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Ch. 12: Perhaps You're Glad to See Me?

Smooch.

"Un…Luffy, lemme alone…"

Smoochsmoochsmooch…

Margaret snuggled into the sheets and wriggled a little when the draft coming in from the window chilled the kiss trail Luffy was currently paving over her spine. It had been warm a minute ago, until he'd decided to be a jerk and do whatever he wanted. And his beard, even though she'd taken her dagger to it the night before, had grown back to add another dimension to his "lip-smushies".

She inhaled, groaned and looked out at the dusty pink sky. Sun wasn't even up...

"Luffyyy~" she said groggily, frowning at the wall when she felt him nibble her butt, "stop doing stuff in weird places…"

She looked to her left, his feet sticking out of the sheets where his head should've been. Well, it might've been strange otherwise, if he was down there biting her butt and all…

"It's warmer under here," came his muffled argument, moving his feet so his toes rubbed at her arm. They were freezing. "I thought you said it was warm at night…"

"Nami-san's rain cloud's probably cooled the temperature," she offered, arching and then dropping her hips back to the bed so that he bounced when she was finished stretching. She tickled his feet, which made him squirm until he was climbing his way up her back and giggling into her hair.

"You're warm…"

"Let me sleep more. You're annoying."

"Don't be mean to me," he pouted, dragging his half arousal over her leg. Their simultaneous shivers had each other sighing contentedly. He hugged her tight and whined, "We could finish…before we hafta get up…"

"Sweet Pea's room is right next to mine. And you're loud when I touch you," she whispered, the larger girl's snores audible now that they were paying attention. He shifted to his elbows and hummed into her lower back, "Doesn't sound like she cares…"

"You know," she said irritatedly, feeling his teeth pulling at the more sensitive skin on her sides and making her yelp, "you don't hafta bite everything now that you know you can. Sometimes it actually does hurt…"

He stopped and blinked at her. "Why didn't you say somethin'?"

She gave him a look that told him exactly what she thought of his IQ. "I just did."

He slumped into where she had been laying when she moved to get up, and gave her the saddest look he could muster, complete with dramatic, heart-broken tears at the corners of his eyes.

"Come back, Margaret, it's cold."

"I know," she whispered, rummaging through the decorated trunk by the wall. She brought out a couple large blankets, both of them brightly colored and wide enough to fit over her bed. She held them up and said, "I made these. They come in handy once in a while."

He pushed the sheets away, stretched until he had a hold of her and pulled her over to straddle his stomach, the blankets coming over their heads heavily. They giggled, like kids in a secret hide-out.

"Here, lean down," he told her, moving up to meet her half way. She gripped the sheets and moaned, her trembling coaxing out a messy trail of saliva as he suckled her nipple.

He felt some wetness near his belly button, the tempting friction offered by his abs a bit too much for her to pass up. She whimpered with frustration.

"It's drooling again," he pointed out, licking her salted skin and pulling her in to speak softly, "Should I…ya know…touch it?"

She nodded and clung to him while he tried to configure their bodies in a way that would make it easier. His voice was muffled by her hair, "It's probably better if you let go…"

So she did, and he found himself between her legs; still just as confused as when they'd been on the ship.

After a couple minutes of anxiously waiting for him to do something, her voice carried down to him hesitantly, "You…you don't have to. I can…I can just do it later…"

She sounded hurt. Like he was hurting her feelings. Which wasn't what he wanted at all. Thinking about it, he had never actually seen her finish. Which wasn't really fair, considering how much she'd touched him. He didn't want to make excuses. It wasn't really his thing. But…why did girls have to be so…in-ish? All he had to do was whip it out and that was that. Margaret…Margaret's touchy places were like…inside her.

He frowned, frustrated with himself, and leaned down on his elbows to kiss her belly.

"You trust me, right?"

She blinked down at him through the blanket and nodded. "Why?"

He used his thumbs to pull apart her folds, trapped warmth spreading over his face and the musty smell of her unserviced need filling his nostril's. It was strange…not a bad smell, but…different. Thick. Not that he'd had any expectations in the first place…

She bit her tongue to contain the surprised noise meant to convey how pleased she felt when he finally decided to pad his lips over the tender flesh.

"Lu-Luffy…that's…oooh~"

"How's that?" he asked, a hint of insecurity in his voice. "It didn't hurt, right?"

"No, no," she sighed, pushing back her bangs and looking at him expectantly. "Can…can you do it more?"

He smiled brightly. "You like it?"

