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Relationships take work and effort. They require open communication and honesty, and the willingness to trust each other and be vulnerable sometimes, knowing the other person will support you.
Relationships are the exact sort of thing that Zoro and Sanji aren't made for, but that won't stop them from making an effort. They're in love with each other, so they're going to make it work even if it kills them. It helps that they'd both prefer it didn't kill them. It also helps that they're obsessed with each other, to a degree that has been described with words that range from “funny” (Luffy) to “pathologically codependent on a level that's bound to end in blood if it goes wrong” (Robin), with “keep me unaware of everything, thanks” in between (Usopp).
The other thing that helps? Sex. If Sanji gets stupid, Zoro makes him come until his brain melts. If Sanji thinks Zoro is being an idiot, he bends him over the nearest surface and fucks his brains out. Sometimes he chokes him a bit, as a treat. It's kinda great.
So yeah. Sex. The sort of sex that made Nami increase Zoro’s debt and that got an entire fireworks display of approval from Franky when they got caught.
It was decreed after that that Zoro and Sanji weren't allowed to let loose unless they were on land, in a private room with a lock, far away from the crew. It says something that Sanji was reluctant to accept, despite it being demanded by Nami.
Anyway, today not only do they have a room with a lock. They have it in a cabin that's far away enough from any other person that they can make as much noise as they want. They also have it for two days and nights, and there's a scene they've been planning for ages and that's perfect for a place like this.
The workshopping was awkward at first—it forced them to talk a lot, about boundaries, kinks, safewords… Zoro looks back on it almost fondly now. The rest of the crew might be mentally scarred from their escapades, but Zoro thinks that they've been great for his relationship with Sanji. Whenever Sanji didn't want to explain something, Zoro would say, “I love you, I'd hate to hurt you,” and Sanji would scream in frustration and tell him everything.
As a reward, Zoro made sure to make him scream with pleasure later. It was only fair.
Today, he's going to make him scream, cry, and break down. Zoro swore that on his honor as a swordsman. He didn't tell Sanji, though, because he's a contrary little shit that'll ruin the scene just to prove a point, even when he's looking forward to getting wrecked.
Sanji’s the one that got the cabin. One look and it's evident that this place is usually rented for the exact thing they're about to do: not only is there a mirror on the ceiling, there are also handcuffs, chains, lube, condoms, a first aid kit, a tower of clean sheets and towels, and several cleaning products. There's also a kitchen, and a bathroom with a bathtub that Nami would kill for. Oh, and the bed frame? The headboard has several bars that are clearly meant to be used to tie people to them.
This is a fuck room. They might as well get on with it. It's well into the afternoon, and the second part of their scene will need the entirety of the next day.
They put down their bags and Zoro grabs Sanji by the waist to pull him to him.
“You know I love you, right?” Zoro says, looking at Sanji intently.
Somehow, that's the wrong thing to say: Sanji scoffs, rolls his eyes, and tries to get out of Zoro’s hold.
“You don’t need to tell me that every time we do this, Marimo,” he complains.
Zoro tightens his hold on him and bites back a frustrated groan.
“I do, actually. I like saying it.”
“Liar,” Sanji says, giving Zoro an annoyed look. “You'd go your whole life without saying a word if you could.”
Sometimes, Zoro wants to shake him. He'd do it now, if they didn't have more important things in schedule.
“Useless words, yeah.” Zoro presses his forehead against Sanji’s and pushes him back, making Sanji sputter. “But you’re an idiot that forgets I love him if I don't say it, so I'm saying it.”
“I don't forget,” Sanji protests, pushing back too and putting his hands on Zoro’s chest for extra pressure.
“You do.”
Before Sanji can argue, Zoro covers his mouth and puts his other hand on the back of Sanji’s head to keep him from trying to move away. He stays glued to Sanji to stop him from trying to kick him.
“Cook, I know you love to bitch at me and that what we're gonna do isn't new, but I really want to get onto fucking you stupid and I can't do that if you don't know I love you and that I'll stop this if you want me to.” He stops to take a large gulp of breath and adds. “Because I love you.”
Now that his piece has been said, Zoro lets go of Sanji, who actually pouts.
“Fine,” Sanji grumbles. “Yes, I know you love me. I know you love me even when you're treating me in ways that would make some people call the Marines, and I know you'd rather run away from a fight than hurt me.” He digs his fingers into Zoro’s chest. “Happy?”
“Not yet. Tell me the safeword.”
There was no need for Sanji to glare while saying it, but it wouldn't really be him otherwise.
“Now I'm happy,” Zoro says with a smug smile, leaning forward to steal a quick kiss.
Sanji doesn't let him get away with that—he opens his mouth and licks Zoro’s lips, turning the kiss into something dirty and needy.
Slowly, Zoro trails a hand up Sanji’s back until he can grab the back of his neck. He breaks the kiss and whispers in Sanji’s ear, “Be a doll for me, Sanji.”
Time to start.
“What?” Sanji says, moving back and frowning at Zoro, following the script.
“Did it happen again?” Zoro asks, faking concern, moving his hand up to Sanji’s head.
Sanji shivers. They spent weeks making sure he knew what it meant when Zoro put his hand there in this context.
“How many times has it been this month?” Zoro continues.
“What has happened? You're not making any sense.” It's an impeccable act, except Sanji’s eyes are dark with lust.
Zoro sighs and scratches Sanji’s hair. “You forgot what you are.”
“No, I didn't.” Sanji’s perfectly still against Zoro, to the point he can feel his heart racing inside his chest.
“No?” Zoro raises an eyebrow and cups Sanji’s cheek. His other hand grabs a fistful of Sanji’s hair. “Then tell me who you are.”
“I'm-” Sanji swallows. “Black Leg Sanji.”
Zoro shakes his head and gives him a pitying look. “See? You forgot.” He rests his thumb over Sanji’s lips. “That's not what you are.”
