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Chapter 7

Power games

When Sanji opened his eyes that morning, he noticed it was time for him to get up but he wanted to lay around in bed for once and he stretched for a long time. His gaze then turned on the bed of the marimo who had probably fallen asleep in the crow's nest after his training the night before.

The blond went to wake up in the shower but his indolent mood turned into lustful desire and before preparing the crew's breakfast, he decided to go enjoy his new hobby even at this early hour. It has already been four days that he was, with the swordsman, attempting to raise the temperature at every possible opportunity and Sanji was having the time of his life, forgetting the endless lamentations of Luffy about the lack of meat.

After having climbed the rope, he discovered as planned the fencer sprawled out on the carpet on the floor of the crow's nest, visibly deeply settled in dreamland. The cook wondered how Zoro could rest in such an uncomfortable position then he remembered that the swordsman had the improbable ability to sleep everywhere to better recover.

Sanji hesitated to wake him up gently or more brutally. He didn't take long to decide and he approached with a calculating smile. He stepped over the swordsman without a sound and knelt without touching him to maintain the element of surprise. He knew Zoro had effective reflexes so he took every precaution to move his tee-shirt with his fingertips to have access to his pants.

The light touch made the swordsman's body shudder and the blond applied himself even more gently to freeing his garment. Satisfied, he then put his hand on his underwear at the level of his crotch and began to sensually move while grabbing his lips at the same time.

The swordsman awoke all at once, his eyes wide. He didn't take long to understand what was happening and he immediately closed his arms around the man above him, speeding up the pace of their kiss. The cook let himself be carried away by the passion of his lover and put his hand under his last garment, tightening his grip around his manhood that was growing in his hand. It increased the swordsman's desire.

Very soon, Zoro was panting to the rhythm of the motions as he was looking for more contact under the blond's shirt. Sanji also took advantage of the sensation and he played his tongue against the one of the fencer who finally tightened, grabbing the cook against him during his relief in a hoarse grunt.

Then the swordsman adjusted his gaze to the man above him, gasping for breath. The cook was staring at him with amusement. "Don't say I ruined your day this time!"

Zoro didn't reply, still too stunned by this delicious awakening. He didn't flinch when Sanji pulled away from him and stood up, yet to his deepest regret. "See you later, Marimo-kun!" The blond cheerfully said, heading for the trap door.

"These new pancakes are really good, Sanji!" His captain exclaimed, his mouth full during breakfast a few moments later.

"Yes, it's excellent!" Ussop agreed. "It's a new recipe?"

"Not really," The cook sai,. "I just added an ingredient that I had never thought of before."

"Oh? What is it?" Chopper asked with curiosity.

"I can't put my finger on it. It looks like a jam perhaps," Nami mused.

"Or a jelly," Robin added, "But I cannot say what fruit this is…"

"It's an ingredient I found this morning," The blond explained with a broad smile, "Because we have to pay attention to food, I use new recipes."

Facing him, the swordsman stopped his sleepy chewing and frowned.

"Can I have more?" Luffy begged.

"Take them. There are two left," The cook showed him.

"Awesome!" Luffy munched his pancakes, making a mess. He then tried to recover the crumbs around his mouth with his tongue with a greedy look. "It almost looks like honey, it sticks!" He laughed.

"You could say that," Sanji said, absentmindedly staring at the fencer as he went by. At these words, he saw Zoro choke on his own pancake and the remaining pieces fell on his plate. When he noticed that he was anxiously looking at Luffy, he suddenly understood the reason for his strange attitude and suppressed a laugh.

"You okay, Zoro?" The straw hat boy immediately asked him. "You don't want your pancake?" Luffy licked all his fingers one by one in front of the swordsman in the obvious expectation of getting the pieces back. Zoro turned white as a sheet.

"I think he doesn't want it any more, you can take it," The cook suggested with amusement. The captain threw himself onto his first mate's food and swallowed it in one bite without noticing his confusion.

A little later, the crew slowly left the room among the chatter while Sanji cleared the table. He watched as the swordsman heavily straightened up, still pale. Zoro then glanced at him even though they were now alone in the room.

