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Zoro cursed as he accidentally cut one of his weights in two, a loud crash echoing through the crow's nest as they slid off the weight rack and onto the floor. He was completely off balance, which he hated. No control, no precision. In his current state, Mihawk would be able to steal back the title of world's greatest swordsman easily. Zoro knew he wouldn't, after their duel he had fucked off somewhere with Perona in tow, saying something about a long awaited wine tour now that he wouldn't get challengers all over. The challengers came to Zoro nowadays. Not often, perks of being on the Pirate King's crew was that even rash young swordsmen like he himself had been in his youth tended to reconsider before going for it. It wasn't impossible that one would turn up though. And Zoro would rather willingly offer to fully sponsor one of Nami's shopping trips than show such an embarassing display of swordsmanship as the one he was currently performing.
He frowned as he looked down at his hand, clasping Enma tightly. A noticably smaller hand than it used to be, meaning that his grip was all wrong. Of all the stupid devil fruit powers to be affected by, of course Zoro would be hit by one making him practically useless in a fight. Sure, he could still inflict plenty of destruction, but with his lack of control he could just as easily injure one of his crewmates. He needed to figure this out fast, or he would be out of commission for the ensuing weeks until he was back to his regular size. God, Zoro wished Luffy had let him throw that fucker into the ocean. As a highly amused Robin had informed though, it wouldn't actually help with his situation. The effect of the Shrink Shrink fruit had already taken hold, and now he would just have to wait as it progressively wore off a little bit each day. For now, he had to resign himself to being the second shortest on the crew besides Chopper. Luffy had thought it was hilarious, expressively forbidding Zoro from killing his attacker, all the while trying to prop his chin up on top of Zoro's head. Thankfully, he hadn't shrunk quite enough for Luffy to be able to do that, or he just might have had to kill his captain as well.
On the way back to the Sunny from their ill-fated exploration trip, his companions had either been outright laughing (Luffy and Brook) or telling him it wasn't that bad while trying not to giggle (Robin, Usopp and Franky). He had tried to glare at them, but it wasn't quite as effective when he had to glance up to do it, stumbling at times since his boots were now a few sizes too big for his feet. At least he'd been able to use his sash to keep his pants from sliding down, Zoro would never have been able to live that down.
And speaking of not being able to live it down, he could hear a familiar pattern of knocks of the metal of the trapdoor. Zoro groaned inwardly - Sanji would make fun of him for this until the day they died.
"Mossy? Is it, uh... is it okay if I come up?"
Weird, Sanji wasn't usually that hesitant, he'd just knock and come up without waiting for an answer. Zoro sat down heavily on the bench and grunted his assent, and a blonde head peeked up above the edge. A blonde head looking - surprisingly unwilling?
Sanji's eyes were narrowed so much they were nearly closed, his entire face scrunched up in a picture of reluctance as he slowly lifted his gaze toward Zoro, until after a few seconds he relaxed all at once, smashing his face down onto the floor.
"Thank FUCK. You still look like the same old shitty moss, wrinkles and all."
"Hey, what the hell?!" Zoro bristled. "The hell are you on about? And I'm not wrinkly, fuck you, prissy cook!"
Sanji climbed fully into the nest, looking for all the world like he'd just found out all the world's puppies, scheduled to die a horrible, bloody fate, had been heroically rescued at the last moment.
"I'm not prissy, I use sunscreen. Which you don't, and that's why you're wrinkly in your early thirties. You should've listened to Nami before she gave up on you, you slob." Before Zoro had time to retaliate, Sanji started laughing. "Seriously though, thank fuck you still look like you. When Luffy told me you got shrunk down, he didn't specify how, so I got spooked thinking you'd look like a fifteen-year-old or something. Which would have been really weird, you know, considering you're my husband. I honestly have no idea how my brain wouldn't have been messed up knowing I regularly make out with someone who now looks like a kid."