Sanji opens his mouth to argue. Zoro promptly pushes his thumb inside and hooks it behind Sanji’s teeth to keep his mouth open.
“This keeps happening,” Zoro says, resigned. “You keep forgetting you're a doll.”
He lets go of Sanji’s jaw and lowers his hand to his neck.
“I'm not a doll,” Sanji says, frowning.
“Yes, you are.” Zoro tugs lightly on Sanji’s hair. “You're a toy.”
“No, I'm not.”
“You are.” Zoro tightens his hold on Sanji’s neck. “You're only a thing I use sometimes, but you tend to forget it and think you're a person.”
“How are you so sure of that?” Sanji asks. Their script won't be winning any awards, but hey, it works for them.
“Because it's happened a bunch of times before,” Zoro says, releasing Sanji’s neck and moving to loosen his tie. “And then I need to fix that.”
Sanji takes a shuddering breath. “How?”
“Step by step.” Zoro unties and removes Sanji’s tie, and drops it on the floor. “With time and patience, I turn you back into the doll you are.” He tugs on Sanji’s hair again, tilting his head back. “At least you already remember some things.” He once again presses the pad of his thumb to Sanji’s lips. This time, Sanji parts them immediately, allowing Zoro to introduce two fingers. “Like the fact that your mouth shouldn't be empty.”
Sanji closes his mouth around Zoro’s fingers and starts sucking. Zoro pulls his head back by the hair and removes his fingers.
“Toys don't move,” Zoro says with a glare.
“I'm not a toy,” Sanji says.
“Yes, you are. Only a toy would have stayed so still all this time.” Zoro gestures at Sanji. “You remember the way you're supposed to be.” He cups Sanji’s face and kisses his forehead. “Isn't it exhausting, trying to be a person?” He scratches Sanji’s head. “All those thoughts you don't need, all those things to deal with.” Sanji’s shoulders relax. “It's so much better to be a thing.”
“Yeah?” Sanji breathes.
“Yeah.” He guides Sanji to rest his head on his shoulder and keeps caressing his head. “You should let me turn you into a doll again. You'll be so much happier that way.”
“How does it work?” Sanji murmurs, loosening against Zoro. He's warm, and Zoro longs to hold him, but they've got a scene to play out.
“It's very easy. I just take away all the things you don't need.” Zoro lowers his voice. “Your movement, your sight, your hearing…” Sanji sucks in a breath and Zoro lightly pulls his hair. “All your thoughts, and then your will.”
Sanji hums and finally lets his arms drop to his sides.
“What happens when I'm a toy?” he asks.
“I play with you.” Zoro kisses Sanji’s temple. “I do whatever I please with you and you like it, because that's what you were made for.”
Sanji hums again.
“Are you ready to be a toy again?” Zoro asks softly.
Sanji nods.
“Tell me,” Zoro demands.
“Yes,” Sanji says.
“Good.”
Zoro grabs Sanji by the shoulders and pushes him back. Sanji’s pupils are dilated and his breathing is heavy.
“Don't move,” Zoro reminds him, and starts unbuttoning his jacket. Like the tie, it ends up on the floor, to where it's followed by Sanji’s shirt.
As soon as Sanji’s torso is bare, Zoro puts his hands on his waist and his lips on one of his nipples.
“Fuck, Marimo,” Sanji gasps.
Zoro’s mouth immediately leaves Sanji’s chest. One of his hands returns to the back of Sanji’s head.
“Toys don’t speak,” Zoro reminds him. His other hand trails up to Sanji’s nipple and pinches it. Sanji clenches his jaw and doesn’t say a word. “Toys only speak if they need their safeword. Nod if you understand.”
Sanji nods.
“Do you need your safeword, doll?”
Sanji shakes his head.
“No talking, doll.” Zoro brushes Sanji’s nipple with his thumb and brings his mouth back down to it. He sucks on it lightly, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, and enjoys Sanji’s held back moans. He doesn’t let go of Sanji’s head.
With his other hand, Zoro unfastens Sanji’s belt and unbuttons his pants.
Zoro kisses his way up Sanji’s chest and neck until he reaches his ear. “You’re doing so well, doll,” he says, getting his hand straight into Sanji’s underwear to grab his cock. It’s already half hard, and the contact makes Sanji moan.
“Do you like that, doll?” Zoro punctuates the question by biting Sanji’s earlobe. “I’ll do this and more to you. I’m just getting started.”
The whine Sanji lets out goes straight to Zoro’s own dick. There are so many other sounds he’s capable of, and Zoro will make sure to get each and every one out of him before the scene is over.
Sanji’s hands twitch at his sides as Zoro strokes his cock.
“You’re still thinking about moving, aren’t you?” Zoro says. He sucks a mark on Sanji’s collarbone and runs his fingers through Sanji’s hair. “That’s a problem, doll. You really need to stop thinking.”
He feels more than he hears Sanji’s breath hitch.
“There’s no need for you to think about anything.” Zoro turns his wrist and rubs the tip of Sanji’s cock with his thumb. “Be a good toy and stop thinking.”
“I can’t,” Sanji murmurs. He yelps when Zoro bites his chest.
“Stop talking, doll,” Zoro says. “Toys can’t talk.” He licks the bite and kisses it. “Toys can only be used by their owners.”
“I’m not a toy,” Sanji says stubbornly.
Zoro stills his hand around Sanji’s dick and relishes the whine that that elicits.
“Yes, you are.” Zoro squeezes his cock lightly and leans back to observe Sanji’s face. “You’re just a bit confused right now.” He caresses Sanji’s head, steady and repeated movements from the top down to his neck. “It’s alright. I’ll turn you back into a toy.” He takes his hand out of Sanji’s pants and smirks at the way Sanji clenches his jaw and forces himself not to complain. “I'll use you so well that you'll never again forget what you are.”
