| Shitty nothings 1 |
[Nov. 19th, 2006|04:54 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | you make me feel like a whore "everclear" | ] |
“Just a bit longer”
“Idiot, my leg is numb. We’ve been sitting here for to long”
“Well then you can’t stand anyway. A few more minuets ain’t gonna matter, so calm down and shut up.”
“Don’t tell me to shut up.”
“Too late, I just di-OW! Hey!”
“I said let me go and you INSIST on holding me here!”
“Fucking hell you’re annoying. You didn’t have to jab me.”
“Then let me go be annoying somewhere else.”
“Fine, go ahead.”
“Fine I wi-AGH!”
“Told ya you couldn’t walk.”
“I fucking hate this…”
“Well if you gave it a little time it’ll go away.”
“Get your hand away from me.”
“What? I’m just gonna pull ya back up.”
“Aye aye! Shit I hate this feeling. Quit touching that!”
“Aw, you’re leg hurt?”
“No! It’s just that god awful feeling when your leg is numb. That tingle crap.”
“Um…tingle?”
“Your leg never fell asleep? Or is your head the only thing that falls asleep, Marimo.”
“It has, I just don’t know where the hell you get that ‘tingle’ crap from. It feels like someone shoving needles into my legs.”
“How long do you let your legs numb for?”
“I normally fall asleep like that.”
“You truly are the most idiotic person I’ve ever come across, and for that I pity you.”
“I don’t need your pity!”
“But you admit you’re idiotic?”
“Yes…wait no!”
“Quit trying to pull me back!”
“You should be thankful I ain’t strangling you! Now get over here!”
“No! Fuckin’ hurts when I move.”
“…did I really hurt your leg?”
“What? No, don’t Gimmie that look.”
“…”
“Quit it!”
“I didn’t mean-”
“I can’t hear you lalala~”
“Sanji quit being such a self reliant prick!”
“I’m not a pri-I said quit grabbing at me!”
“Shut up and hold still!”
“Let me go! Stupid crap-headed shit-swordsman…oh hell.”
“This feel good?”
“Fucking hell…j-just…yeah like that…”
“Bet ya feel stupid now for struggling.”
“You would have hit my leg and you know it.”
“Before I actually had to worry.”
“Well rubbing my leg ain’t gonna f-fix…god damn…”
“It feels good and you know it.”
“S-shut up…god damnit…”
“This’ll get circulation flowing, it feel better?”
“Yeah you can stop.”
“…”
“…I said you can stop.”
“…”
“Crap head let my leg go!”
“Ow, ok fine go ahead.”
“Finally.”
“…are you hard?”
“NO!”
“No, I think I see something…”
“Quit staring ero-idiot!”
“So you get turned on when I touch your legs?”
“No! Dear lord you are fucking retarded!”
“Where you think you’re going?”
“Kitchen, I need a smoke and they are in my jacket.”
“Everyone’s gonna be gone till sunrise you know…”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…Gimmie 10 minuets then come in.”
“10 minuets!?”
“Fuck head! We just got finished 30 minuets ago! My knees probably got red marks from being on them. Just Gimmie time to get the splinters out!”
“Well not like I’m taking you from behind again.”
“d-don’t talk like that so plainly!”
“You’ll be on your back…”
“Shut up.”
“Legs over my shoulders.”
“SHUT. UP.”
“So I can do more of this ‘touching’ you seem to like. Plus I can get to your neck better that way.”
“I WILL scissor your funny lookin head off your idiot shoulders.”
“And I’ll bend ya in half so you’ll be to distracted to try anything.”
“On second thought I’ll be finished in 30 minuets and you can sit here with your boner till I’m fucking good and ready.”
“Wait that ain’t fair! Sanji? Sanji!”
“Can’t hear you lalala”
“FUCKING ANNOYING COOK!”
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| ZoSan<3 |
[Oct. 1st, 2006|05:18 pm] |
Mornings never were this calm, oh no. There was always some noise going on above deck. The heavy tap of the swordsmen’s boots as he trekked across deck in search of a place to have a pre-morning-post-breakfast-after-training nap, Luffy and Ussop hooting and hollering on deck about one problem or another, even Nami and her endless shuffle around deck looking out at any islands she can see so she can mark them down.
