Snow Bunny
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+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,768
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't earn any money from writing this story & I don't own One Piece or any of the characters from it - they belong to Oda *worships*
Part II
Title: Snow Bunny – Part II
Pairing: ZoSan
Word Count: 1,512
Rating: R / Adults Only for yaoi, language, violence… a bit of everything really!
Hey guys :D Just a note to say thanks for reading & thanks to Jishe & yaoirose for the reviews! Jishe - Thanks! I wrote a long fic about Zoro and Sanji establishing their relationship and so now I'm being naughty and writing PWP... You'll find the other one on my author page if you'd like to have a peek. Yaoirose - here it is: more. I hope that it suits you ;D
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It was just like Zoro to wander off into a snowstorm and get lost. He always chose the quickest route to the edge of the map. It was just like Sanji to go and find him… and give him hell when he did.
Sanji gave the swordsman’s short green hair one last sharp tug before he finally let go. He could feel Zoro’s skin, cold and wet with melting snow. Push-ups! What the hell was he thinking?! He’d probably be sick for weeks if the hypothermia set in badly…
The cook released his prisoner and stood up. Zoro grumbled and started to get to his feet, “What sort of a..”
“Stay there!”
One of Zoro’s eyebrows crept up and hovered close to his hairline, then slowly settled.
“Here?” The corner of Zoro’s mouth slowly rose in wicked grin.
“Yes, idiot. There.” Sanji fumbled in his pockets and pulled out his lighter. He grabbed a few logs and piled them up, scrunching up some paper and nestling it below. He heard Zoro shifting behind him,
“Stay put Marimo.” Zoro continued to wriggle around. With a hop and a step, Sanji was directly in front of him, one foot on the ground inches from the swordsman’s genitals, the other resting on his shoulder. He gave Zoro’s shoulder a shove with his foot. “I said stay put. You better listen to me this time.”
“Or what?” Zoro’s hands latched onto the cook’s firm ass.
Sanji put the point of one sharp fingernail right between Zoro’s collarbones; he slowly dragged it down his chiselled chest, leaning close to peer into his dark green eyes,
“You freeze to death, shit head.” His polished dress shoe pushed Zoro firmly to the ground, breaking his hold. “Now lean back.”
Zoro did what he was told – for once - and Sanji climbed over him, being sure to get his knees into as many soft spots as possible. He sparked his lighter by clicking his fingers and the fire crackled to life.
“Can I get up now?” Zoro mumbled into the cook’s stomach as he clambered back. He didn’t get an answer. Instead, the same sharp nails were dragged over his bare skin. Sanji pressed him down into the floor and leaned over his face. Soft blond hair tickled his cheeks and he laughed again at the tingling of his skin.
The sudden shock of pain caused him to tense as the cook sunk his teeth into the swordsman’s throat. He struggled under the cook’s grip. Usually he would have no trouble breaking free of him, but so weakened from so many hours in the snow he felt like he was swimming in quicksand. It didn’t matter though; he could still struggle enough to give Sanji a reason to pin him down even harder. As hard as he would go.
“How about it, gorgeous?” The swordsman drawled.
Zoro grinned and tried to picture the blonde’s face. He wanted to make him angry, enraged… mad as hell. He wanted to see what he had seen on the battle field so many times. He didn’t want to be hurt - not that Sanji could hurt him - but there were some types of pain that set his body on fire.
He wasn’t sure why. Sometimes he wondered if it was because of the life he had led. Maybe his senses were dulled from so many wounds? His nerves severed and his skin thick with scars… But then, all the things he loved were painful in their ways.
He loved to drink. He loved to fight.
He loved Sanji.
Not that the idiot would ever notice.
He realised in time that he just liked pain. The burning of forming muscles, the ache of overworked bones, the clear, cold sting of a sword wound as the blade sliced cleanly through skin. He had come to relish it, to crave it and even to long for it… but Sanji had never let his passionate violence out in the way Zoro ached for it. When they fought he felt an exhilaration that was like sex, raw and fierce and hungry. He was ablaze with lust whenever Sanji’s body met his own in a struggle of speed, agility and power. The force of every blow sent an ache of pleasure straight to his groin and he wanted more. Always more.
