A/n: I am sooooo sorry for the super late update.. I've been working on a new extremely angsty ZoSan story that fuels my sadistic nature to the extreme... It's called Cycle of Death and is a series of two-shots about how Zoro keeps dying and coming back to life and the extreme feelings of happiness and depression Sanji has to go through on a daily basis. I've only updated one chapter so far but Imma update the next one soon. Al of y'all go take a look at that if you're a fan of Sanji torture or plain ol' angsty ZoSan!

Alright so to make up for the laaaaaaaaate update, here's some very yummy ZoSan smut.

Warning- may cause extreme nosebleeds or the like, therefore caution is highly advised.

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Chapter 31

When Sanji opened his eyes, it was to a startlingly pleasant sight.

He was lying on his back – from the soft feel against his palms, he figured on grass – and was staring at the midnight sky, scattered with billions of stars.

It wasn't an unknown sight to him, but rather a favorite, as he spent long hours of midnight watches on the deck of Sunny while they sailed on the Grandline.

But it did surprise him that he was staring at the familiar, peaceful sight at that moment, when he was sure he was supposed to be doing something else.

Something important, his mind reminded him.

As he frowned up at the expanse of stars twinkling down at him, his brain flitting through vague memories, he wondered suddenly where he was and what he had been doing.

He sat up with a jolt, twisting his head around almost 180˚, as he tried to place where he was. Seeing nothing but darkness around him, he started to panic and began to blindly feel around himself, stretching and twisting in ever which way.

Suddenly, his hands came to rest on something extremely warm and rather hard. There was an exclamation of surprise at suddenly being hit and in barely a moment, Zoro had Sanji on his back again, his face inches away and snarling.

Zoro's face seemed to reflect the same surprise Sanji felt and after a moment, the swordsman moved off of the blond and sat cross-legged beside him, running a hand through his hair in irritation.

"The hell is wrong with you, stupid cook? I almost sliced you up, thinking you were an enemy."

When Sanji didn't reply for a while, Zoro turned to snap at him, but paused at the bewildered expression on Sanji's face.

"Where are we?"

"Hah?"

"Where are we?"

Zoro looked down at the blond like he had completely lost it and voiced the same. "Have you lost it curlicue? Whadya mean where are we? We're on board Sunny obviously, where else could we possible be?"

Lying back down, he turned his back to the blond and muttered an annoyed, "Bloody pervert and his fucking dreams."

The answer, instead of making Sanji feel better, served to do the exact opposite. Now the man felt even more confused, as he tilted his head and looked around, finally able to make out the shape of Sunny around him.

Sanji stared at Zoro's back and wondered briefly why the two of them were lying outside on the grass. When he prodded the swordsman awake to ask him the same, Zoro grunted in annoyance and waved his hand wildly, like he was hoping he'd hit Sanji by accident.

"Because you asked me to join you, dumbfuck! What shitty game are you playing, hah?"

Sanji frowned down at Zoro and opened his mouth to snap back at him, but Zoro suddenly lurched forward and crushed his mouth against Sanji's, knocking the two of them backwards.

Sprawled awkwardly under Zoro, Sanji struggled for a moment, trying to get the man off, but to no avail. Zoro used the brief scrambling to force Sanji's mouth open and shove his tongue inside.

Sanji gasped involuntarily and froze, unable to properly comprehend the chain of events currently occurring. Zoro's impatient grunt against his mouth brought Sanji back from his daze and the blond engaged the other man in a clash of tongues.

Sanji pushed his chest against Zoro's, causing the latter to rise a little, so he could position himself properly, and Zoro used that moment of distraction to lock Sanji's arms on either side of his head and pulled back, their untangling mouths coming apart with a slick sound.

Zoro looked down at Sanji with a triumphant grin and the blond struggled against Zoro's holds, growling up at him.

"Feisty, aren't we," Zoro rumbled, causing Sanji's breath to catch in his throat.

