Me: SpiritedObession, I just wanted to say that I wasn't offended ^.^ I just wanted YOU to know that I knew. I hope you guys are enjoying this so far, and it isn't exactly what happened on Goat Island.
Mid: Warning & Disclaimer: Rape (counts as tentacle or tail; your call), One Piece still isn't mine, but Yudo regretfully is.
Selfishly Worrisome
Leaning the kitchen table, yet another cigarette was cast into the trashcan. Young Sanji vigorously chewed through five cigarettes before realizing that none of them were lit. "Oi, I know how you feel right now, and you're being ridiculous. The Marimos are f-fine," the older blonde choked out. It took everything he had not agree with his younger-self's feelings; the extreme worry and odd jealousy of Zoro not spending his time with him. Damn those two, wandering off before the blondes could even follow. God knows where they are, but the younger cook was going a bit overboard.
"Fuck," the teen cursed, absently tapping his fingernails on the counter. Sanji sighed at the continuously annoying 'tap tap tap' and brutally slammed his own jittery hand on the back of the other's. The younger cook yelped, quickly pulling his precious tool away from danger and glared halfheartedly. There wasn't enough force to break anything, but his palm throbbed ruthlessly. The older sucked on his cigarette, attempting to calm his trembling nerves along with the ones practically flowing of the impatient teenager. The emotions the young blonde felt today; Sanji didn't know he could worry about the mosshead this much. Anxiety would get the best of him soon enough, though. Both of them.
"L-let's just focus on making the side dishes, okay?" Sanji suggested. Nodding obediently, the younger retrieved a few separate bowls and wooden spoons and set them by the cutting board. Don't think about Zoro.
"Maybe we should get started on the salad," the younger stated.
"Yeah, what kind of salad did you have planned for today?"
"Du Jane; a salad containing minced asparagus, spinach, green tomatoes, steamed kale-"
A strained sound unwillingly erupted from the older's throat. "Maybe we should come back to that," he forcibly choked out. Not understanding the reason but shrugging regardless, the teen moved on. "Well, we can just make the Mint Leaf shakes-"
"Anything else?"
"...Desert?"
"Sure, best to get it out of the way."
"Oh, okay. In that case, I'll need the green jello mix."
Fuck.
Sanji roughly grabbed his younger-self's wrist as he headed for the door. Confused, the teen opened his mouth, but a growl cut off any unspoken words. "We're gonna find them."
"But you just said-"
"Since when the hell do you listen to anyone?"
The young cook grinned devilishly. It was a good thing they were leaving; Young Sanji didn't think he'd be able to keep his sanity in check if the Granny Smith apples were taken out of the fridge.
XVX
Zoro groaned in disgust at the feeling of a rough tongue slowly sliding across his chest. Yudo's bottom half had transformed into a snake's tail; light brown scales and a large rattle sporting the tip. Said end of the tail was teasing Young Zoro's abdomen while trailing along the hem of the blue boxers ."You know, I've never had the pleasure of taking twins before. You're a lucky pair," the snake purred, flicking his tail.
"You sick bastard; let us go or else," Zoro growled.
Yudo chuckled with little humor, "You can't do anything, my little patch of grass. What I used to tie your wrists with is my previous layer of skin. It is exceedingly strong, isn't it?"
"Why the hell do you have dead skin laying around? I say again; you sick bastard."
Yudo hissed, softly running his incisor over Zoro's nipple as punishment. The swordsman bit his lip to keep in the embarrassing moan that so desperately wanted to escape. Damn, why was pain such a turn-on for him in the first place? If this continued, no doubt his loud sounds of pleasure would echo throughout the forest. Young Zoro whimpered suddenly, and Zoro glanced over in curiosity. Yudo's tail had slipped into his boxers, and from the slow but precise movements the outer fabric made, Zoro could guess what it was doing. The teen's mouth hung open with little restraint as soft moans spewed out. Yudo hummed into the older's ear, "Looks like I'd have to give you the same treatment if I ever want to hear your sweet voice later."
"Try it you son of a-NGH!" Zoro's teeth finally broke his lip skin as Yudo's hand gripped his member through the cloth hard, rubbing mercilessly. After two years of no sexual contact, not even his own hand, the swordsman struggled not to succumb to the pleasure. His younger-self gasped beside him, and Zoro quickly realized that the tail had shifted in deeper. A new memory freshly burned in his mind; Yudo's thick tail prodding in and out of him as the force made his body rock back and forth. Zoro couldn't fight the moan at just remembering the feel of it. Suddenly, the fingers wrapped around his member tightened before the entire hand dove down farther. Zoro grunted as he squirmed, silently demanding the snake to fuck off. Yudo's other hand grabbed his chin, forcing Zoro to look him in the eyes.
