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Telling a Story

~: Chapter Twelve:~

Realisations. Acceptations?

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The Devil would blink in surprise as the Angel smiled at him.

His cheeks would redden and heat up

even more than hell itself.

What was this raw and wonderful feeling?

It felt good, it felt nice, especially this new sudden fast beating inside of his chest.

So this was how 'that' felt like?

"Lost your voice?" the Angel teased.

The Devil smirked and snorted. "Like Hell," he said and dived in for yet another

of

those they called a 'kiss'. Hotter than hell.

Heaven might be as beautiful as they say.

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Sanji walked back and forth. Damn, he really needed a smoke, and that was damn fucking shit right here and now! His hands was shaking, actually his whole body did! He hadn't been able to smoke a cigarette for a whole month already, and that was hell! He groaned and kicked hard to a stone on his path, which flew far out in the sea. Six days. Damn six days he hadn't seen that fucking marimo, and his mind was going like crazy! He wasn't on that cliff any longer, and he fucking didn't get why the hell he even cared so much for that damn… idiot! He was a grown up! He could take care of himself, even if he had lost a leg and an arm, he would be able to survive in the woods and still fight like a demon; he would still be able to use one sword in his mouth and one sword in his other hand.

Speaking about swords…

Sanji stopped and looked surprised at the long thing that the waves suddenly had washed in on the coast. He looked around, like he wanted to insure himself that no one else was near to have thrown that thing there, stepped over to the shore, and picked up the long, dark-red sword. It was Zoro's last sword… the one out of his three swords… his 'newest' sword that he had won in a battle back at Thriller Bark. To think that it was almost three years ago by now, it was unbelievable to think about. So many years and yet that day was stuck burned to his memories.

He looked at the dark-red blade, it looked weird, but at the same time dangerous and scary. He turned the hilt upside down, and held the seawater out in the sand before him. He took the two things back to his 'camp', and laid them near the fire, so they both could dry. If Zoro was here, he would have been able to clean that sword, the way a sword should be cleaned.

Zoro…

Sanji shook his head and groaned in frustration. That idiot didn't need his sympathy… even though that it was his fault that the swordsman was out there somewhere in the woods, all alone, only accompanied by an overgrown cat, and he was still wounded. The picture of the swordsman laying somewhere out in the woods, bleeding and dying made the chef shudder.

His stomach growled at the same time as well, but he ignored it… like he had done the last six days… he just hadn't had any appetite. He looked down at his thin hand, it almost looked like Brook's bony hand, the only different were that there was still skin and muscles covering his. He sighed and leaned back against the stony wall as he kept staring at the hilt and sword on the other side of the fire. He could imagine Zoro sitting there, cleaning his sword, Momo mewing and playing around with himself and then suddenly tackling the swordsman, who then would yelp and laugh at the little energy-bomb.

That laugh still echoed in his mind.

He shut his eyes close, and groaned at the image that kept playing in his mind, and he caught himself in missing that idiot.

…and then the face filled with that hurt expression he hated so much. He whimpered and lied down on the ground instead, opened his eyes to stare into the fire instead.

Whatever he did, he couldn't get himself to sleep.

Whatever he did, he couldn't get himself to eat either. He barely wanted to drink anything and he knew if he didn't get anything to eat, anything to drink nor any sleep, he would be dead in a couple of days.

A human was only able to live for so long without any of that. They said that it only took about seven days.

Lately he feared falling asleep, not knowing if he were to ever wake up again. 'And then I would never be able to see him again… fuck! Stop thinking at him already!' he turned over to lie on his other side 'Damn it, why do I feel so bad? Because I was an ass towards him? I didn't need to call him a faggot, the hell was I thinking on? A 'no' would have been enough, it's not like that he would use force and make me, like hell I would let be forced into something like that.' Sanji sighed.'Fuck, I miss him! I damn hell miss that bloody idiot… I wish that he'd be back here already… before it's too late…' his eyelids suddenly felt heavy, sleep overtook him and he felt his heart beat several beats before his senses slid into darkness.

Sanji panicked.

'I don't wanna die! Zoro, god damn it, I need you! I want you, damn fuck just –me and my stupid attitude. I don't care anymore… just, please return you idiot…! Please…!' he felt a tear escaping his left eye before he lost consciousness.

