REWRITTEN!
A big thanks to LunaticV for beta-reading this chapter ^o^ Thank you~! –hug-
Taste of bittersweet Disaster
-A One Piece fan fiction
By Crystalbluefox
What is it there brings us together?
What is it there rips us apart?
Where is the time for love?
And why can't we stay in that time?
Please hold me,
And never let go of me!
22. Chapter
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Kiss me, Love me, Hold me
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The next morning, they set sail after making a last restock. Luffy announced that they should throw a party just to celebrate them all, and no one asked questions. The reason was simple: It was just Luffy being Luffy.
As Anna awoke, refreshed from her almost coma-like-nap, she hurried to heal the rest of Sanji's leg, saying pardon for letting him run around with such a wound for such a long time.
As Zoro sat watching her work, it was no wonder the cook had been limping the way he'd done. The wound was partially healing, and not as deep as he'd remembered. Though still the size of a whiskey-bottle. Sipping from his bottle of booze, he watched as she clapped her hands, concentrated, and then opened them again, turning both palms over the gash. Light illuminated from both balms, as whatever the heck happened, started to close the wound, not too painless.
"Fuck!" the blond chef cursed, grounding his teeth. Nails dug into the wood of the stool, as he clearly did his best not to voice his pain too much. Zoro took another mouthful of whisky, before the bottle were torn out of his hands, almost getting it all over himself. He was about to protest, but the cook had already downed half of it. For him to drink that kind of alcohol at this time of the day, it must've hurt like a bitch, so Zoro kept his mouth shut, as he watched the remnants quickly disappear.
"Oi! You're going to get yourself drunk like that." He pointed out. He got a glare in return, before the cook downed the last of it, and tossed the empty bottle back.
"Keep the rest." Sanji hissed, seeming to take the pain a bit easier now.
Zoro grumbled. That ass-cook.
"There!" Anna announced tiredly, as she finished her work. Amazingly there were no traces left of ever being a wound there to begin with. Kinda of a miracle.
"So now it's all good?" The cook asked, trying his leg as he stood.
"As good as new."
"Hm." Were all he said, before stretching it, and suddenly send it Zoro's way, taking him by surprise. Zoro were send flying out the infirmary, crashing right into their goofing captain out at the deck. Both Chopper and Usopp screamed at the sudden attack. Getting the laughing rubberkid off of him, who for some reason thought it was fun to be send tumbling across the deck, were almost imposible.
"Argh! Get the hell off me already, Luffy!" Zoro roared frustrated as the long limbs wouldn't let go off him. Luffy only cackled with joy. That idiot! "You!" Zoro pointed out, as the cook emerged from the infirmary, lighting himself one of his cancersticks, as he nonchalantly looked over the deck. "The fuck was that about, you fucking ass!" Zoro roared, glaring at the smirking cook, whom only shrugged.
"Had to test my leg."
"I'll be testing your spine, while I break it!" he threatened, though that'd be none off, as long he was tangled in like this.
Luffy stood, trying the best to pull his arms back, there'd for some weird reason had tangled all around him. What the heck had they been playing a moment ago? "Sorry Zoro, but…" he said, trying to pull harder, grounding his feet. "Yosh! Let's try this then," he said and readied himself for something. Zoro knew that this would end up bad.
"Oi, Luffy, what are you-?"
"Gum gum,"
"No-no! Wait! What are you-?" Zoro almost panicked.
"…octopus!" Instead of something… whatever he'd been imagining, the captain's limbs grew ridiculously longer.
"The heck is this gonna help?" Zoro growled. The cook spurted a laugh.
"Yeah, that's really a great plan, Luffy!" he called, almost choking on his smoke. "Keep up the good work!"
"Oh shut up or help, you asshole!"
"What? The great fearless swordsman is asking me for help?" That fuckin annoying shit! If he'd just could shut that mouth on him somehow – a flash from yesterday passed his mind. Zoro blinked. Okay, maybe not like that… definitely not in front of everyone else. Though it was effective, wasn't it?
"Hang on a moment, I almost got it!" the captain exclaimed, looking concentrated. Now that wasn't a good sign.
"Got what?!"
"Here we go!"
"Luffy! What are you-?"
"Oh god, I got to see this," someone said, was it that witch to Nami, or the shitty cook? Nope! Both of them! Assholes!
"Gum gum…"
"Lu-Lu-Lu-Luffy! Wait!" The long limbs laying spread all around them, where now beginning to tremble and tightening, as they constricted, in a inhuman pace.
This wasn't good!
"BUNGLER!" And in a split second, as the limbs snapped back to their original length and place, sending Zoro spinning, so fast, that he was send-off over the boards.
"LUUUFFYYYY-! YOOOUR DEEEAAAAD-!"
Luffy stood up, his hand on his straw hat, as they heard the distant sound of a splash.
"Ups!"