Sanji swallows and doesn't say a word.
“You're doing so well so far,” Zoro says.
He has to stop touching Sanji’s head so he can lower his pants. He pulls them all the way down to the floor and then lifts Sanji's feet in order so he can take off his shoes and socks, then finally his pants and underwear.
From where he's kneeling, Zoro has a rather privileged view of Sanji’s dick—hard and red. He touches it lightly, trailing a fingertip from the base to the tip, just to make Sanji shiver.
“Aren't you eager, doll?” Zoro says, getting to his feet. “You were made to be fucked, after all.”
Sanji frowns and opens his mouth. Zoro grabs him by the hair and watches his eyelids drop slightly.
“That's your only purpose, doll.” Zoro puts his hand on Sanji’s chest and brushes a nipple with his thumb. “You're supposed to be full of cock and empty of thoughts.” He rolls the nipple between thumb and forefinger, coaxing it to harden. “I'll turn you into a perfect toy, don't worry. Just a thing to be fucked.”
He lets go of Sanji abruptly. Sanji blinks, confused.
“I-”
Zoro rests two fingers against his lips. “Stop talking, or I'll take your voice.”
Sanji swallows and nods.
“Don't move either,” Zoro reminds him. “What's wrong with you, doll? It never takes you so long to remember what you are.”
Huge lie. Depending on Sanji’s mood, Zoro can spend half a day getting him into the right mindset. It's impressive he's already mostly standing still.
The raised eyebrow he gets in response to that says that Sanji’s aware too.
Zoro sighs in mock disappointment and grabs Sanji’s dick. He also grabs his hair.
“You're thinking too much, doll,” Zoro says. He moves his hand over Sanji’s cock fast and hard. “You need to stop that and let go.”
Sanji can't keep his mouth closed as Zoro’s movements get him closer to the edge. He moans and whines, and Zoro watches for all the signs he knows by heart at this point.
When Sanji bites his lip, Zoro stills. Sanji whimpers and seems to crumble, so Zoro puts an arm around his waist to support him and makes him rest his weight against him.
“You haven't earned it,” Zoro says coldly. His hand is still in Sanji’s hair, petting him while Sanji shivers against him.
He doesn't wait for Sanji to settle. He leans down, puts an arm under his knees, and picks him up to carry him to the bathroom bridal style.
“Wh-” Sanji starts, putting his arms around Zoro’s shoulders.
“Who knows where you've been?” Zoro interrupts. “Toys are kept clean, but you thought you were a person. I better make sure you're still something worth using.”
He sits Sanji down at the edge of the bathtub and gets a towel. He also gets the bag with their things.
“Better take a good look at you,” Zoro says, kneeling between Sanji’s legs and grabbing him by the jaw to turn his face this side and that, up and down, while his other hand caresses the inside of Sanji’s thigh.
Sanji holds on tightly to the bathtub. His knuckles turn white with the strength he uses when Zoro brushes the tip of his dick to collect some of the precum there.
With the hand he still has on his jaw, Zoro forces Sanji to open his mouth and holds him in place.
“Let's see,” he says, almost detached as he introduces two fingers into Sanji’s mouth and deliberately spreads the precum over his tongue. “This is going to feel amazing around my cock.”
Sanji’s eyes are half-lidded now. Zoro turns his hand so he can caress the roof of his mouth.
“Close your eyes, doll,” he orders. “You don't need your eyesight.”
With a slow breath, Sanji complies.
“Very good,” Zoro says, his fingers running over Sanji’s teeth. “Isn't it so much better when you simply do as I say?”
Sanji frowns slightly. Zoro tightens his grip on his jaw.
“Stop thinking, doll,” he says, his fingers back to caressing Sanji’s tongue. “Accept what you are.” He grabs Sanji’s tongue and pulls it out of his mouth. “Just a toy, desperate to be used.” He holds Sanji’s tongue between thumb and forefinger. “You won't be happy as long as you have all those thoughts running around your head. I can take them from you, doll. I will take them from you, one by one, until all you know is how much you love to be useful to me.” He lets go of Sanji’s tongue and watches with satisfaction how he keeps it hanging out, letting drool run down his chin. “Soon, you'll be my perfect toy.”
He cups Sanji’s face with both hands and brushes his cheeks with his thumbs.
“You can open your eyes if you want to, doll,” Zoro says quietly. “It's not yet time for me to take your sight.”
It takes a moment, but Sanji’s eyelids go up.
Zoro smiles at him to show his approval and pokes his tongue.
“Get that inside again, doll.”
Sanji complies. He keeps his mouth open. Zoro’s tempted to get to his feet and feed him his cock—he's painfully hard, and Sanji’s begging to be used.
Later, Zoro tells himself, closing his eyes for a moment to give himself a break from the tantalizing view of Sanji’s parted lips. They always look so good stretched around Zoro’s cock, it's difficult to resist them now.
It's not the time for that yet.
With two fingers under his chin, Zoro makes Sanji close his mouth.
“You make a great toy,” Zoro says. “Stay here.”
With a kiss to Sanji’s forehead, Zoro stands up. He gets the towel and wets it with hot water. After wringing out the excess, he returns to Sanji’s side. Sanji's fingers are drumming on the side of the bathtub.
“You're thinking again,” Zoro says, mock disappointed.
Sanji’s hands still, but Zoro’s already shaking his head.
“And here I was going to be nice to you, because you were doing so well.”
“I-”
“No talking, doll, unless you actually need it.”
Sanji’s mouth snaps shut.
Zoro sighs, takes off his shoes, and steps into the bathtub. He stands behind Sanji and puts his hand on his head.
“Let go,” Zoro says, scratching his scalp. “Forget about everything that isn't this moment. Forget you ever thought you were more than a toy.” He pulls Sanji back to make him rest his weight against his legs. “Let me play with you, doll.”