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Sanji blinked as he felt someone's eyes observing him. He felt cold… his body hurt, even so he didn't even move… and his heart hurt. He heard the fire crack and sprout, and he swore that he could not only hear, but also smell something cooking… but that could only have been his imagination running off with him, because he was sure he hadn't cooked since… that time. His stomach growled, and it hurt when it did. He blinked again to get his vision clear, but it didn't want to, not really. He could sense someone sitting close to him, he could swear that he heard someone breathe fast, and defiantly he was sure about that that was a rough thumb brushing a tear away from his right eye. But he must be imagining things again, because all of that was impossible.

Then, he felt lips press softly against his own for a brief moment, and then the warm sensation was gone.

"Tired…" Sanji sighed, surprised to hear how dry his voice sounded when he spoke, and felt his eyelids slowly closing again. Then he felt someone pushing him, forcing him out of the sleep he was slowly drifting into, sweet sleep. 'Let me sleep,' Someone was calling his name. He groaned and turned his head away from the sounds, but was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders, and forced to sit up.

"Sanji!" the demanding voice said, and Sanji finally put himself together to open his eyes again and look at the one who was holding him. One dark eye met two ocean-blue and the blond blinked. He looked up at the green hair and then tried to touch it, just to be sure. 'So soft,' he thought 'can't be real.'

"Oi, Shit-cook, damn hell wake up already!"

"No… it's more than real… it's a living nightmare," Sanji mumbled, but loud enough for the other to hear. Zoro furrowed a brow, looked strangely at him and then shook his head, like he had decided that the chef must have been out of his mind. He let go of him, and only then Sanji realized that his hand was still in the others hair, so he hurried to pull it back.

"Here, eat!" Zoro commanded as he showed a bowl of soup right in his face. The blond looked surprised at him and then down at the food before him. Before he could react, he had a spoon showed into his mouth, and swallowed the warm soup automatically. He coughed and then opened his mouth to shout something, as a second spoon of soup was showed down his throat.

"Oi! Ma–cough-rimo! The hell you're do–cough-ing?"

"Feeding you. What else does it look like?" the swordsman answered in the matter of fact, and showed a third spoon of soup into the chef's mouth as he kept speaking "Aren't you the one who is always after us, if we don't eat anything? Why the hell are you doing this to yourself then?" Sanji opened his mouth to answer, but couldn't find any words, and had a fourth spoon showed into his mouth. This time he had a chance to taste it properly and he had to admit that it didn't taste that bad, not as good as his own food, of course, but the plant-head was apparently not that bad with cooking. The next time Sanji caught himself opening his mouth, was when Zoro came with the next spoon of soup and let himself being feed like this. He even realised that he actually liked being feed like this… not that he ever would admit that to anyone though.

"You're an idiot, you know?" the other muttered out. Sanji ignored him, and opened his mouth, but there came no spoon with soup, he opened his eyes, never realised when he ever had closed them, and looked up at the marimo. The bowl was placed carefully down on the ground, and the blond caught himself in wanting to complain about not being feed anymore. Suddenly he was grabbed by his shoulders, and the next thing he knew, Zoro's lips was on his… once again. Sanji widened his eyes in surprise and gasped, as Zoro licked his lower lip, and then forced his tongue into his mouth.

'No, I can't do this,' He tried to push him away, but his hands were caught, forced over his head and he was pushed down on the ground. He groaned and then moaned in pleasure as Zoro's tongue hit the roof of his mouth. "Nah, nho~!" Somehow, Sanji was glad he was lying down as his mind suddenly blackened for a moment, and he felt like falling into a world of pleasure. He shook the thoughts off. He couldn't do this, god damn it! He loved women… right?

"Just shad'up and n'joy this," the swordsman answered and kissed his throat, leaving a trail of small kisses all the way up to the blonds' ear. Sanji shuddered and moaned. He didn't know that he was sensitive there.

"No, damn it!" he shrieked and now fought with real purpose. "Let go you damn-"

"Faggot?"

"Yes!" Sanji thought over the word again and then shook his head, horrified, "N-no! Not what I meant!"

"So, want me to continue?"