But this morning was different. Sanji heard no sound while he was cleaning up in the bathroom, shaving and fixing his hair to hide his left eye. He stood staring in the mirror, waiting to hear the captain’s cries for meat or some other food that he already ate 10 times his weight in, or Chopper’s panicked screams because something just happen to look like it would eat him.
For almost 2 minuets he waited, until he snorted a “screw it” and left the bathroom clad in only his tight black pants he always seemed to have on.
He had woken up after everyone else that morning, shocked to hell that nobody woke him up to cook breakfast for everyone. Instead of being insulted he got up from his side of the floor to go and get ready for the day, carelessly forgetting his shirt in a huff to get ready and figure out what the hell was going on.
He reached the men’s bunk room and entered the dimly lit room. Stepping in, he went to his blue, pin striped shirt that was neatly hung up on a make-shift clothes line. The room was dark and faintly smelt like a mixture of rum and stale wood; in fact he had no idea of the idiot’s presents until he tripped right over the lump on the ground, landing on the floor with a loud thud.
“Oof!” Sanji puffed as the wind was knocked from his chest on impact. He could have easily saved himself, but he’d be damned if he’d break his wrist on the moron’s swords that just so happen to be residing residence under his chest now.
Zoro of course, didn’t stir. Instead huge muscle bound arms came to wrap around the cook, who was lying awkwardly sideways, chest to chest, against the sleeping man. Sanji instinctively struggled against the swordsman’s grip. He didn’t enjoy being restricted from anything, including not being able to get up and kick the fucker in the head.
He tried arching his legs back enough to knock Zoro in the mouth with the heel of his shoe, but his head tilted to the side in a loud yawn at the last second. Sanji growled in frustration and wished he hadn’t left his cigarettes in his shirt pocket, then he could light one up and snuff it out right in the fucker’s eye.
Struggling didn’t work before, but it didn’t hurt to try again. The blonde squirmed and wiggled in his captors grip, to no use. He considered yelling at Zoro, but how would he react to waking up like this? Sanji was half naked for god sake, he had much more dignity then to be found like this by an idiot who would no doubt try and shove a sword thru his gut.
Carefully, he tried moving the arms off his body; that only made Zoro tighten his grip and snort at him. He tried it again only slower, same results followed. Finally is was to hell with dignity. “Hey Marimo, Luffy was playing with your swords and he cut off his arm, Ussop blames you and Nami threw your swords over board.”
That got him.
Zoro opened his eyes and sat up quickly, sending Sanji rolling off him onto his legs. Without giving him a second glance Zoro looked over and counted his swords, then sneered at the bastard. “Fucking love-cook, Luffy’s not even here.”
Sanji, trying to keep his pride, sat up quickly off Zoro’s legs and sneered back. “What you mean “not even here?”
“You forget how to understand English over night, target brow?” Zoro raised an eyebrow at him.
Sanji stood again and began walking to his shirt, starting to get uncomfortable under Zoro’s eyes. Zoro yawned again and stood, picking his swords up and surprisingly, setting them back down on the table Chopper normally fell asleep at while reading. He noticed Sanji not snapping back at him in favor of getting dressed, he knew why, and he was going to tease the hell out of the annoying cook.
“Scared to let me see you “indecent” again?” Zoro smirked, knowing Sanji knew what he meant. “It was over 2 days ago, can’t you get over it? It was just a fu-” He was cut off by a well aimed kick hitting him right in the stomach.
“Shut your trap before I do it for you!” Sanji leered, angered not only Zoro was messing with him, but that the kick didn’t send him thru the hull of the ship.
He slipped his shirt on over his shoulders and began buttoning it up. His angry gaze locked on a loose floor board in favor of making eye contact with the swordsman. A few nights ago he somehow let himself go overboard on some rum offered to him. He found himself stumbling into the crows nest on Zoro’s watch and “distracted” him for a few hours.
At first he claimed it could have been anyone in the crows nest, even Ussop, and he would have gone all over them, but it wasn’t the truth. Sanji went to find Zoro and only Zoro. He even took the liberty of downing another bottle of some cheap wine waiting for Zoro’s watch.