Even if Sanji isn't allowed to speak, the twitching of his dick gives away how he feels about that idea.
Zoro leans down and wraps his hand around Sanji’s neck.
“Gotta make sure you're clean before we play,” Zoro says.
He begins to scrub down Sanji’s chest with the towel, letting go of Sanji’s neck so he can give attention to his chest as he does so. He trails his fingers over Sanji’s abdomen and pecs, dips a fingertip into his bellybutton, and plays with his nipples until they're both hard and Sanji’s moaning.
“It feels good, doesn't it?”
Because he can, Zoro gets his hand on Sanji’s dick and starts jerking him off again.
Sanji tilts his head back against Zoro’s shoulder and moans as his orgasm builds up, his hands twitching at his sides.
And then, of course, Zoro lets go of him.
“No!” Sanji sobs, and promptly closes his mouth.
“No? It doesn't feel good?” Zoro asks, faking surprise. “Then I guess I won't do it anymore.”
“Please,” Sanji begs in a shuddering breath, "keep going."
“Since when do toys request things from their owners?” Zoro says, straightening up. “Remember your place, doll.” He pushes Sanji down by the head, bending him over, and scrubs his back with the towel.
When he's done, he steps out of the bathtub. Sanji stays down even after Zoro stops touching him.
Zoro kneels in front of Sanji and cleans his arms. Then he pushes Sanji back into a proper sitting position and studies his face—half-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, lips slightly parted.
“Poor doll,” Zoro says, grabbing Sanji by the hair and wiping the saliva off his chin. “All those thoughts got you feeling bad.” He moves down to Sanji’s legs and runs the towel over them. “What you want is irrelevant. Your happiness is in letting me play.”
He finishes with Sanji’s feet and drops the towel to the floor. He stands up, wraps his arms around Sanji’s torso, and turns him around. He bends him over the edge of the bathtub and runs an appreciative hand down his back before he grabs the towel and cleans what he couldn't reach before.
“There,” Zoro says, patting Sanji’s hip. “You're almost ready for me to start.”
He grabs their bag and takes out the lube. He appreciates the place providing some, but he prefers to use their own.
Zoro coats his fingers and considers what to do next. He thinks again about Sanji’s mouth and counts to ten so as not to give in. His dick will fall off from need at this rate, Sanji better appreciate his self-control later.
He sits down on the bathtub's edge and puts his hand on the back of Sanji’s head to keep him down. He scratches his scalp, brings his wet fingers to Sanji’s ass and circles his hole with one finger.
“Gotta make sure I fit in there,” Zoro says, teasing with a fingertip before pushing in slowly.
A full-body shiver runs down Sanji.
“You take this so well, doll.” Zoro pushes in and out, gently coaxing Sanji to relax. “Did other people get inside you during this time? Did you also forget that you're only mine to use?”
Sanji shakes his head and Zoro pulls his hair.
“Don't move,” he reminds him, and gets another finger into him.
Sanji gasps at the intrusion. Zoro fingers him at a lazy pace, deliberately missing his prostate. He loosens him up enough for him to introduce a third finger.
Zoro pulls up Sanji’s head by the hair and forces him to turn his face towards him.
“Open your eyes, doll.”
It takes Sanji a moment, but he does. His mouth opens in a silent moan when Zoro finally begins to target the right spot, and then he's letting out the sweetest sounds of pleasure.
“That's it, doll,” Zoro says. “Let go.”
Sanji closes his eyes and pushes his hips against Zoro’s hand, forcing Zoro to remove his fingers.
“No no no,” Sanji sobs, tears spilling out.
“You keep moving, doll,” Zoro says, resigned, wiping his fingers on his pants. “As long as you do that, I can't play with you.”
He lets go of Sanji’s head and stands up to pick him up again, bridal style. Sanji’s biting his lip and trying to hold back tears.
“Maybe this isn't for you?” Zoro muses, pulling him close and taking him back to the bedroom. “Maybe I shouldn't turn you into a toy. Say the word and you can stay a person.”
Sanji shakes his head.
“Alright, doll.” Zoro sets Sanji down on the bed and makes him kneel. “I'll help you. Stay here.”
He brings their bag back into the room and takes out some rope, showing it to Sanji.
“I'm gonna tie you up.” He approaches the bed and cups Sanji’s cheek. “Nod if you're alright with that, doll.”
Sanji nods and Zoro gets to work. He pulls Sanji’s arms behind his back and ties him by the forearms, leaving his hands free.
“There's no use for your arms and hands,” Zoro says as he works. “You don't need them and I can't do anything with them, so better get them out of the way, don't you think?”
He sucks a bruise onto Sanji’s shoulder when he's done.
“I think I can leave your legs as they are, right, doll?” Zoro says, running his hands up Sanji’s thighs.
Sanji doesn't reply. For that, Zoro kisses the mark he just left.
Zoro pushes Sanji forward until his forehead is touching the mattress and climbs down the bed to get a plug from their bag. He coats it in lube and returns to fit it into Sanji’s ass. Sanji’s hands open and close, but he doesn’t make a sound.
“Now you're ready for me,” Zoro says. He turns Sanji around and props him up against all the pillows he can find. His eyes are closed. “Can you look at me?” he asks gently, caressing Sanji’s face.
When he obeys, Zoro gives him a small smile.
“I’m gonna be away for a few minutes, doll.” He holds Sanji’s gaze as he speaks. “Call out if you need me, yes? Nod if you understand.”
Sanji blinks, and then he nods once.
Zoro rushes to the bathroom. He's quick to shower, keeping an ear out in case Sanji uses his safeword. He returns to the room with a towel wrapped around his waist to find Sanji in the same position he left him, eyes closed again and breathing slow and deep.
Sanji likes it when Zoro dresses nicely, so he does that for him. A black suit and a red shirt, half unbuttoned. Golden cufflinks. Dress shoes. He better appreciate it.
