One Piece Fan Fiction ❯ +A Night To Remember+ ❯ +A Night To Remember+ ( Chapter 1 )

+A Night To Remember+

 

The green-haired swordsman leaned against the rail of the deck, thinking about everything, but making sense of nothing at all. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Just what was on his mind? It couldn't be Nami, he can't stand being around that hotheaded woman for too long. Thinking about Mihawk only boiled his blood and he would force himself through yet another vigorous workout. Any of the others would be out of the question, even Vivi, whom he had absolutely no interest in. She seemed a tad flakey to him. Someone was on his mind, whether he knew it or not.

 

“Damn, I'm hungry.” Zoro said aloud to himself. He walked over to the kitchen, where to his dismay and relief, was the shitty cook. He ignored him and peeked into the fridge.

“Just what in the hell do you think you're doing, shitty marimo?” Sanji demanded, tapping his spiky green head with a spatula.

“Can't you see I'm looking for something to eat, asshole?” Zoro growled.

“Can't you see that I'm busting my ass for you to cook you a meal?” Sanji sneered. Zoro stopped for a moment and scowled. He really hated when Sanji was right. “If you'll just wait a while and get outta my way, I can finish up in here.”

 

With that, Sanji pushed the reluctant Zoro out the door. Too bad Zoro wasn't being too observant, otherwise he would've noticed some colored stains on Sanji's apron, as well as the sweet smell of a baking cake. Sanji was pouring his heart and soul into this special cake. It was already obvious to him that the idiot swordsman didn't realize it was his birthday today. Though Sanji didn't expect him to, that would be giving him too much credit.

Sanji hummed to himself as he quickly cut up some more ingredients for dinner. He periodically checked on the cake, and finally, it was ready to be taken out of the oven. After letting it cool, he whipped up the white frosting, tasting it to make sure it was right. “He doesn't like things that are too sweet.” He remembered. Sanji nodded to himself, confirming that it was just right. When he licked off the frosting from his finger, he shuddered slightly with a sudden thought in his head. “Why am I thinking about that jerk at a time like this?! I know I would love it if we had a little fun tonight, but he would think that I was crazy. Nah, just give him the damn cake and wish him a happy birthday. He probably won't care about that either.” Sanji fumed, half tempted to just dump the pretty little cake overboard. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He reconsidered and continued with his duties. Soon enough, everything was prepared. Everyone else knew it was Zoro's birthday. Sanji was the one that reminded everyone, and though it was supposed to be a surprise, it wouldn't have made a difference. Zoro was too dense to catch on since he kept to himself most of the day. Wonder if he'll be surprised at all?

 

Zoro was the last to walk into the kitchen, being distracted by Chopper, who was in on the whole thing as well. He finally got irritated and went inside.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZORO!!” Everyone chorused.

“…The hell?!” Zoro was taken aback by all the laughing and smiling faces. “When did—wha…huh?!” He stammered.

“Did you forget your own birthday?” Usopp asked.

Zoro had a blank expression on his face. He felt somewhat embarrassed. As he sat down to finally eat, he stole a glance at the shady cook, and saw that he too had his eye on him occasionally. It irritated Zoro that he never knew just what the hell was up with him. One minute he wanted to skewer him, the next minute he was being totally nice to him.

 

Everyone had a good time, each giving Zoro small gifts. Nami's gift was that she cut his interest in half, so that he only owed her one thousand berries instead of two. Zoro smirked and rolled his eyes, that woman never changes. He thanked her anyway, it was nice of her, he supposed. Luffy showed off his “awesome” drawing skills by drawing a Zoro-like thing beating up what was supposed to be Mihawk, Zoro guessed. Zoro had a crooked smile and thanked him. At least the dimwitted captain tried, it's the thought that counts.

Zoro dared to look over at Sanji who was busy smoking in the corner of the room.

“Sorry, I didn't get you anything.” Sanji said flatly. “I cooked you dinner and made you a ca—“ He stopped and darted over to where the cake was. It was almost a victim to Luffy's appetite. He swiftly kicked Luffy away. “Hey, don't eat that, I made it for Zoro!” Sanji stopped. Did he say that out loud? He felt a hot rush to his face, he was likely blushing up to his ears.

“Why is Zoro the only one that gets cake?” Luffy whined.

“It's his birthday, fool.” Usopp reminded him.

“Besides, I thought ahead and made a cake just for you to destroy.” Sanji said, pointing to a mound covered up by a sheet.

Luffy, of course, was very pleased. That would shut him up for the night at least.

Sanji gulped, hoping everyone would forget about what he said, and how awkward that felt. Especially Zoro, he knew he would hear about it later, if the baka really felt the need to bother him about it. Even though no one said anything, he could tell they were a little suspicious. Oh well, as long as it was kept under wraps, he was ok with that.

 

Later that night, Sanji was busy washing up the dishes, and Zoro came up behind him.