He could do nothing more than let out a breathy moan, as Zoro attached his mouth to the side of Sanji's neck, sucking furiously.

"Oi! Wha—stop you idiot! You'll leave a mark!"

Sanji struggled against Zoro, but the other man was far too burly and had Sanji completely pinned under him. Zoro simply hummed against Sanji's throat and licked the now red skin, causing the blond to shiver.

Sanji barely opened his eyes, as he looked up at Zoro through his lashes. Zoro smirked down at him, his eye flashing, as he leaned in and continued to lick down Sanji's throat.

This time, Sanji very nearly constrained the moan that threatened to escape his lips, as he threw his head back, baring his throat at Zoro. The swordsman growled in satisfaction and nipped at Sanji's collarbone, taking the blond by surprise and causing him to groan loudly.

Zoro rose slightly, his eyes dancing with amusement, as Sanji slapped his hands to his mouth, his face colouring furiously. Zoro snorted and used the opportunity to snap Sanji's shirt open, now that the blond's arms were out of the way and he wasn't trying to push Zoro off.

Sanji squeaked when he saw a button fly aside from the sheer amount of force Zoro had used to rip his shirt open and yelled in a strangled voice, "That was an expensive shirt, you bastard!"

Zoro ducked his head and whispered against Sanji's now uncovered chest, "Well it's too bad for the shirt, but it was in the way."

Sanji shivered at the way Zoro's lips vibrated against his sensitive skin as he spoke. He mumbled incoherently and tossed his head to the side, raising the back of his hand to his mouth.

Zoro grinned savagely as he said in a low voice, "All out of fight, are we?"

"Fuck you, shitty Marimo," Sanji muttered against his hand, his entire body growing hot from embarrassment – and he would rather die than admit it, anticipation.

Zoro's grin only widened, as he continued with his ministrations, now reaching the blond's nipples.

"Ho," he breathed against the pink nub, causing it to go erect from his hot breath.

"Wh-What," Sanji demanded, but Zoro simply bit down on the nipple, hard.

Sanji howled loudly, from the sudden mixture of pain turned to pleasure and the heat from his face seemed to zoom down to his nether regions, as he clutched Zoro's spiky green hair and tried to pry him off.

That only seemed to increase the problem, because Zoro chomped down harder, causing Sanji to fall back, his entire body trembling from the sheer amount of concentration the blond was using to keep himself from climaxing.

Zoro, of course, decided to use that moment of helplessness to his benefit. He twisted Sanji's other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and Sanji began to thrash under him, throwing his head from side to side, blubbering and gurgling incomprehensibly.

Furiously pleased from his success of turning Sanji into a moaning mess, he quickly began nipping and suckling his way down, as his hands skillfully removed the blond's belt and pushed down his pants.

Sanji seemed to have a last bit of sense left in him, because he gasped down at Zoro, "Don't tear my pants!"

Obviously annoyed that Sanji wasn't incapable of speaking already, Zoro tore off the pants, tossed it in a pile beside his swords and haramaki – causing Sanji to whimper, as he raised his head to eye his precious clothing mournfully – and pushed his coat off his shoulders, letting it pool around his waist.

He grabbed the tent in Sanji's boxers and squeezed, causing the blond to throw his head back and let out a strangled groan. Satisfied that Sanji wouldn't be talking any time soon, Zoro slowly extricated Sanji's extremely hard and dripping cock from his boxers and bent down, looking up at Sanji, simply to see his reaction.

When the pressure around his groin was gone, Sanji had tilted his head to the side, his chin touching his shoulder, as he looked down at Zoro with heavily lidded eyes.

Zoro raised his eyebrows, as if asking if Sanji was going to challenge what he was about to do, but the blond just shifted, so he could look at Zoro better and panted in response.

Taking that as an answer to continue, Zoro ducked his head and nudged the tip of Sanji's leaking cock with his tongue. The hard organ seemed to pulsate and Zoro angled his head, running the tip of his tongue along the side of Sanji's length, sending ripple after ripple of sheer pleasure through the cook.

