ONE PIECE
TITLE: CAPTAIN ON BED.
AUTHOR: mrredrum.
PAIRING: ZoroxSanji
WARNING: PG-14 or NC-17 maybe.
NOTES: None. Except my many thanks again for kakairupowns for the beta. Thank you.
"Come on, read it for me..." Sanji leaned closer to the chest of the green-headed Swordsman, who meanwhile got his own hands already on both sides of the Cook's naked hips. Zoro growled in impatience, hating having to pause his actions.
"What?, now?" He sighed, desperate over his aching lust.
"Yes, NOW… or you're getting none, marimo," Sanji insisted. His tone indicates that he's in a very serious state.
"Damn you Cook. I'm not going to do lame stuff like that, just so I can fuck you!. I refuse to do that," Zoro snapped back. He really doesn't want to be empowered by anyone. He's the fierce Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro, for God sake! (Although he doesn't actually believe in God).
Knowing that the Swordsman is playing rather stubborn here, Sanji only loosened his hips from the other man's hands, and started to pull up his pants again. Zoro's brow twitched.
"Alright, alright, I'll do it…" He said at last. The Cook only smirked. The bastard, he's just so predictable sometimes, he thinks. He loosened his pants again, Zoro's hand pulling him close. Then the Swordsman's tone became slightly deeper.
"O, Captain, My Captain…your gold hair just like the sun itself, shinning through my miserables life, O, Captain, My Captain…your blue eyes just like the deep ocean itself, inviting me to dive…" Zoro's baritone voice started his poetry as his hands started to dig beneath the Cook's blue-shirt.
Damned dartboard-brow Cook with his high-class romanticism during sex. Everything had to be sophisticated with him, just like an art. And now suddenly he made a new rule that said Zoro had to read this fucking poetry that the Cook actually made himself every time they had sex. It's not like the one-cell brained Swordsman was capable of making any good poetry, he said. And he said again that this new rule at least, WILL light up his romantic life while he's stuck with Zoro. That damned Cook, how daring he is. Always getting under his skin. He reminded himself to never get empowered by the blonde Cook again, in the future. Ever.
But then again, as he starts to pound inside the Cook, oblivious to everything around him, and only feeling the Cook's warmth, he knew deep down his heart, that Luffy might be his captain on board, but Sanji was definitely his captain in bed. Not that he would ever admit that, anyway.