Here it is, the chapter you've been wai-iting for~! Literally!
Ch. 11
Zoro watched as Sanji walked, no, sashayed away from him, hips swinging in a sexy, enticing right-left-right-left pattern. He studied the movement with hungry eyes, giving an appreciative sigh as his gaze roamed over the blonde's firm ass, his creamy thighs, his delicious round hips. He'd never tell Sanji, but from what he saw, the cook's figure was not that different from the women he adored. Only without boobs. ...Not that Zoro wanted boobs. He wanted Sanji, just like he was.
He sighed again when the chef disappeared from sight, his tone more frustrated than before. Sanji had left him with a hard on that could move mountains. He tried not to think about it-or how Sanji would help him relieve it-awkwardly shifting foot to foot as he instead tried to remember what Sanji had told him. Zoro wasn't sure he had heard Sanji at all, too focused on the shape of his lips, how they glistened with saliva from their kiss, the way they formed each word.
He moaned helplessly, growing even harder as he thought of those lips on him, around him, the tongue they hid flicking out to taste him, to lick up his cum. Even more thoughts formed in his head, and he was sorely tempted to go and kick down the bathroom door, take Sanji right then. He was so horny, he needed relief!
"Get the couch ready for us, kay?"
Had that been what Sanji had said? He couldn't remember. But it was worth a shot. Adjusting himself into a more comfortable position, he started towards the men's cabin, wondering is Sanji had something planned.
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Sanji sighed, warm water spilling onto him from the spigot above his head, rinsing away most of the dirt and grime. He was content with just standing under the water until he was clean, just relax into the steam and let it filter out all of his stress, but he wanted, needed, to get back to Zoro as soon as he could. He knew what kind of mood he'd put Zoro in, because the swordsman had put him in the exact same mood. He didn't want to torture either one of them for too long...but he also wanted to get clean.
He grabbed a bar of soap, lathering it up in his hands. He scrubbed his arms and chest, making sure he left no blood or paint anywhere, then went to work on his legs. He wondered if he should shave his legs for this, but he decided against it. Why should he shave for a one-time thing?
He sighed, finished with his legs and stood. He'd known it from the start, that if he were to ever give in to Zoro's advances and sleep with him, it would be a Wham, Bam, Thanks Sanji-chan kind of night, and the marimo would be himself come the next morning, and would probably never speak to him again. He didn't want Zoro to be angry with him, but what Zoro would be see as Sanji taking advantage of him when his mind was MIA, the chef saw it as saving Zoro-and himself-from unwanted and undying lust and want. And even if Zoro would be mad at him, he had to take a risk. He just wanted to know if his feelings for the swordsman were more than lust and desire.
He shook his wet hair from his face, reaching towards the shampoo rack for his shampoo-conditioner combo, but quickly changing his mind at the last second, he grabbed Nami's instead. He studied the bottle design and name-falling strawberries splashing into a creamy liquid, titled Citrus Sensations, subtitled Strawberry Melody and captioned with promises of strong, volumous hair with luxurious smoothness and shine. Sanji raised his eyebrow. Is this why most women had gorgeous hair? He'd always believed it to be natural.
He popped the cap, and the room was immediately chocked by its fruity aroma. It smelled more of the sour-sweet candies he had given Nami last year for her birthday, instead of the murky, earthy scent of real strawberries. Regardless, he liked the smell, and thought Zoro would appreciate it more than his manly-scented shampoo.
He squirted some into his hand and smiled ironically. The shampoo was a pale pink color with an almost metallic sheen, consistency a little more watery than melted bronze. Too bad it didn't make anyone uncontrollably honry or he could put it in tiny bottles and sell it, claiming it was a lust potion. He snickered and shook his head, flipping his bangs out of his face again and combing the shampoo into his hair.
After scrubbing out all the blood and dirt, he stepped under the water again and rinsed all the lather form his hair. He made sure there was no soap or dirt left on his body and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry himself with. He shook out his hair, then wrapped another turban style around his head. He stared at himself in the mirror. Two blue eyes stared back at him, accompanied by a slightly flushed face and pouting pink lips. He gave himself a scrutinizing once over, thinking hard about much more than his reflection. Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to fuck Zoro as soon as he was dressed? Why was he so excited, and yet so nervous? He had changed so much, was it all for the better?