She blushed and gave him a sheepish smile. "Mm. If you could…maybe, go a little higher…"

He frowned in concentration and licked slowly, waiting for some indication that he was on the right track. She stared and heaved aroused breaths at the blanket overhead.

"Ooo…up…maybe…a little to the right…no, my right..."

He passed over what they were looking for and was startled when she groaned loudly and lifted her hips without warning. His eyes widened in panic, watching her writhe around in assumed pain.

"S-sorry-"

"Please," she begged, hands rifling around to push his head back where it had been. "Again…lick it again…it feels so good…"

He pursed his lips in confusion and stared at her sex. "I don't know if I get it…"

"There's nothing for you to GET," she finally told him in heated desperation, reaching over and shoving him back in place. Despite getting juice all over his chin, he grinned. All this time he'd just let her do what she wanted, and he was finally sipping from the power cup she hogged every time she touched his bits. And it felt surprisingly good, having someone really like how you touched them; feeling needed. Feeling needed by her.

He decided to up the ante. With a sly grin, he asked, "Hm. You want me to lick it? You like that, huh?"

"Yes," she moaned, spreading her legs as far as was possible while keeping them in the blanket. He shishishi'd and made her squeak, planting a small chu in the middle of it.

"I'm gonna finish you~" he declared quietly, settling in for the long haul. Her noises of approval floated through the wall and into the ears of her disturbed, very irritated housemate.

The Saga Of What The Hell Is She Dreaming About…

Perhaps it was the incident that had taken place the day before, or the condensed water still fogging the majority of the island at this early morning hour, but Nyon found herself unable to sleep. Her weathered feet, un-sandaled and cooled by the dew of the grass that had over grown the stone steps of the garden, easily climbed until she could look out into the basin of Amazon Lily's village. She smiled tiredly.

I always pondered how old women could wake at such early hours.

Only in old age herself could she now understand: it was the sense of time passing, being gone for good, and then never returning that prevented one at such an age from wasting it away sleeping. And so, as the purple line of dawn's break greeted her and her sense of foreboding, she sought out the place in which she liked best to meditate.

Hebihime-sama's heart has significantly thawed since her meeting with Monkey D. Luffy…but I suspect he still isn't interested.

It was a shame. He was indeed a brilliant match for her. A man among men, and the only one able to burrow a hole into the layer of ice surrounding Hancock. But Nyon had seen it before, the winds of hurricanes dying slowly until they were waves that crashed more steadily upon the shore.

And a hurricane is only effective when there is land to be effected by it, the former Empress thought, chuckling to herself.

Perhaps fate had only intended for him to pave the way for something more earthy to come in and finish the job? Perhaps it was just an old woman's intuition.

Or maybe I just want grandchildren...

She was still human. And none of the girl's were getting any younger. For Hancock to never pop any out would be an absolute waste of genetics. And there was benefit for her in there, too. It wasn't like Nyon wasn't keeping her adoptive daughter's best interest in mind when picking out potential suitors for her. Well, suitor, at this point. But nobody had a butt like his, so she had taken a gamble, pulled some strings, and they now seemed to be getting along swimmingly, so everything was hunky-dory.

Perhaps with this one you might see some reciprocation, Hancock. If you let yourself become a little less detestable, the love could last a bit longer than the storm.

…

P.S. You really need to get laid.

Nyon smiled, laughing calmly and breathing deeply through her nostrils.

Yes, today would be a good day. Perhaps.

Roronoa Zoro was not one to fantasize. Much.

When he did, it usually involved a faceless woman. Maybe two. But that was on rare occasion. And usually when he was drinking.

Right now, he was about as sober as he could get, with three massive pairs of boobs in the same bed as him. And he wasn't even getting any.

And it got worse.

In an attempt to put on some sort of facade of gentlemanly-ness, he'd slipped into slumber as far away as possible from his known bunkmate. In the course of the night, however, her two sister's had snuck in, undetected, squished himself and said bunkmate between them, and not bothered to fix the mangled mess they'd made of the limbs of the two people currently making the filling to this sandwich of fuck-uppery. Meaning he was destined to wake up, drooling into the cleavage of one, Boa Hancock. And by cleavage, he meant deep-sea trench. Seriously. He'd woken up because one of his snore's had echoed.

Just go back to sleep. Pretend this isn't happening.

Easier said than done. Now that he was conscious, the pain of having a second degree burn chafed by bandages and one's own waist line had him flinching further into the abyss. By accident, of course.

