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Salrynn's Shrine	By : acidprince Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 3069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The jungle wasn’t only dark, it was also humid as hell. It smelt strongly of pollen as well, weirdly - Sanji didn’t think anything would be able to grow in this place. It was probably the trees. He couldn’t help but feel the strange feeling Zoro had described getting stronger; it felt like he was getting closer and closer to finding something he’d lost.

Zoro seemed to be in a bit of a daze. He was walking almost on automatic, his eyes fixed on a spot in the distance. When Sanji looked at it, the wind was almost knocked out of him - not that it was anything too special, it was merely a light in the distance that seemed to glow constantly, never flickering, only radiating a strange, mysterious light. Perhaps that was what made the plants grow, he thought distantly, as the plant life was getting thicker and thicker as they stepped closer to it.

Subconsciously, he reached for his lovers hand, and felt a numb sort of surprise that Zoro’s hand met his halfway. They kept walking toward the light at the same slow pace, treading on the flowery floor and never quickening their steps no matter how much they wanted to. It seemed like it was calling to them, and the blond started to feel his pants tighten. Mildly confused, he tried to move his head down to look at his crotch, but it felt as though he couldn’t. He ignored it for the time being and continued to stare at the strange light.

He felt his legs stop moving as they reached the light, and the two looked up at what was before them. It was an intimidating oak tree with a trunk as wide as a house. On it, there was a heavy gold wall which circled the tree and had unusual patterns dancing across the surface, and an ancient-looking humanoid figure was etched into the centre of it. From it, carved circles and symbols spiralled out, and the light that the two men couldn’t tear their eyes away from rested on the belly of the unusual illustration. At the bottom of this wall was a ledge that was decorated with candles and flower reefs with small pieces of paper attached to them.

‘Perhaps it’s a place of worship,’ Sanji thought, staring in awe at the strange shrine.

Before them, at the foot of the large gold wall, was what appeared to be a field of flowers and herbs, and in the centre of it was a spherical dip in the ground. It was big enough to probably hold several people, and Sanji suddenly had an idea.

However, it appeared that Zoro had had the same idea, as he was suddenly grabbed around the waist and kissed roughly. He kissed back just as fervently, fisting his fingers into the short green spikes of hair. Zoro grabbed his ass, and he whimpered, standing up on his toes excitedly. He opened his mouth to pant briefly, but attached his mouth to Zoro’s just as quickly as he’d released them.

The swordsman kissed down his neck and nibbled at the base of his tendon, pulling a moan from the cook’s throat. His pants were getting tighter and the two men suddenly felt a need to be naked that was stronger than they’d ever felt it before. In fact, everything they seemed to be feeling was heightened and they felt so much more sensitive and receptive to the things they were doing to each other. There was no name calling, stalling for time any of the other obstacles that usually prolonged their torture - they were ripping their clothes off as quickly as they could, and trying to keep the skin on skin contact all the while.

They were soon naked and kissing passionately, hands roving over heated flesh and fisting in hair. Zoro grunted as Sanji leant against him and began rubbing their cocks together desperately, leaning against him and whispering filthy things into his ear. He licked across Zoro’s lobe where it was pierced three times, and the swordsman responded by biting the cook’s neck and squeezing his ass harder.

“Fuck…” Zoro groaned. “Lay down, in that flower bed,” he ordered, burying his face in Sanji’s neck. The cook pulled away and did as he was told, spreading his legs invitingly and stroking his inner thigh flirtatiously. The ground was oddly soft and felt warm and welcoming, he noted, but there were more pressing things he wanted to attend to rather than the surreal atmosphere.

The swordsman looked down at him, giving that strange, entranced look again, and then laid between his legs, attacking his mouth with his lips. Sanji groaned and kissed back, wrapping his legs around the green haired man’s waist. He raked his nails down his muscled back almost teasingly, receiving a low groan in return. Zoro kissed down the cook’s neck, sucking on his Adam’s apple. The cook groaned, knowing that Zoro was doing this on purpose. He knew where all of his sensitive spots were, and he shivered every time he kissed, sucked or bit one.

The swordsman kissed down the blond’s chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and laving his tongue around it slowly. He nibbled on it gently, and Sanji released a throaty moan at the sensation, writhing slightly. He held onto the sides of Zoro’s head, his thumb idly stroking the green fuzz of his sideburns. He smiled slightly - he’d always liked the soft feel of the swordsman’s hair. After giving the other nipple the same attention, Zoro released the other, the two of them gazing into each other’s eyes for a few moments before kissing again, harder this time.

Breathlessly, Sanji pulled back. “Turn over,” he whispered.

