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"I really believe that there are things that nobody would see if I didn't photograph them"
-Diane Arbus
Chapter 9: Thoughtful
Sanji's face was in deep, deep, deep red. The algae headed man had come to such resolve after an amount of time spent on his so-called meditation. It did not make any sense.
"Have you lost your mind, marimo!? To say it bluntly like tha –!"
"No? So, a rephrase. I'm gonna fuck you."
Leave it to Zoro for having another set of perception on a pointless matter. "It's not even about the way you put it! Either one is the same, asshole!" Sanji shouted, really, what was that all about? To say he was a freaking pervert was quite odd, as the host had known the guy long enough, for him at least, to understand and adapt with Zoro's personalities. True, it was full of surprises which amazed the blonde, but this…
"You…" Sanji let out a calm sigh, "…if you're that desperate, get a girl."
Like Kuina-san, if I must remind you. She's more than available.
Zoro looked very composed, intense grey eyes find their way to glittery cerulean blue irises. Inside, at his left part of torso, his heart started to pick up a little speed in its thumping upon seeing the wonderful sight of Sanji's orbs. It was as if he was staring at a small portion of crystal clear ocean water.
Steadily, he held out his hand to grab the other's, with a bit dissent. He added some heaviness in his grip, brought Sanji's hand to his lips and pecked it. "It has to be you." Zoro gazed the staggered curly-brow man in a serious expression, "I'll help you to overcome it."
Zoro's sentence hit the blonde. "Overcome?"
"Your trauma."
Ire built up in Sanji, he was dead sure did not tell this man over that certain past memory, unless there was a few names in his mental list that fit the feature.
Those worrywart D brothers. Just to make sure… "Who the heck told yo –"
"Doesn't matter. All of that though, doesn't change anything."
"Hell it is?! You're feeling sympathy towards me and I don't shitty need it from you!" Sanji exploded in anger, tried to kick the marimo away. It was in vain to his annoyance. Pity was the last thing he expected from the man he lov…adored, how damn shame it was to be viewed like that by a person he cared for eternity. He disliked it, appeared weak before those smoky eyes.
As a man that true to his action, Zoro drew closer and caught Sanji's mouth with his own. The host wriggled to stop it, but he founded it harder to resist when the green haired male skilfully performed the kiss filled of passion. It might a tad rush, still the other's ruddy tongue persuaded him too much, making him whimpered as it shoved into the mouth through his parted lips. Such tiny appendage was a sin.
Pleasure dawned to the blonde, progressively halted his struggle. Zoro's tongue was taking its time to explore, hands began to wander directionless. One tanned arm snuck over Sanji's side and held the back of his head at same spot once the smooch got deeper. Zoro had him backed with a wall, firmly situated him so that Sanji was straddling the man, in a way. The host gasped as he felt their groins were having a particular friction.
Letting go of the flushed blonde for an air uptake, Zoro found it hot when there was saliva trailed down from the corner of the other's enflamed mouth. He heated the atmosphere again by nipping and sucking Sanji's pale skin, the loose cut of his pyjama helped a lot, showing some bare parts of the perfect figure. When a sting of pain shot him near the crook of his neck, the blonde mustered his strength to speak.
"Bas…bastard! Don't leave mark!"
The marimo just smirked. He then chomped on Sanji's shoulder blade to object and lightly grazed it along with his teeth. It made the other huffed in slight, slowly but surely, he attempted to push away the guy in heat like a mating dog from going further with his doing.
"…Zoro…!"
"I won't listen to you."
Sanji gritted his teeth, shitty Neanderthal did not want to lend his ears for him. By all his might, Sanji resorted to use a cowardice act to stop him. Using one hand, he grabbed Zoro's neck and squeezed it a little while the other hand yanked the green locks backward. The tanned man's eyes glowed like a quadruped as a sign of protest to such deed on him.
"Now friggin' pay heed to me! Stop this shit and get out! Or you wanna die early so bad?!"
Almost choked due to his pressed throat by the fretful host, Zoro put a grip on the said hand and tried his best to held it away to reduce the pressure, "Urgh…Damn it…Curly…You want it to haunt you till the end of your life?"
"I don't need your help for that!" Sanji bite back. "'Am not fragile like a girl!"