She moaned in her sleep. Not that he could really blame her. When you're sleepin', yeah. Warm saliva all over your boobs probably feels pretty fuckin' amazing. Add on the scruff she'd pointed out earlier, thirty-plus years of sexual inactivity and a coma like state, and Zoro was probably the epitome of every woman's fantasy right now. Hell, he could make this a business. Roronoa Zoro: Demon Gigolo…

The cosmos wasn't making him suffer enough, so one of her legs flung itself over his thigh. Which meant, because she was such a huge woman in the first place, it came to rest nicely against his burn. Perfection.

How do you decide what's worse? Suffer the slings and arrows? Or wake her up and explain why there's slobber all over her chest?

Goddammit, I am a GROWN ASS MAN.

"You look like a moldy piece of fruit," she muttered, startling him out of his internal struggle. She did not look pleased to see him so up close and personal. "I thought I told you I didn't want to see that shit when I woke up this morning."

"You're forgetting whose bed you're in," he said, blushing hard when he realized that talking out loud meant talking into her boob flesh. "And since I didn't plan on these party crasher's, you are no longer welcome."

"You're forgetting whose bed, palace, island and chest you're currently residing in," she pointed out with no hint of embarrassment. "I suppose trusting you with my body was pointless. I'm just glad I woke before you tried to marry me or something equally disgusting…"

"You keep using marriage out of context, idiot," he grumbled, struggling to lift his head and keep his speech tit free. "Get your leg off me. My back hurts."

She pouted and mimicked him sarcastically, "Widdle baby swowdsman got a booboo and can't handow a girls' weg…"

His eye twitched. "Your personality is kind of offensive."

"Your face is offensive. I don't even have reason to consider the rest of you if you have a diseased face."

"IT'S FACIAL HAIR," he whispered fiercely so he didn't wake the huge girl snoring on his other side. "EVERY GUY WORTH HIS BALL SACK HAS SOME."

"You're disgusting."

He smirked, his speech wry. "And yet, here we are." 'Here', of course, being forced into each other's space by two significantly larger bodies and numerous events neither person wanted to bring up.

"They probably had more dreams," she said a lot more thoughtfully, letting her head sink into a silk pillow. He didn't really know what to say, but he didn't really have a choice but to stay where he was.

"Guess you guys are pretty close, huh," he commented. "Though, you don't look alike at all…"

Hancock snorted. "Our mother fell in love multiple times in her life. Something I could probably never come to understand, but I suppose…her circumstances were different than ours."

This was said in a way that hinted that there might be something a bit deeper behind it, but Zoro wasn't really a digger. Could he be blamed for being a little curious, though? Here was a woman wading neck deep in emotional instability. All he got for the first forty-eight hours of interaction with her was arrogance and egoism. Now all he saw was a meek desire to shut the world out. It was dizzying how fast she seemed to go from crazed monster to mellow hermit.

"You say you love Luffy," he murmured, narrowing his eyes at her. "How did you come to that conclusion?"

She heaved a sigh and shifted so her leg came off of him and her boobs were controlled. "Luffy has forced me to change," she finally spoke, "and though I still could never hope to measure up to him in kindness or consideration…" She contemplated her own paradigm shift and smiled softly. "Though it's still hard for me…I think maybe I've grown a little."

He stared at her. "So you're saying you were even worse before he got a hold of you?"

"Shut up," she sneered, poking his cheek. "When you speak I feel nauseous."

He swatted at her lightly, like she was an annoying fly. "You brought him back to the archipelago, though, right?"

She blinked. "Yes. I did."

He searched her eyes for a minute, then smiled something playful, something way too boyish for the hardened face she was staring at.

"Guess I'm just having a hard time figuring out why we don't get along better," he chuckled, lifting a hand to rub at his ear and jingling his collection of earrings. "You don't seem that bad to me, now that you've slept. Do you just not sleep enough? 'S that it?"

She blushed and elongated her look of disgust. "You and I have nearly nothing in common, moron."

He didn't seem phased anymore by her jabs. She wasn't sure why this alarmed her so.

"What we do have in common pretty much makes up for the rest of it though," he offered smoothly, closing his good eye, "eh, Hancock?"

She watched him drift away, waiting a few minutes before subconsciously vining towards the warmth of his chest. But just a bit. He looked cold anyway.

Luffy emerged from Margaret's window with a dull soreness in his jaw, mussed hair, and the greatest sense of accomplishment he'd felt since rejoining his crew. She eventually made her way over from the bed to watch him dress in his still damp, newly washed clothes with her hair tousled and her body flushed and glowing with satisfaction. They stared at each other while he put his pants on, a stronger, more intimate connection passing between them.