Zoro was confused for a moment, but did as he was told. He laid on his back expectantly for a few moments before the blond rolled over onto him, scooting down his lover’s body until he was face to face with his cock. He glanced up at the swordsman for a brief moment, who had a slight pink staining his cheeks and was staring back down at him with glazed eyes. Without prolonging his torture for a moment longer, Sanji swallowed the swordsman to the hilt in one go. Zoro stifled a moan at the action, stuffing the side of his hand into his mouth as Sanji began bobbing his head in his lap.

The blond closed his eyes in concentration, stroking his lovers hip with his thumb soothingly as he worked his lips across his cock slowly, getting faster and faster. The swordsman tried to buck several times, releasing little strangled groans that sounded like gargled forms of Sanji’s name, but the blond held his lover’s hips down with practiced hands.

“Ahh… Sanji! I-I’m-” Zoro groaned. Sanji pulled away quickly, not wanting his lover to come yet.

The two panted and looked at each other. There was a sort of strange, feral attraction going on between them that they didn’t usually feel. It almost would’ve made them feel uncomfortable with the tryst if it didn’t feel so… natural. It was like this was meant to happen, this intense, heavy, unfamiliar type of attraction they were experiencing. The two could feel what felt like electricity radiating from their bodies, enveloping them in a strange warmth they were sure they shouldn’t be feeling in what would usually be a clammy, damp place.

Sanji slid up Zoro’s body slowly, straddling him and placing his legs on either side of the swordsman’s hips. He arched his back slightly, stretching it like a feline, and rubbed his ass against his lover’s cock teasingly. Zoro grunted and grabbed his hips, raising his hips slightly to rub himself against the crevice of the cook’s ass. Sanji moaned and rubbed himself against him more, leaning down to kiss him as their bodies rocked together.

“Nng, lube,” Zoro grunted against Sanji’s lips, seemingly unable to hold out much longer. The cook cursed mentally. Out of all the days to forget that little bottle he took with him everywhere…

“I don’t have any,” he said, his eyes automatically scanning the area for a liquid he could use.

Zoro groaned impatiently and pressed two fingers against the cook’s lips. “Suck,” he ordered.

Sanji would’ve argued with the order if his mind hadn’t been clouded with the lust he couldn’t seem to control at this moment in time, so instead he cooperated and sucked on Zoro’s fingers. He closed his eyes and allowed his tongue to lave across his lover’s skin, not protesting when a third digit entered his mouth. He sucked for a few moments longer before the swordsman pulled his fingers away and pressed them against his entrance.

His mouth fell open at the sensation and he arched his back even more, pecking the corner of Zoro’s mouth awkwardly and closing his eyes to pant, as if giving him the go-ahead. Zoro pushed his fingers into him slowly, stroking the blond’s ass cheek soothingly with his free hand. Sanji hissed at the intrusion - no matter how many times he did this, he found it impossible to get used to. He clenched his muscles instinctively, beginning to thrust back against the fingers as his lover slowly found a rhythm.

Zoro began thrusting his fingers in and out of his lover’s body, slowly at first and then gradually gaining more and more speed. He grunted. The cook was a picture of lust. He was panting through his mouth constantly, little tiny moans escaping now and then. His face kept contorting, and the green haired man was almost surprised when he opened his eyes and peered down at him, his brow creased and one half lidded, piercing blue eye staring down at him though blond hair. Sanji leant down and kissed him desperately, beginning to thrust back harder and harder. Zoro pulled his fingers back, not wanting him to come so soon.

Wiping his moist fingers on the leafy ground, he reached between them to grab his dick with his other hand, positioning it at the cook’s entrance and looking up at his lover to ask him if was okay. The blond nodded, pressing down on the swordsman’s cock and impaling himself on the tip. They both hissed at the sensation, and Zoro screwed his eyes shut and bit his lip. Sanji moaned in deep little bursts, pressing down on his lover’s dick until he was sat in his lap fully. He kept his eyes closed, panting through his nose for a few moments before beginning to move ever so slowly and gently.

Zoro released a drawn out moan that he’d been holding in when he was fully sheathed inside his boyfriend. He held onto his hips for a few moments as they got used to the feeling. Zoro grunted at the tightness - the cook’s ass was like a tight glove enveloping his cock and he loved it. He looked back up at his lover’s face, which was pinched in concentration. The blond started to rock his hips gently, releasing loud moans before he started to pick up his pace very gradually.

Zoro grunted and gripped the cook’s ass cheeks, moving his own hips fractionally, as much as his current position would allow. His cheeks were blood red by now, his body flushed all the way to his toes, as was the blond‘s. Sweat was beginning to form on his brow, and he laid his head down on the soft ground - his previous position where he’d craned his neck was making him tired.