The cook planted himself in front of him, a smile on his lips. "Do you really think I didn't wash my hands, marimo head?"

Zoro blushed and stammered something incomprehensible. Sanji burst out laughing and threw him a little pot after having opened a cupboard. "It's agave syrup, you pervert swordsman."

"It's your fault with your innuendos and what you did this morning…"

"Sure. You really have a dirty mind…"

The fencer put down the pot, grumbling in spite of his relief. Finally, he went to the door and left the blond laughing in his galley.

In the middle of the morning, Nami announced to the crew that they would reach the next island the next day, which delighted everyone. Luffy in particular shouted with glee at the thought of not being limited on the food again and the cook got carried away by his good mood, promising him a delicious lunch.

Sanji was dealing with his dishes for a while when he turned around to the sound of the opening door. He saw Zoro hesitate on the doorstep and frowned. "What do you want?"

"Nothin'."

"Nothing?" The blond repeated, on the defensive. "Nothing like a bottle? I already said to you th-"

"No."

The swordsman took a chair and sat in silence under the cook's puzzled gaze. Maybe he was still mad that he had made fun of him this morning? Finally, as Zoro wasn't moving, Sanji shrugged and continued his preparation.

He finely cut the onions and peppers before adding them to the chicken that was browning in the olive oil. Then he chopped the herbs before tasting the sauce and adding a hint of cinnamon. He also began to melt chocolate with a knob of butter for dessert. He had planned on making a black forest, a cake that Nami was particularly fond of. While thinking about his favorite navigator, the blond put the finishing touches to his homemade whipped cream before putting it in the fridge. He then turned off heat under his dish and covered it before chiseling new fresh herbs that he would set down at the last moment on the plates.

"Cook."

Oh. He actually had forgotten him.

"Hm?"

The swordsman had watched all the chef's motions. He was rarely taking the time to see him move in his true environment, his galley. His ease and dexterity indisputably placed him in his element, making him forget everything else. So Zoro had been able to observe him at his leisure.

When he had come in, the fencer had set his mind then he had paused. Usually, he didn't bother with niceties but this time, he had wondered if he wasn't overdoing it. Although their hobby was pleasant, it shouldn't become his main activity. So he had taken the time to sit down to restrain himself but seeing the blond fidgeting in front of him had got the better of his thoughts. It had been days since he and Sanji provoked each other and he was reaching his limit.

"I'm hungry."

The cook turned towards him, curious. The man was seriously staring at him. "It'll be ready in a whole twenty minutes."

Zoro stood up and Sanji watched him as he approached, more and more surprised.

"I'm hungry for you," The swordsman stated, planting himself a centimeter in front of him, perfectly serious.

"Oh…" Sanji hadn't seen it coming but this blunt invitation wasn't unpleasant. He glanced at his dishes before drawing his attention back to the swordsman, his steamy look never leaving him. "I still have the chocolate ganache's cake to make and…"

"You'll have time."

Sanji had doubts about it but the man's eyes in front of him completely hypnotized him. Zoro leaned forward to impatiently kiss him and the blond felt his last hesitation melt away like snow in the sun. "We're going to the aquarium, there's no way we ruin my preparations so close to meal time," He decided. The swordsman nodded, not caring about the place as long as he was getting what he wanted.

They were going towards the back door to stay as discreet as possible when Nami's voice rang out from outside. "Everybody on deck!"

The two men exchanged a look and Zoro sighed as the cook was already rushing towards the navigator. He quickly followed and found the rest of the crew. Outside, the wind had strengthened and the young woman had slipped into a raincoat. "I think we're gonna have a gust of wind, get ready!" She shouted at them.

Everyone nodded. The sky was clear but Nami's intuition was never wrong and they were still busy when they saw black clouds looming on the horizon.

In the end, the meal took place an hour later. The storm had quickly fallen to make room for simple gray clouds. Over the course of the afternoon, the weather stabilized on the next island's climate with a beautiful blue sky, bringing spring sunshine and a warm breeze. On this occasion, the cook wanted to treat his friends to an unexpected snack in the late afternoon. He could empty his stock since he would go shopping the next day.

"Round of ice cream!"