"I did good, right?" he asked, wanting to hear her praises again and sidling over to lean up and receive some sort of reward. She kissed his face, saving most of the passion for when she took his mouth in hers. He pulled away when he started feeling light headed and staggered a happy sigh.

"Can you come over again tonight?" she asked, batting her lashes at him. He grinned and nodded vigorously at her invitation. She took the sash from his hands before he could tie it around his waist and used it to pull him even closer.

"I wanna lick it," she purred in his ear. "Your thing." She pried open his lips with her own, slid her tongue in with an inflated amount of sensuality and moaned, "I'll lick it until you finish."

He had kind of wondered if she might want to try. She'd certainly sounded like she was enjoying the licking after he'd sort of gotten the hang of it…yeah, the thought had definitely entered his mind.

He blinked dreamily. "You want to?"

She giggled when he reached up to pull her from the window, cradling her naked, endorphin spiked body and pushing them both up against the stone wall of the house. Through his still fairly hit-or-miss kisses, she said, "Mm-hm. I bet it'd feel good for you if it felt that good for me…"

"You could do it now," he whined softly. He was still pretty turned on by what had just transpired, but because of his slow, amateur execution, there really wasn't much more time to fool around. She laughed and shook her head.

"I'm teaching a lesson today, and then I'm helping with the rebuilding," she told him. "So I probably won't see you until later."

He frowned. "Lesson?"

"Today is my turn to teach archery to the younger girls," she said slowly, searching his eyes, "I usually don't until a little later in the day, but because everyone else is working on the stadium this morning, I thought it might be a good idea to…" she gave him a confused look when he started narrowing his eyes and pouting, "…I mean, the mother's with shops usually have their daughter's help them, but..."

"So…you're saying that," he started off sourly, "if the stadium hadn't been ruined, you wouldn't have to get up."

She blinked and tilted her head. "Yes? I changed it of my own accord, though…"

"But you wouldn't have," he emphasized, dropping his head and pouting into her shoulder, "if the stadium didn't have to be worked on."

She was so confused. "…I suppose not."

He remained on her shoulder for some time before nodding and lifting her back up to sit on the sill. She frowned as he shoved his sleeves over his arms and trudged away, not even bothering to tie the sash.

"Lu-Luffy? Where are you going? Are you mad?"

"No," he called witheringly, "Just gonna go talk to my crew."

"Thank you, Sanji-kun," Aphelandra said wearily, yawning into the bowl of soup Sanji put in her hands. He swooned and moved a dramatic hand to sweep over the eye not effected by his hair.

"Such a lovely woman! Oh, so many beauties! All beautiful, all different, all awaiting my love!"

"SHUT UP AND UNTIE ME YOU BLONDE BASTARD!" Usopp shouted, bound together by several of the expensive sheets that graced the beds of the palace. Brook sat on a log beside him, drinking tea with indifference and every once in a while asking the sniper for his opinion of what he might have to do to make it socially acceptable for all women, not just Amazon's, to go around pantiless. Usopp was being less than good company.

Sanji's eyes glinted and he raised his ladle in warning. "I take you out of that damn loon jacket when you tell me what you know."

Usopp glared at Brook, facial's unreadable and staring straight ahead.

"I've already told you what I know," Usopp ground out, struggling to wriggle away. "Luffy wasn't in his bed. After he didn't come back-"

"Right. I got it," Sanji interrupted him, sneering and chewing on his cigarette, "you got lonely and decided it might be a good idea to wake me up. I don't give a shit about you and your insecurities."

"Skeleton's get insecure as well," Brook mused. "When there was nobody in the room, I sought out Sanji-san because I knew he would probably be sleeping alone-"

"FUCK YOU, SHITTY BAG O' BONES," Sanji screamed, giving him his most colorful finger. "YOU EVEN SKIPPED OUT ON NAMI-SAN'S LECTURE, YOU SHIT-HEAD. WHY THE HELL ELSE WOULD I MAKE YOU COME OUT HERE TO HELP ME."

"Sanji-kun," Robin said with gentle cheerfulness, unaffected by the early hour, "the soup is getting low. Nami-san is having trouble chopping the vegetables, so perhaps, if you would be so kind…"

"ANYTHING FOR ROBIN-CHWAN," he heaved, leaping forward to plant a good morning kiss on her personage and faceplanting where her now confirmed clone had been standing.

"Tch. You're such a mama's boy," Usopp grunted. He received a glare and a punctuated set of words.

"Behave until I get back. When you're ready to tell me where the shitty captain is, I'll consider letting you go." And then he walked off, mutterings of 'shit sniper' floating and fading from his lips as he walked off to help Nami.