"I-"

"-like this?" he asked, and then licked around the others lips, his chin and his ear, smiling grudgingly as the blond gasped in delight. As he sealed their lips again, he felt the blonds' arms going limp, and chuckled into the kiss. He pulled away, released the others hands and looked at the panting blond underneath him. "Oh? I thought that you were a ladies man, and not a men's man?" he teased with a smile playing on his lips. Sanji groaned and reached a hand up to grab his neck, dicking his nails into the skin, almost braking it, almost wanting to strangle the idiot.

But…

This feeling that the marimo was showing him…. those kisses… not even from a woman had he felt like 'this'. What 'this' was were hard to explain, but it felt more than nice.

Zoro watched the blond carefully, felt how those steady fingers there before were determined to surely strangle him, now hissitated and trembled. He felt them open and close, digging in deeper and release. There were a big debate in those two blue eyes, ocean blue, like the deep waters of the sea. Yeah, Sanji were the sea; he could be calm and determined, and he could be violent and dangerous. The sea in those eyes were stirring, not sure if it wanted to lay calm like a mirror on its own surface, or stir up to a dangerous storm.

Sanji finally closed them and sighed. His fingers grasped tight and pulled the green head slowly down towards himself. When he opened them again, Zoro saw an ocean he never had seen before.

"Just shut the fuck up and kiss me, marimo," Sanji said and sealed their lips. Zoro, not hesitating for one moment, only pleased that he finally got a positive answer, smirked and kissed back at once. As those arms laid themselves around his neck, he deepened the kiss, pulling a satisfied sigh out from the other. He never regretted finally listening to his own inner voice… just damn it took him almost five days finding his way back to this cave.

And what a horrible sight there had met him. Zoro hesitated for a moment, thinking, before sealing their lips again. The pure image of the pale chef lying there on the ground, sleeping so silently… looking so sick and… mostly dead! It was horrible. When he had thought that he had lost the chef, when he finally had come to the conclusion that he actually loved him, he honestly had felt a big part of himself dying alongside with him. He shuddered by the memory and kissed him deeper. He never wanted to see the blond like that again; on the brink of death, because of him.

Sanji moaned into the kiss, and let the other sneak his tongue into his mouth again. He brought his own tongue to play with the other for dominance, tongues rubbing against each other, pushing at the other, both wanting to explore this unfamiliar place, wanting to memorise the tast, the feeling, the whole inside of the others mouth. Sanji soon lost that battle, but honestly didn't really care. 'I think I actually can get used to this,' He moaned and ran his fingers through the others soft and short hair, massaging the scalp, grabbing the hair in a tight grasp, like he tried to force the remaining part of his hesitaing self to actually like this, the rest of him were lost in it. It was with a man, yes, and it was with Zoro of all people. But was this just a one-timer, a release for each other since they'd been stuck with no one else but one another for almost a month? Would this end when the others came back? Would life turn back to 'normal' in between them, when they returned back to the ship?

Somehow Sanji was starting to get nervous, while another part of him hoped that it would be so, so they could forget about this. Living as a faggot, no, g…gay –he didn't even like to think of himself like that, because he wasn't g-that. He still liked women, god damn it, and always would! It was just that this marimo… did something to his mind, so his senses went skyward, completely a mess. The idiot turned his whole world upside down, so he in the end didn't know what leg to stand on.

He let out a trembling sigh, as he soon felt Zoro's hands on his bare chest, yelping a little in surprise as he hadn't foreseen it. He soon forgot all those stupid worries and were soon lost in pleasure instead, as those rough hands wandered over his naked chest ever so gently, running down carefully, sending shivers through his body, delightful shivers. He gasped, moaning as two thumbs brushed lightly and teasingly over each of his nipples. He grabbed tighter in the green hair, almost pulling it up with the roots.

"God, Zoro, that's –ah," how could something like this feel so good? How could he let himself get used to be touched like this, by another man? But, whatever he wanted to convince his mind about again, his body liked it, and wanted more of it. And it got more. Zoro's mouth now left his lips to seek down his chest, and trailed small butterfly-kisses along it. Sanji laid his arms around the green head and pulled him close against him as he moaned. This felt so good, but… he just couldn't go further than this. No matter of what, this was over his limits. "Zoro, no, no more… not now –mmm, p-please," Zoro hummed in answer, but kept kissing him "I-I mean it, d-damn it…!"

"Don't worry, I wont push you any further than you like," Sanji sighed in relief and then closed his eyes. Then he felt the others lips on his own again.