He was not broken. There was no fucking way those parasites had broken him apart.
"Of course you're not. I know but…Ergh…!" Zoro could feel the stress on his neck increased, made him harder to say anything. Avoiding himself from harshly snapped those seemingly delicate hands, he could only think of one tactic to have Sanji succumbed to his genuine intention.
Zoro abruptly pinched one of Sanji's nipple and caressed the other one at the same time under the shirt, sending an electric jolt through spine. The unanticipated motions got the blonde hitched in his breath, eyelids closed because of the unwilling pleasure. As soon as the fair skinned hands were no longer apprehended the green hair and tanned neck, Zoro roughly attacked the red-faced male on lips. His tongue already forced its way in, tasting everything it could find.
Sanji tangled his fingers with his dear photographer's grass-coloured strands when Zoro licked painfully deliberate the upper part inside his mouth. He could not detain his moan, specifically as there were two calloused limbs abusing his puffy little buds and whole chest to naval area, thanks to his shirt buttons that had been undone by the other. He should have felt upset for it, though strange enough, Sanji could not bring himself to hate it.
Last time sexual activity had left a bad taste within him, ever since then, he did not dare to involve in such thing anymore. Counting today, one odious year had passed, in which efficaciously tortured him thorough it with nightmares.
Sanji's heart pounded like an endless stomp on a floor, his mind replayed the detestable night scene once Zoro's sweaty palms began to slip into his rear side pants and clutched his ass.
"I'll bring you to her if you try to make any other move on Zoro."
Eyes opened in shock, Kuina's warn that had reverberated in every brain cells of his amplified the entire agitation crept up to his nerves. What should he do? He could not…!
As a result, the aroused Zoro was taken aback from Sanji's potent nibble on his bottom lip in abrupt. He saw it coming nonetheless, thus he managed to unwind himself and parted from the other, stared to the moist eye sockets before him for enlightenment, whereas he licked as much the excessive dribble dawdled down his jaw as he could.
"Dumbass marimo…" Sanji spit out the words with pants, frown began to form on his forehead as his body started to tremble like a leaf in every passing second. "Please understand…"
"It's me whom need your understanding the most."
"…Wh – What?"
Zoro nuzzled his nose in between Sanji's ear and golden hair, softly whispered in besought that sent shivers throughout the male's form. "Let's make a bet. If I embrace you tonight and able to make you feel good, not to mention to make you forget that freaking memory, reward me. If it goes otherwise, punish me or kill me, whichever satiate you."
Helplessly gape to such wager was the only respond Sanji could do. This guy was being way too solemn than he had predicted. In all honesty, he was clueless to react to it right now but…giving a chance would not hurt, when it came to deal with Zoro after all, he thought.
Leaning fully to the wall while kept on bestriding in the other's lap, Sanji once again locked his gaze to Zoro, sighed and spoke hesitantly, "Just…one thing."
"?"
"If you fuck me senseless, I'll kill you." Whatever threats from Kuina and that woman to him before, go to hell for now.
The photographer in question smiled, oh how he appreciated that blush appeared on Sanji's slight pale cheeks with a complete set of livid expression, like a tsundere should be.
Zoro hoisted the host up by supported his bottom, letting the other's legs wrapped his waist as he stood up. A coarse palm cupped Sanji's back head and pushed forward until two mouths met for a light kiss whilst Zoro made a few steps to somewhere. By the time they parted, it was right at the bathroom entrance.
"You wanna do it here?" the blonde alerted, suddenly nervous wreck took him over for a reason. Their first time in a bathroom…
"No. It's for you to do some douche."
Sanji stared wide-eyed to the marimo, his arms which hooked to Zoro's neck had loosened. This made the tanned guy sweated worryingly yet again. Did he commit another offense? He knew sometimes this kind of thing killed the mood. It was one of many factors influenced lusty couples to forthrightly jump each other instead, ignoring the whole necessary jumble and trifling stuff. At the end, they got plenty sexual intercourse diseases due to the lack of precaution measurements.
"Uh…Was that turning you off? If you mind me, I didn't care much about it, I just thought you might want to…"
Seeking answer, Sanji subtly asked, "What make you think that?"