"You're too suspicious," Usopp informed Brook, narrowing his eyes. "You were gone the entire lecture, and didn't get back until it was past lights out. Where the hell were you."

"My spirit simply had the desire to roam," the skeleton said, setting his cup down and watching a busty Amazon walk by. "There's so much to see here…"

Usopp snorted. "Be honest. You know something. Where's Luffy."

"I have no recollection of ever seeing Luffy-san in my travels," he replied, fluffing his hair. "Though, I don't really see a lot. What with having no eyeballs…YOHOHOHO~"

"HILARIOUS, BROOK," Usopp hollered, losing patience and wriggling violently in his straight jacket, "MEANWHILE, GET ME OUT OF THIS STUPID THING."

"No can do, Usopp-san. I have to go…uh…serenade some ladies." And with that, the tallest member of the Straw Hat crew creaked up to a standing position, made off with his guitar and started singing something about wishing there was a breeze to lift skirts…

"Franky, I don't really want to know the details, but," Chopper said slowly, "I'm just hoping you don't plan on using this for something…"

"You're damn right I do," the cyborg growled, pouting over at the wall and folding his arms over the silk comforter of Hancock's bed. "That woman thinks she's so smart. She doesn't suspect a thing. And I ain't wasting this perfect chance to use her own cunning against her."

Chopper sweat dropped. "That kind of thing…it's very personal, though."

"My balls are personal," Franky replied gruffly. "Where is the justice for my balls."

"You're delirious," Chopper decided with an unamused grimace, walking away. "Stay in bed. I'm gonna go help with the rebuilding. I'll check back in a few hours." His over-sized head peeked around the door the wrong way so that his body was in plain sight and glared at his charge creepily. "Do. Not. Move. From there." And then he was gone.

"I swear, if you pass out again I will force feed you myself, damn idiot," Zoro growled, standing over Hancock's curled up, defiant body. She'd shown no interest in getting up, even though she'd been awake nearly as long as him. Mari and Sonia had long since gone to prepare to help with the rebuilding, leaving him to babysit their bratty older sister. He plucked grapes from a cluster and stared with merciless indifference to her groans of discomfort.

"Go away. You're annoying."

"I'm supposed to be recovering. It's hard when there's this heap of flesh taking up half the room."

She didn't reply, but sprawled further, aiming to do worse. He glowered.

"Eat something and stop joking around."

"I'm not joking. I fully intend to sleep here. Alone. Without you to ruin my dreams for me," she replied, muffled by sheets. She gave him a look, challenging him to say otherwise.

"You're not big enough," he said bluntly. "You're ass is too skinny from not eating anything to even think of covering everything."

She gritted her teeth. "How dare you. I am-"

"Right. The most beautiful woman in the world," he recited, swinging the grapes in front of his face and waving off her burning stare. "The world hasn't had the opportunity to spend the night with your bony ass."

"I could kill you. Right now," she offered, kicking at him lazily and missing his knee. He moved to the other side of the bed and faced off with her, chewing shamelessly.

"Eating is a very natural thing to do," he lectured casually, pointing at his grapes. "I swear it doesn't hurt."

"What are you on about," she growled, pushing her hair out of her eyes and crawling over the bed and her own chest to reach out and steal them from him. He pulled away and smirked.

"Ah. I get it. You're just too lazy. You probably always have someone bring the food to you anyway, so the best food is the kind immediately available."

"Just give it to me."

He blinked, stared at her, and felt the familiar burn in his ears that meant he was blushing like crazy. With her breasts practically falling out of her clothes, her hair tangled and shiny with unwashedness, and her eyes unfocused and sleepy, it left a bit more to the imagination than he'd initially thought. Especially from this close up. And the raspy, impatient voice she'd just spoken in…

Give it to me.

He shook his head and came back to reality, which was her crawling forward and glaring, intent on stealing his food. He turned away and took the cluster with him, sputtering, "N-no. There's more over there. Get your own."

She reached around and moaned, "I want yours, moron. Give it to me."

I want yours. Give it to me.

"NO," he yelped, feeling her hands move to snake up his arm and relieve his cluster…er, relieve him of his cluster…

She whined, "Don't be selfish. See?" she pointed out the still fairly full bunch and said, "there's so much, and yet you're still being an asshole about it…"

There's so much…

Zoro was trapped. A trapped animal. In multiple ways. He stared at the wall behind her head, tomato red and too occupied with his mind shattering thoughts to focus on what she was saying now. But he couldn't move. He couldn't escape. He was stuck kneeling down next to the bed and dealing with the torture. For in that moment, death would have been a sweeter option than standing up and risking her seeing the beginning's of his massive boner. Just the word reverberating through his brain made his throat dry.