His mind clicked on again and he rid his head of such thoughts. He was doing it, he was going through with it, and he would like it.
He finished drying and dressed, nothing fancy since he'd just be getting naked again anyway; tight black dress pants and a high collared button up dress shirt. He stopped buttoning halfway through, leaving most of his collar bone and some of his chest exposed. He slipped on a default pair of shoes, making mental note to get another pair like his old ones next time they made port. He combed his hair through with his fingers, setting it in its original style before giving his reflection one last critical gaze. Happy with his appearance, he slipped out of the room and into the night.
All was silent on deck. The rest of the crew had fallen asleep as soon as they'd hit the sheets, to tired to even say goodnight. He smiled, already liking the lack of noisy nakama to interrupt them.
He stopped at the door of the men's cabin.
Sanji inhaled deeply, taking in cold night air. Each exhale made his breath visible as a small cloud of steam. He'd felt excited as he watched himself in the mirror. He'd felt sexy and confident, but now he felt nervous as hell. The steam in his face didn't help matters at all, since it reminded him of cigarette smoke and he would've killed for one now. He hadn't had one since before he was abducted, and felt like he was on the dismount of a nicotine-deprived high. But he wanted to smell and taste fresh and clean for Zoro, so he resisted temptations, though it was amazing he could.
He took another deep, calming breath, scolding himself with a smile for being uneasy. He then reached out, took the doorknob in his hand, and nudged the door open with his shoulder.
It had been dark outside, but compared to the silky blackness inside, the moon illuminated night didn't seem so dark anymore. He took an uneasy step forward, looking around for Zoro, but not seeing the marimo swordsman. Where was he? Had he misunderstood Sanji's directions, or had he not heard him or-
A spark flared to like and the room was illuminated in the glow of a small candle flame. He flinched back as the unexpected light stung his eyes, and let them adjust. As the dots disappeared from his vision he saw Zoro blow out a match and recline onto the couch.
"All done?" he asked, smile flickering into place. He'd taken Sanji very seriously when the cook had told him to get the couch ready; he'd moved all the crap that had been stacked there, cleaned the cushions, and draped a blanket over it. Sanji was impressed.
"Yes. Are you?"
Zoro spread his arms, showing off the work he'd done. He'd also cleaned himself up, Sanji saw as the swordsman smirked at him. He wore his newest and cleanest set of clothes, a loose V-neck t-shirt and slim, dark pants. He was freshly shaved and Sanji smelled aftershave.
"Is that my cologne?" he asked as he strode into the room, adding a small swing to his hips as earlier. His confidence came back as Zoro's hands twitched on the arm rest, as if he was trying to control them.
"So what if it is?" Zoro crossed his arms behind his head, attempting nonchalance, but Sanji could see the bulge in the front of his pants. He stopped in front of the swordsman, running a hand up his knee and to his inner thigh, taking it away before he got to the place where it was most wanted. Zoro hissed in a small breath.
"Smells good on you," he admitted, running his hand up the other leg.
"I hope so. I ransacked your entire collection till I found one I could tolerate." He closed his eyes and inhaled through his nostrils. "What about you? You smell really good."
"Used Nami's shampoo."
"Won't she be angry? That shit's expensive."
"I doubt she'll ever find out."
Zoro raised his eyebrow inquisitively. "Can you live with the guilt?"
Sanji quirked his own eyebrow. "Can you?"
Zoro leered up at him, his smiling telling him he could and so much more. He grabbed the cook's arms, pulling him down so he fell into his lap, straddling his hips with his long legs bent in beside him. Zoro crushed his lips onto Sanji's, prying them open with his tongue when Sanji teasingly refused him entry. In no time at all, he had Sanji melting into him, squirming in his lap as their tongues danced together erotically. The kiss was thorough, Zoro's tongue lapping around the cavern of Sanji's mouth until the cook's tongue fought back, wanting to taste the swordsman as well. Zoro growled into his mouth, tongue fed up and retreating. Sanji followed, exploring the semi-mysterious territory until he was satisfied. He threaded his fingers into Zoro's rough green hair, moving his tongue against his tongue to coax Zoro's back into action. The swordsman acted like he couldn't comply fast enough, bringing the chef closer to him, the force behind the kiss bruising.