"Awesome!" The captain yelled, rushing to Sanji.

However, he was stopped in his tracks by the cook's foot in his stomach, taking his breath away. "Girls first, rude rubber!" The blond growled. He then turned towards the navigator and the archeologist who were resting in their deckchairs, a charming smile on his lips. "Ladies, let yourself be tempted by our many flavors. Pineapple and coconut for young girls looking for exoticism, red berries for passionate ones or classic dark chocolate for those who aren't afraid to go up in flames for strong aromas. All our flavors are livened up by homemade whipped cream, dark chocolate chips and raspberry coulis."

The girls had a smile to thank him and Nami chose the red berries while Robin took a pineapple-coconut bowl. The cook gave them a last charming glance before turning towards the boys who were drooling behind him.

"I want dark chocolate!" Luffy immediately exclaimed.

"Dark chocolate!" Brook blissfully repeated.

"I want red berries, please, Sanji!" Ussop begged.

"Me too!" Chopper asked.

"I'm all for chocolate," The cyborg said.

The blond finished his distribution by Zoro who had been dozing against the mast. Franky sat down a little further to think about a new gadget and Brook sat next to him to compose a new ballad on the icy flavors' theme that refreshed the body he no longer had.

"There's pineapple-coconut, marimo head," Sanji showed him, handing the bowl to the fencer.

"I don't like that," He grumbled, looking disgusted.

"Since when?" The cook wondered. "You usually eat all foods."

"When I have the choice, I have preferences and I don't like pineapple-coconut."

Sanji mumbled. He hated when his cooking was called into question but as a good professional, it was his duty to satisfy his guests. Even if it was this fool. "What kind of flavor do you like?" He wearily asked.

"Chocolate mint."

"Well… I should have known."

"Why?" The other asked, surprised.

"Because it's as green as your marimo head!" The cook sneered. He then burst into laughter and Zoro frowned. Sanji was feeling generous so he went away to his kitchen and made another bowl of ice cream. He shook his head in front of the raspberry coulis that wouldn't go that well with mint and took the time to melt some chocolate instead.

When he showed his ice cream to the swordsman, the man took it with his fingertips, still grumpy, and the blond frowned. He had totally remade a bowl for him, he could show some gratitude! "Don't look so glad, you bastard," He grumbled.

"Relax, it's just ice cream. You're not gonna cry about it, are you?" The fencer replied, delighted to regain the upper hand.

"Sanji, are there any other ice creams?" Luffy asked, smeared with chocolate.

"You've eaten enough sugar for today."

"Oh…" The straw hat boy spread over the grass of the deck not far from them and Chopper and Usopp soon joined him. The blond was now in a bad mood and he was watching the swordsman enjoy his ice cream with small bites, a smug look stuck on his face.

"You know what we need for the Sunny?" The captain suddenly asked his two friends next to him. "A swimming pool!"

"A swimming pool? But you can't even swim!" The sniper pointed out.

"An ice cream pool!" Luffy stated with determination.

"Oh, it would be nice!" The little reindeer imagined with delight, already closing his eyes.

"We could rest while being cool and as soon as we're hungry, hop, ice cream!" The captain explained.

"But it'd melt," Usopp reminded them, "It wouldn't last five minutes!"

"Franky will make a permanent cooler!" His captain exclaimed. "There'll be all the flavors we want! Right, Franky?!" The engineer vaguely nodded and Luffy took it for an approval when it was more likely that he didn't even hear his question.

The cook suddenly rushed towards his galley, a devilish smile on his lips. He had just had a genius idea to mess with the pseudo swordsman. He came back a few moments later, the remaining pineapple-coconut ice cream pushed into a cone and he innocently sat down in front of the fencer not far from his friends.

Luffy was still dreaming. "On one day, the pool will be filled with chocolate ice cream, then strawberry, then vanilla, then…" He went on listing all the ice creams' flavor of the Creation while Sanji quietly ate his own. Or rather, sensually licked his cone from Zoro's point of view in front of him. Besides, he was almost sure the blond was doing it on purpose to get revenge on his lack of politeness earlier. And it was working.

"We could make soft ice-cream days!" Chopper suddenly chimed in. "Double flavor!"

