A/N: I feel like this is gonna take quite a bit of explanation. If anyone read my fic "Coming Together", you'll probably understand a lot better. I want to explore the mutual trust and intimacy that the Straw Hats have in each other. I also want to write a lot of gratuitous porn. This fic is going to involve both.

My tags for this are no joke. I'm going to involve a multitude of pairings, I'm going to write group sex and orgies. There's going to be threesomes. It's going to be a lot of sex, probably a lot of confusion, and hopefully a lot of fun. I'm going to experiment, let loose, and go nuts with this.
It starts simple, it'll get more complicated. I hope you guys will find some enjoyment in it.

The first chapter is Nami/Sanji. It involves pegging, and Nami really does top Sanji. I'll list the pairings involved in each chapter in the chapter title. If it's a group, I'll say so and say which characters are involved.

The story title comes courtesy of Kumiko's suggestion. A huge thank you to her.

Please review. I'm always willing and more than happy to hear your thoughts and suggestions. :)

"Sanji-kun."

Her voice sounds like spun silk dipped in honey. Soft and sweet, and he swallows, his throat suddenly too thick and he finds it hard to breath.

"N-Nami-swan," he manages to mutter. His voice lacks its usual resolve, because he's uncertain. He's not sure what he signed up for here. When Nami batted her eyes and offered to share a room at the inn with him, his heart had soared. Her intentions had been so obvious, or so he'd thought, and there was no way he would let that kind of opportunity pass.

He isn't sure how it happens. When she blindfolds him, he doesn't question it, though he laments not being able to see her body as he hears her shuffling out of her clothes, just before she pulls him out of his. She tells him to lie back against the bed and he does so without question. She's put herself in charge, and he's content to let her lead if it means he gets to spend one night with her. He can't imagine a better heaven than this.

One of her hands takes his, their fingers lacing together like they were made for each other. Her hand is so small compared to his, and her skin his so soft. He squeezes her fingers gently, and his heart trips a beat in his chest. He can't believe this is happening, but her hand in his feels so real he knows he's not dreaming.

Her hand in his guides his arm up and to the left, spreading it across the soft cotton sheets of the rented bed. He feels something soft, like a silk pillow, encircling his wrist. It's a strange sensation, and he can't make out what it means. He hears a faint click and his hand twitches instinctively, but it can't get far, and after a gentle testing tug, he confirms his suspicion. His arm is tied down.

"Nami-swan?" he calls for her with alarm. His heart pounds in his chest, and he worries for her. Did something happen to encourage this strange behavior?

"Shh," she shushes him gently. The hand that had been tangled in his a moment ago slides down his arm, making goosebumps rise on his skin. Her fingers find his lips and press against them, gently sealing off his concern.

"Don't you trust me, Sanji-kun?" her lips brush against the shell of his ear and he shudders. He can smell the sweet, citrusy smell of her favorite perfume, a fragrance that is undeniably Nami.

"Of course I do, my sweet," he replies.

She giggles into his ear, the sound making his breath catch in his throat.

"Tonight might be something different for you, Sanji-kun," she says. "But I hope you'll trust me. I promise I'll make you feel good."

She sucks his ear between her lips and gently nibbles on the delicate flesh. It's as if the action is a promise, and Sanji can't help but groan in reply. Of course his angel will take care of him, he has no concern about that.

Her fingers lace into those of his free hand, and again she pulls it out into the sheets and locks it tight into gentle padded silk. He can't help but to feel a soaring sense of love and appreciation for her when he feels the soft fabric brushing against his wrist, because he knows she probably splurged a little more to ensure his hands would be safe.

Again her palms slide down his arms, and then he can feel her body shift. Her warmth leaves him, and he almost whines for its return. For a moment that seems to stretch out for too long, his body growing cold without her near, but then he feels her hands around his ankle. She gently tugs his leg to where he wants it and again the sensation of soft, padded silk brushes against the skin of his ankle.

When his ankle is secure, spread across the bed and bound the same way as his wrists, her fingers play across the soles of his feet, gently pressing and squeezing, following the curve of his arch and splaying between his toes. He really does moan at that, a long, drawn sound. His feet aren't used to so much care, but he can't say he doesn't appreciate it.

She repeats her actions and care with his other foot, and again a satisfied moan escapes him. When she'd satisfied with the work she's done, she leaves him again. His feet feel pleasantly light and tingly, relaxed from the massage, and he wiggles his toes experimentally before sighing with pleasure.

The absence of his love stretches on much longer this time, and her starts to worry. Being deprived of his eyesight makes him uneasy, but he tries to strain his ears to locate her in the room. He thinks he can hear a faint sound in one corner, but it's so quiet he can't be sure it's not something he's imagining.