"You're all red," she noticed, raising an eyebrow. "Is your burn infected?"

"D-Don't know," he muttered pitifully, grimacing and refraining from moving away from the hand she touched to his forehead. To distract himself, he raised a piece of fruit to his mouth and stared at the wall. She moved in his line of vision and pouted.

"Put it here," she commanded, tipping her lips open and sticking her tongue out. "You keep complaining I don't eat enough. I want it. Let me have it."

Put it here. Let me have it.

"Christ," he muttered to himself, resisting the urge to facepalm and curl up in the fetal position. Thinking about it, this had been bound to happen eventually. And she was, if anything, an attractive woman. Physically. Perhaps, now that she was looking so very vulnerable and ruffled with sleep and the sex he was, admittedly, imagining they'd had, his dick was getting the hint and making up for what had been three days worth of hanging out with breasts this size and getting no touch-and-go. Compliments of his own stupidity, of course. What kind of moron goes to an island filled with scantily clothed women and doesn't expect to have to whack off a couple times. Besides Luffy…

Oh. Wait. Nothing on this island made sense. He'd forgotten. Because Luffy was probably getting more than the rest of them combined. Right. Glad he was just now realizing how turned around this entire experience was.

For here he knelt, the mighty pirate hunter and demon swordsman, Roronoa Zoro, practically busting out of his trousers. Because a girl had accidentally talked dirty to him. Might as well give him a bottle and a blankie and tell him to take a nap. Now that he thought about it, that's pretty much what he did on the daily anyway, right? Suck down bottles of rum and take naps. Was he really a grown man? Did he have psychological trauma from some forgotten experience as a child? Was he compensating for something?

And then he was blasted out of his thoughts abruptly, the feeling of her mouth wrapping around the grape and the fingers that held it short circuiting something in his brain. She slid over his knuckles, leaving a trail of saliva as the only proof of what she'd done.

She chewed, oblivious to his slacked jaw, and pointed at him. "I'll change your dumb bandages, so lay down…"

Two days ago she had spit food out onto the ground with the knowledge that he'd held it. Now he was dumbstruck, staring at his own hand like it was covered in holy water. Seriously. He wasn't stupid. And he certainly wasn't as clueless as Luffy.

He slid onto the bed in half minded obedience, listening to her rant again about doing stupid shit and being careful to keep his groin close to the sheets and hidden from sight. All self control was used to ensure no sounds came out of his mouth in celebration of the friction offered by his pants; quickly overwritten by the panic he had initially been feeling. And as her hands brushed lightly over his dry skin and removed the used bandages, he let in those thoughts and came to a conclusion: that this was a dangerous relationship.

He had, somewhere along the way, developed desire for her. And she had, whether she admitted it or not, softened to the idea of him. He could see it. Three days ago, this - sleeping together like it was no big deal, touching (sort of), flirting (though it was questionable she was aware of it), feeding each other - was not foreseeable. Was he retarded? How could he look at this and think of it as a normal friendship? If he dare call it that…

Perhaps too many days at sea with Luffy's moronic's and the cook's effeminate personality had numbed him to the point of asexuality.

He groaned, half pained, half as an excuse to verbalize his arousal when she padded the medicinal cloth over the wound.

"It looks fine," she said thoughtfully, running her eyes over his sweating back. "Are you sick from something else?"

"It aches," he muttered vaguely, knowing what he meant and knowing she didn't. Saying it out loud hadn't helped any. Not that he'd expected it to. She blinked and poked his green head.

"This?"

"Yeah. Sure. That."

She snorted and rubbed her finger into his skin. "You warn me not to pass out, and yet here you are with a headache. You should be ashamed."

Oh. He was. She had no idea. And now he could fully appreciate how much of an idiot he was. Because, not only did fingers on scalp feel good, they also felt fucking fantasticwhen they ran around the flesh behind ears. Which was what she had, of course out of some cosmic coincidence, decided would be smashing to experiment with.

Her face went from smug to softly curious in a few short stages, silently picking up on his body language. She lowered all five fingers to rub simultaneously through his green hair, the harder she pressed, the further back his eye rolled into his skull. She blushed, heart palpitating with the contemplation of his facials. And, was he purring? Surely not.

Oh, FUCK that felt good…

He was hard. He was so hard. He was man enough to admit he wasn't immune. He wasn't immune to Boa Hancock. Or her magic fingers.