"Those are the best ice creams!" The gunner agreed. "A mouthful of vanilla. A mouthful of strawberry. Hmmm!"

Zoro held his breath as the blond was slowly moving his tongue over the length of the sorbet before swallowing the coconut tip, keeping his eyes on him. Was he dreaming or the cook was teasing him with ice cream in front of the whole crew?

What a…

"And you know what's even better?" Luffy excitedly carried on. "Whipped cream! It's as light as a cloud and it melts in the mouth!"

… Pervert.

The cook swallowed the ice cream all the way to the cone before removing it and licking his lips, his eyes still glued to his. The swordsman swallowed hard and gave him a burning look, only hoping that no one was looking in their direction.

"An ice cream's pool with whipped cream would be a dream," Chopper confirmed as the three friends sighed in unison.

Sanji let his tongue play around the ice cream and felt Zoro's blazing look on him. The tension had clearly stepped up a notch between them and he was glad they were outside. He stared at the man a few feet away and licked his ice cream again, eye-to-eye with the swordsman. As he was feeling Zoro tense, he firmly looked one last time at him before munching the sorbet, clearly severing it.

The fencer slightly jumped in front of him and Sanji gave him his best smile. Crestfallen, the swordsman moved against the mast.

The cook got up without glancing at him and picked up everyone's cups before washing them and happily tackling the evening meal. That would teach him to think that he could behave like a spoiled child with him!

Zoro had gone to train after the ice cream's episode and the cook didn't see him again until mealtime, which he decided to claim as victory. Yet during dinner, the swordsman sent him signs that couldn't be mistaken and his eyes full of challenge assured him that the game wasn't over yet.

Sanji was firmly waiting for him. If they had something in common, it was their desire to never submit to the other, whatever the subject was.

"You really thought you were gonna get away with that?"

The warm and smooth voice at his back gave Sanji a delicious shiver without even turning around. He continued to rinse the plate he was holding in his hands though, taking his time. The fencer had taken his, probably waiting for the Sunny to fall asleep and he heard him put his swords down against the wall before locking the door. The message was clear.

"What are you complaining about? You didn't like it?" The blond smirked.

"I'm still hungry. It's not worthy of a real cook," The swordsman said, coming closer.

Sanji finally turned around, a provocative smile on his lips. "It's because you're not the type to savor. You devour it right away but you'd appreciate it more by taking the time to enjoy every bite."

"If you know when to change the food, I'm sure I could enjoy myself."

"Never tell a chef how to do it. He decides what will be lucky enough to be on the menu."

The two lovers faced each other, their eyes sparkling. Neither of them wanted to lose the verbal duel they had started but their words were awakening their senses.

"And then, you'll come and tell me you don't have a dirty mind, huh?" The blond laughed.

"It must be said you know a lot about hints, damn pervert."

"I admit that seeing you imagine all I can do to you is a real pleasure."

Zoro stepped forward, smirking. "To think that until a short time ago, you wanted me to believe it wasn't your thing. You know how to keep your cards hidden…"

"I guess I thought I couldn't get anything out of your broccoli head."

The swordsman snickered. "You have a lot of nerve for turning me on like that earlier, cook. I intend to make you scream so that you regret it tonight."

"You'll be the one who'll beg me to finish you before dawn," The cook answered in the same tone.

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson, two-bit womanizer," Zoro whispered as he brutally brought him closer to him.

"Then what are you waitin' for, stupid swordsman? An engraved invitation?"

The fencer crossed in a flash the few inches that still stood between them, wildly throwing himself onto his lips and squeezing him up. In response, Sanji immediately put his hands under his tee-shirt and scratched his back to hold him. Zoro then went down his neck and pushed him against the nearest wall so that his hands could move on the rest of his body.

The cook was determined to not let himself be led and he resolved to use the hard way to achieve his ends. With a well-placed kick, he destabilized the swordsman who fell to the floor and before he could get up, he sat astride him while regaining possession of his lips.