Zoro crosses his arms and scowled to himself at being ignored. He coughed trying to get Sanji’s attention, but was ignored again. He knew he was walking on thin ice with the cook, since has already kicked. All Sanji needed was another reason to kick him and at the very least he would be seeing stars.
The cook did spare another narrowed eye glare at Zoro before he climbed up the mast to the trap door leading onto the deck. Screw the moss head, he would find out where the hell everyone went by himself. It was only then when he tried pushing the door up did he feel that something was covering it, something heavy.
He tried moving so he was upside down on the ladder and kicked up at the door, but not enough of a grip to give it any power. Finally after a few more kicks he climbed down and crosses his arms as well, standing right in front of Zoro.
“What gives?” Sanji said, referring to the door.
“Well before everyone left for the day I told them to push my weights over the door, I believe Chopper might have done it.” Zoro said, looking up appearing to think. Sanji knew better, Zoro didn’t think for shit. He launched out to kick him in the head, which Zoro caught.
Now they stood there, in the dark room. Sanji’s leg held over Zoro’s shoulder, which does sum out to be over Sanji’s own head, since Zoro is taller. Zoro’s eyes burned holes along Sanji’s body as he surveyed him, grinning like the predator he is. Sanji felt very, very small in the gaze.
He tugged once, trying to free his leg from the grip. Only on the second try did he get free. He brought his leg down very balanced, trying to look calmer then he actually felt. Honestly he felt light headed, he would never admit out loud, but being stared at full of lust from Zoro made him blush.
He really hoped the lack of light hid that fact.
“Why did they move your weights over the door?” Sanji said as calm as he could muster.
Zoro took a step towards Sanji, grinning when the cook stepped back. “I told them I wanted time to talk to you alone.”
Sanji was brave, but not stupid; he continued to back up as Zoro stepped closer. “I understand why Luffy might have believed that, but my beautiful Nami-san and Robin-Chan are to smart to fall for that, no way they would believe a single minded moron like you.”
Zoro did growl at the insult, but brushed it off to pick fun at him instead. “Maybe I blew the secret that you’re a cock slut?”
Sanji, not one to take something like that lying down, sent a series of kicks aimed all for that smug face plastered on Zoro’s ugly mug. He swore and kicked until finally he landed one right on his cheek, sending the bastard into the wall next to the emergency door leading to the girl’s cabin.
That’s it! Sanji ran over in Zoro’s dazed state, he wasn’t excepting to let himself off guard enough to be hit. When his head stopped spinning he noticed Sanji next to him trying to open the girl’s cabin door, not working.
Zoro stood and finally got Sanji pinned down against the wall, Zoro effectively pushes his leg between the cook’s thighs to keep any stray legs from kicking him again. He lent in and trailed his tongue around the rim of Sanji’s ear and whispered “Nami was sure to lock that door too.”
Sanji tried tugging his arms away from the hand pinning his wrists together on his back. Zoro bit on the ear until he heard a whimper come from the trapped man. He grinned and continued like that until Sanji began to struggle and attempt to kick him again. “Fucking Seaweed head! I’ll kill you! Get off!”
Zoro growled quietly at the insult and flipped him around on the wall, making sure to keep out of kicking range and to pin his wrists above his head. “You really are too bitchy sometimes.” Sanji opened his mouth to shout yet another threat in his direction, but was promptly shut up by Zoro’s mouth descending on his and smashing their lips together.
Almost to quickly, the cook calmed down under Zoro’s kiss and leaned into it to feel more, parting his lips almost on unspoken command. Zoro grinned into the kiss and thrust his tongue inside Sanji’s mouth, using his other hand to tilt the blonde’s head up to deepen the kiss.
“Mmph...” Sanji groaned. He couldn’t fool himself, he knew he wanted this, wanted Zoro to hold him close and touch everywhere, wanted him to be there and never leave, never…until he honestly looked at what he was doing and bit the idiot’s tongue.
“Gah!” Zoro spurted and recoiled from Sanji. His hand holding the annoying love cook’s chin left to poke at his tongue and make sure it wasn’t bleeding. Sanji was franticly wiping his mouth and glaring under blonde bangs.