-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—
Zoro had never enjoyed a bottle of warm sake as much as he did now. Sanji's buffet was explicit and almost surpassed all of his other dinners he had created before. The long table was placed out on the deck; a sky-blue dew was draped over it where all the creations of food was placed all the way down the table. And then there was the dessert for later. His mouth started running just by the thought of it. Normally he wasn't into sweet things… but the cook had announced that it'd be an alcohol rich version of something he called Fromage-something.
"Naa, Zoorooo-! Please pull me down again-!" Luffy whined from the mast above them, drooling like a river while he watched them eat. Zoro pulled a sadistic smile.
"Na, I think I'll let you hang up there to dry, just a little more… right until after the dessert."
"Zooooroooo-! Sanji was the one who kicked yooouuu-!" their captain whined again, sounding more pathetic than before, and tried to free his limbs that had been bound around the mast high above them. But Zoro knew how to make good knots. He captain pouted, and Zoro sniggered at his victory. The sweet taste of revenge wasn't all that bad. And the cook? Well, he'd think something up for him, in private.
"You're a sadistic bastard, you know that, right?" Said cook said, as he passed him, carrying a plate with sauce, meat and potatoes, no doubt on the way to the chattering girls with it. Zoro grabbed his arm, pulling till his head was at the same level as his, the blond almost dropped his plate. "What the-?"
"You just wait and see how 'sadistic' I can be, when it's your time to be 'punished'!" Zoro promised, only loud enough for the cook to hear, letting his hand slide off his arm, making sure no one saw it, to brush down his hips and sliding his hand over the cook's crotch, and further down his leg, as if he were just "taking down his hand". He could almost hear him swallow dry, the plate clattered as he almost dropped it, taken by surprise. Sanji looked horrified around himself with heated cheeks, to make sure that no one saw that, or even heard him let out a small gasp. Cute.
Zoro chuckled, acting as if nothing unusual happened. Maybe he was getting just a bit tipsy.
Looking around himself once more, the cook leaned in closer, no fear in that ocean-blue eye. Good, then he hadn't been too pushy.
"Don't promise more than you can handle, ma-ri-mo~." the chef purred in a barely whisper and gave the lope of the ear a seducing lick, before straightening up and turning his back to him. Now Zoro were the one taken aback, not expecting that kind of response, as he watched the idiot-blond sway his way down to the girls, chuckling darkly to himself.
That damn cook.
Though, it was a good sign that he was recovering, wasn't it? Of course their cook wouldn't break that easily, he was stronger than anyone would think. Even stronger than what Zoro'd expected, if he had to be had become more like himself, and a bit more perverted, to think that even was possible.
Then Zoro suddenly remembered something.
Everyone else had been occupied with Oliver's little 'show' of transformation and doppelgangers.
None had seen their way.
Except for the dangling captain above him! He had fully forgotten all about him for a moment, until now. Looking up, the kid was looking in another direction, whistling some false happy song. That idiot-captain had definitely seen it. As if on que, the raven head craned his neck to give him a big toothy smile.
"Heya Zoro! Wanna pick me down now?" As if something out of the ordinary never had happened. That captain. Why'd he'd ever doubted him?
"Nope!"
"ZOOROO-!" Luffy whined heartbreakingly.
Zoro raised a chicken leg up to the kid, pulling it away just in time before said kid stretched his neck and snatched it out of his hand, pouting meanie.
"Apologize," Zoro stated "then you'll get down." Luffy's smile almost broke his face in two.
"Yosh! Thanks!"
"That's not an apologize." The swordsman sweat dropped.
-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—
The party went on until midnight. Singing, dancing to Brook's play on the violin, just enjoying themselves, to the end that they had to drag themselves drunkenly to bed, one by one. Soon, they were only four. Luffy laid sprawled on the lane, staring up towards the stars. It wasn't even possible to say if he even was awake.
Robin stood by herself at the railing with a glass of martini, enjoying her own view. The Marimo, well… somewhere.
Taking note of the big mess of the party, even though Nicki and Oliver had been nice enough to take the most of it, there were still a lot left. Sanji sighed. He'd take care of that problem later.
Making his way to the raven lady, he almost stumbled over his own legs, almost sending him crashing into her. Now, that wasn't very gentlemanly done of him. Dang. Robin-chan only chuckled.
"Are there something you wanted from me?" she asked, as Sanji got a hold of himself, apologizing for his clumsiness, chuckling as he grabbed the railing to steady himself.
"Ah, Robin-chan, my sweetest angel, always so gentle and considerate." he slurred, bowing his head, and giggled, again. Definitely drunk, and high. Robin chuckled behind her glass and took a sip.
He collected his fallen bottle, glad to see that the cork had prevented anything from getting out. Straightening up, he had to lean against the railing, as he looked up into the night above them. The sky was pretty tonight, the air a bit humid. He loosened a couple of buttons, and sighed deeply. A dark cloud passed over them, hiding the bright moon for a moment. Sanji closed his eyes as a wind blew in his face, cooling his heated skin. It felt nice. Maybe it wasn't only the air there was warm. Sanji sighed. He'd really like to do that now.