Zoro had understood his intentions and he tried to use his strength to turn the tables. Sensing his motion, the blond moved his pelvis against his and their manhoods rubbed deliciously, stopping the fencer in his efforts, breathless. Sanji then secured his influence by taking his own shirt off and giving his chest to the eager hands of the swordsman while he was taking his tee-shirt off. In the process, he unbuttoned Zoro's pants and dropped them along with his underpants which he sent flying further as well as his boots.

The swordsman had only his bandana tied to his left arm left and the blond decided to keep it there, finding this picture rather erotic. The other man didn't flinch, focused only on his impatience, and Sanji finally slid his hand over his hardened manhood.

The cook had put away in the back of his brain his anxiety and embarrassment, too focused on his victory over the fencer's body and his irregular breathing. The swordsman was sensing what was going to happen and he didn't dare move. It was exactly what the blond wanted. He wanted Zoro to leave it to him to impose his own pace.

Sanji confidently stared into the feverish gaze of the swordsman and ran his tongue over his lips, defiant as hell. "Trust me, you'll never look at an ice cream the same way again, marimo."

The swordsman's eyes widened when he felt the cook's tongue lazily moving along his proudly erect member. He couldn't believe that Sanji was daring to stare at him in that posture, a challenging look deep into his eyes. He was gonna pay for it.

He tried to regain control by straightening to show him he wasn't that sensitive to his caresses but the blond closed his mouth all around him and Zoro fell backwards, out of action. "Bastard…" He felt a smile stretch the cook's lips and bit his tongue to leave him no other source of satisfaction.

"If you want me to stop, feel free to beg me," His lover laughed against his skin.

"I can tell you're a beginner," Zoro retorted, yet panting.

Sanji raised his eyebrows, a playful smile on his lips. He resumed his strokes with the tip of his tongue and added his hand to vary the pleasures. Despite his willpower to resist him, he felt that Zoro was tightening and his breathing was quickening. He then increased his motions and the swordsman's fingers sank into the floor to prevent him from completely losing face in front of the blond. The cook continued his actions until he felt the fencer bend against him. He then suddenly withdrew.

With a crazy look, the swordsman straightened up on one elbow and stared at him. Sanji gave him a huge innocent smile which supremely annoyed him. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He gasped, glaring at him.

"I'm having fun."

"Don't start this all over again!"

"That's up to you…"

"You can't do that!" Zoro fumed.

"Just say the word: please."

"Screw you!"

"As you wish."

"Asshole…" The fencer let himself fall to the floor again, greatly annoyed. The cook then began to draw small languorous circles with his fingertips on the swordsman's belly which was rising at a rapid pace. He increased his strokes and casually played with his manhood still hardened. Zoro could have blown him off or even gotten his things back and left but he obviously didn't have the strength. Or the desire.

"You have no right to do that," The swordsman muttered again.

"I have every right."

"You really are a bloody pervert…"

"One word." Sanji sensually licked the fencer's chest whose hips rose without meeting anything that could appease him. The blond then increased his motions and felt Zoro's hands crash hard on his shoulders. The swordsman had a lot of willpower but the cook was determined to win tonight's duel.

"Do it…" The fencer panted.

The cook continued to play lasciviously with his tongue on his chest while brushing against his hips and the breath of the swordsman stopped over him. "What were you saying?"

Zoro released his breath and bit his lips. Sanji took the opportunity to run his tongue along his overheated member and a hoarse grunt escaped him. "Dammit, do it!"

"Tell me the magic word…"

"Please… Do it…" The swordsman didn't have dignity anymore but he had no limit either. He wanted the cook to go all the way and release him from his torture by all means.

"See, it wasn't so hard, was it?

"Shut the fuck up now!"

The blond couldn't hold back his laughter but since he had given his word, he quickly put his mouth on Zoro's member again, covering it with small kisses before slowly playing with his tongue. Above him, all the muscles of the swordsman were tensing with each one of his breaths. When Sanji entirely wrapped it with his mouth, the fencer breathed out with relief, accompanying his motions with his hips faster and faster.

