AN: Warning! Lemon! The rest of you; enjoy your dessert. ^c^
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Telling a Story
~: Chapter Nine:~
Nightmares: Never know to be Awake.
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He licked the heart and took a bite.
It was fresh, it was beating.
The Demon smiled and ate it raw.
"I got your heart," he said with a wicked smile.
He kissed the heart and picked it up. "I'll be keeping this," he said and went off.
Traces of his steps in the sand slowly were washed away by the tides.
You stared after the Angel, until your eyes closed and your soul died.
At least your stolen heart would be safe.
Or would it?
Give me back my Heart!
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He kept staring at his bloodied hand as he sat on a rock, far away from the cave. This hand, carved with long scratches from the blonds' nails… this hand had almost killed one of his friends! Why had that word touched him so much? Because people often had said that he laid with every woman in each town? Because someone once had called him dirty, even though it wasn't true? Zoro was a virgin, though he didn't want to make a commercial about it, he didn't want people to say such things about him. He was one who would wait for 'the right' to come. That was just how he was. He hated when people called him that, a… a whore! But Sanji didn't know, he didn't know that that word was forbidden because he was… what, a virgin? Proud of it? He didn't really know… he didn't know a shit right now…!
He growled loudly and smashed that hand right down in the rock so the flesh tore and more blood trickled down from his wound. Then why? Why had he almost called him for being one?
Fuck!
Badum!
Zoro widened his eyes and grabbed the bandages covering his naked chest. What was that?
Badum, badum!
He tightened his grip. His heart hurt… why? His hands were shaking, sweat began covering his temple and he gasped. He looked around and saw his vision suddenly began blurring again. He laid a hand up on his temple. It was warm. Really fucking warm!
"Shit!" he tried to stand up but almost lost his balance. He coughed and blood landed on the ground before him. His chest hurt even more, it almost felt like that it would open up. His hand sought back down and grabbed it tight. "Fuck! It hurts!" He tried to stand again, he stood up and walked a couple of meters before he collapsed again and screamed up in pain.
What the hell was going on?
He felt something wet right under the bandages and he felt like that he had to rip off those bandages, so he did. He sat up on his knees and tore it off, as he touched his chest again, something was wrong. There was an opening in his chest. He ran his fingers along it, then they tried to pres into the wound, he winced and he gasped as another finger brought itself into the wound, and another… and another one. He spat out some more blood and gagged. His fingers sought deeper into him and touched something, something wet… something moving… beating. They tightened around it and pulled back. His breathing became hitching. His body shook dramatically, and his other hand sought down in the sand underneath him to seek support so he wouldn't tumble over, as he felt something being ripped over inside of him. Blood spilled down in the sand, and then even more of it as his hand came back out of his chest.
He stared horrified down on it. Blood spilled down. His eye widened and he felt a scream collecting in his throat as he stared down at the pulsing thing in his hand. His legs felt weak, his vision blurred even more.
It was impossible. It just couldn't be true!
His hand trembled as it held tight around his bleeding heart, pulsating and beating in his grasp. It shouldn't be possible! He couldn't hold it back any longer, as his heart began beating slower and bleeding even more.
He screamed out loud and collapsed.
Wet tears ran down his face as he still stared at the beating heart in his shaking hand. Then someone stepped up to him. He turned his head to look up and was met by a light. As he looked closer he saw blond hair shine in the night. His lips trembled as he searched the empty face for any expressions, but the light was too bright. Then the person crouched down before him, hands leaning over his legs, as he looked into the swordsman's tearful eye. Blue eyes shone up, a smile appeared, a warm smile… so peaceful.
Zoro reached his other hand up towards him, still crying, still shaking. "S…Sanji… h-help me," he cried. Sanji looked down at the hand and took it carefully in his own. He leaned his head into his palm and closed his eyes, a smile still visible on his lips. "S-sanji," Zoro moved his other hand up to show him what he held, or just to reach out to grab him, hold him… he wasn't sure. The blond opened his eyes, such a deep ocean-blue he almost got lost in them, and then they looked down at his hand. Sanji reached down and took his hand. He moved it up to his other hand, while tears ran down the swordsman's face. The blond leaned down and kissed his bleeding heart. Zoro hiccupped as he watched. He kissed it again and then looked down at the swordsman again, who couldn't stop crying. Sanji leaned further down and ran a hand through his short green hair and connected their lips before Zoro ever could mutter any other word. The chef deepened the kiss and then pulled away to kiss him on the cheek, leaving a red spot of blood, and then once again on the lips.