Robin cleared her throat.
"I am sorry, but I do not think that I can at help with such kind of problems, cook-san." Sanji looked horrified at her. Shit! Had he said that out loud? A sly grin looked over her glass. "But perhaps swordsman-san can be at help?"
"Nonononono! Oh my god, Ro-robin-chan, I-I didn't mean to… I mean I didn't… I-I am utterly sorry that I… oh god, shit! I am so so sorry for that!" He ran his fingers through his hair, grabbing it tightly, as he let out a frustrated sigh. His cheeks were burning. Damn freaking, drunken, brainless, stoned horny idiot!
But the raven only chuckled, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder there felt too warm to the touch. "It is okay, cook-san. Men and alcohol are just no good cocktail." she joked. Sanji let out a low humourless chuckle.
"I am a terrible person, aren't I?" Robin-chan blinked at him. Oups, so that one slipped out as well. Had his brain managed to stop functioning properly? She blinked again. Again he'd said that out loud. Well, that spelled it. "Sorry again." He uncorked the -what had he got himself this time anyway? He took a mouthful. Vodka. Whatever.
"Cook-san?"
"Y-yes, my lovely dove?" she hesitated for a moment before speaking again.
"Am I wrong to ask, that the reason you drink this much, is because of him?" He almost dropped the bottle. "I mean Hunter, is it because of him?"
"Robin-chan, really, it's nothing. Just wanna enjoy myself," he said, showing her the bottle as he sloshed the alcohol inside of it "it is a party alright, right?" He gave her smile but it didn't work on her.
"Is drugs also a part of holding a party, Mr Cook-san? But that'll mean you're holding a party each and every day." She weren't speaking louder than only the two of them heard it. She were cautious like that, thankfully.
"Ro-Robin-chan, where, what are you getting at? I wouldn't-" he said, speaking no louder than her, but where interrupted, her voice dark, almost painful.
"You've changed, too fast, Sanji-san. One does not recover that quickly from such a traumatic experience." How'd she known? Did others have the same suspicions? But he'd been so careful. He's almost shocked at her hard stare, it sends a cold shiver down his spine.
"Robin-chan, I don't do such kind of things." Partially true. This medicine he'd gotten from Chopper really did wonders… at a tripled doze. Though, it didn't seem as if the pills had dropped down in level. And the tobacco he bought, they'd said that it wouldn't smell differently from normal cigarettes. She were just looking at him, with those cold eyes, looking right through him, reading him as an open book. Sanji swallowed hard.
"So, I was right in my assumptions." Was all she said.
"Robin, I-I,"
"Sanji-san. You should talk with Chopper about it, before someone else mistakes it to be something else." She meant, if Zoro found out, and mistook it for the reason to why he liked him. That it was the drugs speaking and acting. Well… partially.
"I'm only taking my prescribed medicine. That all. And my cigarettes."
"And alcohol? And maybe a bit more of the medicine as prescribed? And, may I guess, another brand of cigarettes, there mistakenly looks the same as your old ones?"
"Robin-chan."
"Alcohol and drugs wont help dealing traumas like that."
"No, I know," he said, defeated. Robin was a smart lady, how'd he come to forget? Nothing rarely passed her hawk eyes "but, sometimes," He sloshed around inside the bottle. He usually wasn't into vodka "I just, wanna forget everything for a moment." He took a large swig, he purposely wasn't looking at her. "Tonight, please let me forget. Tomorrow, I'll try to do better." He knew he couldn't do it, she knew it too, but said nothing. Her silence where painful as it was. He took is as a que to turn her his back, and empty half of it contents. Man, this one would hit hard.
"Cook-san…" she leaned in close, her lips almost touching his chin. He held still. "Just promise me to be careful." She said, and, that brush of lips could have been a mistake, but it still managed to heat his cheeks up more than they already were. "Sometimes the best drug, is another person's company." She informed him, before squeezing his shoulder, and bidding him a silent goodnight.
Sanji stood as if paralyzed. No idea if he should feel embarrassed or ashamed.
He looked after her, then at their swordsman as she passed him, touching his shoulder ever so gently. Arms crossed and chest forward, but the look on his face were undefinable. Had he mistaken it for being a real kiss. Looking around, it seemed they were the only two left now, and the mountain of dishes.
Laying his head back, he readied himself to empty the rest of the burning liquid. Vodka wasn't really him, but whatever could cloud those memories, he'll take it.
"Gonna drink all that, all by yourself?" he heard the grumpy voice of their first mate much closer. He took a break to catch his breath.
"That's the plan." He said, and took another long swig. The swordsman hummed, he could hear his steps stop right in front of him, but ignored the other's presence.