The position was far from comfortable for the cook but hearing Zoro lose control was worth it and he used his hand to stimulate him further as he was catching his breath. He wasn't sure how to get it right and being on his knees between the legs of the swordsman had been a little turnoff at first but in the end, he had quickly realized that he was in the best place to take power. Each jerky breath in, every motion of the fencer's body was depending on him. He then took advantage of it to twirl his tongue over the top and enjoyed the hoarse grunt he wrung out of the man above him. It definitely was more exciting than expected…

Suddenly, the swordsman's body violently tensed up and Sanji felt himself being torn out from his activity before his lover released himself on his own belly. As the fencer was catching his breath, his eyes closed, the blond stared at him, surprised. "You didn't want me to…"

"What, you would have wanted to?"

"Uh… No, I don't think so," The cook admitted, "I was just thinking you wouldn't do me any favors."

Zoro opened his eyes and turned to him. "You're gonna regret it, darts eyebrow. I'm gonna make you scream so much you'll have a loss of voice tomorrow morning."

Sanji responded to his provocation with a suggestive look. In reality, he was thinking that after this intensity, Zoro would slip into sleep without further ado but he clearly had underestimated the swordsman. Decidedly, none of them liked to lose…

The fencer got up and grabbed his tee-shirt, nonchalantly wiping his belly with it before flinging it on the worktop. Having also stood on his own two feet again, the blond followed his gesture with his eyes, displeased. "Don't throw it anywhere, you're still in the galley!"

"Don't try to change the subject. I'm gonna destroy you," The man retorted, bringing him closer to him and smirking. He ripped his bandana off and, completely naked, eagerly kissed the blond while letting his hands run across his white chest, leaving burning marks all along his skin. Sanji was probably expecting him to be as impatient as usual and he was determined to surprise him. Besides, thanks to his little treat, he could be calm now.

Against him, the cook was already starting to react. He was tightening his grip around the swordsman's body who ran his hand against his crotch to size up his degree of excitation. Satisfied, Zoro slowly unbuckled his belt while continuing his kisses on his mouth before going down to his collarbone.

Sanji was on guard. He knew the fencer had something in mind but he didn't know what and the apprehension was fighting with the delight that was gradually taking him over. Zoro was giving him wonderful shivers in the small of his back when he was just kissing him… Stupid swordsman, why was he so good at it? Yet the cook couldn't refuse this challenge because cowardice would be worse than defeat. He held a groan when he felt his lover's hands slowly massage his member while biting his left nipple. He tried to grab the wall behind him but he was too far away and reluctantly, he wrapped his arms around the swordsman's shoulders, pulling him even closer.

Zoro had finally got rid of the blond's pants and Sanji had taken care of his shoes and socks in a single motion. The swordsman was feeling him hurrying more and more against him, demanding a greater contact that he didn't want to express out loud.

That was the fencer's tactic. He was going to drive him so crazy that he would have nothing to demand and it would be Sanji who was going to stoop to ask him what he wanted. A mischievous smile on his lips, Zoro voluntarily rubbed his manhood against the one of his lover, wrestling a groan of frustration from him when the cook found that his underwear was still an obstacle between them. Carrying his strokes on his chest, the swordsman nibbled his neck before licking his ear lobe and going down to his neck.

Sanji was really hot now. Between his hands, his mouth and his crotch, Zoro seemed to cover his entire body, leaving him no rest to catch his breath and his senses. His crotch was seriously starting to hurt because of the friction too precarious and fast. Nevertheless, his lover wasn't moving on to the next thing, like he was determined to make him languish. "What are you waiting for, marimo?" He whispered.

"What, already?" The man quietly answered against his ear.

Already? The cook repeated in his head. He was turning him on for at least fifteen minutes now, he didn't want to move on? Zoro was still annoying him with his tongue on his neck and the blond had more and more trouble staying on his feet. When the swordsman lifted his hands up his belly to his nipples, Sanji felt his breathing speed up without him being able to do anything about it. He couldn't stay indefinitely like that, he wasn't going to hold…

He suddenly grabbed the fencer and dragged him to the bench of the room, still kissing him and feeling the excitement twisting his back. He lay down and Zoro followed the motion above him, kissing him more and going down to redraw his abdominal muscles with his tongue for long minutes.

Reaching an excited pitch, Sanji sat up again and slid his underwear over his legs under the mocking gaze of his shipmate. "You're a real virgin, stupid eyebrows."

