Friendly Competition

Humm~... not much to say. As before, Rag and I had a blast writing etc. Rag, am I supposed to say anything else here?

Chapter 2

The following morning Sanji had forgotten all about the very, very discouraging event from the day before… or rather, he avoided thinking about it until he saw the way too satisfied grin on the swordsman’s face.

“Did you have a nice night?” Zoro asked cheekily.

“Ha, ha,” Sanji replied deadpan. Zoro turned, apparently deciding the exchange was over. “What? Did she whip you?” Zoro looked back over his bare shoulder questioningly before he understood that Sanji was referring to the quite impressive and quite red scratches criss-crossing his back.

“Oh these? Well, it turned out that France was quite the tiger in the sack, once you got her excited. Thanks for pointing her out to me.” He grinned again, looking if possible even more annoying and infuriating than before. “Oh, and she’s not demanding money for the dress by the way, but I think I might demand some for my pants.”

Caught between outrage and frustration Sanji lacked words before he regained his usual manner. “It’s not like you did something I couldn’t do, y’know.”

“Oh, let’s try that tonight,” he replied cockily.

“Lets.”


At the very same random island the very same random town and a slightly different random time, Sanji entered a rather seedy and not very hygienic pub following Zoro.

“Are there even any women in here,” he complained.

“Of course there are, they’re just real people unlike whatever fairytale you concocted under your blonde, blonde, blonde…”

“Okay, I get it. Who’s my challenge?”

Zoro gazed around at the few women who were in the pub, and pointed none too discretely at a busty redhead who was laughing out loudly at the bar. She was quite figurely, her hips and bosom quite voluminous, her long slim legs were bared from her upper thighs and covered in fishnet stockings.

Sanji lifted one, then two eyebrows. It wasn’t that he had never seen a girl dressed like that, however they had always acted slightly less raucously. Or a lot less raucously.

Zoro had still not lowered his pointing finger, and the woman had now noticed. “Oi, oi! You can lower that now. You’re certainly not helping.” Zoro just grinned and winked at the candidate and received a wink and a rude gesture in return.

“Okay, here goes. If she rejects me because of you we’ll go somewhere else, where you can try without the rude pointing,” Sanji sighed and started walking towards the redhead. So, this lady was not going to fall for sweet talking and compliments. She kept her eyes fixed on him as he got nearer. He cleared his throat preparing for the act. “What is a pretty bonny lass such as you doing a place such at this?”

She laughed. “Well, I’m a regular.” She threw a glance at Zoro, who had found a seat and ordered. “And just to make this fun, I’m going to make it hard.” She grinned suggestively now staring at his crotch.

Sanji gulped inaudibly and loosened his tie. “I shall look forward to that.”

(Once again we have a maybe slightly less awkward situation compared to earlier, but equally boring. Therefore it, too, shall be left to your amazing imagination.)

A couple of hours later, the cook and the redhead had become quite a bit more familiar with each other. Carol, as she was named, was sitting in his lap, pressing her ample bust insistently against his chest, his arm around her back. She was leaning her chin on his shoulder, her breath wafting against his ear every time she huskily whispered suggestions, to which he chuckled and replied with something even more suggestive.

“Y’know, bein’ a regular ‘ere… ah kno’ tha owna. Ah can get us inter tha back. Wanna go, boy toy?” She let the tip of her tongue flick his earlobe.

Shuddering with delight Sanji agreed with a growl and bit her ear in return, dragging her closer. While he almost had forgotten about the crewmate watching them, when Carol turned around and blew Zoro a kiss, before dragging Sanji to the back room.

The back room was filled with various crates and shelves covered all four walls. Sanji pressed the vixen against the only shelves with no crates in front immediately pressed his lips against hers and kissed her quite thoroughly. Her hands quickly undid his tie and began working on his shirt. As the last button was undone, Carol eagerly attacked the cook’s ribs and taking advantage of his momentary distraction, flipped their positions to press her lips against his collarbone.

Sanji used the advantage of her free back to undo the corsage and run his hands up her back underneath, pushing the cloth up and over her head. Carol’s hands had landed on his hips and she tried to wedge a knee between his legs. He growled warningly and grabbed her hair to pull her back, only receiving an impish grin. Using his superior strength, he tossed her around again ripping his already loose tie from his neck. He took a few moments to examine the shelves before lifting both of her arms and fastening them securely.

He grinned down at his half-naked captive, who in return looked up at his with surprised pleasure. Standing back, he took advantage of her helplessness and examined her body closely, appreciating her full curves and flat tummy. He grinned, giving her a most satisfied nod before once again pressing his body close against hers. His right hand began working up her thigh while his left travelled from her hips towards her breast, stroking the area just beneath it he whispered in her ear: “You’re so soft, I’m almost afraid I’m gonna hurt you.”

“If you don’t grab me so I can feel it, I’ll knee you in the crotch.”

Sanji couldn’t hold back a muted laugh at that, and grabbed her thigh and placed it around his waist. His hand slid up onto her buttocks stroking softly, and as he received a sound of warning, he grabbed her firmly and pressed his lower body against her. The sound changed into one of pleasure, and he pinched her nipple with his other hand. The sound went into a higher pitch.

“You like being touched like that, don’t you?” His pinch changed into a full hand grope squeezing her breast. Her reply degenerated into a moan and she squirmed against him. “You don’t like being cuddled at all, do you? You like knowing you’re alive, right here and right now.” He weaved his fingers in her fishnet stockings and pulled roughly. The stockings ripped easily and were left hanging. He slipped a couple of fingers under her panties, stroking the small nub. She moaned heartily and pressed more insistently against him. Not wanting to hold back any longer, he ripped her panties as well and then undid his own pants one-handed, the other hand still groping her breast. Refusing to let go of the plump handful, he fished a condom out of his pocket, grabbed the packet between his teeth and pushed his pants and boxers to the floor. He hissed as the material scraped over his sensitive erection. Using his teeth and free hand, he ripped the wrapping and took out the condom and rolled it on.

Finally letting go of her breast, he lifted her other leg too and asked: “Who’s toying with whom now?” Before she could find a proper answer, he thrust deep into her.

In the bar, Zoro had picked up Sanji’s long discarded jacket to filch it for whatever money Sanji had left there, when the bottles in the bar suddenly started rattling rhythmically. He grinned at the resigned look on the bartender’s face before leaving.