Ch. 14
Nami smiled to herself, feeling proud and accomplished. She wasn't sure if a little lock and a crate of cannon balls could keep the two locked up tight in the galley, but it certainly was worth a shot. She just hoped they didn't kill each other, and that they would actually come to a truce, or better yet, get back together. The rest of the crew depended on those two.
She tossed the galley key into the air, moving fast to catch it when it sailed out of her reach. Who knew? Maybe her plan would work. They'd beat the crap out of each other, relieve their frustrations, talk it out and everything would be back to normal. Well, as normal as it ever was with those two.
She put a skip in her step to quicken her pace after checking the position of the moon for the time. She was meeting Luffy in her cabin again, and she didn't want to make her lover wait. He might get bored and break something. But she wanted to be with him more than she wanted to keep her room intact. Seeing Zoro and Sanji's complicated relationship made her appreciate the simplicity of the one she and Luffy had, and afraid that it may one day change from love and sex to hate and fights.
She hid the key on the top of the door frame to be safe. Hurriedly, she ran a hand through her hair, trying to smooth down fly-aways and comb out the knots that had formed since she's last brushed. She smoothed down her skirt and straightened her T. Like Luffy cared about how her clothes looked, being more interested in what the fabric hid.
Taking a deep breath, she went inside, closing the door behind her.
"Hey," Luffy's voice came from the bed, octaves lower than his normal voice and a thousand times more sexy. She shivered, feeling a needy throb between her thighs. She walked over to him, finding his body warm and naked as she sat down beside him. Without a word he pulled her into his lap, pushed her panties aside and plunged into her. She gasped, feeling the usual pleasure intensify as it shot through her whole body as he grabbed her hips and pumped into her, building a slow, leisurely rhythm. He kissed her just as slowly, taking his time to run his hands up her sides, down her back, across her hips.
Eventually, Nami's body began quaking, pleasure starting to climb higher and faster with each thrust. Luffy's fingers became tight on her hips. They came together, gripping each other as they rode out their orgasms. Panting and satisfied, they fell back onto the mattress, hugging each other tight.
Nami laid her head on Luffy's chest, tracing a short scar from one of the many fights he'd been in. The shape of the scar was jagged and familiar. He must have gotten it in the fight with Arlong. She remembered how determined everyone had been to free her, how many times they'd all risked their lives. All those things Luffy had said, all the promises he'd made her. That had been so sweet. She'd fallen for him right there. When the fight had ended, and Luffy pushed aside the rubble of Arlong Park and stood tall before the crowd, crying out that promise to her, all she wanted to do was get to him and kiss him. She'd changed her mind all the last minute and gave him a high-five instead. She wanted to suppress her love for him as long as it was unrequited. A pirate ship was no place for love.
But then Luffy took her aside one night, put his hands on her shoulders and told her how he felt. She almost broke down in tears, she was so happy. She threw herself into Luffy's arms, accepting his embrace and kiss eagerly.
She wanted this bliss to last forever, wanted this love to outlast time. But with so much malice weighing down the hearts of her nakama, she realized that not even their love was safe-guarded or perfect. Any relationship is fragile. They could fall apart anytime.
Luffy's heartbeat was beginning to slow as adrenaline left him, but she could still feel it pound as she traced the scar, the mark itself pulsing to the beat. She loved him so much. How could she have doubts?
She looked up at him, meeting his dark chocolate eyes and a small grin. It was like he knew exactly what she was thinking, and was amused by the thought of them ever splitting up.
"How long will you love me, Luffy?" the girl asked quietly, trying not to look sad or desperate as she spoke. Maintaining eye contact was an effort, with her emotions in a panic and Luffy acting so calm.
His smile didn't falter, nor did he look confused or distressed that she was asking such a question. Instead he took his hand and stroked her hair, whispering, "'Till all the seas dry up." His fingers moved to her chin and he gently pulled her closer, kissing her softly. "Promise."
Nami smiled, reassured. She laid her head back on his chest, listening to the heart that would always belong to her. After all, Luffy always kept his promises.