By the time Zoro had drawn his tongue teasingly around Sanji's length, he could tell the man was extremely close to climaxing.

"Oi, oi, not so fast," Zoro growled, as he clamped his fist around the base of Sanji's cock, blocking his means of reaching orgasm.

Sanji bit down on his fist, his entire body twitching and quivering from being deprived of the one thing he really needed. He moaned loudly, and Zoro glanced up in surprise, as the moan almost sounded pleading. He cocked his head to the side and an almost feral grin spread across his face.

"What's that, cook? You have something to say?"

Sanji shook his head, his damp blond locks falling across his forehead, making his single, visible, crystal blue eye that much clearer.

"He~h.. are you sure about that?"

Sanji whimpered and brought his chin down, in a single nod.

Zoro's eye flashed evilly and he used his other hand to start pumping Sanji's hard-on, making sure his fist was tight around the base.

At this point Sanji was convulsing uncontrollably, his head thrashing from side to side, as strangled moans and groans and screams escaped his lips. He was gasping and panting, his face contorted from the pain of being unable to find release and from the unbelievable pleasure that was coursing through his veins and turning every coherent thought to mush.

He reached out toward Zoro, his arm jerking and twitching as the swordsman was just out of his grasp and he bit out forcefully, his words coming out as a pathetic sob, "St—plea—I can't—"

The whole time, Zoro was watching him with that wild fire blazing in his eyes. He plunged his pumping fist so that it hit his other hand with a smack and then pulled it back up just as swiftly, removing it completely from Sanji's length.

Sanji howled, as he threw his head back, his back arching and his eyes rolling into his head. Zoro licked his lips, his breaths coming out as forced pants and he bent over the blond, his mouth just beside Sanji's ear, his hot breath tickling the extremely sensitized skin, causing goose bumps to break out all over the blond's body.

"You ok there, curlicue?"

Sanji's entire body buckled with a jolt, his Adam's apple bobbing frantically. He gasped and gurgled, unable to speak, his nails clawing Zoro's back and neck, digging painfully into his skin, drawing blood. The swordsman hissed and nipped at Sanji's earlobe, causing the other to scream and fist Zoro's hair, nearly pulling it out of his scalp. Zoro winced at the sharp pain that had caused and rumbled low in his throat. Sanji continued to thrash underneath him, tears and snot now mixing with the sweat, as he continued to scream and howl, the sound almost deafening to Zoro's sharp ears.

The swordsman growled and squeezed the fist that was still clamped around the base of Sanji's length, causing the other man's breath to hitch and his back to arch so high, he was literally bent in half.

"Fuck.."

Zoro closed his one good eye and rested his forehead against the now damp grass beside Sanji's head, his other hand pumping his own hard-on, as he gasped slightly and trembled. Sanji continued to writhe and squirm under Zoro, his nails clutching to the swordsman's back for dear life.

"Fuck," Zoro hissed as he finally pulled away his hands, bringing them to press, palm down, on either side of Sanji.

The pressure that was preventing him from climaxing finally gone, Sanji screamed, as he pulled his knees up and clasped them around Zoro's waist; his shoulders rising up, as he would his arms around Zoro's neck and pressed his forehead into the crook of Zoro's collarbone, whimpering as he finally reached release.

Zoro leaned back slightly at the suddenness at which Sanji rose up, having to balance both their weight on one arm, as he pressed the other against the small of Sanji's back, keeping him in place as the man shuddered through his orgasm. Zoro came a second later, he could feel the heat spurting onto both their bare chests, mingling with their sweat and Sanji's sperm. His head fell forward and he panted, his heart pounding in his ribcage, as he cursed himself for reaching climax so soon.

It wasn't his fault though, as images of Sanji writhing and moaning underneath him flashed across his mind; those glazed cerulean orbs watching him with so much concentration; those moans that were too loud to be smothered by the back of his hand; the way his damp, golden locks clung to his burning face; the crazed look in his eyes; it had been too much for Zoro's aching groin.

