Contains het, yuri, threesome, yadda yadda yadda


It's all a dream, Sanji was sure of that. Any second, the wonderful image before him will burst away and he'll find himself in the smelly cabin with all the other morons. Except it hasn't faded away yet. And the puddle of blood soaking his shoes feels very, very real.

He wonders how long it's been going on- because that would sure explain why Nami and Robin never showed any interest in his advances. Not flowers, or cooes of praise, or delicious gourmet snacks. Nothing ever worked. But this, this set things in a whole new perspective. And right then, Sanji felt like he was the luckiest guy in the world.

Robin's tongue was slowly traveling along Nami's bare upper body, her hands copying the swirling patterns. Nami's face was flushed and her hands were running along Robin's back, soft sighs escaping her lips. Their bodies were pressed together, pale against tan, moving in such perfect synchronization that Sanji suspects it's been going on for a long time. As he watched in awe, jaw slack, one of Robin's hands mischeviously slid up Nami's leg and disappeared under her skirt.

Sanji was sure he was going to topple any second.

Robin slowly smoothed up and shared a brief, fleeting kiss with Nami before turning her head and pressing her cheek against hers. Both their eyes simultaneously turned to Sanji, boring into him. Sanji gulped and brought up a hand, pinching his nose to prevent losing any more blood. He was sure his face was deathly pale, what with the spreading puddle beneath him.

It all happened so quickly- the next second, Sanji found himself at the mercy of a dozen phantom hands, tearing his clothes away and pushing him to the two girls. He whimpered, trying to stop trembling so hard. Nami reached up and grabbed his arm, eyes glinting. Then she yanked him down onto the bed.

It was a miracle Sanji didn't pass out.

He couldn't remember when the last of their clothes disappeared. All he was aware was that his limbs were becoming hopelessly entangled with Nami and Robins'- and it felt absolutely delicious. Hands ran across his body, running dangerously close to his lower regions. Sanji imagined that Robin was teasing him, but all thoughts vanished when Nami cupped his face and kissed him. It was all he could do from falling unconscious as he relished the feel of Nami taking control of the kiss and moving her tongue into his slack mouth.

Robin was kissing and nipping at Sanji's neck, causing the man to moan into Nami's mouth. Damn, Robin was good. Just as he was about to turn to kiss Robin, Sanji felt her move down, her hands running down his sides. He was barely able to hold back a small yelp as Robin took hold of his cock and began stroking it as she continued to kiss the small of his back. Meanwhile, Nami had seemed to tire of Sanji's lips and opted to move lower to nuzzle his chest and abs, her arms reaching around to pull Robin in closer. Sanji was hyperventilating by then, dimly aware of his own hands running along soft skin and rubbing hard nipples- he couldn't tell who it was- and all their legs twisting together into one big tangle.

Sanji let out a guttural cry as he released into Robin's hand. He panted and his entire body fell limp, allowing Nami and Robin to take control.

If this is a dream, it's a shitty good one, Sanji thought subconsciously as he was flipped over on his back by Robin and his arms were tied to the posts above him. There was a giggle and someone (it was most likely Nami, but he couldn't be too sure) tied a blindfold around Sanji's eyes. His legs were spread apart and he was straddled. Sanji listened eagerly as Nami and Robin kissed with soft moans before they turned their attention back to Sanji's restrained body.

"Mellorine~"