This chapter contains mature content.

It's rated M for a reason, people.

I really don't have much to rant about today.

All your comments are awesome, by the way. I got becket's comment right after I finished writing this chapter. XD

I'm totally gonna write that in somewhere, even if it's in a side story.

But anywho, onward!

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece.

I do own Hikari.

Zoro lay silently in his bed, his thoughts racing. Try as he might, he couldn't pull his thoughts away from Hikari. He desperately needed sleep, but his body was still tense from earlier. He was at the breaking point. If Hikari did anything else, he wasn't sure he would be able to hold back any longer. Every light touch, every sultry glance simply added to his agony. Throwing his arm over his face, he closed his eyes. Forcing his mind to go blank, he fell into fitful sleep.

Zoro knew he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up. He was reliving the events of this evening, but he was alone with Hikari. She was playing her ocarina, swaying back and forth to the music. Her hair, instead of being tied back, was cascading down around her, creating a curtain of white that rippled as she moved. Her clothes also seemed to be different, clinging to her shapely form. Once again, he was enraptured with her sensual dancing, his eyes locked on her hips. She gazed at him through hooded eyes. His breath caught in his throat at her expression. She started to move over to where he was sitting, the ocarina long since forgotten. She continued to sway to some unheard beat until she was standing right in front of him. Running her hands through her hair, she smirked down at him.

"Like what you see?" she purred, rolling her hips forward as she spoke.

He swallowed, his tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips.

Grinning slyly, she eased herself over until she was sitting atop his lap, her legs straddling his hips. She placed both her arms around his shoulders, her fingers twining in his hair. His hands desperately clutched the chair he was sitting in, his nails digging into the wood. She moved forward until her lips brushed his, sending shivers down his spine.

"What do you want?" she whispered against his mouth. He shuddered, unable to speak. She pressed him further. "Do you want me?"

In that moment, he knew. Even if it was just a dream, he knew he wanted her. He was tired of resisting what his body clearly wanted, what he wanted.

Some tiny part of his mind that was still capable of thinking said no, but he felt his lips form the word "Yes."

Her eyes gazed deep into his own, and she kissed him. Full and hard and passionate, it felt like an eternity before she broke away, her mouth trailing love bites down his jaw and neck. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes and moaning in approval. He relaxed, letting her do as she pleased. He didn't care anymore. He had fully given in.

He felt hands, tongue and hips as her actions all melted into one, short-circuiting his brain. He couldn't distinguish any sensation from the other. His breathing grew ragged as one of her hands mimicked the path it had followed just a few days earlier. Once again her fingers stopped just short of his waistband, but this time he didn't try to stop her. In fact, he was annoyed that the seeking fingers refused to go any lower. He opened his eyes, growling at her wordlessly in an attempt to urge her onward. One roll of her hips silenced him. She leaned forward, just as she had done on that night, her lips brushing over his own teasingly. He hissed in annoyance, leaning forward to capture her lips. She pulled away, a grin on her face, and he felt her fingers slip below his waistband, tracing over the muscles above his cock. He inadvertently gasped, clenching his teeth as shudders wracked his body. As her fingers crept down across his erection, she leaned forward to capture his mouth in a passionate kiss.

He awoke in a cold sweat, gasping for air and extremely disappointed at how abruptly his dream had ended. He took a moment to calm his breathing, the phantom touches still tingling across his body. He was so absorbed in trying to calm himself down that he almost didn't notice the slight rustle near the far wall of his cabin. Sitting up quickly, he narrowed his eyes to make out who was there. He could see a figure standing in the corner, silhouetted in darkness.

"Who's there?" he growled, shifting nervously. The person sat quietly for a moment, observing him.

"Why are you so resistant?" the person asked softly, and he stiffened as he recognized the voice. Hikari. Fuck, wasn't it enough that she tortured him during the day? Now she had to harass him here too?

He started as her heard her footsteps coming closer. He wanted to run, but his body still remembered the dream and refused to move. She stopped at the side of his bed, glaring down at him.

"What?" he asked, his mind suddenly going blank. He had heard her question, but his mind was refusing to let him process what she had said. His eyes kept travelling down her body, always ending their trail at her hips.

"I asked," she hissed, grabbing the hair on top of his head and yanking his gaze up to meet hers. "Why the fuck are you being so resistant?" His eyes watered at the pain, but at the same time, it set his pulse racing. He found himself distracted by her eyes. Her expression darkened, and he could tell that she knew he wasn't paying attention. She could not have picked a worse time to start interrogating him. He was torn halfway between his subconscious desires and his knowledge of the consequences if he gave in. His body yearned for the continuation of the dream, but his mind knew that if that happened, it would only worsen the situation.