Zoro comes back to the bed and buries his fingers in Sanji’s hair to tilt his head back.
“Well done, you waited for me,” he says.
A small smile appears on Sanji’s face.
“I’m gonna reward you for that.”
Zoro pulls Sanji to sit at the edge of the bed and pushes him back to make him lie down, knowing how uncomfortable it must be with his bound arms. Zoro kneels between Sanji’s legs and pushes his thighs open.
“I’m gonna make you come, doll,” Zoro says, his breath ghosting over Sanji’s flushed dick. His mouth waters at the sight. “It’s going to make you feel a lot more relaxed.” He runs his hands up and down Sanji’s thighs. “I want you to hold onto that sensation, okay? I want you to let go and stay loose and content later.” He licks a stripe from the base of Sanji’s cock to the tip and then kisses it.
Sanji moans and pushes his hips up. Zoro holds him down.
“Don’t do that, doll, or I’ll have to tie you down to the bed.” He licks Sanji’s length again and feels him tense under his hands, trying not to move. “You’re doing so well, you’re earning this.” Another lick. “Let yourself feel this, doll.” Lick. “You don’t have to do anything.” Lick. “Lay there and take it, like the toy you are.” Lick.
Sanji finally relaxes.
“Well done,” Zoro says, and proceeds to take Sanji into his mouth. He's always fit perfectly in there.
Sanji arches off the bed and moans, but Zoro keeps holding him down by the hips as he sucks him off, tongue and lips working to get Sanji to that orgasm that Zoro has withheld from him three times already.
He comes into Zoro’s mouth, and Zoro swallows him greedily, sucking and licking until Sanji’s trembling under his hands and begging him to stop.
“Do you really want me to stop, doll?” Zoro asks, climbing back onto the bed and guiding Sanji to look at him.
Sanji closes his mouth. His eyes are unfocused.
“No no,” Zoro chastises. “Show me your tongue, doll.”
The bitterness of Sanji’s cum lingers. He needs Sanji to taste it too, to become aware of one of Zoro’s favorite flavors.
Sanji obeys and watches Zoro wipe his chin with two fingers, collecting cum and saliva. He smears all of it on Sanji’s tongue and guides him to close his mouth again.
“Savor that, doll,” he orders, caressing Sanji’s lips with his thumb.
He watches Sanji until he swallows and pets his head.
“Well done,” Zoro says. “You're becoming such a good toy.”
Sanji hums and closes his eyes.
“You’re right, doll.” Zoro brushes Sanji’s eyelids with his fingers. “You don’t need to see. I’m going to take your sight now.”
There’s no reply. Zoro waits a moment and goes to fetch the rest of what they’ll need. He leaves it within easy reach and grabs a blindfold. He gets Sanji on his knees again and covers his eyes.
“You’re so close to being a perfect toy again,” Zoro says softly. “Just a bit more.” He puts a small buzzer in Sanji’s hand. “Remember that you can press that if you don’t want this anymore, doll. Nod if you understand.”
Sanji nods and Zoro kisses his forehead.
Zoro settles against the pillows, unzips his pants and takes out his cock. He makes Sanji lie down on his side and rest his head on his lap.
“You’re my doll, don’t forget that,” Zoro says, running his fingers through Sanji’s hair. “Mine and nobody else’s. Do you like that?”
Sanji hums.
“Yes, you do, because you love me.” Zoro grabs Sanji’s chin and makes him open his mouth. “You love me so much that you want to be my perfect toy, and I love you so much that I’ll do it.” Zoro takes his cock in hand and guides the tip to Sanji’s lips. “I’ve taken your sight and your movement, and if you earn it I’ll take your hearing too.” He adjusts his hold on Sanji’s head and slowly begins to feed him his cock. “I’ll take everything you don’t need, doll.”
Sanji moans and adjusts around his length, until most of it is inside his mouth.
“You’ll never want to be anything more than my plaything,” Zoro continues, petting his head. “I’m going to turn you into a very simple thing. One that only exists to be fucked. One that isn’t happy unless it’s got its ass and mouth full.”
Just because he can, Zoro pushes a finger into Sanji’s mouth too, and smiles at the soft sound of discomfort that Sanji makes.
Something vicious comes to life inside Zoro at the view, the same thing he’s been keeping at bay since this started, that he couldn’t unleash as long as Sanji kept arguing and resisting his own desires.
“I’ll take all your thoughts.” Zoro cards his fingers through Sanji’s hair in a rhythmic motion. “Let them slip away, doll, you don’t need them. All you need is to be here right now, taking what I give you.” He keeps his movements steady. “Think only of how good this is, with my cock in your mouth. Let go of everything else, doll.”
Sanji’s breathing is slow and steady. Zoro removes his finger and traces Sanji’s lips around his dick, feels the saliva dripping down the side of his mouth.
“You look so good like this,” Zoro marvels.
The man currently acting as Zoro’s sleeve is one of the strongest the world will ever see. Stubborn, obsessive, downright terrifying, and right now Zoro could do whatever he wanted with him.
Right now, this man is Zoro’s to play with. His own fucktoy.
He needs more than just his lips around his dick.
Slowly, he pushes Sanji off. Once his mouth is empty, Sanji keeps it open, like the good doll he is, so Zoro closes it for him.
“You’ll make a perfect toy once I’m done with you,” Zoro promises, getting Sanji on his knees and pushing him down.
Zoro’s cock twitches at the sight. Zoro removes the plug and replaces it with his dick in one swift motion that has Sanji gasping.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Zoro groans, immediately setting a punishing rhythm. He’s spent too long without relief, watching Sanji slip away and become a thing and being unable to take advantage of that. One more minute of that and he might have gone insane.