They broke moments later for breath, Sanji capturing his while Zoro trailed kisses down his jaw line, down his neck. His large hands rubbed his lower back, then slid around to find the buttons. He nipped at Sanji's earlobe, evoking a pleased sigh from the blonde, his fingers pulling the first button from its hole. His hands slid down to the next button, his breath ghosting over Sanji's skin down to his neck, grazing his teeth against his jugular before sucking harshly, drawing a gasp this time.
"Fuck, marimo," he breathed, his hands clawing the man's shoulders. His hips moved, his clothed ass sliding against Zoro's erection, creating a delicious friction between them. Zoro groaned, sucking harder, quicking his pace with the buttons. Finished at last, he pushed the fabric from Sanji's shoulder, the cook pulling it the rest of the way off and throwing it behind them.
Zoro smoothed his hands up Sanji's chest, pinching and twisting the other smaller man's sensitive nipples when he reached them. Sanji drew a sharp breath, arching his back and dropping his head. The swordsman kissed a trail down the rest of his chest and collar bone, nipping his skin every so often. He stopped short of Sanji's nipple, navigating the tip of his tongue in a large circle, drawing closer and closer to the nub with each completed circle until his lips closed around it and he sucked it deep into his mouth, moaning appreciatively at the clean taste.
Sanji tried to keep his breathing normal, tried to act as if he had some control, but with Zoro doing those wicked tricks with his tongue, he found it was harder than it sounded. He threw his head back, a long moan leaving his mouth as Zoro ravished his chest, fingers gripping the marimo's shoulders even tighter. Zoro's attention switched to the other nipple, two fingers finding and kneading the other slick peak. Sanji arched his back farther, and Zoro's free hand wrapped around him to bring him closer still.
God damn, this was torture. Zoro rasped his nipple with his teeth and he cried out, breth caught in his throat. Sweet, sweet torture. He could feel the muscles in his stomach tighten as the passion rose, white-hot heat flow through his body. He was so hard and so horny, he just wanted release.
"Ah, Zoro," he gasped, head falling to the other man's shoulder as he did something undescribably good with his tongue. "Enough with the foreplay, just fuck me already."
"Patience." Was the swordsman's reponse before he went right back to devouring Sanji.
"I can't wait any longer, marimo, just fuck me!"
Zoro's teeth closed around his nipple, not painfully, but the force made Sanji wince as another bolt of pleasure shot straight to his groin.
"If I can wait as long as I did for you, you can do the same for me," he murmured against Sanji's chest, his voice rough and commanding, but his hands smoothing up and down Sanji's sides making his voice fo erotic it hurt.
Sanji didn't reply, instead curing into the curve of Zoro's neck. The swordsman smiled, kissing the blonde's niple before pulling away. The blonde looked down at him, meeting calm green eyes. "I want to enjoy this while it lasts," Zoro said, and for a moment Sanji swore he could see the old Zoro behind those emerald orbs, mocking him for being so impatient and needy. But in a second it was gone, and he was left with new Zoro and his calm, influincing gaze. While it lasts? Was he saying he knew this was a one time thing? Did he know something Sanji didn't? Sanji stared into those unyeilding soft eyes and decided he didn't care. Regardless of what lie ahead, he would enjoy this, too.
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Zoro's lips, and he let the swordsman steer him down onto the couch. He lay his head against the arm rest, fisting Zoro's hair to keep him there for a moment longer, then let him go when he ran out of breath.
Zoro smirked at him, moving down the couch with his body and down Sanji's body with his mouth. He came to the cook's belly button and dipped his tongue inside, kissing the surrounding area and going lower until his lips met fabric. He looked up at the cook as he drew a deep breath. His head was tipped back against the arm rest, mouth open in silent gasps, his back arched slightly off the cushions. His eyebrow rasied, and he ran a lone finger up the inside of the chef's thigh, moving it delicatly over the buldge in the front of his pants. Sanji whimpered, pushing his hips off the couch.
Zoro took his finger and popped the button, zipper coming down next, tooth by tooth, slowly as he could to annoy the cook.
Sanji growled. "Damn it, marimo, either get them off or don't!" he cried, which was exactly the reaction Zoro was looking for. With a sadistic smile, he finished unzipping the chef's trousers and pulled them off, letting them fall to the floor as the did the same with his boxers.