"Don't mind if I take a taste." The voice rumbled heated, before he felt a tongue at the side of his mouth. He almost choked on it and was about to remove the bottle, but a hand held it in place. "You're such a clumps, aho-cook." The alcohol there had managed to escape, were licked clean. The tongue searched further down his throat, before the mouth closed around his Adams Apple. How the heck was he to drink like this? He wanted him to choke? If it wasn't for the other hand clasping at the railing, he'd even fall. This, was too hot, in some way.
Mouth moving up, he were finally allowed to remove the bottle from his mouth. Zoro took it, drank what little was left, and then kissed him, serving him some of the remnants in his mouth.
"Wanna take this somewhere else, before you rant on us to everyone else?" Sanji gasped, not able to keep his bearings much longer. Zoro hummed.
"Everyone's drunk and asleep by now."
"Then who's watching the ship?" he asked, close to tear off the clothes of the other, if he kept touching him and kissing him like that. There were only so much a man could take.
"Me." Zoro said. Sanji let out a huff.
"Now that's consulting." He leaned in and returned the favour to the swordsman's ear, eliciting a moan. Hmm, interesting that the marimo were that sensitive right there. Where else would he be? Seeing the swordsman let down his guards fully to slowly unravel a more vulnerable side of him, were almost… arousing.
Sanji let his hands wander, as Zoro pulled the shirt out of his pants to get his hands inside of it. Following up on that, he let his nails scrape down his muscled back, tearing out a deeper moan and a light shudder. He hadn't even heard when the bottle had ended on the floorboards.
"I think I'm pretty horny and drunk right now," he admitted, Zoro only hummed in agreement. As he loosened the grip to look at him, Sanji followed a temptingly whim, took hold of the swordsman's shirt, turned them both around, so that the marimo now stood facing the ocean, just barely grabbing hold of the railing before ending at the other side of it.
"Oi," he protested half-heartedly, but soon shut up, as Sanji pressed his whole body flush against his back. "Cook." He moaned, as Sanji pressed his hips against his lower parts. Purring into the man's ear, he couldn't help himself but to rub his pressing lust against the other's rear. "Sanji." The sound of his name fired something up inside of him. It was turning him on, that, and the sound of the other's almost choked moans, as he tried to keep himself quiet.
"I wan't you tonight." Sanji whispered to him. Zoro turned to look at him, then grabbed the back of his head and just barely managed to kiss him deeply.
"I wanna fuck you, cook." Sanji hummed at his words "I wanna fuck you senseless into the floorboards. Sanji gave a hard shove with his hips. "You're such a Casanova." He said sarcastically, scraping his teeth along his neck, biting it ever so gentle, noting it as one of the swordsman's sensitive places.
"Not here though, better get inside." Even so saying that, none of them couldn't really get themselves to pull away, and his hand sneaked down to take hold of the other's crotch, making it even harder for any of them to stop and take it somewhere else. He was hard, he could feel, and the twitch it made, made him rub himself harder against the other. "Fuck, I want you." He gasped, biting the rim of his shirt. Zoro swallowed hard, his nails scraping against the surface of the railing, wouldn't surprise him if it would leave any marks. Oh he wanted to leave marks on him.
Taking a bit hold of himself, Sanji let go and pushed himself away. The marimo even groaned unsatisfied, the dark stare only pointing it out. "Don't look like a kid who'd just had taken away his candy, sword-boy." he teased, stepping up close to him, their noses almost brushing against each other. "I'll serve you some more candy, if you'll follow along, little sword-boy."
Zoro's chuckle rumbled inside of his chest. "You sound like a perverted old child-molester." Sanji hummed.
"Not old, just a perverted marimo-molester."
Zoro guffawed and took hold of his hair, as he stared into his eyes. "Then let's get this inside then."
They practically fell inside into the aquarium room, and almost didn't manage to lock the door after themselves, as Zoro's tongue already were busy tasting every inch of the inside of his mouth. He groaned frustratingly and almost tore his shirt off him, if Sanji hadn't kneed him, and unbuttoned it himself.
A hand went down inside of his pants. Sanji gasped.
"Easy! Easy tiger!" That was a bit too fast. Zoro groaned, but complied and pulled his hand out again, while mumbling an almost incoherent sorry.
Both hands instead grabbed hold of his head and deepened the kiss, comping ever so dearly through his hair. Hips instead thrusted against him, making to his surprise his own hips response, and carefully grinded against him. "Sanji. Sanji." The swordsman sighed. Sanji moaned. Fuck, when he said his name like that.
He sneaked a foot behind him, and in a single movement kicked the back of his knee, so that the swordsman collapsed to the ground with a yelp. Sanji chuckled and pulled a devilish smile, as he loomed over him, hands and legs on each side of him. Licking his lips, as Zoro looked surprised up at him, he leaned down closer, so that his hair brushed over the other's face and whispered mockingly. "You're too easy."