"Listen," he snarled, "either enjoy this while it lasts, or be a stubborn dish and I'll take my time in cooking you. Your brother seems to like it, doesn't he?" Zoro's eyes darted over to the younger, whose body was being rocked violently. Yudo's tail had sped up, he noticed, driving into him just as fast as he pulled out. The snakeman obviously thought the younger was out of it, but Zoro could see this was not the case. The teen's jaw was clenched painfully as he endured the invading appendage, his body was tense as he tried to ignore the never-ending sensation of pleasure. Zoro knew his younger-self was fighting it as best as he could. While he had the swordsman distracted, Yudo used this chance to shove a long finger into Zoro's entrance, drawing a surprised gasp from him. Growling as it moved and wiggled further and further inside him, the older could do nothing to stop it; only sit against the nest's wall and pant. Young Zoro's groans became higher in pitch, only succeeding in encouraging the snakeman to go faster.
"F-fuck...no. Ah...hah...stop. S-stop!" The younger swordsman moaned loudly, thrashing what little freedom the bounds on his ankles gave his legs. Yudo drove his tail in harder and deeper, making the teen practically scream in both pleasure and frustration. The finger inside of Zoro soon became three without a moment's break in between, causing the older to fight back tears of pain. Damn, why wasn't the asshole snake being gentle with him as well? Why did his younger-self get special treatment? Yudo licked Zoro's neck before biting it lightly, "My fingers wouldn't hurt so badly right now if only you had cooperated at first. Go on and cry, I already see the tears forming." The fingers thrust in knuckle deep every time before pulling almost fully out. There was no moisture to make it easier or better; raw skin rubbing his insides made Zoro feel as if he was going to be ripped apart. The younger let out a short-lived scream as he came, painting his underwear white as Yudo's tail reluctantly slid out.
"Ah!" Zoro tensed immediately when the fingers pressed against his prostate. Fuck. No; he didn't mean to show any weakness. Zoro mentally cursed himself as Yudo smirked evilly. The snakeman began slamming into it over and over again, not bothering to pull out in even the slightest. The older swordsman actually screamed this time, letting the pain and pleasure induced tears run down his flushed cheeks.
"Yes, this is what I wanted," Yudo claimed huskily, "Go ahead and scream to your heart's desire."
"SHIT!" The older finally came with a roaring yell, body shaking as he slowly descended from his high. The fingers were carelessly yanked out, adding on to the massive throbbing pain Zoro's ass was already subjected to. Yudo stroked the swordsmen's cheeks reassuringly all while grinning like a proud madman. "Rest for awhile, because I'm far from done with you two. I want to hear you both scream just from having my coc-OOMPH!"
Yudo fell face first to the ground, blood gushing out the back of his head and completely unconscious. Confused, Zoro looked up to find his younger-self holding Shusui backwards at the hilt, an annoyed scowl on his features. Zoro looked at him with wide and amazed eyes, the reason? Young Zoro didn't know. "What? The bastard needed to die."
"Wha-? When and how did you get untied?!" The older demanded.
"A little after I came. Turns out sweat makes snake-skin dissolve."
"...Wait, you came like ten fucking minutes before I did!"
"Yeah."
"What the fuck?! Why didn't you help me?!"
"I thought I'd let you finish. I mean, killing him before you got yours would've been a dick move."
"...Help me up, you sonavabitch."
XVX
Sanji felt uneasy for some reason as he and the teen shoved various branches out of their way. The blondes had been walking around for at least ten minutes, and yet no sign of the marimos even passing through were seen. Normally when the older blonde had a bad feeling, it usually ended up with Luffy's head stuck in a wild carnivore's mouth. But no, this was a different type of "bad feeling". This one felt...like they were too late for something, and also a bit of knowing fear. Dammit, I shouldn't be so clingy. Zoro can handle himself just fine.