Zoro felt his eyelids getting heavier as the blond deepened the kiss again. His hands fell down to the ground, slowly. Sanji's hand held securely around his heart, and kissed him one last time before he took it, pulled away from him and stood up. Zoro wanted to reach after him again, but he was so sleepy. So damn tired. Tears stung his eyes as he watched the blond step back, still smiling down at him.
"Sanji…" he sniffled, still wanting to reach after him, but Sanji stood still and just kept smiling "Sanji, please…!" He was so tired "…please…" his eyelids so heavy, his breathing so low and slow "San…ji…" and then, everything turned black, that face and that smile was the last thing he saw, even when darkness grabbed him.
He felt so cold!
And he stopped breathing.
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Zoro jolted up as someone touched his shoulder, and stared confused around; he was in the cave, the sun shone high above outside the cave and he was all alone. The fire burned lustfully beside him, a breeze told him that he was sweating like hell.
Had it all just been a dream?
A nightmare?
And that smile, those eyes… those lips. He ripped his hand away and grabbed the fabric of his pants, as he caught himself touching his own lips. He looked down his chest. The bandages were clean and white…wait, white? He looked confused around and saw a well-known blue bag standing up against the wall. It couldn't be… was it possible that…?
He heard laugher and giggles outside the cave. He looked towards the opening as two forms, a tall and a very small one, stepped inside and then stopped when they saw him.
"Ah, Zoro! You're awake!" the little reindeer of their doctor chirped and dropped the firewood as he jumped towards the confused swordsman. "How are you?"
"Uh…" was all he could say while the little doctor looked him over. Sanji stepped closer into the cave, not looking at him, as he kneeled down to pick up the dropped firewood and stepped around them to toss the wood in a bunk in a distant corner in the cave.
Then Zoro suddenly remembered something… someone was missing.
"Where… where's Momo?"
"Momo?" Chopper asked confused and tilted his head. "Who's that?"
"You know," he motioned with his hands "the little tiger-kid I saved," Chopper opened his mouth to say something, as the chef cut him off with a cold voice.
"He's gone," Zoro looked up at him, but the blond didn't look back.
"What do you mean about gone, cook?" Sanji looked up, his eyes cold and empty.
"I ate him!"
"You did WHAT?" Zoro roared and jumped up on his legs. Chopper begged him to take it easy, but there were no way to take it easy when the fucking cook had… damn it! Was this one of his stupid jokes? No, he looked dead serious about it. Sanji stood up, slowly, never tearing his eyes away from the furious swordsman who glared deadly back at him. "You fucking nuts or something?"
"He was our emergency food, so, I cooked him," the blond shrugged, like it was nothing. Zoro's knuckles itched to plant themselves in the bloody chef's stupid face. "And guess what?" he now said and pulled a little smile. The first mate lifted a brow.
"What?" he spat back, no fucking idea of why he even answered him. Sanji pulled a packet from his pockets and patted a cigarette out, placing it between his lips as he now looked around to find something to light it with. He put the packet back into his pocket and leaned down to the campfire beside him and lit the cigarette, almost burning his own hair in the process. Then he stood up and pulled a wicked smile. Zoro lifted another brow and suddenly had an unsettling feeling deep in his core. Something was wrong here.
"We're goanna have fresh Marimo next on the menu," he said bluntly. Zoro stepped back.
"Wha-what?" he said surprised, but then stomped one step forwards and roared. "You fucking loony or something, cook?" He was about to scream something more as he suddenly got a coughing fit. He looked on his hand there had covered his mouth, and it was full of blood. Then he felt something wet the bandages, and as he looked down, it turned all read right in the middle of his chest.
"Yummy, Sanji that will be really good!" Chopper chirped and licked his lips as he began to drool. Zoro looked confused down on his little friend who now looked hungrily up at him, and then looked over at Sanji, who now kneeled down to the pot there was cooking something.
"Yup," he said and opened the lit. He took a large cooking spoon and fished something up from the boiling soup. Zoro almost throw up as he watched the chef showing them a pulsating heart laying on the large spoon, "fresh Marimo is on the menu," he looked up at the swordsman and pulled a even larger smile as he slowly dropped the beating heart back down in the soup.
Zoro widened his eye dramatically as a hot sensation immediately spread inside of his chest, and he felt like he was being boiled alive from the inside out. He fell on his knees and clutched the place his heart normally should be and screamed painfully up in the sky.
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Zoro gasped as he jolted awake. Sweat covered his whole body there trembled like hell.