Zoro’s expression had gone back to dumb struck. What was wrong with the fucking cook? Wasn’t he nearly asking for him to slide his tongue in there? Why did he bite? Stupid cook, more complicated then a woman for sure. “What was that for?”
Sanji’s gazed narrowed, half pissed that Zoro didn’t let his wrists go, half pissed he couldn’t wring his leg around to kick him, and half pissed at himself for almost letting Zoro have him so easily. “I’m not an easy fuck.”
“Well duh, don’t you think I know that by now?” Zoro scowled. Sanji blinked in confusion.
“Uh…” Sanji stammered, then Zoro shut him up again. “I never said you were easy, why do you think I had the exits cut off and I’m here pinning you down? If I honestly thought you didn’t like it though then I wouldn’t do it.”
Sanji was finally out of words completely, he just stood there, letting the taller man keep him there. Finally it was too much and he broke eye contact, growling under his breath and surely swearing. Before Zoro could ask what he was bitching about now it was Sanji who lent into him to kiss him soundly.
Zoro, not really caring that Sanji did a 180 on his mood, kissed back and planted himself against the blonde.
Deep, slow, long, breathless, all the ways Sanji liked kissing. It reminded Zoro of some old saying he think he either heard from someone or possible just made up. ‘You can lead a chef to the kitchen but can’t make him cook.’ Of course Zoro just twisted the words to fit Sanji, finding himself grinning at how cleaver he was.
None the less, he mixed that saying with the sense of ‘you can lead him to guys but he won’t stop kissing for girls.’
His grin flipped when he realized in some sick way he just called himself a girl, but couldn’t argue with himself since the cook’s mouth opened like before, Zoro found himself thrusting his tongue inside the wet cavern.
His tongue didn’t fight much against Zoro’s. Sanji knew in the end it didn’t matter whose tongue was where; it was just the pure feeling between the lips. He kissed to leave an impact, wanted to draw out feelings from it, and since he was honestly only familiar with emotional relationships with girls, he didn’t try changing his method. He figured if Zoro likes to give smashing, rough, lusty kisses, then he would like his emotional, flushing, adoring kisses.
Not that he adored the idiot; he just preferred to do things his way sometimes.
As was bound to happen, Zoro couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Sanji felt unmistakable warmth on his chest, Zoro hand. At first, Sanji ignored it. He felt his buttons being undone, plucked from each other one by one with great trouble. The swordsman was skilled with his hands, but honest to god sucked at removing someone else’s clothes.
It amused Sanji to no fucking end.
“Problems dumbass?” Sanji asked when Zoro removed himself from the cook’s mouth to try and see why he couldn’t undo his damn shirt.
“You wear too much clothing,” he stated, rethinking what he said, and then adding “To much frilly clothing, s’fucking confusing.” Sanji’s eye rolled, he always noticed Zoro’s own buttons on his shirt were never fastened, now he knew why, the idiot was just real bad at it. Probably would never get his shirt off without ripping it if it was buttoned.
Sanji made a mental note to button Zoro’s shirt while he was asleep and test that theory.
Not wanting Zoro to destroy his shirt, Sanji offered “Let my hands go and I’ll take my shirt off for you.” Zoro just brushed that off and kept trying to remove the shirt. “I can do it.”
“No, you can’t, now leggo before I-” Sanji was cut off in mid sentence by his own shirt being pushed up over his chest and Zoro going straight to work on his nipples, annoying Sanji to no end. “Shit head!...ah damn…”
Zoro’s fingers lazily brushed over the hardening nub on one side while he licked and teased the other one. He wished he could see the cook’s face right now, probably twisted, trying not to make noises. Zoro learnt those two days ago that the love-cook could never keep quiet for long.
“Mmah…Z.oro…” Sanji gasped when Zoro bit him, fucking moron liked doing everything with his mouth. Slowly, Zoro slid both him and Sanji down the wall, trying to keep the other occupied with biting and rubbing. He knew the second Sanji honest to god realized what he was trying to do, there would be shouting and possible if Zoro wasn’t careful, kicking.
Once he had Sanji sitting on the floor and himself on his knees, he left the cook’s chest to view him. Sanji’s eyes were dark and half lidded, breath coming in slow, even. His face a lovely shade of pink and his ears nearly beat red. Zoro made note to the hicky/red mark forming around the nipple he was recently sucking on. He had a feeling tomorrow he was going to have to pay for that.