Sanji lay completly naked infront of him, and he ook a moment to admire the sight. The cook's eyes were closed, his brows furrowed in pleasure and frustration. Cheeks flushed to an adorable cotton candy shade, his mouth open with his hot breath. HIs skin already shined with a thin layer of sweat, the combined look from the moon and candal seeming to make it glow. His hair was dishevled to a point where Zoro could see both eyes and large pink bruises making radom patterns down his neck ad chest. Said chest rose and fell with Sanji's quick breath, nipples hard and srrounded with bright red rings. Down and down Zoro's gaze traveled until he reached a thick patch of pubic hair and a weeping erection. The cook was leaking precum and shined with desire, bobbing slightly in time with his breath. Zoro groaned, feeling his own cock strain against his pants. He wanted to rip his clothes off and just slam into the che, but he told himself to wait. He wanted to see Sanji beg.
He dipped his head, hot breath scorching as he nuzzled into the course hair. Sanji gasped, his lungs refusing to take in fresh air. He moaned, rasing his hips to urge Zoro on. The swordsman's head raised, his mouth now focusing on his cock. Sanji whimpered as he felt Zoro's lips cup the side of his shaft, warm breath fanning onto him. He tried bucking his hips to get himself into Zoro's mouth, but Zoro held his hips down after the failed attempt, so he resorted to moaning the marimo's name and writhing against the couch.
"What do you say?" the swordsman asked, his mouth inches from Sanji's head. The blonde answered in a whisper, and Zoro drew away from him.
"Damn it, Marimo, please!" Sanji relinquished, but his anger didn't reach his eyes. Zoro smirked, knowing Sanji was probably getting turned on by giving up, and lowered himself back down. He ran his tongue up the length of the cook, licking up all the precum before wrapping his lips around the head and taking him whole.
"Ah! Z-Zoro!" Sanji cried meekly, back arching and hips bucking. His hands flew out and grabbed at the sofa, head falling back with a whine. Zoro hummed, moving his head up and down as he wiggled his tongue over the slit on top. Sanji tasted delicious, tangy and musky with a hint of salt, the flavor exploding on Zoro's tongue as he continued to pulled away and pumped him, capturing the precum with his lips as it leaked out. He pulled Sanji back into his mouth, sucking hard as he swirled his tongue around the head.
"Oh my God," Sanji gasped as his body began quaking. "Zor-ro, stop, or I'll-"
The heat that exploded though him at that moment cut him of. His breath ran up his body in short little gasped and his muscles stiffened. With a strangled cry of pleasure, he came against Zoro's lips. The marimo swallowed everything he'd managed to catch in his mouth and licked up the rest, leaving no evidence of Sanji's orgasm.
"Taste as good as you look, Sanji," Zoro mummbled as he kissed his way back up to Sanji's mouth. The cook sighed against his lips, rolling the bushido's t-shirt in his fingers. He could taste himself on Zoro's tongue, the bitter combination making him deepen the kiss to get more.
"Not to bad yourself," he said when they broke for air, licking his bottom lip before kissing him again. The kiss was long and hard, Sanji riding out the remnants of his orgasm as they made out, Zoro tracing the space where thigh met hip. His finger were slicked with cum, and after a little more teasing, he found the chef's entrance and slipped inside. Sanji groaned, bucking his hips against the swordsman's finger, forcing him deeper inside. Another didgit was added, stretching and lubricating him until a third finger came into play. Sanji winced as Zoro scissored the trio, closing his eyes to the pain. When Sanji was of the desired wetness, Zoro pulled out, ripping off his pants before returning to his cook, seating himself between his thighs. He pushed his lips to Sanji's, capturing his cry as the thrust inside.
He took a deep breath, letting it out in a long sigh. It was all he could do to not come right then and there. Sanji was slick and hot and so damn tight. All the cells in his body were moaning in satisfaction as he pumped into him, slowly at first, then faster as Sanji's powerful legs locked around him, urging him to penetrate deeper.
"Oh, fuck, marimo," Sanji gasped, fingers clawing the larger man's shoulder. "Harder!"
Zoro complied, thrusting his hips even faster and harder, forcing his thick cock even deeper inthe blonde's tight opening. Thrust, withdraw, thrust, withdraw, thrust, withdraw. The pattern continued as Sanji grit his teeth against the pain, every now and then moaning when Zoro came close to hitting that spot inside him that shot sparks across his world.