Zoro only blinked a couple of times, before he got his bearings again, and reached a hand up to cup his face. "You're so beautiful." He said almost breathlessly, pushing aside the bang covering his blind eye. "The whole of you." A thump brushed underneath his blind eye. Now it was Sanji's turn to blink, before he chuckled.
"Didn't think of you as a sweet talker." He said. Zoro hummed.
"Never had a reason to before." He pointed out. Oh-ho? The shadows from the fish swimming around in the large aquarium, danced over the swordsman's face. He looked so…calm now. Even that line there usually was seen crossing his forehead were gone. It actually made him look younger.
Sanji leaned down and kissed him passionately, pouring all of his feelings into it. Zoro's response almost took his breath away. He leaned his hips down, moving slowly, and getting a response, as Zoro moaned and moved against him as well. Sanji pulled away to let out a sigh, continuing to brush his growing lust against his. A mouth closed over his one nipple, and Sanji's eyes almost rolled back in his head. Could those really be that sensitive? Large hands took hold of him, as the mouth kept tasting his chest, and then the other one, before traveling back up, and almost swallow his Adams Apple. He did actually have some kind of liking to that.
Repositioning himself, while still being able to move his hips against the other, he started on the grey shirt, one he once bought to the marimo-head, who denied to where clothes like that. Yet, here he was, wearing it, and now Sanji were the one wanting it off of him.
Sucking in a breath of air, at the sight of the now exposed chest, he leaned down and ran his tongue along the long scar, travelling over the swordsman's broad, eliciting a gasp from the other, as he followed it to the crook of his neck, for then to follow the path back down, further down than where he started. Further down than the rim of the pants. A choked sound came from Zoro's throat, as Sanji moved over the now fully hardened erection, crawling off him as he did so, and closed his mouth over it through his pants. Wow, he could actually taste the pre-cum wetting through his black slacks. Licking it again, made the hips thrust up towards him. So he were that hard. Don't mind a little teasing then, since he hadn't flipped them over just yet, right?
Sanji didn't think much, as he took hold of the zipper with his teeth, and pulled it open, not giving a care in the world of how wrong this looked like he. He just went for what he wanted. Was that really the doing of the cocktail of Chopper's medicine and the alcohol? He wasn't used to that kind of heavy stuff, anyway. Helping the button undone, he could now see the fully erection press against the man's underwear, humid of lust. He wanted to tease him, wanted to try out his limits. The man moaned as he gave it the same treatment as before.
"Touch yourself."
"What?"
Zoro swallowed hard. "Touch yourself." Sanji blinked, then chuckled darkly.
"Now who's the perverted here?" Even though saying that, he sneaked a hand around his stomach, going further down brushed over his own hardness, while still, so to say, tasting the swordsman's own. Hips thrusted surprisingly into his hand. He stroked down along the inside of his tights, for then to go back up, thrusting a bit harder into his hand as he fisted it through his pants. Zoro moaned above him, if he hadn't had his mouth full, he'd been just as loud.
"Come here." His head was grabbed, as the swordsman sat up and claimed his mouth, while moving his own hand inside of Sanji's pants. "Don't stop." He practically ordered, and Sanji complied, getting his own hand inside of his pants, and felt the other's hand slowly rubbing him through the fabric of his boxers. Shit. He didn't know how much longer the kiss had become more slobbery and harsh. Zoro moaned. "I wan't you." He whispered, and without another warning, flipped them both over.
Sanji let out a yelp there soon turned into a long moan, since someone's hand still were inside of his pants, along with his own hand. "Shi-it!". Pants came off in a fast smooth motion, before the swordsman climbed over him again, hand cupping his twitching erection, and pressing down. "Dang!" He made a move to get up, but both his arms where caught and captured at each side of him, knees and legs pressing hard for them no escape to have. He grabbed him hard, Sanji moaned, and almost moulded him into a fully hard – "Shit! Damn it! Let go of me!" He almost whined.
Nails scraped. That should have been an illegal move.
"Remember what I told you earlier?" The swordsman whispered into his ear, Sanji just looked confused at him "about you getting your punishment the next time we were alone?" Sanji's visible eye widened, not liking the sound of it at all, especially not with that predatory smile he was served along with it.
"You," he shuddered as a tongue dipped down in his ear.
"I want you to beg for it!" Zoro's deep voice rumbled through his whole being. Why did it sound so arousing, when the man was commanding something?
Though, when the swordsman made the mistake to loosen his grip, Sanji used the opportunity to flip them over once again. He didn't waste time to return the favour, while pulling down the man's pants. Back arching, and the boots where quickly kicked off and feet where desperately trying to help him to get rid of the pants. Huh! Now who was the desperate one actually begging for it?
Zoro attacked his mouth again before he could do anything else, and once again the arrange where flipped, pressing him hard into the cool tiled floor. Sanji hooked a leg around him, as he licked his lips, the kiss desperate but sensual. Wrapping his arms around his neck, drawing him in closer, nails scraped up along the swordsman's back, trying to pry the shirt off, there somewhat desperately clung to his shoulders. Two moves, and it was off.