Sanji on the other hand wasn’t looking at Zoro at all, more about thinking of all the ways he can kick the fucker off the boat and make it look like an accident. He was willing to play along, a long while back, but now that Zoro was in his I’m-in-charge-here-and-I’m-not-going-to-let-you-go mode. Zoro clearly got off to power and wasn’t embarrassed to let anyone know.
The blonde began struggling once he realized he was on the floor. “What the hell?!” He spat, just now noticing the glaze in Zoro’s eyes, it made him stop. It was the look Zoro got when he surveyed his enemy, he was always thinking about how to cut this person down, how to make himself the victor and the other the loser. He planned it out in his head, the only thing missing was the…
“Aren’t you comfortable?” Zoro smirked.
Yeah, the smirk.
Sanji, again, felt small. Damn Zoro for…for just being himself. He’d be damned if he let Zoro know how he was making his stomach do flip flops. Putting on his best glare, Sanji sneered “Oh yeah, terribly comfy.”
The swordsman’s head tilted slightly “Really? Well hell then I’ll never need to worry about taking you on a bed. If the ground works fine for you then I could even take you in the kitchen.” Zoro found it quite hard to hold on to the thrashing cook as insults were flung at him.
“Shit head! You really are stupid huh?! I suppose when your parents kicked you out you musta hit that thick head of yours! What a god damn idiot! Now I won’t feel so bad when I kick the hell outta your skull!” The insults flew from Sanji’s mouth and all stuck arrows into Zoro, it would have been slightly annoying if Sanji hadn’t just admitted something very important.
“So you feel bad when you kick me?” Zoro stated, so simply it made Sanji stop and even calm down. “No, I don’t feel bad, the words just fit together well.” The blonde tried covering what he said. Ever since that one time Sanji had actually broke Zoro’s nose with an off aim kick he had started feeling bad.
Not bad enough to stop kicking sense into the idiot’s head, but bad enough to not aim so close to his face. Zoro just started poking Sanji in the chest. “Nuh uh, you’re still iffy about the time you broke my-”
“Shut up!” Sanji blurted before Zoro had a chance to repeat what he was just thinking to himself. Honestly Sanji did feel sorta bad for Zoro, Chopper had said he wasn’t allowed to drink for the time it healed for one reason or another, plus it was just damn pathetic seeing Zoro try and use his three swords then lose the one in his mouth after shouting out “Ow!”
Zoro was off the deep end with confusion, before realizing he was losing control of the situation. To make up for it he used more force then necessary to jerk off Sanji’s belt and practically rip his pants and boxers down around his hips.
Thankfully the button on his pants popped open without having to be destroyed, but it still irked him. “I’m not going to do this with you!” The cook yelled as his legs were one at a time pinned under Zoro’s knees. He knew sooner or later if Zoro was planning what Sanji thought he was planning, his legs would be freed, and that is when he would attempt to knock Zoro out and find a way outta here.
Zoro took off his bandana from his left arm and used it to tie Sanji’s hands (carefully) behind his back. He knew if they were kept above his head the cook would start bitching about losing circulation, blah blah, he needed his hands for cooking, blah blah, hands are a cook’s livelihood, blah fricken blah. Zoro heard it once before, just not quite in this situation.
Fingers already numb, Sanji couldn’t wiggle his wrists from the knots and couldn’t rip the fabric. Zoro was pretty stupid, but didn’t fuck around with anything involving his sword fighting. Count on the idiot to get some weirdo strong type of cloth. When Sanji came back online from his resent thought, he saw Zoro already undoing his own pants.
“Hey! I just said no! No no no! No means no fucktard!” Sanji started yelling again. Zoro thought about next time getting a second bandana to gag the bitchy cook. Hopefully the next time wouldn’t be this struggled though.
Zoro lent in, trying to be sweet, and kissed the love cook’s cheek. “We did this before you know.” Sanji narrowed his eyes at being reminded. He had no idea how stupid Zoro was; just because you do something once doesn’t mean you need to do it again. It’s like the time Zoro touched a hot frying pan that was sitting by the sink. He was going to throw a hot pan at him after this and mock that since he did it before he could do it again.