And then Zoro pulled out completly, leaving Sanji mid-moan. When he didn't imediatly return, the cook's eyes shot open, fearing the worst-that since he'd been inside, his desire had been quenched and the potion had lef this system- but softened when he saw Zoro fling his shirt off. The swordsman smiled at him. Sanji smiled back weakly.
"Lay down on your stomach," he said, moving back over him. "We'll be able to get a better angle."
Sanji complied, turning over onto his stomach, raising his hips from the couch. Zoro's hands ghosted over him, fingers gripping his hips as he pulled his ass even further into the air. His dick probbed his entrance, and with one quick twitch of his hips he was inside again. The blonde cried out with the very first thrust in this new position, the swordsman striking his prostrate. He drew out and pistoned himself back inside, hitting Sanji's sweet spot over and over, the slap of skin against skin mingling with the sounds of pleasure Sanji made.
He'd been watching Zoro over his shoulder, but now he let his head drop onto the couch, too limp with pleasure from the sensation of Zoro being to far inside to keep it up. The moan that followed was muffled by the chushion, fingers gripping plush fabric as fire built inhisi groin and muscled tightened in his stomach. He was so close, so ready to come, each thrust of Zoro's hips sending him closer and closer to the edge.
It was then that he peaked, cry being swallowed by the fabric he bit down on, cum splashing out and slicking the cushion against him. His innermost flesh clecthed, constricting around Zoro. The swordsman groaned, thrust in once more, and felt his own orgasm shudder through his body. He spilled himself within Sanji's depth, and he caught it all, loving the sensatioin of the warmcum shooting into him, the hot slickness that came with it. Zoro pulled out and he whimpered, already missing the swordsman's touch.
This was it. It was finally done and over with. Sanji blinked his eyes, feeling the sting of tear in them. Why was he so upset that Zoro would be himself now? It meant no more unwanted attention or groping, no intrusions while he was changing, no glomps. It meant a return to their old life, back to the perpetual arguments and constant fights that the both loved. But it also meant an air of total awkward if Zoro remembered every little detail. Sanji knew he should just suck it up, accept that it was over, move on. But he couldn't...he didn't want to. He'd grown used to the romantic way Zoro spoke to him. He had started to like the looks the marimo gave him, the smiles they shared. The sex wasn't so bad either... He liked how safe he felt with this new Zoro around, how the man protected him as if he really needed protecting.
It felt like he was being loved...
Zoro fell down next to him, tired and gleaming with sweat. He smiled weakly at Sanji, pulling him close with one arm while the other grabbed and draped the blanket over them. Sanji snuggled into his chest, breathing deep to calm himself. He was tired, and fatigue weighed down his lids, but he didn't want to fall asleep, wanting to be awake to live every moment left with this Zoro.
"G'night, Sanji," Zoro said, kissing his forehead.
"Night," the blonde replied, fighting back a yawn. He nuzzled himself into Zoro's arms and there, safe and warm against the swordsman, he fought back his fears of the following morning, and fell alseep.
Zoh mah Goodness, everyone, I'm sooo sorry this chapter is soooo late! *bows* forgive meee! My computer got fried and I had zero ways to work on the story. While it is true I go down to the public library almost everyday after school, one can imagine why I wouldn't want to type this up while surrounded by people I don't know or like. But the good news is we got a replacement last week and it has all the programs my other computer had, so yay for this new bitch! Then, when I promised so many people I would have it up by Monday, I got SICK on top of being grounded from the computer. However, it's Tuesday now, I stayed home sick and bribed my mother to let me on. How I love her sometimes ^^
Haha, anywhooooooo~ Big thanks to everyone who read, reviewed and replied : D Sae-chan(for our role-plays lol) and Vynn(because you're awesome like that) have been really good about getting me motivated, now you all do your part too! Five good reviews means an early update! BAHAHAAA! *tyrant* And Vynn, I work on my stories why don't you? *cries*
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and the next will be up within the next two weeks...I hope. It really depends on how much homework I have/how often I have play practice/how sick I get.. haha. Anyone who's read the Canterbury Tales, I'm the Miller. But I never get to tell my story, because, well, you know why. We can't afford tubs hanging from the ceiling on our budget or something. *wink wink*
Please stay tuned for Chapter Twelve, please and thank you!
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