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Sanji brought a cigarette to his mouth, a growing sense of unease building inside him as he took out his lighter. He risked a glance in Zoro's direction; the swordsman was still as tense as he had been five minutes ago, his hip still propped against the table, arms still crossed and gaze still burning into the floor. He'd been that way for half an hour already. There was nowhere else he could be. The door was locked from the outside, and Sanji refused to let him kick it down. Not only would Usopp shit a brick, he'd said, he'd make Zoro help with any repairs. Zoro had grunted disdainfully and moved to the table. Both have been silent since, keeping their thoughts to themselves.
Whatever Zoro was thinking, it was likely more violent and painful than what Sanji was contemplating. He was wondering what happened to Nami. While he did have a sneaking suspicion that she set them up, he was too gentlemanly to question Nami's intentions. He had to believe that whatever she was planning was for the best.
He held the cigarette between two fingers and flicked the ashes into the sink, blowing out a cloud of smoke through his nostrils. "You never told me," he said quietly, ponderously. Zoro finally looked up at him, but his features were confused. "Told you what?"
"Why you're here."
Zoro groaned. I thought I'd be helping Nami out with something, but I guess she just set me up."
It hurt a little to hear his suspicions said a loud. The atmosphere after that was less awkward and angry, negative feelings being directed at Nami now instead of each other. And yet, Sanji still felt uneasy just standing there smoking. But what did you say to an angry person who hated you?
"I don't want to spend all night here with you," Zoro continued, looking a little angry again.
"Suck it up. You're not gonna kick the door down."
"I'm not saying I'll kick it off its hinges. Just break the lock."
"No. Not unless you want to buy a new lock for me." Hit him where it hurt.
The hopeful gleam in Zoro's eyes vanished, only to be replaced with a look of deep contemplation. Sanji sighed. Why was he put through such tortures? Did some higher power have it in for him? Most likely so.
It was hard not to think of the night they'd shared, especially with nothing else to occupy his thoughts. He knew the only reason that night had ever happened was because of the Lust Potion's influence over the both of them, but he just couldn't convince himself that it wasn't all his fault. He could've fought harder against Zoro's charms, but instead he gave in easily, almost willingly. And to him, that was a crime in itself.
It had ruined whatever type of relationship the two men had had, just when Sanji was starting to like Zoro. It probably ruined any chance for any other relationship they might ever have, and it was all Sanji's fault.
Now that he was thinking hard about it, he couldn't get it out of his head. Any of it. All of it came back to him; the way their bodies had molded together, the feeling of Zoro's lips on his skin, the whole of him filling him up. But he couldn't forget the anger in the man's eyes when he woke the next morning. He wanted to know what Zoro thought of him now, if he was still angry. He was afraid of what the swordsman would say, just a little apprehensive. What if Zoro would never get over it and hate Sanji forever?
He chanced it anyway.
Taking a deep, undetected breath, he put out his cigarette and turned to Zoro. "Hey, marimo," he said, trying a casual tone, but finding his voice a little strained.
"What?" Zoro's eyes were on him again, appraising him openly.
The chef cleared his throat, leaning back against the counter in an attempt to be totally aloof. "I'm going to feel really weird around you until I say this, so I'm just going to spit it out." he paused to get a quick glance at his one-night lover. "Just forget everything that happened the other night. I'll do the same and then things will go back to normal."
Zoro smirked.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing," Zoro said, obviously a lie from the way he smiled. He pushed off from the table and took a few steps towards Sanji, all the while smirking at some untold joke. "It's just that I've come to like those memories. I'd rather not forget them, if you don't mind."
Sanji's eyes narrowed angrily. "What the hell are you saying?"
Zoro crossed his arms, looking bored as he took two steps forward. "I'm just saying I don't want to forget all that. I mean, what kind of man would I be if I forget the best sex of my life?" One more step closer.
Sanji blinked incredulously. "What did you-?"
"Okay, yeah, I admit you're a great fuck. At least, better than a lot of hookers," he added in a distracted murmur. "And you cost way less, too."
"I-I," the cook stammered nervously. This was not how Zoro should be acting. Yelling, cursing, and throwing things. That's what Sanji was used to. He was not accustomed to Zoro telling him he was good in bed. "I'm not sure I understand."