Naked chest against naked chest, sweat were already forming in between them, hot breath bathing each other's, panting, they turned their heads to get a new angle, and met each other in a more lustful, animalistic kiss that included biting and nipping.
He tried to get those hideous boxers off, hips moved for him to pull them delicately off, while his own where almost torn off. That costed the idiot a knee into his abdomen. Maybe he was on his brinks, but that didn't mean it was okay to destroy his clothes. Even his boxers were of the highest quality. Just because he was a man, didn't mean he shouldn't enjoy wearing good branded clothes.
Soon, they were both fully naked. Zoro reached for his pants and took out a small bottle.
"What's that?" Sanji asked. Zoro leaned down to kiss him deeply, and smirked.
"You'll see,"
"What?" then he smirked knowingly. "You had this planned, pervert-marimo?" he purred, moving his hips up. Zoro snorted.
"Impatient bastard."
"Slow assed marimo."
"Oh-ho? You want it faster?"
Sanji smirked, cocking his head. "Can you do it faster?" his voice crooned.
"Keep doing that and I'll ravish you on the spot," the swordsman warned with a choked sound. Sanji wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him down into another heated kiss.
"Good, then you at least would be doing something," he said, lips brushing against lips. Hips bucked up. "You're fucking torturing me here, slow-ass." He licked his ear, and whispered, as sensual as he could make his own voice "Fuck me, Zoro~!" The man let out a shuddering breath, before uncapping the bottle. "Good little, marimo~."
"Shut up." Zoro gulped, grabbing his moving hips and nailed him to the floor, gasping he seemed to try to get a hold of himself. But Sanji didn't care. Tonight, he could do whatever he wanted to do with him, be it rough, painful, hard, he just wanted him, right here, right now, he was done waiting. His consciousness took a small dive. Man, he had to be quite drunk to not give a care.
Zoro were already oiling his fingers, leaning down to kiss him, he thrust a finger inside of him. Gasping, the intrusion pressed deeper inside of him. Okay, scratch the pain, he didn't want the pain, not there… not in there.
"F-finger!" he panted. The idiot even had the guts to roll his eyes at him. "Shit! M- move!" he more commanded than begged, as he got used to the finger inside of him. Instead of moving it, another one pressed inside as well. Sanji groaned at the pain, almost feeling sick in his guts as they moved. Forcing himself to relax, the two fingers soon began scissoring him, widening him up. It almost, was too fast.
Gasping for air, he tried to ignore the pain. Zoro leaned in planting small kisses on his throat, his jaw, ear, cheek, for then to meet his lips. It soothed enough for him to stop tightening up and instead relax and enjoy it. Then came the third finger. Zoro hushed at him, as he gasped, and swallowed his groan.
Going deeper, they suddenly hit dead on his prostate, Sanji, by reflex, smacked his head back onto the floor and fought back a scream, white spots formed before his eyes. Damn shit! What was that? The swordsman smirked above him and hit dead again, and again, and damn fucking hell so wonderful again. Sanji whimpered. Enough! He didn't want those fingers anymore! He wanted something else, something bigger, longer…
"Move." He panted again and squirmed underneath the naked swordsman. "Out! Dick. In! Mmmm~!" The fingers retreated, his legs were pressed to his chest, and soon something else pressed inside of him. He'd forgot how it felt, in the good way. All those times with pain, the last time almost felt unrealistic, but feeling this now, all the other stuff felt like a long horrific nightmare just to forget.
Tearing out a scream, toes curling, he just wanted to be done into unconsciousness. Oblivion, wasn't it called that? Yes, oblivion. He whined for him to do it faster, deeper, harder, and Zoro, just did as he was asked, ramming inside of him, that his whole soul sang, mumbling about that he'd fuck him so hard that he wouldn't be able to walk the next week. Sanji's smile grew.
"Was that a threat?" Zoro shook his head, the sweat in his hair glinted in the light from the aquarium.
"No, love-cook, it's a promise!"
Sanji's eyes almost rolled back in his head as the swordsman slammed in, hitting him spot on his prostate, the sound erupting from his throat he'd never thought possible coming from him. Zoro grinned, and continued to hit right on. His whole being curling and squirming. Breathing fastening, that he almost couldn't sense it, it made him all lightheaded.
Hell if he couldn't walk the next week! If sex always would be this wonderful with Zoro, he wouldn't care about the after-effects… not now he didn't. His hips were grabbed tight, as they were helped to meet him, to finish this. Sanji gasped, he couldn't breathe.
Getting the idea, he rolled his hips to meet Zoro's thrust. Zoro released him and instead leaned down to kiss him sloppily. Fingernails scraped the swordsman's back, surely leaving marks.
"Breathe," Zoro panted, slowing down. "Breathe, cook." Sanji hadn't even realise that his consciousness where taking a new dive, in the wrong way. So he tried, slowly, the motion inside of him was nothing but a tease now.