He presses himself to Sanji’s back and bites every spot he can reach, sucking bruises onto his pale skin. His hands pinch Sanji’s chest and tease his nipples, trying to leave as many marks as possible. Sanji’s dick is hard again, and Zoro strokes it in time with his thrusts.
“I’m gonna make you come, doll,” he promises into Sanji’s ear. “I know you want it.”
Sanji moans as Zoro fucks him, culminating in a wordless cry when he spills over Zoro’s hand.
Now that Sanji has come, there’s no reason to bother with his pleasure. Zoro pushes him forward and keeps thrusting into him. The sound of skin against skin is obscene, especially combined with Sanji’s sobs and Zoro’s grunts. Sanji’s hands hold on to the buzzer, but no attempts to press it are made. He’s exactly where he wants to be.
The awareness of that is dizzying, and it pushes Zoro over the edge. He buries himself deep inside Sanji, filling him up.
Sanji’s trembling underneath him, and he whines when Zoro pulls out. Zoro grabs Sanji’s ass and spreads the cheeks to take a good look at the mess he left behind.
“Do you feel that inside you?” Zoro says, caressing Sanji’s hip. “It’s all yours, doll. Gotta make sure it stays there.”
He grabs a vibrator and inserts it in Sanji’s hole.
“It’s time for your final reward, doll,” Zoro says, untying Sanji’s arms. He checks for marks and leans over to whisper in Sanji’s ear, “I’m going to take your hearing now. You don’t need it.”
Sanji shivers and whimpers, his breathing coming out in short and fast gasps.
“Unless you don’t want that anymore,” Zoro says, lightly scratching Sanji’s scalp.
Sanji doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t try to press the button he’s still holding. He’s Zoro’s toy through and through.
The earplugs don’t look like much, but they were designed to block everything. Zoro puts Sanji in his lap and holds him to his chest to put in the first one.
“I can still hear you, doll,” Zoro reminds him. “If you need to stop, I’ll know.”
He puts the second earplug in place and wraps his arms around Sanji. He caresses him slowly, trailing his fingers up and down his chest, and waits for his breathing to even out.
“Doll?” Zoro calls.
No reaction. Zoro lays Sanji down on the bed and takes a good look at him. His body’s loose and relaxed. There’s cum on his skin. He still looks too clean for Zoro’s taste.
Zoro straddles Sanji’s legs and leans down to suck on one of his nipples, using a hand to attend to the other. He tugs on the small nub with his teeth, flicks it with his tongue and leaves it hard and red from his ministrations. He then moves on to litter marks on Sanji’s chest, sucking and biting each and every spot that he deems unacceptably intact.
This is his toy. He spent all this time chipping away at Sanji’s resistance in order to have him like this, and it’s time for Zoro to claim his reward for his efforts.
This isn’t Sanji anymore. This is Zoro’s doll and it’s time to play.
His smile is feral as he takes his cock and the doll’s in hand and begins to stroke them together. It only grows when the doll whimpers.
Zoro turns on the vibrator on the lowest setting and watches the doll twitch.
He plays with the doll’s nipples again and makes the doll whine.
Slowly and steadily, Zoro gets the doll hard again, and from there it’s only a matter of time before he’s got it spilling all over itself. Zoro lets go of its dick and keeps the vibrator on, loving the way it makes the doll cry from overstimulation.
It’s the sort of sight that people would kill for, and it has Zoro coming over the doll’s chest with a bitten back curse. His cum mixes with the doll’s, adding to the picture painted by the bruises blooming on it. It’s dirty, it’s degrading, and only a toy would allow it.
There’s no limit to what Zoro can do, and it thrills him.
He slips a ring on the doll’s cock just because he can and lightly caresses it to make the doll whimper.
He puts clamps on the doll’s nipples and tugs on them to hear it yelp.
The doll clutches the buzzer and never tries to press it.
“Fuck,” Zoro says with feeling, desperate for more, eager to push this toy until it breaks.
He picks up the doll and tries to make it sit upright. It keeps slumping forward, forcing Zoro to grab it by the hair to tilt its head up.
He grabs a dildo that’s roughly the same size as his own dick and touches the tip to the doll’s mouth. The doll parts its lips and doesn’t resist as Zoro pushes the dildo inside. He slips it in and out slowly, shallowly, getting the doll used to it. It gets him lightheaded with lust, how easily he can do this, how willing this doll is to let him. The power trip makes him feel half delirious.
“You make so many pretty sounds,” Zoro says, fully aware that his toy won’t hear him. “I need to hear you choke.”
He pushes the dildo deep inside the doll, making it gag around the intrusion, muffling every sound of distress it might try to make. Tears stream down its face as Zoro sets a punishing pace, and yet it never tries to stop him. This is what it’s meant for and Zoro will make sure it fulfills its purpose.
When Zoro finally removes the dildo, the doll gasps for air and cries, trembling. Zoro doesn’t give it time to recover. He moves it around until it’s on its knees facing the headboard and extends its arms to handcuff it to the bed. Zoro knows that if it wasn’t for the cuffs holding it in place, the doll would faceplant on the mattress. As it is, the curve of its back is exaggerated because of the way the doll has slumped forward.
It’s a gorgeous sight, bound to feature in Zoro’s fantasies for the rest of his life.
The doll sobs in relief when Zoro turns off and takes out the vibrator. Poor thing doesn’t know what’s coming.
Zoro puts some lube on his cock and lines himself up with the doll. He grabs it by the hips and pushes into it slowly, letting it feel each millimeter of his length.
The doll simply lets itself drop, staying in position thanks to the handcuffs and Zoro’s grip. He digs his fingers into its flesh, hoping to bruise, and rolls his hips. He’s in no hurry. He fucks the doll at a languid pace, entertaining himself by pulling on the nipple clamps every now and then to make it whimper.
His orgasm builds up steadily, heat pooling down low in his belly, demanding more. Zoro isn’t one to deny himself pleasure, so he picks up the pace, chasing his release without caring about the sobbing toy he’s currently pounding into.