He toyed with the idea of bringing it up with Sanji, but he would probably just laugh so that wasn’t an option. He had tried to make Sanji angry a few times before but it had either ended in a fight and no sex, or sex and no fight. Either was good, but both would be so much better.
The cook made a strangled noise, but the words that he finally got out were clear. “You really want me angry, Baka?”
“Yeah…”
Before the word had left his mouth Zoro felt the air crush from his lungs as he was shoved backwards. He landed flat on his back and found himself staring at the shadows flickering on the ceiling. Sanji’s nimble fingers removed his haramaki and he felt cold hands sliding across his skin. Then a firm fist closed on his erection. He heard a mumbled sigh of approval and then got a shock as icy fingers plunged between his legs. Slowly they were spread apart and his pants eased over his hips. As one hand clenched over Zoro’s generous cock, the other teased in lazy circles. The swordsman felt the hunger building, the desperation for the heat of friction. His body ached and he just wanted sex. Now. He open his mouth to speak, but Sanji was there first, kissing and biting his lips with fierce passion.
Zoro moaned into the cook’s mouth as he slipped his first cold finger inside. The blond pulled away his lips and traced Zoro’s writing body. Licking the hard cold muscles as he sunk slowly down. He drew his finger out ever so slowly and the bit the swordsman’s neck as he plunged it back in. The second stroke he bit Zoro’s chest, then his nipples, then his stomach…
Sanji sat up and looked down at Zoro with one clear blue eye. He slowly unbuttoned his own shirt with one hand, while determinedly pressing one more finger deep. He wrapped his leg around Zoro and pulled them together, lifting Zoro’s hips clear off the ground. He hovered like this, just for a minute, giving Zoro the benefit of a few hard thrusts. Once he had gotten the suppressed moans he wanted, he shifted to between the swordsman’s legs. Now, he could do whatever he liked… and he had quite an appetite.
He put his lips to Zoro’s thighs and nipped slowly up. With each bite, he let himself grip the swordsman more. He could feel the force of his own energy driving into Zoro as his stroke became firmer. As Zoro moaned, he sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of his inner thighs and finally tasted a tiny hint of copper. With blood on his lips, he took his hand from the swordsman’s weeping cock and undid his own pants, wriggling free of them and hurling them over his shoulder into the dirt. He finally let his shirt slip off his shoulders and licked his lips.
He leaned over Zoro and pressed their bodies together, letting his heat melt into the swordsman as he filled him. Zoro’s tight embrace took his breath away, but he was never speechless for long,
“Fucking wander into the snow..!” He groaned and ground his hips, pulling Zoro’s shoulders down to put animal force behind his movements.
“Never listen to what I fucking tell you..!” He bit Zoro’s lips and slammed his prostate.
“Shitty swordsman..” He grabbed a fistful of moss-green hair as it flew past his head, Zoro arched his back and offered his throat to the cook. He pulled on Zoro’s hair and let all his aggression out into grinding the swordsman into dust. He bent the muscled body to his whim and slammed him relentlessly.
Zoro moaned and thrust his hips to the sky, between his struggling and moaning, Sanji could just make out one word…
“More…”
I’LL GIVE YOU MORE YOU SHITTY…
“Asshole!”
His knuckles white, gripping tanned hips.
“Marimo!!”
His nails sharp, dragging across a muscled back.
“Shit-head!!!”
His cock hard and so deep he could feel Zoro’s heart beat.
And feel it almost stop when he came.
And suddenly, like the whole world coming down around him, Sanji was rushing and aching with a mouth full of hot flesh and the song of Zoro screaming out ringing in his ears. He could feel Zoro’s hard muscles quiver around him and that perfect body contorted in pleasure. The raw force rocked him and he froze in place, panting and gasping and pinning the swordsman below him.
As he slowly unwrapped himself from the mess of limbs and come, the first sound to greet him was that of snoring.