“You’re not going to stop even if I keep yelling at you huh?”
“Hm…no I don’t think so.”
“Fucking rapist…”
“What was that?”
“Need me to spell it?" Sanji glared.
Zoro didn’t push the matter; he undid his own zipper and pulled his half hard member out. “I bet once you come you’ll be just a little happy puddle of Sanji goo.” Sanji rolled his eye at him then was caught off guard by his legs being lifted up and his knees held at his shoulders. “Hey wait!”
Zoro’s gazed dropped and he groaned in aggravation. “Damnit you’re annoying, what is it now?” He looked at Sanji, quite surprised that the cook wasn’t giving him any dirty glares. Sanji nodded his head to the pantry and then back at Zoro.
“Olive oil, there is a cheap bottle in there, use it.” Zoro didn’t completely comprehend what Sanji said, was he offering lubrication? And if so did that mean he wasn’t unwilling? Also did that say he was sorta…ok with it? Zoro’s brain fried with the new information he was undoubtedly coming up with. Sanji snorted. “Hey, idiot, your batteries run out or something? Get the fucking oil; I’m not letting you take me dry.”
Without being told again Zoro put Sanji’s legs down again, half sighing when he wasn’t kicked as a last minuet trick. He made his way over to the pantry the best he could with his boner hanging out his pants like that. He wasn’t completely aware with Sanji working the knot that tied his hands.
‘Almost…just a bit…’ Sanji thought, he could feel the knot slipping. He was so close…so fucking close…
“Hey it this it?” he was close, jig is up.
Zoro stood holding a bottle with the oil inside. Sanji nodded faintly, cursing under his breath. Not only did he HELP the swordsman in fucking him, he was literally sitting back and just going to take it, like some filthy blonde slut. Sanji shuttered at the reference, and avoided eye contact with Zoro as he approached again.
This made sense though; it was his fault after all. For months Sanji had secret feelings for Zoro. He’d been covering it by picking random fights or all together ignoring him, but that one night, he let himself go. He’d finally been desperate for attention and affection, any kind, even if it meant going drunk to a possibly horny swordsman. So in the end it was Sanji’s own fault, for playing the whore’s roll and going to the swordsman with every intention to be fucked.
Zoro sat again and emptied some oil into his hand before stroking himself with it, slicking it up for a smooth fuck. Zoro’s eyes went up to see Sanji’s face, whether it be glaring or excited, he was disappointed when he saw he wasn’t even expressing anything.
“Oi, cook, what’s wrong?” odd kindness on Zoro’s part, but you would suppose everyone has a little compassion in them. Sanji still didn’t meet his eyes. “Just do it and get it over with. I’m tired of this game of yours.”
Zoro couldn’t explain it; he felt a pang of guilt in his chest. It’s like within the last 2 minuets Sanji had realized something or had just completely lost any will. This didn’t make sense at all. Wasn’t it Sanji who came to him first? He was the one looking for sex, looking for Zoro. Although he won’t admit it, Zoro was quite happy. He’d been waiting for something, anything from Sanji. Yet he didn’t expect sex on the very first time. Maybe a kiss or hug, but he was damned surprised when Sanji started removing his clothes.
He wasn’t about to continue until the guilt went away. “Don’t talk like you’re not willing. I know you are, you’re practically hard for crying out loud!” Zoro pointed out, indeed he was right. Sanji growled. “Go die.”
The swordsman glared, then reached for Sanji. The blonde’s eyes instantly shut; he didn’t want to watch Zoro doing him like this. He was surprised when he felt his arms go loose and the bandana be removed. His eyes opened again to see Zoro staring straight at him. It was almost liked he was trying to see right into his mind. “Sanji,” Zoro began “Tell me what is going on.”
Sanji was busy rubbing his wrists, but he didn’t back down from the stare. “I…I’m aware I started all this…from before.” Sanji struggled for words, anyway to say this all without sounding like a completely pansy. “I was looking for you that night, I wanted you, I still do, but…” He broke eye contact and hissed to hide his embarrassment. “Take me like a person, I don’t want to be tied, or ambushed, or caught, or forced, or any of that. Just…ya know…say you wanna do it and we can. Kinda like the first time.”