Zoro pulled away some time later, and looked down at the panting blond underneath him. Sweat covered his rising and falling chest, his blue eyes –both visible- were like a crystal sea, as they shone with lust and something he would call relief and happiness. He leaned a bit down and Sanji moved up to meet his lips. He moved up and then looked down at him again. The blond moved a hand up to touch his face and smiled. This time Zoro wasn't insecure any longer. That smile, that smile that he never had seen on the cook before, so happy, so…cute, he almost dared to call it, and… something he couldn't put a word on. It make him now fully aware of his own feelings for him… and at least he knew the blond didn't hate him for this, not if he should believe the look he had on his face right now, a look that make him look so much younger and oh so beautiful. He should just remember to be careful, the slight of insecurity were still there, weak, but it was there, the nervousness about being with another male.

Zoro stroked his chin 'Why haven't I seen this side of him before? How come that I have been so blind and never realised how beautiful he actually are?' he thought, running a thumb over the beard that had grown so much more since they were parted those years back, but hadn't grown more since they met again and until now. Well, a little, but that was because the blond didn't have a real shaver in the near to keep it as he liked it, but only a sharpened stone there only could shave so much off. 'How more beautiful you have become, Sanji.' he thought.'Would you ever freak out, if I, of all people, someone with no breasts, told you that?'

"What are you chuckling about," Sanji's voice sounded a bit hoarse, irritated, but none the less he leaned into that touch.

Zoro only smirked back at him "Nothing," and leaned back down to place two small kisses on his lips. Sanji closed his eyes and deepened it. "Damn it, cook," Zoro said, his hand still on the others chin "I think that I'm in love in you," he admitted, never foreseen to ever say something like this to another person –and especially not to another man-, and still feeling so right about it.

Sanji opened his eyes and looked surprised at the swordsman, blinking. The words shocked him, and he didn't know what to say at first. To begin with he wanted to make a joke out of it and almost pulled a mockingly smile for that. But when he looked deep into that onle visible dark eye, he didn't see anything other than truth, warm happiness and…was that what they called 'love'? His cool facade broke and he decided that it was actually nice being like this towards the other… and it was nice seeing, feeling and tasting this side of the bloody swordsman… but that didn't mean that he would stop teasing him, no matter if other people were in the near or not, he was just too fun to tease. But when they were alone together, when no one cold see them, he didn't mind being like 'this'.

Sanji smiled truthfully back at him and ran his fingers underneath the others' eye, feeling the fine line there ran right over the blinded eye –he still wondered how the swordsman had gotten it, but even though that they all had been together for year now, the man hadn't spoken a word about it, if someone asked, he ignored them. Sanji made sure to take this growing 'thing' in between them to his advantage and one day ask him. maybe he then would tell? "Just promise me," he slowly began, and bit his own tongue to stop himself from saying it. Zoro looked down in question; worry visible in that other wonderful dark eye, if just he could be able to see the other again. He sighed and ran his hand over his cheek. Zoro grabbed that hand to stop him, his smile faltered and he feared that Zoro would stop being this new, wonderful Zoro.

"I will never abandon you, cook," he said seriously, and tightened his grip around his hand. The blond winced. "Don't ever try to fuck around with me, Sanji," he warned and Sanji felt angst overtake him for a moment. "I would never be able to live with it, if you do. And then, I can't promise how I would react afterwards,"

"Fuck-head, like I ever would." He said, groaning at that the idiot ever would have thoughts like that. He smacked his head, just in case that he would get his point clear that he meant it. "For yout information. I would have said; don't stop being like this. I… like this side of you," he looked away, ashamed and blushed. Zoro blinked surprised but then pulled a smile.

"Ooh? You do?" he said teasingly "Want me also to bring you flowers every day, little 'princess'?"

Sanji groaned in irritation and glared up at the man above him, but Zoro only chuckled and leaned back down to kiss him again, stopping him from even saying something back. The blond soon melted and deepened the kiss.

'Damn cook,' Zoro thought as he make the blond moan and sigh in delight… the sounds only made him want to do more to him, so he could hear more of that wonderful voice of his. But he couldn't go further, not yet, not before the blond chef had gotten used to this new thing in between them, and the thing of be together with another man. But Zoro had time, he could wait as long as he was able to do just this with him, or so he tried to convince his growing desires further below. '…you stole my heart, you little devil…!'

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~To be continued~

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