"Move," he commanded.
"Breathe." Sanji groaned, and breathed in deep, air filling his lungs, breathing out, deep breathe in. Zoro began moving again, taking up the pace, slowly stepping it up, telling him to breathe deep, while Sanji did all his best to keep his sanity in place. Fingers curled around him and started to move with the pace. Breathe, he said. Shut up, was his response. How the heck to breathe properly when being this close? If he were slacking the pace just one more time, he was going to kick his fucking ass.
No, wrong choice of words.
The swordsman groaned, letting out a choked sound, as he pressed hard into him, and then came. Hips still moving carefully to ride it off, Sanji soon felt his own limits closing in on him. "Fuck~!" he gasped, and then, eight or nine strikes later came hard in between them, hand still moving until it was too sensitive and Zoro let go of him.
They lay there, panting, sweating. Sanji whimpered as Zoro pulled out of him and laid down beside him, pulling him in close, uncomfortable warm, but at the same time welcomed. He was too exhausted to do anything himself, and mumbled something incoherently to him. The swordsman chuckled and wrapped both arms around him. The sound and feeling of it rumbling in his chest felt pleasantly. A kiss was planted sensitively to the top of his head.
"Love you too, Sanji…!" He heard him say, before loosing the battle and fell asleep. Man, he'd must've been drunk too… or something.
-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—
The wandering clouds where dusted with silver, coloured by the bright white moon. The night so quiet that the sounds of the waves splashing lightly to the hull was to be heard. She watched as the wind played around with strands of her brown hair, dark blonde, if ya wanted to give it a fancy name, someone once did, back at her home.
Anna rubbed her face. The images wouldn't leave her mind. She'd seen the two idiots of this crew, almost been ran into; the cook too drunk to even notice what hid in the shadows, and the swordsman too one-mind-tracked to see nothing but the blond. Both close to eating each other's faces up - wouldn't get her to stop thinking on their own blond, and another certain member of their team, who mistakenly looked quite alike this ships swordsman, if they'd been into each other like that. Apparently there did exist more than one of each person in each dimensions, more or less. So they said also existed two alike in each worlds.
She shook her head. Love-struck idiots, though, she wouldn't mind the view to watch. Maybe that was the aftereffect of reading so much manga in her previous life, there let to liking pairing, and like well created doujinshi's. yup, she was a disturbed excuse of a human… or a Dreamer, as Mickey liked to call them. Those who had been at held against their will at O.R.A.N.G.E. those who had been branded and used as experiments. Anna frowned. She didn't want to remember that horrible place again. Why did her mind even turn to that track?
A noise out of the ordinary pulled her attention. She crawled slowly along the mast above the deck, while her eyes glanced around in the night underneath her. Someone was there. Someone who wasn't supposed to be there, or rather; didn't belong there. Sliding down the large mast, she silently jumped the rest ten meters down, and looked carefully around. With what they had done to her back then at the laboratories, a jump like that was not a problem. Sniffing the air, a heavy smell of something too familiar made her nose cringe. A smell of wet cat.
"Shit! Don't tell me -!" The presence suddenly stood behind her, and before she could do anything else, she was grabbed and thrown into the nearest mast, her head hitting the hard surface. Consciousness blurring, she managed to get back on her feet with difficulty. She made to grab her katana at her hip, only to remember that she had left it back on their own ship. Double shit!
A fist came her way, but she managed to dodge it in time, though the fourth time it hit her square in the face, then one in her stomach, before something sneaked around her arm and a tight grasp in her hair forced her head back, barring her throat to the sharp claws resting against her pulse. Triple fuck!
"My, you're a bit slow tonight, Anna!" the voice behind her chuckled darkly. Anna groaned and hissed as the nails dug into her skin.
"What do you want?" she spat back, not caring about if he made real of his threat and either punctured her vein or broke her neck.
Hunter chuckled again, how'd he even get here to begin with? His island was a good distance away from this island, from what she could read out of Nami's maps.
"I need you to do something for me, little singing bird."
"No," was her immediate answer. Something cracked in her arm, a threat if she pissed on him again, he'd break it.
"Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking!" he warned her through gritted teeth. "It seems as if my little spy has been found out; the kid doesn't want to report anymore. Guess he has forgotten who's in charge here, don't you think, my little bird?"
"Why you think he's found out?" she tried him, almost pulling a smirk but fought it back.
"The way that you're acting, sweety." She almost bit her own tongue. Idiot! "And you forgot to report back on what happened after my last visit! Care to explain?"
'Damn fuck!'
"You scared of me, little bird?" he whispered into her ear "Is that the distant smell of fear?" He licked her ear, sending a disgusted shiver down her spine. That bastard! "Even though that they know about him, they still don't know anything about you, yet, they trust you. You wouldn't do 'bad things'! No one would ever suspect you for fumbling with my little blonds' so called medicine."