Ok. NOW…
…he would kill him.
Once he’d had a cigarette.
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Pairing: ZoSan
Word Count: 1,512
Rating: R / Adults Only for yaoi, language, violence… a bit of everything really!
Hey guys :D Just a note to say thanks for reading & thanks to Jishe & yaoirose for the reviews! Jishe - Thanks! I wrote a long fic about Zoro and Sanji establishing their relationship and so now I'm being naughty and writing PWP... You'll find the other one on my author page if you'd like to have a peek. Yaoirose - here it is: more. I hope that it suits you ;D
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It was just like Zoro to wander off into a snowstorm and get lost. He always chose the quickest route to the edge of the map. It was just like Sanji to go and find him… and give him hell when he did.
Sanji gave the swordsman’s short green hair one last sharp tug before he finally let go. He could feel Zoro’s skin, cold and wet with melting snow. Push-ups! What the hell was he thinking?! He’d probably be sick for weeks if the hypothermia set in badly…
The cook released his prisoner and stood up. Zoro grumbled and started to get to his feet, “What sort of a..”
“Stay there!”
One of Zoro’s eyebrows crept up and hovered close to his hairline, then slowly settled.
“Here?” The corner of Zoro’s mouth slowly rose in wicked grin.
“Yes, idiot. There.” Sanji fumbled in his pockets and pulled out his lighter. He grabbed a few logs and piled them up, scrunching up some paper and nestling it below. He heard Zoro shifting behind him,
“Stay put Marimo.” Zoro continued to wriggle around. With a hop and a step, Sanji was directly in front of him, one foot on the ground inches from the swordsman’s genitals, the other resting on his shoulder. He gave Zoro’s shoulder a shove with his foot. “I said stay put. You better listen to me this time.”
“Or what?” Zoro’s hands latched onto the cook’s firm ass.
Sanji put the point of one sharp fingernail right between Zoro’s collarbones; he slowly dragged it down his chiselled chest, leaning close to peer into his dark green eyes,
“You freeze to death, shit head.” His polished dress shoe pushed Zoro firmly to the ground, breaking his hold. “Now lean back.”
Zoro did what he was told – for once - and Sanji climbed over him, being sure to get his knees into as many soft spots as possible. He sparked his lighter by clicking his fingers and the fire crackled to life.
“Can I get up now?” Zoro mumbled into the cook’s stomach as he clambered back. He didn’t get an answer. Instead, the same sharp nails were dragged over his bare skin. Sanji pressed him down into the floor and leaned over his face. Soft blond hair tickled his cheeks and he laughed again at the tingling of his skin.
The sudden shock of pain caused him to tense as the cook sunk his teeth into the swordsman’s throat. He struggled under the cook’s grip. Usually he would have no trouble breaking free of him, but so weakened from so many hours in the snow he felt like he was swimming in quicksand. It didn’t matter though; he could still struggle enough to give Sanji a reason to pin him down even harder. As hard as he would go.
“How about it, gorgeous?” The swordsman drawled.
Zoro grinned and tried to picture the blonde’s face. He wanted to make him angry, enraged… mad as hell. He wanted to see what he had seen on the battle field so many times. He didn’t want to be hurt - not that Sanji could hurt him - but there were some types of pain that set his body on fire.
He wasn’t sure why. Sometimes he wondered if it was because of the life he had led. Maybe his senses were dulled from so many wounds? His nerves severed and his skin thick with scars… But then, all the things he loved were painful in their ways.
He loved to drink. He loved to fight.
He loved Sanji.
Not that the idiot would ever notice.
He realised in time that he just liked pain. The burning of forming muscles, the ache of overworked bones, the clear, cold sting of a sword wound as the blade sliced cleanly through skin. He had come to relish it, to crave it and even to long for it… but Sanji had never let his passionate violence out in the way Zoro ached for it. When they fought he felt an exhilaration that was like sex, raw and fierce and hungry. He was ablaze with lust whenever Sanji’s body met his own in a struggle of speed, agility and power. The force of every blow sent an ache of pleasure straight to his groin and he wanted more. Always more.