"Well, I know you're one for hygiene. In the meantime you clean your…inside, I'll go prepare…anything related, that is what I've planned," Man, doing explanation akin to a sex lecture was embarrassing to death for Zoro. If only he could just jump the man.
As the photographer hid his awkwardness by looking away, Sanji silently had surplus opinion on him. Zoro had continually being mindful of the host, aware of his personalities. He felt much cherished no matter how ample he wanted to deny it. Wordlessly, Sanji went into the bathroom once Zoro went off to his own device, for whatever preparation thingy he had to…do.
About a quarter hour or so be bygone when Sanji entered his bedroom, greeted by a smug looking smirk plastered on the green headed guy's face currently made himself comfortable on his fluffy bed. His constitution told him the other would throw an insult in a few seconds like right now –
"You take a freaking shower too out of nervousness? Felt forever waiting for you, curly-brow."
Where the hell that misplaced arrogant came from? Sanji kept what he would call a safe distance from Zoro before he accidentally turned into a murderer tonight. This man, just they were about to…emm… "I perspired a lot thanks to certain someone's unplaced care over trivial matt – Whoa…! Shitty mosshead, don't jerk me like that!"
The blonde ended up sat on Zoro's lap, almost overlapped the sitting man effected from the pull of his hand towards the latter. Their faces were so close enough to feel each other's warm breath, officially private spaces between them had long gone. Zoro buried his façade in between Sanji's exposed neck and shoulder. The other jolted to the sudden gesture, amplified as a sharp drew of inhalation and slow licks from Zoro tickled his skin greatly at the same time. It brought a pleasant shudder to south, similar to how his blood began to pump at the same direction due to pent up anticipation.
The trained swordsman was sniffing and pre-tasting him like a predator would to its prey for a meal, given that he had only put a towel surrounded his waist down to his knees after bathed.
"Z…Zoro." Pride aside, the blonde could not cast off the unwelcome fear resided in him, a various means of fear. The threat, the past, the humiliation. What if he screwed up? What would be Zoro's reaction?
An uncertainty vibe from Sanji alerted the other. Ingenuous to the whole causes of such emotion which included his old friend involvement in this, Zoro twirled them both and gently pinned Sanji down on the fleecy bed, thinking he had to get to the point fast, easing the uneasiness.
Sanji's chin been lifted up a little by a number of Zoro's fingers, enabled them to meet each other's gaze. Slowly they kissed again, lips pressed and Zoro aggressively deepened before –
"Fuhaaah, you pervert, don't eat my mouth! I'm out of breath…" yet Sanji somehow capable to pull away from the winded smooch. Shitty Zoro really did consume him. "…S…switch off the lamp first, marimo…"
"Why?"
"It's…it's discomfiting! I'm sooo not gonna be cool in this…" To be seen like that by you is out of question for me…
Zoro let out a small laugh when watching the flustered Sanji. "Then it's all the more I need to see clearly. I've to start learning every minor and major thing about you in order to aid. Even now and then you're being compose in public, give your other weak side up to me as your support."
"…That's cheesy…"
Giggling this time, Zoro whispered with a low voice to the host's red ear, "Focus, curly. I'm going to make it better."
AN: *got hit by several trash cans* Ouch...my dear readers, i'm sorry for this chapter's cliffhanger after i've missed a very very very long time update of this story. It is obviously more like a filler chappy. I had my downwheel moment of my real life, so when i try to publish now, I feel hard to begin.
There's something i had to confirm first, thus i stop here.
Do you want me to write out the detail of their, well, this intercourse? If so, it'll be M-rated chapter for the next one, though i've been thinking to make it short & mild because i admit, i'm not very good in explain that kinda stuff beautifully, ya know what i mean. I don't want it to sound like erotic scene, i want something wonderful and touchy come out of their intimate night. If you don't wanna read it in detail, i'll stick to 'T' rate chappy and simplify for the next chapter.
For my readers of "Taking Care of You", i apologise. That story is currently in hiatus. There's a new fact i found, and totally turning my original ideas upside down, thus i've to halt and read the facts carefully before resume.
Thank you for patiently bear with my selfish decision. Thank you sooo much for reading, reviewing, favourating (eh?) and following (T-T)/ I love youuu
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