Sanji continued to move up and down hurriedly, breathing breathy words that sounded like jumbled curses and hisses of Zoro’s name. He grunted, and opened his eyes to glance down at his weeping cock. He took himself in hand, stroking frantically, almost surprised that he’d neglected his own need. He was even more surprised however, when the swordsman’s hand suddenly left his ass cheek to sweep back down on it harshly. He squealed, a sound that, judging from the look on his lover’s face, he was going to regret for the next week or so. He glared as best as he could in his current situation.

Brushing off the blue glare of the cook, Zoro peered down between their two bodies, past the muscles that rolled beneath flesh, past Sanji’s still frantic hand movements, to where their bodies were joined. He stared at the disappearing and reappearing flesh of his cock, transfixed almost, until the cook stopped moving, panting desperately and leaning forward to put his weight on his forearms, which were planted on either side of Zoro’s fuzzy green head.

“Tired, ero-cook?” He jibed, smirking affectionately up at the other man and tucking a blond strand behind a very pink ear.

“Fuck you,” Sanji panted, shooting a flushed scowl at the swordsman.

Zoro grinned, and suddenly flipped them both over so that his lover was beneath him. “I guess I need to lend some of my stamina,” he said throatily, arranging himself above the cook and hitching his legs slightly to gain better leverage. His thrusts left no time for Sanji to recover from the sudden change of position, pounding into his body over and over again.

The blond moaned loudly at the onslaught of sensation, his legs quivering as the swordsman never failed to graze his prostate on every thrust. He hooked an arm around his lover’s sweaty neck, moaning as his clammy pale hand wrapped around his torrid flesh, the tip a furious purple. He began fisting it quickly, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning. This wouldn’t last long. He could feel the tension coiling in his gut, the twists of his impending orgasm fizzing around his body in waves. His moans mounted as he came closer to the edge, mingling with the swordsman’s grunts - who still hadn’t stopped moving, his stamina never failing them. With one final cry, Sanji came, his orgasm shooting across their bodies in white hot streams.

When it began to subside, his hand slowed, loud pants occasionally interrupted with tired moans of exhaustion. He unhooked his arm from his lover’s neck, slumping on the dew-covered grass. Zoro continued to thrust, and Sanji glanced up at him through blond hair, smiling at him sexily, almost teasingly. With an energy that seemed harder to summon than after a long battle, he leant up, licking the swordsman’s pierced ear to lick along a lobe, breathing on his flushed ear. “Come for me,” he whispered, raking his nails down his muscled back softly.

The back beneath his nails arched suddenly and a loud grunt was buried into his neck as the other man came inside of him. Zoro panted into the cook’s neck through his orgasm, thrusting into his body frantically. After a few moments, he slowed down, leaning against the cook’s tired body. Sanji collapsed and landed on the ground, pulling the swordsman with him.

Zoro panted against the cook’s flushed, warm chest, kissing it in thanks. The blond cradled his head against him, stroking a fuzzy sideburn with his thumb idly. He itched for a cigarette, but decided that they so rarely got to enjoy the afterglow of their trysts it was better to leave it for later.

He sighed before grinning boyishly and peering down at his lover‘s relaxed face. “Oi, Zoro,” he murmured, a hint of mischief in his tone.

“Hm?” The swordsman replied, cracking open a green eye tiredly to look back up at him.

“I think we just desecrated some kind of holy place,” he explained with a slight tomfoolery to his tone, his voice deep and heavy with fatigue and satisfaction.

Zoro grinned back, closing his eyes again and snuggling back against the cook’s chest. “I think we did,” he mused, smiling softly, “maybe we should start making our way back before the islanders start chasing us with pitchforks…”

Sanji snorted. “I doubt that would happen,” he said, reaching toward his pants that had been discarded rather dangerously near the still-burning candles to fish out his matches and a cigarette. “So, was this better than meditating?“ He asked, lighting up lazily, tossing the box to the side carelessly and placing the cigarette between his lips. He groaned tiredly as the smoke engulfed his senses, glad to have the familiar feel nicotine running through his veins again.

Zoro grinned and idly played with a random, blond chest hair that was growing near the cook’s nipple, snorting at how it was the only one he found. Sanji gnashed his teeth at the swordsman’s hand playfully, the two smiling contentedly. “Much better.”

*****

Before the others had woken up, the cook found himself kneeling in the bathroom leaning over the toilet bowl, heaving his guts out. After their fuck in the jungle the fortnight before they had returned to the ship to find the crew - namely Nami - rather annoyed that they hadn’t showed up at the exact time they had wanted to leave the port. Sanji apologized to the navigator repeatedly and gave her and Robin extra dessert at their (rather late) dinner. The cook kicked Zoro in the head, insisting that it was his libido’s fault that they had come home late and made his beautiful Nami-swan angry. Robin had only smiled enigmatically throughout dinner, as if she knew something they didn’t.