What? Another dream?
He sat up and grabbed his hair and groaned. This was making him crazy, all these dreams and not knowing when not being awake.
Then something suddenly hit him. He looked up and around himself; this wasn't the cave! He wasn't even on land! No, he was back on the Thousand Sunny, in the men's quarters, on a… bed? He looked down on the soft duvet and then lifted it. He was naked, completely naked… but why? He felt someone shifting in the bed beside him and an arm snuggling around his torso. The next he felt was a warm body against his, and someone snuggling closer into him, as he heard a little groan. He looked down to his left, and widened his eye dramatically. 'What the fuck?' he yelled in his mind as he looked at the blond man next to him… a man! And not even any kind of man… it was:
"S-sanji?" he gasped and pushed himself away from him immediately, and fell to the floor with a loud bump. What the hell was going on here? Why was he laying in a bed, and then together with him?
"Zo…ro…" the blond breathed out and groaned as he no longer could feel the protective warm he once held around, and then slowly opened his one visible eye. He blinked as he looked around and then smiled when his eyes landed on the panting swordsman on the floor. "Zoro…!" he said, smiling so bright, as he reached and arm out for him. Zoro gulped and his body was shaking.
"The hell is going on here?" he asked bluntly, and then suddenly realised that he was completely naked, and in that position he sat in, he practically showed everything to the cook, who just kept smiling oh so sweet towards him. He at once pressed his legs together and wrapped his arms around them as he shook his head, his face turning beat red. Sanji only chuckled. Why was it sounding so nice and wonderful in his ears when he did? Why did his heart beat on this funny way when he saw this sight of the blond, heard this soft and sweet voice of his, he never had heard in his life before, and when he saw that smile of his? He shook his head again.
"Had another nightmare, sweetie?" Zoro flung his eyes open and stared in disbelieve up at the blond, who now all of a sudden sat right next to him… completely naked as he was. Sanji moved a hand up and brushed it lightly over his chin. Zoro gulped and froze as the other leaned in and kissed him ever so gently on his lips. He yelped in surprise, and in this moment the blond slipped his tongue in between his lips and hit the roof of his mouth. Zoro couldn't stop himself from moaning and almost got lost in the hot kiss, but cleared his mind at once and pushed the blond away so he tumbled to the floor.
"The fucking hell are you doing, cook? You sick or something?" He roared up and dried his mouth in his arm. Damn, why was his heart acting so weird?
Sanji looked at him so hurt, the sight almost made his heart break… but why? "Zoro…?" he asked pleadingly and reached a hand towards him, just barely touching his arm. This acting was so much out of Sanji's normally character, this wasn't the Sanji he had known for so long.
"Don't fucking touch me, you whore!" Wait, why the hell was he calling him that? Sanji squinted and was almost in tears. So much not like himself.
"You… didn't like last night, then?" he asked carefully, almost like he feared the answer. Zoro pulled himself more away from the other man.
"Last night?" he asked back and suddenly it dwelled on him what he was referring to. Oh shit, had they really been doing… that? Zoro stood up, he felt like he needed to throw up, somewhere, and froze on the spot as he saw the blond immediately on his knees, hands before him and bowing so deeply that his head touched the floor.
"I'm so sorry… m'sorry I didn't do it well enough!"
'Why the hell is he shivering so much?' Zoro asked himself and stopped himself from stepping up to the blond, instead of searching for that toilet. 'Why does he sound so scared?' Sanji trembled even more as the swordsman stepped closer to him and held his breath as he stood right next to him. Zoro opened his mouth to say something, but instead his leg moved and kicked the bowing blond right in the abdomen. Sanji groaned, but remained on the spot, coughing and panting. The swordsman paled, but couldn't stop his leg as it kicked the blond once again at the same place.
'What the hell? Why the fuck am I kicking him?' he thought, completely in shock.Sanji only gritted his teeth and clutched his hands so hard that his knuckles turned all white. A third kick send him flying across the floor with a scream. 'No! Stop damn it!' the green-haired man yelled at himself in his own mind. He wanted to run, but instead he found himself stepping closer to the blond again, who crept back up against the wall in a corner, shivering like a leaf, until his back touched the two connecting walls. His now two visible wide open eyes stared horrified up at him.
Zoro kicked him this time right in the head, sending him tumbling to the floor. The next thing he knew, he grabbed that blond hair and pulled him up to eyelevel. Sanji shrieked and tried to pry that hand away, and Zoro could only look on in horror, as his voice spoke as it self pleased, and his body acted the way it self wanted. 'STOP THIS, DAMN IT!'