He toyed with the idea of bringing it up with Sanji, but he would probably just laugh so that wasn’t an option. He had tried to make Sanji angry a few times before but it had either ended in a fight and no sex, or sex and no fight. Either was good, but both would be so much better.
The cook made a strangled noise, but the words that he finally got out were clear. “You really want me angry, Baka?”
“Yeah…”
Before the word had left his mouth Zoro felt the air crush from his lungs as he was shoved backwards. He landed flat on his back and found himself staring at the shadows flickering on the ceiling. Sanji’s nimble fingers removed his haramaki and he felt cold hands sliding across his skin. Then a firm fist closed on his erection. He heard a mumbled sigh of approval and then got a shock as icy fingers plunged between his legs. Slowly they were spread apart and his pants eased over his hips. As one hand clenched over Zoro’s generous cock, the other teased in lazy circles. The swordsman felt the hunger building, the desperation for the heat of friction. His body ached and he just wanted sex. Now. He open his mouth to speak, but Sanji was there first, kissing and biting his lips with fierce passion.
Zoro moaned into the cook’s mouth as he slipped his first cold finger inside. The blond pulled away his lips and traced Zoro’s writing body. Licking the hard cold muscles as he sunk slowly down. He drew his finger out ever so slowly and the bit the swordsman’s neck as he plunged it back in. The second stroke he bit Zoro’s chest, then his nipples, then his stomach…
Sanji sat up and looked down at Zoro with one clear blue eye. He slowly unbuttoned his own shirt with one hand, while determinedly pressing one more finger deep. He wrapped his leg around Zoro and pulled them together, lifting Zoro’s hips clear off the ground. He hovered like this, just for a minute, giving Zoro the benefit of a few hard thrusts. Once he had gotten the suppressed moans he wanted, he shifted to between the swordsman’s legs. Now, he could do whatever he liked… and he had quite an appetite.
He put his lips to Zoro’s thighs and nipped slowly up. With each bite, he let himself grip the swordsman more. He could feel the force of his own energy driving into Zoro as his stroke became firmer. As Zoro moaned, he sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of his inner thighs and finally tasted a tiny hint of copper. With blood on his lips, he took his hand from the swordsman’s weeping cock and undid his own pants, wriggling free of them and hurling them over his shoulder into the dirt. He finally let his shirt slip off his shoulders and licked his lips.
He leaned over Zoro and pressed their bodies together, letting his heat melt into the swordsman as he filled him. Zoro’s tight embrace took his breath away, but he was never speechless for long,
“Fucking wander into the snow..!” He groaned and ground his hips, pulling Zoro’s shoulders down to put animal force behind his movements.
“Never listen to what I fucking tell you..!” He bit Zoro’s lips and slammed his prostate.
“Shitty swordsman..” He grabbed a fistful of moss-green hair as it flew past his head, Zoro arched his back and offered his throat to the cook. He pulled on Zoro’s hair and let all his aggression out into grinding the swordsman into dust. He bent the muscled body to his whim and slammed him relentlessly.
Zoro moaned and thrust his hips to the sky, between his struggling and moaning, Sanji could just make out one word…
“More…”
I’LL GIVE YOU MORE YOU SHITTY…
“Asshole!”
His knuckles white, gripping tanned hips.
“Marimo!!”
His nails sharp, dragging across a muscled back.
“Shit-head!!!”
His cock hard and so deep he could feel Zoro’s heart beat.
And feel it almost stop when he came.
And suddenly, like the whole world coming down around him, Sanji was rushing and aching with a mouth full of hot flesh and the song of Zoro screaming out ringing in his ears. He could feel Zoro’s hard muscles quiver around him and that perfect body contorted in pleasure. The raw force rocked him and he froze in place, panting and gasping and pinning the swordsman below him.
As he slowly unwrapped himself from the mess of limbs and come, the first sound to greet him was that of snoring.
Ok. NOW…
…he would kill him.
Once he’d had a cigarette.
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