"Nami-swan?" he calls out, just to be sure.

"Just a second," she responds. Her voice sounds slightly off, like she's struggling with something.

"Are you okay, my love?" he asked. As much as he wants to enjoy himself tonight, he worries for her wellbeing more.

"I'm fine," she replies, that same strain in her voice. Then he hears her sigh. "Sorry, I'm coming."

The bed depresses to his left and her body brushes against him. He shivers, his body jerking with the realization that he can feel her bare skin against his. The woman of his dreams is lying naked beside him on the bed, and he wants nothing more but to see her, to touch her, the way he's always dreamed of. He tugs uselessly against his bonds and sighs in frustration and disappointment.

"Ah-ah, Sanji-kun," Nami hums beside him. Her hands press against his chest and one of her legs swings over and comes down on his other side, so that she straddles him. He can feel the heat of her body just inches above him. If he twisted his hips up he would probably find himself brushing against her. He doesn't because that would be impolite, and because he's decided to let her be in charge this time. Instead, he waits as patiently as he can for her to make her next move.

Something heavy and cold settles on his stomach, and his muscles tense and jerk, trying to twitch away from the offensive chill. He tries to picture what it might be, but the object is so foreign and unfamiliar, there is no mental image he can compare it to.

Nami's lips press against the column of his throat a moment later, however, and he forgets all about the object pressing against his stomach. He tips his head back, welcoming her to as much of his skin as she feels like. She kisses her way up his throat, her lips sucking gently with every press, leaving behind a trail of sensitive reddish skin. Her lips leave his throat and press against the corner of his mouth. He's quick to twist his head around and meet them with his own. She kisses him earnestly, her tongue slipping against his as their kiss grows deeper. He groans appreciatively. He might be dreaming, because the taste of Nami on his tongue is almost too much for him. It's too good to be true, but he can feel her tongue tripping gracefully along his own and he has never felt so alive.

Her body presses down on him, and he can feel the weight of her breasts pressing temptingly against his chest. He wants to touch them, and forgetting himself, he tries to reach for her. The binding at his wrist catches him, stopping his movements. He struggles against it uselessly for a moment, listening to the sound of rope straining, but it holds him fast and he lets his arm fall uselessly to the bed once more.

He settles for arching up into her instead, his body molding into hers. He can feel the warmth of her breasts, and his length finds its place in the tempting line of her ass.

"Nami…" he moans appreciatively.

She sighs, a soft reflection of his own pleased sound, and pulls her lips from his. She trails her lips down to his neck and back up to his ear, capturing it between her teeth. It's the opposite of the one she did this to before, but the tingle of pleasure her ministrations left behind echoes the new waves of pleasure he receives now. He groans, letting her know just how much he appreciates her attention.

She moves from his ear, her lips moving instead down his neck and across his chest. He can feel her body drag down his as he moves, and he is lost in the feeling of her bare skin, the pert nipples sliding down his abs as her teeth find one of his. He arches his back and hisses. He's not sure he enjoys that bit of pain as much as he should, but he wouldn't dare tell her to stop. She seems to understand, however, and instead of her teeth she uses her tongue to flick the tightening bud. That has him moaning again and he can feel her lips as she smiles against him before moving to give the same attention to the other one.

Her lips work down his abs, following the dips and swells of his muscles. Her tongue stops to lap at his navel and he forgets to breathe. He struggles to remember how, his breaths coming in halting and strained pants.

"Sanji."

He feels her hot breath against the tightened skin of his cock and he whimpers. He's been hard for her since she suggested they share a room tonight, and his arousal, his need for her, had only been growing since. He wants her to touch him so badly it hurts, and he has to fight himself not to rock his hips up toward her lips.

"Nami," he manages to breathe out. Begging seems so uncouth, but she has to know what she's doing to him. He's wanted her from the moment he saw her in his restaurant, and his love and admiration for her has only grown since then. She's everything he could ever want, and he's always strived to make that fact known to her. He loves her, he's sure of it, and he wants her.

"Nami, please…"

He can feel her lips press a kiss against the underside of his cock and he can't help but buck his hips.

"Sanji-kun."

For a moment he thinks he'll be chastised, but her voice is a soft purr, and she doesn't sound upset.

"I'm going to prepare you now," she says. Her lips brush against his sensitive and needy length and his eyes roll in his head. He tries to concentrate on her words, but he has a hard time focusing.

"It might feel strange at first," she continues, "but I promise I'll make you feel good."

"Yes, Nami-san."

Her lips encircle his cock, and he can feel the warmth of her mouth sliding down over him. He groans, both in satisfaction and in demand of more. Because he's so grateful she's finally giving him what he needs, but his need for her grows even as she delivers.