"Say my name," he ordered the shaking blond in a dark voice. Sanji gulped.
"Zo –Argh!" Said person yanked hard in his hair.
"You know what I mean, cook! Right?" Sanji nodded carefully, and fought not to cry. He found his footing and held the other head in his soft hands, as he leaned in and licked him on the cheek.
"I'm sorry… my captain,"
'Wait! C-captain?' He smiled pleased, but inside he just gaped and watched in horror, as he threw the blond towards the bed. Sanji stumbled and instead of landing in it, he hit his head on the hard wooden edge of the bed, sending a sick sound of crack through the room. He groaned and spat some blood out together with a tooth. Sanji moved a hand up to his mouth and almost sighed in relief as it wasn't any of the front teeth. Zoro grabbed his arm and pushed him to the floor, so he landed on both his hands and knees. He grabbed his hip and forced it up in the air and forced the cheeks to each side. 'No, stop this! This is sick!'
"No, Zoro, please, don't. Not like that… please don't!" The blond said panic-stricken and tried to crawl away, but the hands held tight on his hips, and he was pulled back. He shrieked and cried out. "Please Zoro, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but please… not like this… not like this…!"
Zoro wanted to close his eyes, he wanted to run away, and he wanted to stay, hold the blond in his arms or bow as deep as he did before him and apologise till he no longer had a voice, but instead he leaned down on his knees and forced his cock right into Sanji's tight ass. 'No hell, STOP THIS!'
Sanji screamed and cried out loud as he thrust hard into him. Zoro couldn't believe his own eyes, as his body moved in and out of the body underneath him in such a fast pace, that made even him winze. He could feel the flesh rip inside of the blond… like he felt his own heart rip over into many pieces. His body moved faster and rougher. He caught himself in humming at the pathetic sounds of Sanji's hiccups, cries and pleadings for him to stop. Nails scraped in the wooden floor, trying to pull the abused body away from the abusing, until they tore and leaved a bloody trail. Zoro self dug his nails into the blonds' hips, scratching his skin, digging his nails so deep into it until it tore. Sanji screamed even louder. Inside, Zoro could scream with him in desperation, in self hatred, in agony.
He pulled fully out of him and Sanji collapsed panting and crying on the floor. His whole body was shaking, and Zoro wanted to kill himself for that, and especially when he saw blood seep out from the blonds' rear. He grabbed his shoulders and thrust into him again.
Sanji screamed… and he screamed with him… their screams echoing through the whole room and was defiantly heard above on the deck. 'Luffy! Please, oh fucking shit, stop me god damn it!'
"STOOOP-!"
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"…ro…"
'Stop me, please…!'
"...oro…" he felt someone touch his shoulder and then someone shake him violently, but he didn't dare… he didn't dare to look at what would happen next. Someone was calling as well, but he only shook his head.
'No, let me be…!'
"ZORO!" Zoro's eye snapped open by the loud voice in his left ear and gasped for air, but found water in his lungs instead. He sputtered and gagged as he felt his body being moved to be laid on the side. He blinked, and then blinked again. He heard something mewing, desperately. Then he saw something blond before him. He blinked once again and realized he was looking into the strong face of the blond chef. His visible brow furrowed with worry. Zoro looked around and only at that moment felt the cold rain falling down on him. He was lying on a beach, it was night-time and he was facing the sea. His body was shaking and his heart hurt so much. When he saw that sad look in the chef's blue eye, he could see the whole scene before him again, that dream… or rather that nightmare, and looked away. He couldn't look at him, because when he did, he couldn't stop seeing that horrified and painfully vision of the blond curled up in the corner, him beating him and then raping him… fuck!
He grabbed his hair and groaned. He felt someone brushing themselves up against him, someone with fur. Looking up, he saw Momo's dark worried eyes, practically asking him what was wrong and that the little tiger wanted to do anything in the world to make it better. Zoro smiled weakly, never knowing that he ever would be so glad to see either the tiger, the blond and this godforsaken beach. He moved a hand out towards the little tiger. Sanji said something, but he didn't understand what he said, the cook sounded like panicking. He was almost touching the soft fur; Momo even stepped closer up to the touch, but then dropped his hand down in the sand and sunk back into sleep. 'Oh god no, let me stay awake!' he begged as he slid further into the darkness. 'No more dreams! No more of those nightmares….PLEASE-!'
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~To be continued~
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