Fuck.

He didn't expect a simple kiss to throw him like this. Zoro is in a daze, his mind is buzzing and his body tingling. Something inside him is raging, ready to let loose.

He stretches his fingers that were grasping too hard on the rails and it brings him pain. He wants to feel more of it as it momentarily lets him forget about those cherry lips that were on him. Those lips were hot, pressed too lightly as if teasing and testing his limits. Then the invitation to kiss deeper was presented but not for him to lead or take, but only for him to gently tread.

Right now he feels like a child and it irks him. He's not the type to lose control nor is he the type to want and beg for attention, in fact he doesn't mind waiting for this blond to get his mind together because in the end he's confident that he'll have him. That Sanji is solely his. But the cook - which he actually thought was a waiter - must stop being stupid and stop going around in circles.

True, that for Zoro, obeying his own soul is as easy as breathing. Be it on judging people or measly school brawls, his soul is in tuned with him that he accepts whatever the tiger inside him says. And now, his soul, his being, Zoro undeniably wants Sanji. The delectable aroma of Sanji taunts Zoro to take him and even the tiniest of Sanji's exposed skin burns against him in mutual attraction.

Zoro craves Sanji in ways he might never understand. He has smelt people in heat but none drove him crazy like this canine. Sanji's scent insistently calls him and Zoro always answers like a slave to a master. Sanji wants to be sated, he wants to be touched but as soon as Zoro gets closed, he's pushed back, pulled away by none other than Sanji himself. And this is what Zoro hates.

Zoro lets out a puff of breath. 'Try' was what the cook said. Try for how long? There should be a time limit for this because his own endurance is already slipping. We wants to rut against Sanji. To find his sweetest spot and make him tremble in unrestrained pleasure. Make him realize there are things only Zoro can give to him, that Zoro can touch him in ways that no one can.

He wants to touch more.

Zoro takes a couple of deep breaths before leaving the balcony. On his short way towards the living room, he fixes his eyes on Sanji's back as he sees him moving around the kitchen. With silent pads of his feet, Zoro goes to the small dining table and pulls a chair, jolting Sanji at the sudden noise.

Their eyes meet and Zoro catches the questioning look Sanji gives him before the blond turns back to what he is currently doing. Zoro on the other hand, doesn't spare him. His green eyes trailing every fluid movement Sanji makes, scrutinizing each of the canine's wave of hands, even his very stance.

After a few more sizzles and finally the clacking of plates, Sanji goes to the table where Zoro is and presents a plateful of food, and with it comes a begrudging comment, "Be grateful, you green freeloader."

Sanji prepares the table before sitting across him. As soon as everything is settled, he starts digging in. The dish is a fairly simple fried rice but the way it taste is different. It tastes good, not that he'll tell the cook. Distracted by the good food, Zoro finally noticed that the blond is not eating.

With a muffled voice, Zoro asks, "Why are you not eating?"

Sanji lets out a short laugh, "Don't talk when your mouth is full idiot. I'm not hungry that's all."

Zoro accepts the simple reason and goes back to munching. And then realizes Sanji is the one watching him now. Zoro perks his head at Sanji's blatant staring.

Sanji licks his lips, a substitute mannerism without a cigarette between his lips, as soon as Zoro gives him a look. "Hey, I think we need to talk."

The green-haired raises an eyebrow at the sudden seriousness coming out of the cook, and with it he replies in jumbled words as he tries to chew and speak at the same time.

"Stop acting like a kid and finish what you're eating first!" Sanji blurts out not yet decided if he should be angry at the manners of this guy for food or be flattered for his obvious enjoyment at his cooking.

Zoro ignores his lecture and goes back to finishing his meal. A few more clacks of spoon and fork against the plate, and gulps of water and a loud burp, he finishes everything. "I think we really do need to talk," Zoro says to bring out the topic again.

"Oh?" Sanji reacts with a mocking face, "I never knew moss balls think."

"You really fucking get on my nerve," Zoro tries to kill the bubbling irritation rising to him, "curly brow."

Zoro gets a kick on the leg from under the table. And no, he doesn't scream, he hisses. "T'heck!? Are you a kid!?"

Sanji dismisses Zoro with a chortle. "So, about our current standing, what is it exactly?"

"What do you mean?"

"We're not actually dating yet, are we?"

Hmmm. Dating.

On Zoro's part, it's actually such a weird word. It just means more responsibility and unnecessary attachment. But does the cook want something like that? If that's what it's about then, "Your call."

"Then I guess not. Let's just set boundaries to whatever this is."

"Boundaries?" Zoro furrows his eyebrows. "What the hell is up with that?"

"It's the natural course of things, you barbarian. It's just I don't trust you yet." The green-haired rolls his eyes at Sanji's reasons, making him remember how unusual he is against madararui standards.