"Witch," he moaned pathetically. She huffed and raised an eyebrow, not quite sure what that was supposed to mean.

So much for stepping out of the realms of bitch-dom…

"While we're both awake for a bit, I need to speak to you about something important," she said with uncharacteristic genteel, continuing her petting. "It concerns your winning the tournament."

He was too busy trying not to jizz in his pants, so he gave her a cross between a grunt and a whimper to signal he was listening. As well as he could, anyway. She found it amusing so she shrugged and went on. And with what part of his brain hadn't melted into mush, collected in his balls and become semen, he listened and processed.

And he could swear he'd misheard her. In an effort to prove he had, indeed, misheard what she'd just said, he ignored for a moment the fact that he was hard enough to pound nails and moved a hand over his head to pause her treatment.

"Say that again?"

"You are technically next in line to be Empress," she said seriously, searching his face. "We take strength very seriously on this island. Though there was no clear winner, most will assume you won because you protected me."

He stared at her, wondering if she was doing this on purpose. Did she have experience with killing boners? Damage control? Was this a pity move to help him out of an awkward situation?

"You sayin' I gotta take a girl job on a girl island just because you tricked me into fighting in a girl tournament?"

"I'm saying we should have a rematch. And you should lose," she said bluntly, hiding her smirk at his paling face. He immediately looked a little relieved.

"Yeah, I don't want your job," he admitted vehemently. "If I lose on purpose your little tradition thingy won't be in effect anymore, right? I wouldn't have to be a queen or something anymore?"

She frowned darkly. "You're implying you'd have to lose on purpose?"

He paused in his thoughts and smirked. "Uh, yeah? I already kind of beat you didn't I?"

She stared at him for a moment, got up slowly from the chair and made her way over to a corner of the room where Zoro's swords lay innocently on a lounge chair. He watched her pick one up, but didn't grimace until she'd unsheathed it and started making her way back over to him.

"You insult me so freely…it seems you have forgotten your place," she hissed, sauntering over and stepping with one long, confident leg onto the bed, giving him a peek at everything going on under her long night shirt. Zoro stared up at her, the translucent fabric of the shirt, unbeknownst to her, revealing the locations of her nipples for any potential victims to look upon before meeting their demise. He looked away, but didn't bother moving.

"Put that down. You have no idea what you're doing." She put the hilt in her mouth, took a ribbon from…actually, he couldn't really confirm she hadn't just pulled it out of her boobs, and tied her hair up-

SPURT.

"YOU CHOOSE NOW TO BE SICK IN THE HEAD?" she accused, relating his massive nosebleed from dwelling on the slender curve of her now fully revealed neck to his earlier claimed headache and waving his own blade at him. "CUT THE THEATRICS. I'LL KILL YOU HERE, WORTHLESS POND SCUM."

"JUST STOP TALKING, FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK," he groaned, holding his dick through the sheets with one hand and his dripping nose with the other. She angrily tossed the weapon across the room, slapped his hand away from his face with her own and wrenched him up to eye level by the unkept ends of his hair. He grimaced, but knew better. Even if he didn't want to admit this was a turn on of sorts, the proof was in his pants. Which he still had a tight grip on. She noticed after a minute and her pupils shrunk to non-existence, mouth pressed into a line.

"Blackguard," she accused, hand running over his weathered, protective fingers and exploring the stretched fabric covering his groin. "What purpose had you for hiding this?"

He blinked at her through pained eyes and asked, "What the fuck are you talking about…"

"You cover your prowess with the use of swords, then bring a dagger to bed," she whispered in his ear, furiously pushing his arm away and snaking herself into his trousers. "Though your motive is questionable now…I wasn't stabbed in the night…"

"Oh, fuck," he sobbed, her nails raking over the muscles under his belly button and finding the "hilt" of what she was seeking. She frowned deeper and pulled, making him elicit a high pitched whine.

"If it's kept in leather, I suppose that protects you from slicing through yourself in your sleep," she reasoned matter-of-factly. "Did you think," she whispered fiercely, pulling again, trying to take it out, "that I would kill you?"

His forehead pushed into her shoulder and he cried out, unable to answer her questions about why he'd apparently felt the need to bring a knife to bed and stick it down his pants. Another futile tug and he moaned loudly, making her wrench his face up to look at him.

"I thought I told you I wanted a truce," she said low, deep in her throat. "We can fight fairly and in a rematch. To kill you in your sleep has no benefit in it for me…"

She struggled to get a good grip on his "dagger" and he vined further into the curve of her body, sweating and grunting through her curses and confused self mutterings of why it wouldn't come out.