He was snapped out of his reverie when Sanji nuzzled his throat and slowly lay back, pulling Zoro down on top of him. The blond mumbled incoherently, a peaceful expression overcoming his features. Zoro had a sudden urge to brush the hair from Sanji's forehead and he followed through the impulse, his jaw setting and heat rising to his face.

Sanji smiled lopsidedly and made himself comfortable, draping his arms around Zoro as the swordsman shifted onto his side. Zoro watched him through a lidded eye, even as Sanji's breathing deepened and his shoulders relaxed, his swollen, pinkish lips parting with a satisfied sigh.

Sanji felt Zoro's arm tighten around his waist and his couldn't help the twitch of his lips, at the feeling of extreme comfort and security that washed over him. It had been so long since he felt that level of peace and tranquility, so long, that he couldn't even remember the last time he let himself relax so thoroughly and let go so completely.

Something flashed across his tired, satiated mind; a streak of silver, a flash of blood red, a high-pitched cackling laugh…

Sanji felt himself jolt awake, the suddenness of it causing his head to throb painfully. It took him a moment to let his swimming vision refocus and he was sitting upright, a shiver running through him, cold and full of dread.

He looked down at a muttering Zoro, his brows furrowed in his sleep, as he mumbled something about perverted blonds with blue eyes. And abruptly Zoro's form started to fade out, like he was nothing more than an illusion, a sad attempt to make the unreal, real.

It was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on his head, completely freezing every bit of anything warm or good that he had felt. His heart beat almost painfully in his chest and he clutched at the skin over his heart, his nails digging into it.

His eyes widened, yet the darkness grew more profound, his vision cleared, yet everything was being swallowed by the blackness. Soon, he was sitting all alone; naked, vulnerable, terrified; the only sight he could see was pitch black, the only sound he could hear was a high, ringing laugh, full of malice and hate.

He curled himself into a ball, unsure of whether his eyes were open or close, as all he could see was blackness. There was no heat, no cold, no hardness, no softness, no feeling, no emotion… except fear… a deep, paralyzing fear… fear of the unknown… fear of the black void… fear of being all alone…

He was so consumed by his fear, that he didn't notice the pale dot of light that was steadily growing stronger, growing nearer… the emotionless laughter filled every crevice of his head, like the sound of someone scratching their nails against a blackboard… but there was another sound… growing louder… growing steadier… he recognized the single word the voice was saying… he knew it… he was familiar with it… it defined him, his very existence… a growing familiarity in the black unknown… the warmth from the golden light and the familiar word…

"Sanji!"

A/n: Hiiiiiii! Ok, first off, this is the frst time (I think) I'm writing a whole chapter (almost) of proper, detailed sexy time. All information has been gathered from other fanfics and manga, so if there are things that are.. i dunno.. somehow off or something, ignore it orz.

Second, I can totally and completely picture Zoro as being extremely sadistic during sex and torturing Sanji as thouroughly as possible, but also being uncharacteristically affectionate after. It's a side of Zoro that no one actually sees and I really want Sanji to be the one to bring it out of his awkward, shy, stupid little self. -cries- HES SO CUTE I CANT EVEN-

ANNYWAAAy moving on from my excessive fangirling... yes there is another plot twist. I cant help it ok! It just happens! Its like the plot twist decides it'll happen before I decide it'll happen! #WriterThings

Sooooooo yeah... next chapter will make things more clear. I just decided to go with the plot twist because , as I mentioned in the previous chapter's A/n, I was very dissatisfied about the lack of ZoSan smut in here. Like seriously. So there you goo ZoSan sexy time because we all love it and they love it and the world loves it -laughs maniacally-

I think I'll make next chapter somewhat similar to this, except a Zoro version of it ufufufufufufufu~

Again, REVIEW PLEEEEAAAAASEEEEEEE even if its to tell me I suck, Idc but jussssttttt reeeviiieeeewwwwww!

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