“SANJIIIII! I‘M HUUUNGRY!!” Sanji cringed at the shrill voice of his captain, rubbing his head at the beginnings of what promised to be a pounding headache. He stood, leaning on the wall slightly at the sudden dizziness that overtook him, and wiped his mouth with a piece of tissue before flushing the chain of the toilet. He made his way up to the galley, knowing that the rest of his crew would be arriving for breakfast soon, if they hadn‘t already.

’I hope I’m not sick,’ He thought, rubbing his head again.

Breakfast was the usual affair, with clashing of plates and cutlery, loud noises from the wondrous human digestive system, and lots of shouting and laughing from his nakama, but Robin and their small reindeer seemed to have noticed that something was wrong and kept sending worried glances towards the cook. The swordsman had (surprisingly) caught on as well, through his arguments over food with Luffy, noticing that he hadn’t been called a shit-faced bastard or received his good morning kick yet.

Sanji stood at the kitchen sink with the dishes after the crew filed out, their voices drifting through the door and out onto the deck. He rubbed his forehead, feeling another wave of nausea overtake him again, and he leant over the worktop slightly.

“Sanji?” The cook glanced over at where the voice had come from, down at their doctor. “Is everything okay? You look really pale…” He said, genuine concern in his voice.

“I’m fine,” the blond said, smiling reassuringly at the reindeer.

“Are you sure?” Chopper said, not convinced.

“Yeah, it’s fine, I’m okay,” Sanji replied, smiling again, but the expression on his face betrayed him.

Chopper knitted his brow. “Okay, well, if you really don’t feel well come and see me,” he said, turning to leave. Opening the door, he turned to face the cook again. “But you shouldn’t be cooking, just in case you have an infection,” he suggested, sending a pointed look to the other.

Sanji nodded. What the little doctor was saying was true, but he just didn’t want to be sick, so he rummaged around his cupboard for a surgical mask and, placing it around his face just in case, began preparing the ingredients for lunch, determined not to let his condition stop him from working.

*****

The cook continued with his preparations for lunch, only having to run to the bathroom to vomit once or twice and arriving just in time. He hoped it didn’t look too suspicious to whoever was on deck, as he didn’t have time in his haste to see who was playing on deck when he ran past them.

The meal came and went without incidents, apart from the worried looks he was now receiving from Nami, too, which was rather embarrassing - but he ignored them and continued to eat slowly, thankful for once for the distraction of their louder crewmates, even if it did nothing to ease his headache.

Once lunch was done, Sanji was left alone again to clear the dishes. At least he thought he was alone - as he was washing up he felt something invade his personal space and wrap its arms around him. He looked over his shoulder at the swordsman with slight confusion - it wasn’t often he stayed long after a meal. He worried vaguely about what Nami or Robin would think if they saw the two of them like this - it was obvious they’d be heartbroken to discover that his heart belonged to Zoro. Not that it did, or anything.

“They’re sunbathing, in case you’re wondering,” Zoro said, as if reading his mind, “and there’s something wrong with you, so I‘m far more concerned with that.”

“There’s nothing wrong, fuckface,” Sanji insisted, his arms going limp in frustration beneath the soapy water. He lolled his head back against the swordsman’s shoulder, exhausted after doing once what he’d usually be able to do five times over on a normal day.

“Stop bullshitting.” He replied, pressing his face against Sanji’s blond hair. “I think you should go lie down for a while.”

Sanji groaned. The suggestion sounded more enchanting than any woman’s voice, but he didn’t want to leave his kitchen. The crew needed to be fed, after all, and the girls would be expecting their drinks-

“Go. Now.” The swordsman said, pulling his hands out of the water and drying them on the nearby towel. Sanji smiled tenderly down at the action, leaning practically all of his weight against his lover’s chest and closing his eyes tiredly. “Do you really want me to carry you in front of the women, Sanji?” Zoro asked, raising an eyebrow at the half-slumped form of his boyfriend.

The chef jerked, straightening himself out and making his way across the kitchen. Zoro barked out laughter at the predictability of the blond, receiving a very dignified glare from the cook as he strode - somewhat more ungracefully than usual - towards the galley door and across the deck to the men’s quarters.

Sanji laid down in his bunk immediately, closing his eyes. He was surprised at how quickly sleep took him - he usually found it much harder to sleep and he found it nearly impossible, usually, to sleep when the sun was still out. He slept peacefully, uninterrupted by a need to vomit. It turned out to be one of the most fulfilling naps he’d had in a while.

*****

I’m sorry for the slightly shorter length (was it shorter? It seems shorter to me) but what happens next is best left for a separate chapter. I hope the smut didn’t fail to satisfy, and I’m sorry about the crappiness of that ending line. I think that my characterisation wasn’t as bad for this one, but if you think I could’ve done better, pray tell. Comments are much appreciated~ ^__~
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