"Glad I could spare you that fate. Still sucks for me, though," Zoro answered, definitely not pouting.
"Huh? What do you mean? Not feeling being a tiny moss monster?" Sanji smirked and sat down beside him. Zoro flipped him off.
"Everything's all wrong now. Swords don't fit in my hand properly, they don't swing like I want them to. I'm useless like this."
"Hey, hey, don't talk like that." Sanji wrapped an arm around Zoro's shoulders, leaning in to put their heads together. "It's just a temporary setback. I'm sure you'll get used to the proportions being off, you've barely had any time at all to practice. And also, it'll be over before you know it. It should just last a couple of weeks, right?"
"About four weeks, according to what we were able to shake out of that bastard," Zoro sighed.
"See, barely any time at all. You'll go from a little sprout to a beanpole in no time." Sanji ignored Zoro's growl. "And you're not useless just because your fighting skills are incapacitated. We've talked about this." They had been working on self esteem together. Sanji had different issues than Zoro, but being in his own words "less emotionally constipated", he had also been working on them for longer and during the course of their relationship had talked a lot to Zoro about his worth outside of being a valuable fighter for the crew. He wasn't sure where he'd be mentally if not for Sanji. He snuggled further into his husband's side, trying to show his affection for him without words.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's just so annoying. Having to tilt my head up to look at you is weird."
"I quite like the sight of you tilting your head up, though. It's cute." Sanji leaned back, moving his hand from Zoro's shoulder to his chin, encouraging him to do just that. He felt blood rushing to his cheeks as Sanji met his gaze and smirked. His grip on Zoro's chin hardened. "You know, I just realized that there is a pro to this situation."
At Zoro's questioning look, Sanji leaned down to whisper into his ear, making him shudder at the feeling of his lips so close.
"You being much smaller means I'm suddenly a lot bigger." As he put extra emphasis on the last word, his hand wandered down to squeeze Zoro's ass. A moan slipped out of the swordsman.
"Fuck, Sanji, yes."
A thousand thoughts had raced through his head at Sanji's words. Sanji was bigger than him right now. Actually, physically bigger. Hell yeah. In all the time they had known each other, Zoro had always been the larger one of the two. Just slightly taller, but much wider. Not that the cook couldn't handle him, he was strong enough to lift Zoro one-handed if he wanted to - but Zoro had never gotten to experience being completely covered by him, completely engulfed in his safety and warmth. That was okay, really, it was, but now that he got a chance to experience that for real? No way in hell would he pass up on that.
He crashed his lips into Sanji's as the latter wrangled him up onto his lap. Zoro tangled his fingers into the cook's hair and tried to push himself as close as possible. Zoro felt his own quickly hardening cock rub against Sanji's abs as he was lifted slightly, up and down, the cook's hands kneading his ass all the while.
"It's much easier to grab now," Sanji murmured against his lips. Zoro tightened his grip on the blonde locks and tugged, making the other man moan.
"Oh yeah? Show me what more you can do, shitty cook." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Show me how much bigger than me you really are."
Sanji growled and started pulling at Zoro, making him turn around until his back was flush against Sanji's chest. And oh, wasn't that a feeling - his entire back warm, covered. He felt Sanji's breathing behind him as his robe was opened further, pale hands sliding in to fondle his chest.
"These are usually so big, mossy... I don't know if I should cry for the loss or be happy that I can finally hold your entire tits in my hands."
Zoro chuckled, grinding his hips pointedly down into Sanji's lap as the cook started playing with his nipples.
"You seem pretty happy to me, shitty cook... ngh..."
"I'm always happy when you're around, mossy," Sanji pushed back up against his husband, "can you feel it, hm? Can you feel how happy I am?"
As that hard length slid against him, he couldn't help but keen. He kept grinding downwards as he felt Sanji reach down to pull him out of his pants. His flushed cock had already started drooling. A soft curtain of blonde hair brushed against his cheek as Sanji leaned over his shoulder, peeking down at him, making him squirm at the feeling of exposure. The grip around his ribcage became tighter, holding him in place as the cook started jerking him off.