Zoro took a moment to understand all this. In the end he supposed Sanji wanted what everyone wanted, to not be thought of as just someone, but to be thought of as the person he is, the annoying, bitchy love-cook who flaunts over girls and cooks for all those who hunger for food. Just a person.
“Still doesn’t explain the first night.” Zoro mumbled, leaning in to wrap his arms around Sanji and tug him up into his own lap. His non-demanding hold and his quiet breathing let Sanji figure out Zoro wasn’t ‘not interested’.
“I needed an excuse to approach you; if I wasn’t drunk you might have kicked me out of the crows nest.”
“Or make you stay? How do you know I would have rejected you? Cause I didn’t, I kept you there.”
Sanji scowled. “How should I have known that you’re gay?”
“I’m not gay!”
“You so are gay!”
“Then that makes you double gay!”
“That doesn’t even make sense!”
“Yes it does!”
“How?!”
Both men squared off, glazed locked in half fury half lust stares. Zoro broke first and kisses Sanji. They both relaxed into it until it broke. Zoro was first to speak again. “You really are confusing; at first when you kissed back I figured this would be easy.”
Sanji shrugged and leant back on the wall, still seated in Zoro’s lap. “Thought I wasn’t an easy fuck?”
“Well yeah I know, I figured all blondes were easy.”
“Say that again and I’ll chop your dick off next time.”
“Next time?”
He rolled his eyes and pressed his groin against the other man’s, satisfied when he heard a groan. “Yeah, next time, right now I’m horny.”
Zoro slid his hold down to the cook’s hip, holding tight and lifting him with ease to reside over his dripping member. He didn’t want to wait, but he didn’t want Sanji to bitch, oh the troubles. He compromised by lowering Sanji slowly and trying his damnedest not to thrust up.
The heat was intense; the early squabble must have heated him to the very core. Zoro kept his stone grip on Sanji’s waist, and Sanji kept a new lock around Zoro neck. Every now and then a sound was forces from either Sanji’s over baring tightness or Zoro’s well equipped accessories, but neither could complain about it.
Soon, after a horrid slow entrance, Sanji was fully seated on Zoro’s lap, taking him to the hilt. Zoro noticed his face twisted from pain. He nudged his chin with his nose, almost an animal like gesture. “Cook, you holdin’ up?”
No responses at first, Sanji’s eyes were focused on what seemed like nothing, glazed over and possibly useless. All his senses of everything else left him, all he could feel was Zoro, in him, against him, right in front of him. His smell was strong, musky filling the room. His rough callused hands on his hips holding him still with his waist firmly against his thighs, he could even taste his breath against his face. He growled and jerked his hips a little. “Move….Marimo.”
Zoro lent in to lean his lips against the cooks white neck; he grinned against it. “I intend too.” Without waiting anymore, Zoro lifted Sanji, then pulled him back down over his cock. Finally what he wanted, to hear that idiot cook make another noise that didn’t involve whining.
“Agh!” Sanji breathed out, violently. Zoro’s quick movement took him by surprise. The first time was painful; a jolt of just this feeling that was like someone taking a knife to his lower back. It didn’t break the skin, the knife felt dull and just painstakingly dragged over and over the same spot. Soon the knife feeling left and was replaced with a more numb sensation.
Forcing Sanji up and down, Zoro rocked his hips to increase depth inside the cook. The feeling dug at his gut, it told him to ‘get in deeper’. His gut was groaning and begging to push this heat against the nearest thing and fuck it bloody. It was Zoro’s mind that reminded him this heat was Sanji, and he couldn’t do anything to extreme. This time anyway. He compromised with digging his fingers into whatever he was holding, he seemed to have forgotten. Sanji reminded him.
“..Ow! F.fuckbrains! Quit sq.squeezing so fuckin hard!” Sanji hissed. Zoro’s fingers were going to bruise him at this rate. He was winding up for another insult spasm until Zoro lifted him higher, and let his dick slip free. Sanji couldn’t hold back a whine, but it came out more a yelp as Zoro plunged in at what felt like an even deeper rate, and hitting that spot that made Sanji want to jump out of his skin.