When he comes, he bites the back of the doll’s neck and keeps fucking it through his orgasm, wanting to push his cum deep inside of it. Zoro wants his toy marked inside and out, he wants it to be undeniably his. He wants for anyone who sees it to know that Zoro has claimed it and won’t let it go.
He slumps over the doll’s back, breathing heavily as he recovers. He snakes an arm around the doll’s chest to keep it as close as possible, wanting it to feel his presence, to be reassured that Zoro has no intention of leaving it.
He pulls out and puts the vibrator back in place. He uncuffs the doll and lays it down on its back, arranging its limbs so it’s comfortable. He checks that the buzzer is still in the doll’s hand.
Zoro tucks himself back into his pants, lies down next to the doll, and pulls it to his chest. He takes off one of the earplugs and the doll turns its head slightly towards him.
“I’m going to show you something,” Zoro whispers in the doll’s ear. “Open your eyes when I tell you to.”
He removes the blindfold and sets it aside. He tilts the doll’s head up until it’s facing the mirror.
“Open your eyes, doll,” Zoro orders.
The doll obeys. Zoro wraps a hand around its neck and smiles proudly at it through the mirror. The doll is covered in cum, drool, bite marks and bruises. The clamps and the ring are still on it and its cock is hard despite everything. The doll’s face is stained with tears. Zoro has never seen anything better.
He turns on the vibrator on the lowest setting so the doll can watch its own face twist in pleasured pain for a moment, the way its lips part to beg but no sound comes out.
“You’re a fucking mess,” Zoro murmurs. “Completely ruined,” he covers the doll’s eyes, “and I'm going to take your will now. I'll make it so you only exist for me.”
He takes off the ring and the clamps and the doll relaxes in his hold, despite the vibrator. Poor thing; it should know better at this point.
“You're just a toy now, and it’s about time I break you,” Zoro says darkly.
He puts the earplug back in place, kisses the doll’s temple, and amps up the vibrator’s intensity to the highest.
The doll screams. Zoro puts his arm around its torso and holds it against his chest as it shakes, its body trying to get away from the overwhelming stimulation it’s being subjected to. Zoro doesn’t let it—he throws a leg over the doll’s waist and keeps it down.
The doll moans and sobs, desperate tears spilling out of its eyes. Zoro holds it as it arches off the bed with one last cry before it falls silent, dropping limply against him despite the vibrator still mercilessly working inside of it. The only sign of life is the heavy rise and fall of its chest.
Zoro turns off the vibrator and uncovers the doll’s eyes. He finds them glazed, staring into nothing. Zoro knows that, in this moment, the doll is nothing but a body. Its will is truly gone, and if Zoro wanted to break it further, make it so it never recovers, make it so it always believes itself to be his toy, he could make it happen now. That’s how much Sanji trusts him.
A rush of pride comes over Zoro. He's the only one allowed to do this. He's the only one that knows how to.
“Fuck, I love you,” Zoro says with feeling, cupping Sanji’s face.
He takes off the earplugs and grabs the blindfold again.
“Stay like this for a bit, doll,” he says softly while he covers Sanji’s eyes. “I'll take care of you.”
He takes the buzzer from Sanji and sets it aside, then he lies down next to him and takes him into his arms. He pulls the covers around them and tucks Sanji’s head safely under his chin.
“You're the best toy anyone could ask for.” Zoro caresses Sanji’s back. “I know I took your hearing, but I had to give it back to you so you could know that.”
Sanji makes a small sound.
“Are you happy, doll? Did I use you well?” He kisses the top of Sanji’s head. “You were so useful to me. So good.”
Sanji hums.
“Do you feel my cum inside of you?” Zoro's fingers trail down to Sanji’s hole and remove the vibrator. “That's proof of how much I enjoyed you, doll. I only regret I didn't get some inside your stomach.”
Sanji whimpers.
“It's okay, doll,” Zoro reassures him, petting his hair. “I'm done for today. All I want to do right now is tell you how good you were.”
Sanji’s breathing begins to slow down.
“I have no use for a broken toy, so I'm gonna put you back together,” Zoro continues. “I'll give you back your body. You've earned it.”
Sanji burrows closer. Zoro smiles.
“That's good, doll. Do you want to be close to me? You can do it.”
To reinforce the point, he tightens his hold on Sanji, who nuzzles him.
“Keep doing that, doll.” He continues caressing Sanji’s head and back. “Take what you want.”
He feels Sanji’s mouth on his chest, light pressure weakly mimicking a kiss.
He holds Sanji for a while, until he begins to stir.
“You're coming back, aren't you?” Zoro says softly. “You're already starting to think again. Do you wanna try to speak?”
Sanji mumbles something that Zoro can't hear. Or maybe it was just a sound.
“Take all the time you need,” he says, hoping the idiot will take it as a comfort and not as Zoro underestimating him. You never know how Sanji will go about things.
When he doesn't hear any protests or angry noises, he figures Sanji understood what he meant.
Zoro leans away slightly, and Sanji whimpers and tries to get close again. Gently, Zoro pushes him to lie down on his back.
“I'm right here, doll.” Zoro cups Sanji’s face. “I need to get a couple things so I can clean you up, okay?”
Sanji pouts. It's adorable; Zoro wants to bite him and make him cry again. He settles for brushing his lips with his thumb. They part for him immediately.
“I'll fuck your mouth tomorrow,” Zoro promises. “I'll make you swallow my cum and carry me with you the whole day.”
Sanji tentatively licks his thumb. Zoro’s dick can't be bothered to react, but Zoro himself is extremely interested. He leans down and kisses Sanji with a sweetness that doesn't match the tear tracks on Sanji’s face.
“I love you, doll,” he murmurs against Sanji’s lips. “I'm gonna take care of you now.”