"Like number one!" Sanji crosses his legs and arms, bringing out an authoritative tone, "Don't just jumped me whenever you want. It's annoying and, you ever heard of personal space? Two! Use your sorry excuse of a brain, don't do whatever you want."

"Fine." Zoro immediately agrees which surprised Sanji at first, "But give me ten minutes a day to do whatever I want with you."

What? Ten minutes? Ten whole fucking minutes. No. Just no. This guy is unscrupulous. His proximity and his touches are dangerous! And to give him even that much ten-minute leverage is too much to ask for. Sanji knows, because Zoro's hands against him were warm. Hot, even, enough to make him feel and throw every rule he has in him. And it irks him just thinking about it.

"Did you not understand what I said?" Sanji says, voice much louder, "Lemme summarize it for you: Don't do whatever you want, whenever you want with me."

"Then what the hell do you want me to do?"

Sanji thinks at that. Truthfully, he doesn't know either. "I dunno, maybe start with talking about yourself? That's what girls usually do."

"Well, guess what, I'm not a girl and I've got nothing to talk about."

This is really not a normal thing. Starting at the fact that they're both guys and adding in the madararui world, the approach in their current circumstance is something he doesn't know.

"All I'm telling you is I don't approve of things like our first meeting." Zoro gives him a raised eyebrow, not quite getting what he is trying to say. "I'm not a pervert like you and I hate things like bed partners and sex friends."

Zoro lets Sanji's words sink into him. He's had one of those, or should he say, he still has some bed partners. When was his last time? Two weeks ago? Maybe that's the reason he's sexually frustrated right now. He should call someone soon. Zoro then gets disrupted with his thoughts as Sanji speaks, "You better not be bounded to someone like a girlfriend or else let's just call this off."

"What, you want me all to yourself?"

Sanji turns red at that. "Stop putting words into my mouth, you shitty loser. I just don't like unnecessary trouble. Anyway," Sanji taps the table with his finger, "wash the dishes, get off my flat and I'm retiring for the night." He says as he dismisses himself.

"Can't. I'm staying here tonight." Sanji turns around at Zoro in disbelief, "It's late, and I wanna sleep for awhile."

"None of my business if you're sleepy or whatever;" Sanji retorts, "I want you out of the door, when I finish my shower."


It takes a short couple of minutes for Sanji to finish taking a hot bath. He's changed to his more comfortable and warm clothes. With a towel hanging on his shoulder, he wipes the remainder of the water stuck on his short hair as he walks towards the living room to check for another's presence.

And there he finds it. That white tiger, once again sprawled on his couch as if he owns it. He plans to kick him actually. Kick him till he wakes up and gets out of his door, but Sanji is tired (or so he tells himself) and doesn't have the strength to fuss over something so simple. He goes to the kitchen to check the state of his beloved kitchen. Upon seeing how tidy it is, he's satisfied and closes all the lights before going back to his room. He doesn't acknowledge, what he did next but, he grabs a blanket from his cabinet and throws it at the sofa because he felt like it.


Sanji is sweating. His throat is dry and heat is clawing up his skin. He knows this, felt this before. Why now? Why again? A puff of breath escapes his lips, sounding like a whine. Annoyed at his current state, Sanji bites his lips, untucks himself from the blanket and abruptly sits up. He has a fucking rage on! There's a tent on his pajamas and he wants it gone.

"Fuck," he curses as he pulls down his pants, freeing his obvious aching member.

He's already slick which doesn't surprise him. He runs a short palming of his cock, and he hisses. Sanji is sensitive to his own hot skin. He needs to release this, get the hotness out his body.

He shudders a little when he presses on the head of his cock, before pumping himself from the base again. A couple more strokes and finally, he cums.

Catching his breath, he slumps back to his bed. Annoyingly, he feels himself getting hard again. He runs his cum-stained hands back to his cock, and he sees the pre-cum building up again. He inwardly curses at the pathetic state he's in. Planning to relieve himself some more, Sanji jolts as angry knocks bump on his door.

"Get out." A low voice commands him from the other side.

Sanji totally forgot about his unexpected visitor.

"Shuddup," Sanji retorts, body getting more excited upon hearing that familiar voice, "I'm sleeping!"

Sanji hears a short chuckle, "Then I'll wake you up since you're sleep talking." the door knob shakes left to right, trying to let the person in but unsuccessful. "You're stroking yourself, aren't you?"

"No!" Sanji immediately retorts. He is feeling weird - well, weirder. He could hear the thumping of his heart, ringing loudly in his ears. He feels sluggish and he wants something, warmer, not his own touches, but others. His touch.

"I can smell you even through this door." Zoro says, voice low as if a beast growling, "I can almost taste you."

A small whine escapes Sanji's lips and he inwardly curses himself at that. "Shut up!" He barks.

