoro panted into the crook of his elbow and reached back to grip at Luffy’s hip. They were still, waiting, and Sanji was quick to join them.
Gentle fingers prodded between Luffy’s buttocks, pressed against his hole. The slippery digits eased inside and Luffy curled forward over Zoro’s spine at the sensation, resting his forehead against the other’s broad back. The captain didn’t need much stretching thanks to his physiology but the chef made sure to slick him well. And then he withdrew his fingers and teasingly rubbed the head of his cock around Luffy’s anus. “Ready?” A two-part chorus of “Do it already” answered him and Sanji decided to oblige the demanding bastards and pushed inside.
Trapped between Sanji and Zoro, for a brief moment Luffy thought he was going to die from pleasure. But he decided living for more would be even better and he caught onto the cook’s rhythm, stroking into Zoro and then pressing back onto Sanji. The friction felt great and when Sanji shifted and drove deeper Luffy had to bite into Zoro’s shoulder to muffle his cry. Behind him, Sanji permitted himself an instant of gloating and then he draped himself across the captain. Zoro held them up, although he slumped forward a bit once Sanji caught one of Luffy’s hands and brought it around with his own to wrap around the swordsman’s neglected erection. Pace and sweat and noise and desire built until finally it was all Luffy could to hang out, placing open-mouthed kisses on Zoro’s skin between breaths and letting Sanji drive them all higher. They broke one right after the other, succumbing to lust and their bodies’ needs and Luffy couldn’t tell who’d been first or last, only that he hadn’t been able to see anything but the stars behind his eyelids and that he felt really really good and pretty sticky too.
Later, once they’d all collapsed into a single messy pirate heap, Luffy nuzzled into the delicate skin of Sanji’s neck and combed his fingers through Zoro’s hair as chef and swordsman traded a kiss across his chest. Something still burned in him but it wasn’t jealousy any more. It was something hotter and clearer, fierce and pure, and it made him want to laugh out of sheer happiness. So he did and Zoro and Sanji grinned at each other, totally in fighting synch, and attacked him with kisses and tickling fingers. Their Luffy was back and this time he was right where he belonged.