Sanji's mouth chases after Zoro when he pulls away.
“I'll be right back.” Zoro takes one of Sanji’s hands and kisses the palm. “Just give me a moment.”
He tucks the covers around Sanji and rushes to the bathroom to wet another towel, making as much noise as possible to give away his presence and location. He gets a glass of water from the kitchen and one of those cereal bars that Sanji likes to give them for snacks and returns to Sanji’s side.
At some point, Sanji turned to lie on his side and curled into himself. Zoro rests a hand on his hair.
“Hey,” he whispers.
Sanji turns his head towards him, still blind.
“How are you feeling, doll?”
“Good,” Sanji rasps.
Zoro helps him into a sitting position and gives him some water.
“Don't rush, doll,” he says, running his fingers through Sanji’s hair.
Sanji slows down.
“That's good, doll. Well done.” He drops a kiss on Sanji's shoulder. “I want you to feel good now. I need you to take good care of yourself.”
Sanji nods. Zoro takes the glass and puts it on the nightstand.
“I'm gonna clean you up, doll. You're filthy right now.” Zoro holds Sanji’s face between his hands. “You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”
“Thank you,” Sanji says, his voice quiet and rough. His cheeks are turning a pretty shade of red.
“I'll give you back your sight after I've cleaned you up, okay?” He brushes Sanji’s cheekbones with his thumbs. “I want you to see how happy I am with you.”
Sanji nods.
“Use your words,” Zoro demands.
“Yes.”
“I'm giving you something,” Zoro points out. “What do you say when you get a gift?”
Sanji tries to lower his head, but Zoro’s still holding it and won't let him.
“Thank you,” Sanji says, flushed down to his neck.
“That's right.” Zoro caresses his face with his thumbs. “Well done, doll.”
Sanji swallows.
Zoro grabs the towel, pushes back the covers and makes Sanji lie down again so he can wipe him clean. He tries to be careful with his poor spent dick, but the way Sanji tenses up and bites his lip tells him he didn't really succeed.
“Sorry,” Zoro says, lightly squeezing Sanji’s thigh to emphasize his words.
“It’s okay.” Sanji's voice is stronger than before, but still rough. It's only to be expected, after the abuse his throat was subjected to.
“Turn around, doll,” Zoro orders.
Sanji obeys and Zoro checks the bite marks and bruises, wipes the sweat off his back and the mess on his ass.
“There you go,” Zoro says, putting Sanji on his back again. “Almost clean once again. What do you say?”
“Thank you,” Sanji answers.
“Well done.” Zoro reaches for the blindfold and slowly removes it. “You can have your eyesight back.”
He smiles at Sanji when he looks at him. Even if he hadn't made a point of it, he'd have done it anyway—how can he not, when Sanji’s face is a mess and he looks dazed, still half gone and ready to sink again?
“Such a good toy,” Zoro says, soft and adoring. “You served me so well.”
“I did?” Sanji’s hopeful tone makes Zoro want to kiss him.
Zoro nods. “You did.”
It makes a smile break out on Sanji’s face, brighter than the sun. Zoro has to kiss him.
He buries a hand in Sanji’s hair and tugs lightly on it as they kiss, Sanji moaning when Zoro sucks on his tongue and bites his lip.
“I love you,” Sanji says when they break for air, putting his arms around Zoro. “I really, really love you.”
“Love you too, doll.” Zoro leans away and has to grab and lower Sanji’s hands, because he refuses to let go. “Now let me clean your face.”
“I can do that on my own,” Sanji says, frowning, reaching for the towel.
Zoro grabs his wrist.
“No, you can’t, doll.” He kisses Sanji’s knuckles. “I’ve yet to give you back your autonomy.”
Sanji sucks in a breath.
“You’re still mine to play with, and I want to take care of you.” He sets Sanji’s hand down on the bed. “So that’s what I’m going to do, doll.”
He grabs Sanji by the chin and begins to wipe away the tears and drool. His red eyes give away that he’d been crying, but nobody would be able to tell now that it was because he’d been getting his brains fucked out.
“There,” Zoro says when he’s done, tossing away the towel. “Now you’re a clean toy again.”
Sanji shivers and his eyes darken. He licks his lips. “I’m still a toy?”
Time to check if they’re still good for the rest of what they planned.
“You’re always a toy. You simply forget sometimes.”
“I guess I do…” Sanji swallows. He fixes his gaze on the mirror on the ceiling.
“I want to keep you like this for a bit longer.” Zoro moves his hand to Sanji’s hair again. “You’re still happy as my doll, aren’t you?” He cards his fingers through the strands, making Sanji relax. “My pretty and obedient doll. All you have to do is what I say.”
Sanji’s eyelids droop and his breathing slows down. It’s a privilege to watch him sink so easily back into the right mindset.
“I’ll let you have your senses now,” Zoro continues. “I’m only keeping your will. Isn’t that nice?”
Sanji hums. “I think so, yes.”
“Is it something you want, doll? To keep existing as my plaything for a bit longer?”
Simply because he can, he traces Sanji’s lips with a finger.
“Yes,” Sanji breathes. “I want that.”
Zoro puts his hand around Sanji’s neck.
“Do you want to be mine? Do you want me to own you?” He applies enough pressure to be felt.
“Please.” The word is half a moan.
“Then I’ll give that to you, doll,” Zoro says, loosening his hold on Sanji’s neck and never stopping the steady caresses to his head. “I’m gonna have so much fun with you tomorrow.”
He lies down next to Sanji and pulls him to his chest.
“Your will is mine, doll.”
Sanji nods.
“Don’t forget that. Even when you start feeling more like yourself, you’re still mine to use.”
Sanji nods again.
“Good doll,” Zoro says, kissing the top of Sanji’s head.
Sanji tilts back his head and presses his lips to Zoro’s. He can’t help but smile.