"Heh, you know, you're always so cute like this, but now, you're even cuter. Look, I barely even have to move my hand to be able to jerk you off properly. I can only imagine what you'd feel like on the inside." Sanji pushed his hips up faster and harder than before, forcing Zoro's spine to arch slightly as his chest was held still. A tongue licked up along his neck. "You always say you feel so full when I'm inside you. I wonder what you'd say now?"
"Ah, Sanji, I..." Zoro lost track of his sentence as the pleasure started mounting.
"Would it even fit? Would you even be able to take it? Huh?"
"Ngh, please, Sanji, please give it to me..." he begged, trying to reach behind himself to tug at Sanji's pants, but the blonde refused to budge.
"No. For now, I just want you to think about it," Sanji panted out, starting to get flustered from his own arousal. "I'm sure you could take it. Maybe not right away - we'd have to work at it, I'd have to finger you until you were crying for me, drooling and begging. When I'm finally able to push in, you'd still feel so good and tight, like no one had ever fucked you before. Imagine how deep I'd be able to reach. If I bend you in half and pound into you as far as I can, do you think you'd be able to see me from the outside? I think so. I think you'd be able to feel me right here." He grabbed one of Zoro's hands and moved it to the area below his belly button, pushing it into the skin. Zoro sobbed. It was so good, so very good.
"Yeah, fuck, I can... I wanna feel it..." His volume increased as he neared his peak. Sanji kept growling into his ear.
"I'll fuck you raw, Zoro, just you wait - I'm gonna give it to you so good, over and over, you'll get so used to being filled to the brink, soon enough you'll start begging for two cocks inside, you'll be such a good cockslut for me -"
Zoro screamed as he went over the edge, spilling over Sanji's hand and his own belly. As his muscles slowly relaxed, Sanji lifted his soiled hand to Zoro's mouth. He obediently started licking them off, eventually not able to resist sucking one into his mouth, moaning as he did. Sanji cursed.
"Fuck, Zoro, you're going to kill me one day..."
"Me?" the swordsman answered, disbelievingly. "You're the one who started talking about two cocks and shit, Jesus Christ." He felt Sanji bury his face into his shoulder and groan. Zoro lifted a hand and started petting the blond head soothingly.
"Uhm. Well. I might have gotten a little too into the dirty talk. Sorry, was it too much?"
"Nah, it was good. Just surprised me, 's all." He shifted his hips backwards slightly, the blonde groaning again. Zoro licked his lips as he felt the still hard cock beneath him. "Why don't you make all that talk a reality then, big boy?"
"Ugh, damn, I really, really want to, but seriously, I think I might actually hurt you. We shouldn't."
"What the fuck, all that and you're gonna back down? I can take it!"
"It'll just be a few weeks until you're back to normal. Until then, there's a lot of other shit we could do that would not risk hurting you. I want nothing more than to do that right now, but I have a feeling the captain's gonna starve if I don't start dinner this second - this wasn't really planned when I went up here."
"Right, I'd forgotten you just wanted to see if you were suddenly married to a kid or not."
"You shut your mouth, mossy."
Sanji kissed his cheek, then urged him to move. Zoro managed to pull him in for a few more kisses, but was unsuccessful in his attempts to get the cook properly into his pants as the loud voice of their hungry captain started echoing from below.
The blond disappeared from the crow's nest, yelling about impatient bastards who better not have broken into the pantry again. As he did, Zoro sat back, licking his lips once more. He definitely didn't want to wait four weeks to get fucked properly. The cook would definitely not be able to hold out that long either, especially not if properly... incentivized. He smirked as he pulled himself together and picked up his swords to start practicing again. He'd get used to the feeling of them in his hand eventually, and now he had something else but the frustration to think about.
He had plans to make.