He hears a soft pop and a kind of wet sound, but the strange noises are filed away in his lust-filled mind. He can only process the feel of her tongue dragging across his cock now, and the pressure as she sucks him off.

"Oh, god, Nami," he moans.

Something warm and wet caresses against his hole, and his mind thinks it must be Nami's tongue. He's too far gone to process that Nami's tongue is still dragging intricate patterns along the underside of his cock, and therefore can't possibly be teasing his hole as well. The sensation is strange, nothing he's ever experienced before, but he finds himself enjoying it regardless. Enough so that he lets his body relax, and lets his hips roll a little into the sensation.

The warm, wet, foreign object presses against him, and with a soft kind of pop, it slips inside of him.

Every red alert in his mind goes off at once, putting an instant end to the trance of pleasure he was trapped in. He flails, hands and feet straining against their restraints, his hips bucking and twisting in an attempt to dislodge the foreign object.

"Sanji-kun!" He can hear Nami call through his waves of red-tinted panic.

"Nami-san! What's… I…"

"Sanji-kun, calm down!"

One of her hands rubs gentle, soothing circles into his inner thigh, and he takes her cue to slow down, to stop moving and resisting. His panic subsides, only a little, though his uncertainty doesn't leave him. He can still feel the foreign object in his hole, now burning from his panicked struggle.

Nami shushes him and continues to sooth his thigh until his breathing levels back out to something resembling normal.

"It's okay," Nami hums softly. "I told you, I'm preparing you."

"Preparing me for what?!" he snaps, though he immediately regrets taking such a tone with Nami.

"You'll see," Nami said softly. Her one hand leaves his thigh and reaches for his cock. He's softened a little from his panic, but with a few teasingly gentle strokes she works him back up into a state of arousal.

"Relax, Sanji-kun," she says, "just relax, feel my hand." She squeezes his cock for emphasis and he gasps. "And relax."

He does as she says. He turns his attention to the hand working over his cock, paying special attention to the feel of every one of her fingers as they glide gently up and down his length. Her thumb slides over his tip, teasing his slit, before sliding back down and brushing against the base of his head.

Her fingers work him back up to desperate in no time, and he moans again when her lips pass over his tip to join her hand. She sucks him eagerly, and his pleasure soars, his breath catching in his throat when her tongue resumes its playful dance.

The foreign object from before –Nami's finger he realizes – slides deeper into him. It's still intrusive and uncomfortable, but now that he's expecting it he doesn't find the sensation nearly as unpleasant. In fact, as it slides deeper in, he finds himself allowing his attention to shift towards the object in his ass more and more. It pushes in deep, and he groans a little at the intriguing feeling before it pulls itself back out. A few more passes like that, in and out of him, and then another object works its way inside of him beside the first. Another finger.

His hips jerk just a little. There's a slight burn and a strange pull at first, but then that too gives way to the same interesting, almost pleasurable feeling as before. His hips roll a little, welcoming Nami's fingers deeper inside of him. Another pause, and a third finger stretches into him. This time he welcomes the burn and the pull, and groans as the three fingers thrust deep inside of him.

It feels so wrong. This isn't now how sex is supposed to be, he's sure of that, but he can't help but to enjoy himself. Especially when Nami curls her fingers just slightly and something inside of him threatens to erupt. It's the most intense wave of pleasure he's ever experienced, and he almost comes from it. But Nami's fingers retreat just before he can. He moans at the loss as the free themselves from his insides.

For a moment Nami's hands leave him altogether again. His chest heaves and his body is tensed, waiting for the return of her touch. There's another soft pop and a wet sound, and then one of Nami's hands places itself on his thigh, and something blunt and hard presses against his opening. It's slicked with lube but cold, and he winces a little.

"Are you ready for me, Sanji?" Nami asks.

"Yes," he hisses.

He feels the blunt object force its way into him. It's a little bigger than her fingers, and the same stretch and pull burns its way through him as whatever it is slides in. He hisses, in both pain and pleasure, and Nami's hand rubs soothingly at is thigh again, reminding him to relax. He does, allowing the object to slide further into him. It's long, whatever it is, and he can feel it filling him.

"You're going to make me so happy, Sanji-kun," Nami purrs. "I've always wanted to do this."

The object retreats a little, leaving Sanji feeling deflated and empty for a moment before it slides in again, deeper this time. Sanji cries out, the feeling almost too much.

"I've always, always wanted to try this," Nami says again. "I even bought myself the strap on, but no one wanted to let me try."

Nami sighs and the object, the strap on, retreats from Sanji's body again.