He hadn't realized that he had instinctively leaned in toward Hikari until she released his hair and met him halfway. Her lips met his, and he shivered violently. He felt his hands moving to grab her of their own accord, felt his fingers wrap around her arms, felt him pull her closer. To his surprise, she complied, crawling on the bed over top of him. She broke away, staring down at him with a confused look on her face. He stared back into her sea-grey eyes, silently pleading with her to continue, to alleviate his pain. He physically could not hold back any longer. And the hunger from his dream was still there, gnawing at the back of his mind. He wanted to touch, to be touched, to do sinful things to her and not give a damn about the consequences. The part of his mind that was protesting went silent as she hovered over him, deciding his fate.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she leaned back in. Her lips danced over his own, so tantalizingly close but never quite touching. Growling he leaned up, trying to capture her lips, but she pulled away, a grin spreading across her face. He felt her pin his arms down when he tried to pull her toward him, and he struggled momentarily against her surprisingly tight grip. Surprisingly, being restrained didn't bother him like he thought it would. He couldn't focus on it long enough to care anyway, his focus soon returned to the body over top of him. She brought her lips down to his ear, whispering, "How disappointing. You barely lasted a week." His breathing sped as she slowly dragged her tongue around his earrings. "I was hoping you would hold out for a bit longer. I had a couple other ideas I wanted to try out…" He stifled a groan at the implication in her words. Maybe caving in now hadn't been as bad as he'd thought…

A roll of her hips halted his train of thought, drawing a hiss from between his clenched teeth. "Of course, I can still play like this," she continued, acting as though she hadn't done anything out of the ordinary. He swallowed loudly, and she chuckled quietly, her lips trailing down his neck as she had done in the dream. He shuddered, closing his eyes and, for the first time, enjoying the sensations that were wracking his body. As she worked her way down his bare chest, he dimly wondered why he had resisted for so long when this felt so damn good. She hit the spot on his stomach from before, and he moaned. He stopped breathing when her lips hovered over the muscles just above his far too tight pants. She pulled back ever so slightly, and he opened his eyes to see why she wasn't doing anything. Her eyes were on his face, watching him intently. She simply sat there, much to Zoro's frustration. She had worked him up to the breaking point, only to stop again.

"Fucking do something!" he growled, struggling to sit up. She smirked, and releasing one of his hands, pressed him back into the bed. Her palm burned against his skin, and he relished in the contact. Leaning back over him, she hovered right in front of his face. "I'll keep going, but I have to let you go," she whispered. "You have to promise not to move, and to be quiet." Her last words had a hard edge to them, and his hazy mind vaguely wondered why she would say that. He nodded, curious as to what she could do that would require such a warning. She released his other arm, and she moved back down his body to where she had been positioned before. He felt her lips lower back to brush over the muscles of his lower abdomen, and he closed his eyes once again as the fire in his gut slowly intensified. He didn't notice her pulling at the tie of his pants, didn't notice her freeing his erection from his boxers. His mind was racing, pulling him to notice every sensation that assaulted him.

It all came screeching to a halt when he felt the flat of her tongue run along the underside of his cock. His eyes snapped open and he fisted his hands in the sheets, fighting back a scream. His heart quite literally stopped, then resumed at triple time. His breathing became short, quick gasps. He was paralyzed, unable to move. He felt Hikari blow gently across the tip, and he tensed, biting down hard on his lower lip to keep from moaning loudly. He didn't see how it could get any more intense than it already was.

Until she lowered her mouth over his erection.

Zoro had heard other men talk about being on the receiving end of a blowjob, and how utterly magnificent it was. He had disregarded what they had said, telling himself that it couldn't be any better than jacking off.

Oh, how wrong he was.

He had to fight to keep from thrusting his hips up. He clenched his jaw so tight it hurt, a high pitched whine issuing forth despite his Herculean efforts to remain silent. His entire body shuddered as she slowly worked at his erection, lips and tongue working together in ways that he had never imagined. The fire in his gut was now a raging inferno, and it had spread, coursing throughout his entire body. He choked on his own breath; his throat was so constricted and dry. He was dizzy, his mind trapped in a haze of pleasure. He desperately wanted to move, to speed up the agonizingly slow pace, but Hikari had warned him not to do so. Zoro writhed, completely at her mercy. He was forced to clap a hand over his mouth to silence himself as she, seeming to have read his mind, deep-throated him and hummed. He squeezed his eyes shut, grinding his teeth and tried to keep from screaming.

He felt the all-too familiar rush that came before climax, and he tried to alert Hikari. "Oi," he gasped, his rasping voice sounding harsh on his own ears. Hikari either ignored him or didn't hear him. He tried again. "Oi!" he managed to choke out. "Stop, before…"

In a flash, her face was inches from his own, her hand replacing her mouth on his cock. "Before what?" she purred, stroking him slowly and deliberately. He gritted his teeth, unable to string together the words to answer. Her face hovered above his, almost tauntingly, as she milked him to the point of climax. He felt himself go over the edge, every fiber in his body screaming with ecstasy. His vision went black for a moment. When he finally came down from his high, he was surprised to discover Hikari's lips clamped over his own. She broke away, scowling at him. "Damn, you're loud," she huffed.

He honestly did not give a damn. He felt absolutely magnificent. Basking in the afterglow, he sighed as he felt all the tension draining from him body. He felt his eyelids droop, and he realized how exhausted he was. Fighting to keep his eyes open, he felt Hikari's lips brush gently across his forehead.

"Sleep," she murmured softly, and he obeyed, drifting off into a deep slumber.

TBC

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