"Show me," she demanded, sliding over the full length to see if it might be stuck on something. He shook his head and she stared with alarm at the wall when she felt him drag his mouth over the skin of her neck and mutter fiercely, "Pull it. Hard."

She obeyed, thinking this would free an entanglement with strings or dislodge it from a secure holding. She instead felt him tense, thrust forward until he was bluntly impaling her stomach and rub, all the while feeling her own hand being covered with something warm and moist.

"...Poison?" she asked incredulously, taking her hand out and wondering at it. "It…why? What does this mean…"

"Taken…in small doses…" he said exhaustedly, flushing with release and lazing against her shoulder, "…it helps you fall asleep."

"This helps you sleep?" she wondered aloud, scissoring her webby fingers and sniffing. Her eyelids lowered. "It's dank."

"Try it," he dared her softly. "It won't hurt you."

She parted her lips a bit, sucked in a finger and savored whatever warmth was left in the substance, trying to ignore the bitter taste. He played with her ponytail and glanced over, another finger licked clean.

"How is it."

"I feel," she said quietly, "strangely calm."

He basked in the power of the placebo effect and decided to cut his losses, already pretty humiliated.

"I keep it in a vial in case I need it," he explained awkwardly. "You broke it."

She looked genuinely guilt stricken and apologetic. "I'm…I'm sorry. I didn't know you also had trouble sleeping."

Also? Oh yeah. The nightmares…

"We're both still tired, right?" he asked, pulling away from her and trying to ignore the wet heaviness of his pants. "I'm gonna go change, and then we'll sleep, alright?"

She watched him climb off the bed, stagger into the hallway and-

"YOU'RE GOOD! FRANKY!" Luffy screamed into Hancock's room, observing Franky's mischief from the hallway. Zoro stared over at him.

"Luffy? Where the hell did you come from?"

"Zoro!" he called over cheerfully, hands on his hips and a huge grin in place. "You feeling better? I went to see Margaret last night! She felt bad about the stadium issue, so I slept over."

Crack.

Zoro whirled over his shoulder to see Hancock peeking from the doorway, face furrowed in jealous curiosity and fingers crushing the frame of the door with anxiety.

"Slept…over…" she muttered, not liking the image of Luffy alone with another girl.

Her lover in question caught sight of her, blinked, looked at Zoro, looked at Zoro's pants, blinked, then laughed.

"You're supposed to get naked first, Zoro." He laughed insanely, hearing Franky's guttural man call of 'IT'S SUPER READY' and clapping.

Zoro never thought he'd see the day Luffy would give him sex advice. This island truly was fucked up.

"Luffy!" Hancock screamed tearfully, jiggling halfway across the hall to him, "I have not done anything for you to leap into the arms of another woman have I? What is the meaning of-"

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF AMAZON LILY!" Franky's voice reverberated loud enough to split ears through the hall, Luffy's hat flying off his head and making his lips flap over his gums. "I PRESENT TO YOU, 'SUPER BALLS OF JUSTICE'. STARRING, NICO ROBIN."

And with that, his voice was replaced by a remixed recording of every noise he'd salvaged of Robin pleasuring herself to the thought of him. He cackled triumphantly as sound exploded from his huge sound speaker body, the rest of the island left to wonder at what they were listening to.

Zoro glanced over at Hancock, hair blowing over her shoulders every time the sound was particularly vulgar, and her shirt apparently blown off from the initial frequency. She crawled after Luffy, who waved at the both of them and ran for the main entrance of the palace. She slipped when she tried to right herself, fell, flopped over to the wall, and sobbed.

What…has this island done to us.

He stared down at his pants. He didn't want to know, if he was being completely honest.

Nami glanced at Robin's paling, frozen in stoic mode face.

"What's a 'cock'?" Aphelandra asked out loud.

Sanji dropped his soup ladle and swallowed his cigarette whole. Chopper flailed, screaming about how he'd told Franky not to do anything stupid.

"The Saga Of This Is What Margaret Sounded Like Last Night In Her Sleep," Sweet Pea said gravely, eyes pulsating in their sockets. "Is it perhaps...a cock sickness?"

"What's cock sickness?"

"Does it hurt?"

"IS IT CONTAGIOUS?"

"WHAT IF WE ALREADY HAVE IT?"

"WILL WE ALL SOUND LIKE THIS?"

That day, mass chaos erupted for a second time over all of Amazon Lily; this time, genuinely the fault of Franky.

"YOHOHOHO," Brook laughed. "I have a bad feeling about this…or I would if I were not just made of bones~!"
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