"But you'll let me try, Sanji-kun," Nami says. "And that's what I love about you."

She punctuates her statement with a hard thrust of her hips, driving the plastic cock deep into Sanji's body. Sanji cries out again as the flexible plastic hits him in all the right places. He wants to open his mouth, to say something to her, to tell her he loves her too, more than words can describe, but his words fail him as she begins to fuck him in earnest. Her hips rut against him fast and hard, driving her fake appendage deeper into him. Instead of words, punctuated moans escape him, growing in volume when she twists her hips and finds that same magical place as before, making his body go rigid as she rides into it.

Just when Sanji is sure he can't take any more, Nami actually turns her little toy on, and then he's sure he's not going to survive this encounter.

The toy hums to life, a fast, hard vibration rippling through Sanji's insides. Nami moans as well as the toy's vibrations play against her own sensitive areas. Her moans come in quiet whimpers, sounds that rip through Sanji's core as effectively as the toy inside of him.

Nami's hips continue to thrust into his, but now Sanji can no longer hold himself back, and he meets every thrust of her hips with his own, grinding his hips into her. The first time he does this, Nami cries out and her body collapses against his. With every roll of his hips, he grinds the toy back into her, and the vibrations make her bones turn to Jell-O.

Nami pushes herself up again, her hands bracing against his chest as her hips begin to roll and thrust in earnest. Her cries grow louder and less contained with every thrust, and Sanji can feel himself coming undone in the combination of both her ecstasy and his own. He feels himself melting, the vibrations of her toy cock rocketing pleasure into him so thoroughly that his legs begin to tingle.

"Oh god, Sanji," Nami groans. She collapses against him again, but this time does nothing to try to pick herself back up. He's treated to the full sensation of her body as it rocks and trembles against his own.

"Oh god," she moans, her voice almost breaking. "Oh god."

Nami…san…" he pants out between thrusts. The pressure in his body has built to an almost painful level, but release evades him. He needs her to touch him; he needs to feel her on him, inside of him, everywhere. He needs her hand on his cock, something on his cock, or he's going to go insane from it.

"Nami-san…. Oh… please."

Her cries grow in volume, and her hips begin to lose their rhythm. He can smell the musty aroma of her arousal, and he wants her to reach her end. He wants her to tip over the edge and come screaming his name, but he wants to go there with her. He wants to come. He wants to come so bad.

Her hand finds his cock just as her hips begin to stutter, their thrusting devolving to little more than jerking and twitching. She takes him in her hand and jerks him in tight, uneven thrusts, but coupled with the pounding and vibration of the toy inside of his body, it's more than enough.

"Fuck!" he cries, his lips catching on the "F" sound and dragging it out until the toy catches that sensitive spot and forces his orgasm from him like an erupting volcano. He cries out her name, shooting hot streams of come in thick loads across her hand and his own chest.

He sees white, he feels nothing, and he swears his heart stops, but then reality and sensation slam into him again and he feels the waves of pleasure subsiding. Above him he can feel Nami's body tremble, shake, as she screams out an unintelligible succession of words, one of which he's sure is his name. Her body spasms, and then she collapses against him a twitching, breathless heap.

One of her hands reached down between them and the vibration stops. Nami breaths a heavy sigh of relief when it does, though it still takes her a moment to recover. Sanji doesn't mind. He relishes in the press of her body against his. Her cheek rests against his chest, and he wishes his arms were free so that he could hold her in the afterglow of their mutual orgasm.

After a few minutes, Nami pushes herself up. The toy pops out of Sanji, making him twitch at the unexpected feeling in his sensitive body. He can hear a faint sound, something he cannot identify, and then the sound of something heavy dropping to the ground beside the best. He turns his head in her direction, wishing he could see her from around the thick darkness of his blindfold.

He feels her hands at his wrist, and with a soft click the appendage is released from its confinement. He rolls it around experimentally, but the soft binding left no lasting damage. He waits patiently for her to release his other arm and then his feet. When she's finished she pulls the blindfold from his eyes. He can see her now. Her short red hair is matted to her sweaty face in places, and her skin glistens in the faint light of the hotel room. Her chest heaves with every breath, and she stares down at him with a soft smile.

"Thank you, Sanji-kun," she says, her voice so sincere it makes his chest ache.

He reaches for her, and she happily climbs onto the bed beside him. He folds her into his arms. Although the room is warm and both of them are covered in sweat and other fluids, he can't bring himself to move. A kind of weariness fills body, seeping into his muscles and making his limbs heavy.

"I love you, Nami-swan," he confesses softly.

He presses a gentle kiss to her hair.

He doesn't stay awake long enough to hear if she replies in kind or not.