"If you keep showing up like this, if one of them sees you, that one would soon catch onto something." Hunter chuckled again as he nuzzled his nose into her neck.
"Now, if that was to happen, I can trust you to take care of it, am I right?"
"Your sick son of a-"
"Ah-ah-ah! Be nice, dear!" his hands tightened around her throat, nails definitely leaving marks now, fingers clenching so hard, that she could barely breathe. "Now," his voice suddenly changed and became darker, more serious and deadly –just as she knew him "your little friend refused to do an order for me. I want you to do it instead, if you want your friends to stay alive?" Anna closed her eyes and sighed in defeat.
"What do you want?"
She could feel Hunter's smile grow.
"That's my girl!"
-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—
It gave a hushed click, as she finally managed to open the lock. The door creaked open, making her wince. Glancing around in the large aquarium room, it didn't seem as if anyone had heard her. Good. Or was it? She padded inside on her bare feet; shoes carefully placed up against the wall, as she carefully closed the door behind herself. At least, she didn't want anyone else to get any hints of her appearance in here. The fishes watched her carefully as she passed them, it almost felt as if they were going to tell on her. Anna shook her head. She was getting paranoid.
She looked at the two forms laying in the middle of the floor, sleeping peacefully in each other's naked arms, their shirts used as blankets.
She swallowed hard.
Sanji was looking so peaceful and happy right now… and the green-head too. She didn't like the thought of being the reason to ruin all of that. But she had to!
Kneeling down beside the sleeping swordsman, who just had turned to lie on his back, the cook practically snuggling closer against him, as a tanned arm held him protectively, a much paler were draped over the tanned chest.
Anna sighed. Fingers clenching around the syringe with the black liquid she had been given. She had to give him this, he had said, it'll make him hate the one who's closest to his heart, he said. The fun part is, that he'll be fully aware of it all the time, but can't do anything to stop himself from hurting.
Anna gritted her teeth. That sick bastard. That shitty cat had only laughed at her comment.
"Now now, don't break the syringe, or your friends will pay for it! Tell, and they'll pay for it. I got my ears and eyes on you, little bird."
A hand stopped her as she was about to stab the needle into the tanned skin. Anna looked horrified at the hand, and then at the face, where two dark eyes, still dazed from sleep, looked puzzled up at her. They blinked as they tried to focus on her, then the brows furrowed as they recognized. Shit! Shitshitshitshit!
"Anna?" he asked with a raw voice. Anna gulped. Why did he have to sound like him? And why did he have to look like him as well? In the lights of the large aquarium, his hair almost seemed dark blue. Like his. Zoro made to sit up, as he slowly realised that something was terrible wrong.
She had to do it, it was either or.
"I'm sorry…!" she whispered, and stabbed the needle into his arm.
"What the fuck?!" Kicking his other arm away, as it made to grab for the syringe, she hurried to inject it, and pressed the shirt into his mouth as he screamed. It even brought tears in the corners of his eyes, as he frightened looked at her, all the world's question lightning out of them. Then the whole body moved, tearing the needle out of his arm, and tossing her off balance, but it had been done. Zoro came over her, fully unaware, or not giving a shit about that he was still stark naked, as he loomed over her, glaring hatefully at her. He had all the reasons in the world to hate her. "What did you just give me?" he spat, holding her down so she couldn't move.
"I'm so, so sorry, Zoro."
"Don't give me that, what-?" His body sacked. It was starting to work. Anna moved fast and kicked him in the abdomen. The effect of the kick even surprised him. Anna stood and shook her head.
"I am so terrible sorry about this."
"Why?" he asked, clenching his stomach. A groan made him aware of the blonds' presence. He reached an arm out to wake him, but with no such luck. The blond were fast asleep, just as expected when mixing hard liquid and drugs, and then tiring out the body physically. He'll be out for another couple hours or so, before he'll be aware of anything. "What you've done to him?" Zoro spat, glaring up at her, even though he clearly was in pain. It was working.
Anna sighed. "Nothing." She partly lied.
Zoro crouched in on himself, clearly trying to keep his breathing steady. It would burn as hell, Hunter had promised her, it would feel, as if his whole chest would explode. Mouth drying out, consciousness slurring.
"What… did you then… give me?" he panted. Anna didn't look away.
"Hate," she said and nodded towards the knocked-out blond beside him "to him." Zoro widened his tired eyes. He barely could keep himself up.
"Why?" he croaked "Because we're-?" Anne quickly shook her head. No, she didn't mind such kind of things, on the contrary. Then it seemed to hit him. "Hunter?" Anna sighed, then nodded. She hadn't said anything, as promised, or sort of not.
"I had to." She said, even though the question wasn't asked. Didn't mind though, the swordsman was already out cold. Sniffling, she found a blanket and draped over the two bodies. He'd even dragged himself close to the blonde, a hopeless try not to let the inevitable to happen.
What a shame, really.
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