“What the hell was that all about?” Zoro demanded.

“What do you mean?” Sanji didn't turn around.

Zoro pointed to the cake, which was still untouched. Sanji scowled, he put a lot of work into that cake, and Zoro didn't give a shit. But wait, the idiot wanted to know what he meant earlier. Was he on to him? Sanji answered quickly before Zoro lost his patience.

“I made that thing for you, stupid. It is your birthday after all.” The shady cook said solemnly. “You don't have to eat it if you don't want to.” He continued, not noticing that Zoro had gone over to where the cake was.

“Damn.” Sanji perked up. “This is… really good.” Zoro finished, licking his fingers.

Sanji swallowed hard. Just watching him do a simple gesture like that, was turning him on. His eyes nearly welled up with tears as Zoro continued to eat it.

Sanji found himself going towards Zoro and he sat down. He had an all-new satisfaction, or was it pleasure, at the fact that Zoro was actually expressing enjoyment of his cooking. There was something that was now undeniably sexy about the way Zoro licked his fork. Sanji felt pretty weird just thinking about that, but he couldn't help what he was thinking. He wished that he could have him, right there in the kitchen. But how was he supposed to approach that? There's the chance that he'd spoil it and Zoro would probably never speak to him again. Then, Zoro did the most unexpected thing.

 

“Here, you want a taste?” Zoro offered.

“What? I'm the one that ma—“ Zoro shut him up with a kiss, that tasted sweet like the cake, and sweet like him. His tongue pushed its way into Sanji's mouth. Sanji was more than shocked. So he felt the same way?! How in the world…?

 

Zoro pulled away for a moment, seeing Sanji's dazed expression. He touched the blonde man's lips with his thumb, his unwavering gaze on his. Sanji couldn't take anymore. He had to make that bastard swordsman his. He took hold of Zoro and pushed him onto the table. Zoro didn't protest, but he was a little surprised that Sanji was taking control. “If you think I'm going to let you dominate me, you're wrong Zoro. I'll make sure this is a birthday you'll never forget.” Sanji thought to himself. His hand crept up Zoro's shirt after tugging it out of his haramaki. Zoro seemed more submissive than Sanji thought. It was like he let go of his pride for the one that he loved. Either way, it really made Sanji feel special. Zoro let out a low guttural moan as Sanji licked his hard chest. His nimble fingers ran down his abs, and grazed over the throbbing bulge in Zoro's pants. He felt the swordsman shudder when his hand touched him. He continued his teasing caresses, making him squirm.

“Damn you… s-stop teasing.” Zoro breathed.

“Oh I'm sorry, is this better?” Sanji grinned devilishly as he pulled Zoro's pants off. Zoro said nothing, but he had a bewildered, blushing expression. Sanji could really see how much he wanted him.

 

Sanji suddenly had a sinister idea, and he swiped a bit of frosting with two of his fingers, and licked them seductively. Zoro breathed hard, watching him. He then put his fingers in Zoro's mouth and Zoro licked up the remains of the frosting and cake. Sanji could feel his own erection growing larger. He quickly unbuttoned his pants and with one hand, touched the tip of Zoro's cock as he rubbed his own against Zoro's ass. Zoro winced and gripped the table as Sanji put his mouth around the sensitive tip and licked him teasingly. Sanji's tongue bathed it lovingly, and it was now wet with Zoro's precome. Zoro's breath was ragged. He groaned out loud as Sanji stuck two wet fingers in his ass. The pleasure was unbearable, Zoro nearly felt himself come, and Sanji seemed to sense this. He removed his fingers and he thrust his throbbing organ into Zoro. The swordsman nearly whimpered, and made inaudible noises. He breathed harder, and his bronze skin was glistening with sweat. Sanji moaned as the feeling of tight wet flesh around him felt more and more pleasurable. He gripped Zoro's legs and began to pound him faster and harder, causing Zoro to moan even louder. Sanji winced as he lost all control and came inside Zoro. They let themselves be taken by the powerful orgasm and Zoro came all over himself. They were both drenched in sweat as they tried to catch their breath. Sanji couldn't hold himself up and fell on top of Zoro.

 

“Happy birthday, shitty swordsman.” Sanji managed to say after breathing normally.

Zoro was speechless for a moment. He brought his strong arms around the skinny blonde.

“So was this your gift to me?” He asked him, holding him closer.

“No, I just wanted to bang you, idiot.” Sanji laughed.

“Well thank you. I'll definitely remember this night. And thank you for the cake.” He said, turning around and noticing that the cake was gone.

“What the…!?” Zoro's eyes widened as he saw a pair of eyes staring straight at him. Luffy licked the remains of the cake from his lips. “How long have you been there?!?” Zoro asked, blushing like crazy and nearly knocking an equally as embarrassed Sanji off of him.

 

This was going to be tough to explain to their dim-witted captain…

 

~+::HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZORO!!::+~