"I know heats are annoying so open the goddamned door and let me relieve you." Zoro's voice is low and husky, sending a short shudder throughout his body.

Silence engulfs Sanji, well, except for the pounding of his heart drumming loudly in his ears. He refuses to submit to being like this, pride not allowing him. But contrary to that, a wave of painful arousal hits him. His cock hard and hot, strained from not cumming. So he again does the most logical thing to do: bring his hands on his dick to pump himself dry. This time though, he's messy with pre-cum and splotches of his white cum he didn't bother to wipe. It's over a few moments he started it. And Sanji slumps back to his bed with ragged breathing.

It's not enough. It's not enough.

There's a voice in Sanji's head telling him to do things he never considered. It connivingly tempts him to open the door. It wants Zoro inside the room, to touch him. To maybe help him by running the firm calloused hand over Sanji's dick or maybe not just his hands. It could be his mouth, caressing Sanji's white skin, tickling him into pleasure, alternating between nips and bites, to teases and tickles. Zoro could do those to him. And maybe then, it would finally be enough.

Sanji snaps out of his reverie as he hears his door click open. He wonders who opened it, only to see his own hand clutching on the knob. Before he even had the time to think about what he did, a pair of arms reaches out to him. They latch onto him as if having every rights. No more surprise for Sanji as he already knows the owner of that one arm circling around his waist along with that one hand holding his jaw.

With little time left but to only gasp, Sanji's lips are covered with another pair. He's being pushed back as his mouth is assaulted by a rough kiss and a wet muscle tasting his insides. Sanji is dragged towards his bed, and with a harsh shove, he plops back on his bed. Their kiss breaks. Sanji wants to reprimand his actions but gets lost as he gulps seeing Zoro immediately towering above him, a flash of the white tiger hovering.

Zoro is staring directly at him, dilated eyes clouded with lust. Sanji tries to command his body to move the green-haired above him but Zoro's heavy breathing and that sinful tongue that glides on his lips to wet it distract him. Both madararuis are frozen in place, unsure of the next move to make.

"What do you want?" Zoro says sounding more like a guttural sound.

Sanji opens his mouth to speak. He wants Zoro to get out of his room, out of his apartment. And he would be more grateful if this heat would just go away. A kick to the Zoro's stomach for all of the indecencies he's done seems like a good idea as well. But none of it comes out as he briefly replies in a soft voice, "Ten minutes."

He catches Zoro's eyes narrowing in question, so he adds, "Ten minutes. Make me cum."

Sanji is expecting a smug remark from Zoro but it's replaced by Zoro hurriedly closing the distance between them. His lips once again finds Sanji's and his hands roam around to peel off Sanji's clothes.

Ten minutes was what Sanji said, but truthfully, he doesn't keep track. The moment Zoro's tongue wandered on Sanji's exposed nipple, the blonde stops looking at the clock hanging on his wall. The room gets filled with their ragged breathing and the not so occasional sucks. The heady scent coming off Zoro goes straight to his groin, and hearing the sound of a zipper going down, Sanji sees Zoro's cock jutting out, thick and stiff. Zoro then goes to grasp his and Sanji's member together.

Sanji eyes widen at the contact. A kiss and bite then catch his neck as Zoro thrusts himself to Sanji's equally hard cock. Soon, Zoro's movement goes erratic, their dicks furiously rubbing against each other. Zoro momentarily stops, earning an undignified whine from Sanji, to pull Sanji's hands to hold their arousal and Zoro then speaks, "I swear when I get inside you…" Zoro thrusts his hips, "ten minutes… nor an hour," Their wet cocks rub and knead each other with Sanji involuntarily jerks to meet up with Zoro's thrust, "not even a whole day would be enough to ravage you senseless."

Incoherent deep moans go out their throat, the two of them on the verge of cumming. An image after image fills Sanji's head: Zoro plunging himself into him, reaching something deep inside him; seeing Zoro relentlessly pleasuring him with those powerful hips.

Sanji tries to push back the whimper that threatens to come out as he's nearing the edge. Not believing himself to do it and with his hands busy, he calls out Zoro's name. Zoro once again connects their lips. Sanji breaks it off as he seizes a hard bite on Zoro's neck, and with one final thrust along with Sanji's hands tightening around their cocks, white strings of pleasure shoot and cover both their torso.

A curse and a click of tongue reach Sanji's ears. He doesn't pay too much attention though as his eyes suddenly became heavy. He sees a blur of green, then white and the rustling of sheets as his body is being covered by blanket.

And for some strange reason, the blanket turns heavier than he remembers, effectively trapping his body, and then it exudes warmth which finally lulls him back to sleep.


Ha-Happy holidays? *runs awaaaaaaaaaaay*

Yashirin 2014.12.13