Bushes suddenly shook and parted a few feet ahead of the them, along with familiar soft clashes of metal against metal; undoubtedly swords. Sanji blinked rapidly, making sure this wasn't some crazy illusion caused by a mosshead obsession. No, this was definitely real. The swordsmen emerged from bushels, much to the blondes' surprise, and were obviously stripped of everything but their underwear and weapons. Twigs and dirt stuck on every inch of their exposed skin, the boxers they wore were come-stained on the front, and what appeared to be rope burns engulfed their wrists and ankles. The Zoros hesitantly approached the staring Sanjis, clearly humiliated from having to wonder the forest and running into anyone. The older swordsman avoided all eye contact, a light blush glowing on his cheeks as he looked at anything but the older blonde. He could feel the other's gaze traveling, studying his body, and right now, sex was the last thing on his mind.
"Oi...what's that in your hand?" The younger blonde asked timidly. The older cook raised an eyebrow at the random subject, but supposed that conversing about the others' nakedness was best to ignore for now.
Young Zoro shrugged leisurely, holding the tail in his hands towards the two. He seemed oddly content and calm on the outside, but the older first mate knew he was probably pissing himself in terror on the inside. "U-uh," the young swordsman cleared his throat to ward off any uncertainty and cracking, "I-It's a...it's food."
"Food? That thing would never feed everyone on the ship. What the hell...is that a human hand?!" Sanji yelled.
"...Maybe."
"The hell? What the actual hell?!"
"Okay, hear us out," Zoro claimed, "This guy's a snakeman...and then he-he caught us and tied us up, a-and then fucked us, and then we killed him, but we couldn't escape before 'cause he tied us with his skin-which was fucking gross-and it was as strong as a damn iron boulder so-"
Sanji held up his hand to stop Zoro's babbles, though his brain was still short circuiting. What did the marimos eat while they were away? Was it some drug induced fruit, or lack of nutrients causing these hallucinations? Young Sanji's curled eyebrow twitched in annoyance, trying his hardest to comprehend the situation like along with the older. The Zoros stood there blankly, waiting for any kind of response. This is stupid; they'll never believe us, Zoro thought.
"...Okay," Sanji stated simply. The swordsmen simultaneously tilted their heads in confusion as the older cook stepped closer. Zoro was surprised to say the least when he was tightly embraced around his shoulders, and even more so when he found himself unconsciously returning the gentle gesture. Did this mean they believed them about the snake bastard after all? "It's okay if you want to cry," Sanji whispered softly.
Saying Zoro's man pride was offended was an understatement. He's had plenty of tough opponents, and countless injuries a thousand times more fatal. He didn't need to sob on the cook's shoulder then and he certainly didn't need to now. Sure, he'll admit it hurt like hell, and it would probably be best to head back to the ship and soak in the bathtub, but Sanji didn't need to know that. "Asshole, I'm not gonna cry over something like...that?" Zoro's eye widened as he peered over the blonde's shoulder. His younger-self and Young Sanji...were in the same state as his was. Only difference was that the green-haired teen's face was burrowed in the young cook's chest. His body racked violently, and loud sniffles accompanied the movements. A new memory flashed by; Zoro remembered feeling safe and cared for; he had finally let his guard down and everything sort of came rushing out.
A sudden dampness on his collar-bone startled him out of his thoughts, and he soon realized both blondes were crying. "Cook?"
"I'm so sorry, Zoro. I'm sorry I couldn't...help you," Sanji said sadly. He honestly felt like hell, knowing that Zoro went through something like that while continuously telling himself he was fine instead of searching every inch of this damn island. How could he have been so careless? He should have dragged their asses back when he had the chance! He never should have taken his eyes off of them! That was the problem, though.
Should have.
But didn't.
"Fuck, Zoro, I'm terrible. I should have listened to my fucking conscience. It's my f-"
"Don't say it," Zoro growled, tightening his hold.
"But-"
"No. It's no one's fault but the bastard who did it, you hear me? No one could have prevented it. Claim something else that isn't your fault again and I'll kick your ass." Damn blonde, always blaming himself first. It's not like he personally handed the to Yudo; Sanji had nothing to do with it. Sanji refused to let go as he used one hand to wipe away the stray tears running down his face. The teens beside them had already straightened out and were walking silently hand in hand towards the Sunny; Young Sanji gingerly asking what the younger swordsman wanted for dinner. The older chef chuckled when he heard the muttered reply of "onigiri and sake".
"Does that go for you, too?" Sanji asked warmly.
Zoro tiredly grinned; he was completely worn out. "Only if you're cooking."