Cook and Swordsman
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
45
Views:
2,929
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own One Piece, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A game of distraction
Games theme
posted: 8/23/05
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It was a game they played sometimes. Each man took two minute turns, whoever turned the other one on first could ask a favor of the other. There were rules. You could only use your hands and even those couldn\'t stray more than a few inches to the groin. The only other rule was since the favor could be anything, it had to remain a secret.
Sanjis hands reached out for his turn and began to barely flick the surface of the skin leading from Zoros neck to the delicate backside of his arms.
Zoro knew the key to win this game was distraction. He could tell he was close to winning his last turn when the cook bite the inside of his cheek. He blocked out the ticklishly pleasant sensations and tried to decide what his favor would be when he won.
Zoro smiled at the memory of his last win. Every instance that following week that Sanji had been caught by Zoro fawning over the girls...Sanji had to put that wagging tongue to good use and give him a blow job. Zoro had never had so much head in all his life. Something like that would be good. Something where the cook himself would be at fault.
If the cook won...he would probably ask to dominate him again. To top him anyway he pleased or however long. Zoro wasn\'t about to have that happen again. It had been so embarrassing to see butchers twine that had bound him to the bed posts to be used to tie the roast for that nights dinner. Like the cook was showing off the knots the swordsman had moaned the cooks name against just hours earlier.
Zoro ignored the hand that began to rub his chest and instead decided that when he won he would take Sanji. Take him and for every embarrassingly pleasurable and perverse act the cook did to him he would return ten times as intense. He ran through each event in his brain and tried to think of things that he could do that would make the cook squirm and blush.
"Did I win again?" Sanjis voice cut into Zoros fantasy.
The evidence was obvious and at attention.
"Must have let me win, eh?" Sanji teased. Zoro grunted as he pushed his traitorous cock down. Once this was taken care of, there was always next time.
posted: 8/23/05
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It was a game they played sometimes. Each man took two minute turns, whoever turned the other one on first could ask a favor of the other. There were rules. You could only use your hands and even those couldn\'t stray more than a few inches to the groin. The only other rule was since the favor could be anything, it had to remain a secret.
Sanjis hands reached out for his turn and began to barely flick the surface of the skin leading from Zoros neck to the delicate backside of his arms.
Zoro knew the key to win this game was distraction. He could tell he was close to winning his last turn when the cook bite the inside of his cheek. He blocked out the ticklishly pleasant sensations and tried to decide what his favor would be when he won.
Zoro smiled at the memory of his last win. Every instance that following week that Sanji had been caught by Zoro fawning over the girls...Sanji had to put that wagging tongue to good use and give him a blow job. Zoro had never had so much head in all his life. Something like that would be good. Something where the cook himself would be at fault.
If the cook won...he would probably ask to dominate him again. To top him anyway he pleased or however long. Zoro wasn\'t about to have that happen again. It had been so embarrassing to see butchers twine that had bound him to the bed posts to be used to tie the roast for that nights dinner. Like the cook was showing off the knots the swordsman had moaned the cooks name against just hours earlier.
Zoro ignored the hand that began to rub his chest and instead decided that when he won he would take Sanji. Take him and for every embarrassingly pleasurable and perverse act the cook did to him he would return ten times as intense. He ran through each event in his brain and tried to think of things that he could do that would make the cook squirm and blush.
"Did I win again?" Sanjis voice cut into Zoros fantasy.
The evidence was obvious and at attention.
"Must have let me win, eh?" Sanji teased. Zoro grunted as he pushed his traitorous cock down. Once this was taken care of, there was always next time.