"Shut up. I thought you were gonna make me scream, cactus head?"

"It'll come."

If only Zoro knew how right he was. Because when their manhoods met without the fabric barrier, the cook arched in a hoarse groan that sent chills to his torturer. The swordsman also had to make an effort to control himself, his excitement coming back at full speed in the last few minutes. However, he was feeling that the blond was coming to the end of his patience and that he would soon give his pride up.

Indeed, Sanji was losing himself in feelings. They overwhelmed him before sending him to a new wave. He was controlling less and less his sighs and groans to which Zoro answered by redoubling his efforts. He knew what the fencer was waiting for. That he snaps. And he felt he would soon reach his breaking point but he wanted more. "Zoro…"

The swordsman lifted his head from his chest, a smile on his lips. "What do you want?" He whispered.

"You know very well what I want," The cook grumbled.

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to be hurt this time," Zoro said, falsely worried.

"Don't piss me off, idiot! I say I'm ready!"

"All right…" Zoro hid his broad smile against the quivering belly of his lover. If Sanji thought his ordeal was over, he would soon realize his mistake…

He slid a finger towards his bottom which actually had no difficulty in going in. The second one was more laborious but also engendered more pleasure for his partner who was panting harder and harder. The swordsman moved inside, for once taking the time to properly prepare him in order to accentuate his exaltation and finally, he found what he was looking for. The blond's cry of surprise gave him his victory and he began to aim at his tender spot, sending the cook in the seventh heaven at full speed among shameless moans he didn't even try to hide.

The state of his lover was seriously starting to drive him crazy and the swordsman sighed with relief when Sanji's hand stopped him and his wild gaze fell on him. "Hurry the fuck up," The blond hoarsely whispered.

Zoro didn't try to make the suspense last any longer and he penetrated him all at once, yet stopping to give Sanji the time needed to get used to his presence and for the inevitable pain to ease. Seizing his lips to relax him more quickly, he felt the blond dig his nails into his shoulders before encouraging him to move with small motions of his hips. The race for release was now launched but the swordsman wasn't forgetting his promise and he moved until he found his lover's weakness.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure and amazement that his partner was giving him with this motion, the cook fell backwards while Zoro was steadying his hold on his hips, making him suffocate with every thrust.

The swordsman was feeling Sanji tensing up more and more regularly around him, threatening him to make him lose control. However, he couldn't flinch before the cook did and he leaned toward his hot body to grab his manhood, going back and forth. The blond straight away arched his back and gripped the fencer's forearms, his breathing jerky and his moans uninterrupted. A few seconds later, he released himself between their sweaty bodies and Zoro joined him two thrusts later, collapsing on him.

They granted themselves a good minute of silent recovery before Sanji spoke again. "Shit… What was that about?" He whispered, still out of breath.

Zoro pulled back and rolled to the side against the wall. A satisfied smile on his lips, he watched him, resting on one elbow. "That was the proof I can make you scream like a girl."

"You're one to talk, moss head. You just begged me earlier!"

"It was beginner's luck…"

"Still, we're at 3-1 today," The blond pointed out with a mocking smile, grabbing his cigarettes with his fingertips.

"3-1?"

"Three times for you, only one for me. I may be the rookie but I'm not the one who can't hold back."

Zoro said nothing more but he resolved to go back to balance as soon as possible.

"On the other hand, I must admit you've gotten better," The cook thoughtfully said, blowing his smoke.

The swordsman was immediately happy again. "If you're good, I might consider doing this again one of these days," He sneered.

"In your dreams. It's you who's gonna get it next time."

The fencer frowned and Sanji finished his cigarette before slowly putting it out without noticing his agitation. A new silence enveloped them and the blond was being sucked into sleeping. "I think I'm gonna sleep here," He mumbled.

"Do what you want but it would be weird if someone turns up out of the blue."

"Dammit…" Sanji wriggled free of the bench. To think that he still had to wash before going to bed… He straightened up and feebly tried to put on his clothes.

For his part, Zoro didn't bother to dress and after picking his things up, he quietly left the room, his clothes in one hand and his swords in the other.

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