Zoro moved suddenly, putting his hands on the counter on either side of Sanji, caging him in. He moved in close so the blonde couldn't push his away. He tried to escape anyway, but found himself trapped, no way out on either side. He cursed, but Zoro smiled.
"You're pretty stupid if you can't understand when someone tells you turn them on."
Sanji gasped audibly, feeling Zoro's hips push against his own, erection pressing hard into is pelvis. His hands shot out and flattened against Zoro's chest, intent on pushing him away. Instead he fisted the fabric of his course white T-shirt, loosing himself to desire.
"You like that?" Zoro asked softly, rocking his hips gently, making Sanji moan involuntarily. The blonde shook his head, trying to keep a hold on his self control. "Okay," the swordsman pondered, not intimidated with Sanji's reluctance in the least. "So what if I do this?" He took his hands from the counter and placed them on Sanji's hips, pulling him hard against him and grinding down.
The breath left Sanji in a hurry, feeling Zoro hard and ready against him making his own member respond eagerly. He screwed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the pleasure that started shooting through him, trying to pretend he was disgusted, not turned on.
He felt Zoro's lips on his ear and he nearly melted.
"You ruined me, Sanji," the bushido whispered harshly, warm breath making gooseflesh break out across Sanji's skin. "I never thought about love or emotions until now." His hands slipped into the chef's pants, fingers cold against hot skin. "I won't stop until I've ruined you."
Sanji's lips quivered as he took in the words, what they meant. He slowly smiled. "Fine. We can ruin each other. Sounds fair."
Zoro stopped, looking into Sanji's one visible eye as it opened. Cold blue met even colder green, and his hands ran up to cup Zoro's chin, pulling his face closer until their foreheads touched. "Just know that I'll ruin you again and again and again."
Zoro smiled, whispering against his chef's lips, "I look forward to it." He moved in for a kiss, pulling Sanji close to him, moaning when the cook kissed back energetically, with no hesitance at all. He picked him up and set him on the counter, making quick work of his pants and pulling them off as Sanji took care of his. In one quick movement Sanji wrapped his legs around Zoro's waist, slid off the counter and slammed onto him, moaning loudly as they became one. Zoro held him against the wall, thrusting in and out until they cried out with their simultaneous climax.
They slid to the floor, wrapped in each other's arms, tired and heavy but satisfied. Sanji sighed, resting his forehead on Zoro's shoulder, revealing in the pleasure that consumed him. He couldn't believe it for a second, maybe two, maybe three, but as the pleasure faded and his senses returned, he couldn't help but smile. Who would've thought the night would end like this, with such a perfect closing. He hugged Zoro tight, never wanted to let go.
"Promise you'll ruin me again, too."
Zoro sat there for many seconds, just breathing softly as time ticked by. As the timer drew close to twenty seconds of silence, he nodded.
"Yeah. Promise."
Sanji smiled, feeling a giant weight leave his chest. It was such a relief hearing, knowing, that Zoro would always be there, if not with love then with sex, waiting for him, ready for him. And one never knew when love decided to stir up. He still had many things to look forward to.
~~The end.
Yes, I know, so much flaming will follow! Why end it here, why not continue? Well, I will say that I'm thinking about making a really sexy Epilogue. So you might have something to look forward to, too. Anyway, I'm wondering why I named this story Rapt instead of Ruined. Haha, which sounds better? Oh, and how do you say that? Rapt? Is it pronounced like Wrapped, or Raped? Because I have Rapt written on the notebook I wrote it in, and taking it to school I found my classmates are much more stupid that I thought they were. They looked at the cover and said, "Raped? What kind of story is that?" (well, you all know what kind) But I decided to finish it this weekend so I don't have to worry about that anymore, caz some of those people don't know how the hell to be quiet and nearly YELLED it, attracting the attention of a few very strict teachers.
And how'd you like the LufNam at the beginning? I thought I'd add that in to make up for being a bitch to Nami in the last chapter. I know one person who will really love me for writing it. : D At least I hope so.
Who loves me for not making a crappy pun at the end? I kind of wanted to, but I couldn't think of anything. Ooohhh...I should say something really cool and important, but I can't think of anything. Check out some of my other stories, once I write some. Hopefully chapter one will be up soon for that new one. I won't say anything about it, caz I want it to be a surprise.
Love you all! 3