He grunted as Sanji’s fingernails buried themselves in his back, clawing and twitching like crazy. He knew that would occupy Sanji while he switch positions by falling forward, pinning Sanji on his back and cupping his hands behind the blondes knees, pushing both legs up to the knee caps were touching his shoulders. It always amazed Zoro how flexible Sanji was, but it was even more amazing to actually see it.
Sanji cried out, and took Zoro by surprise. He never heard such an unmanly…well…unmanly was a bad way to put it, he never heard such an off guard sound come from him. Sanji always seemed ready for any attack thrown at him, and even if he was hit off guard he could normally toss out a grunt or something other then a cry.
It was sensational; Zoro’s cock spread him just right and made his lower back throb in numb pleasure. He gasped and moaned and made all these oh-so-out-of-character noises that he never ever intended to make in front of anyone, not even a women. It was so much more ‘want’, he wanted to grab that funny patch of green hair and hiss to Zoro every dirty thing he wanted to do.
The pace sped up, Zoro was ruthlessly pounding into Sanji, using most of his weight to bury himself inside then counting on his knees to lift him again only to repeat the process. Sanji never liked just sitting back and enjoying it, he himself was jerking back the best he could to meet each thrust into him. His insides were being pushed and moved, but they were so willing as to move and let Zoro fuck anywhere he wanted.
Zoro took interest in not only screwing the blonde into the floor, but this god awful fascination in his neck. How smooth and so fuckin perfect it looked. He latched on to the biggest piece of it he could get and sucked like his life depended on it. Sanji made another new noise to Zoro’s ears, like a mew or something. It only encouraged him to suck and fuck even harder.
‘Oh fuckin God~’ Sanji thought. His stomach tightened and his head tilted back giving Zoro more room to work. His hands clawed and scratched marks into Zoro’s back which he was sure would show for at least a week. One hand had to leave it’s counterpart to stroke Sanji’s own neglected member.
Only out of the corner of his eye Zoro could see exactly what was going on down there. He saw his own dick moving in and out of Sanji, slick and throbbing from its earlier neglect. He even noticed Sanji’s own hand working like crazy on his own dick. The sight of the cook’s legs spread and quivering was enough, but now knowing that his ‘prized hands’ weren’t to special to fulfill his own needs was just pushing him farther and farther to coming.
Once again the pace quickened, became more unsteady and more demanding. Sanji gasped as Zoro bit his neck in the place he took such a long time in marking. Zoro grunted and panted against the other’s neck, feeling Sanji’s whole body tense and tighten around him. So fucking close, so god damned motherfucking…close.
“Gonna…c.come..” Zoro panted between bites. He didn’t know if he needed to warn Sanji or not, but he figured his ‘I’m a nice guy’ points would go up in Sanji’s book if he warned him. Sanji’s arm wrapped around his neck and pulled the other closer to him. “Hurry th.then.”
Only a few more thrusts in and Zoro came, hard, deep and about damn time. Sanji’s eyes widen and his mouth was left slack as he felt each and every pulse of heat rush thru him. It was enough to drive him over the edge as he came hot and hard between their bodies.
Both were caught in catching their breath. Sanji was taking smooth gasps in to regain his composure, while Zoro was just taking gulps of air in and calm him down. Zoro didn’t wait to give Sanji an A-OK before pulling out. All he received was a groan before the cook sat up to join him.
“Lemmie guess, you don’t do after-glow?” Sanji mused, finding his strength and standing before pulling on his boxers. Zoro didn’t move to get his clothes just yet.
“Maybe next time,” He grunted “Where you goin?” Sanji narrowed his eyes and walked to the bathroom door. “To the bathroom, I gotta re-clean so I don’t smell like you.”
“And what’s wrong with that?” Zoro said defensively.
“Cause we’re not dogs dumbass, just cause we did that doesn’t mean everyone’s gotta find out.” Sanji hissed in response, and added. “And I expect that door open when I come back.” Without another word Sanji gathered the remained of his clothes and left. Zoro scowled to himself.
“Like anyone could smell me on you.” He muttered, then thought about how Luffy could smell a meal on some weird island from the other side of the boat on a dry day at some unreasonably early time in the morning standing upwind. He shook his head and got dressed, just in time to hear a footsteps going around on deck and the shift of his weights being moved. |
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