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Hard Dreamer	By : RavenQuill Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 4914 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own One piece in any way or the characters created by Eiichiro Oda. This story is made for fun alone and in no way makes me any money, nor should it.

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"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS DREAM?!" Sanji yelled at the top of his lungs, standing on the main deck of the Thousand Sunny. "I'm alone here! This is so boring!" Sanji kicked the mast in frustration, looking down at the grass.

well... I could just as well cook something. I mean, that way I can think of new recipes without wasting REAL ingredients. Sanji shrugged slightly, walking to the kitchen. As he started cooking, he shortly realized that if he wanted them enough, the ingredients he needed materialized on the counter next to him. This is perfect, I can even use things that we don't have on the sunny in reality!

Sanji got absorbed in his cooking, but soon, the familiar sound of chopping brought him back to that question.

I wonder what it was that made me hard... There has to be something... but there's no one on this ship but me. I must be unlucky that it had to be tonight that it didn't happen.

"I'll just ask Chopper for another dose of this dream-liquid, this is convenient either way." Sanji said low to himself, humming as he tipped the ashes of his cigarette.

"What is convenient crap-cook?"

"This whole 'Cooking in dream' thing. I can experiment with ingredients we don't even hav-" Sanji was so surprised that he stuck the knife into the counter. "M-Marimo?" When Sanji turned around, Zoro stood in the middle of the kitchen.

"W-what are you doing in my dream!?" Sanji turned around, annoyed that the swordsman was even interrupting his cooking in his dreams.

Zoro didn't seem fazed at all. "what are you making?" The Marimo asked, no annoyance audible in his voice.

Sanji decided to check if this was still his dream, and looked hard at Zoro's swords. They instantly disappeared, and the swordsman didn't bat an eye. Okay, this is definitely a dream.

"I'm just... making stew." Sanji said, wondering why he couldn't make the swordsman disappear.

"It smells nice." Zoro stated bluntly, causing Sanji's jaw to drop. This was most obviously a dream.

Zoro never compliments my cooking.

"T-thanks, Marimo." Sanji felt awkward, heat was creeping up to his cheeks, and it bothered him. The chef turned back to the pot, looking at it and adjusting the heat slightly before turning back to the only other human in his dream. Sanji looked the swordsman over. It looked just like him, the same green messy hair. The same lazy expression on his handsome face.

-...Handsome?

where the hell did THAT come from? Sanji had no idea. He felt awkward. The strange Zoro sat down by the table, in the same seat he always sat in. That seat by the fridge that made it easier to grab alcohol.

Sanji turned back to the pots. That dream-induced Zoro wasn't doing anything different from the real Zoro. He sat there, yawning, waiting for something to eat.

Sanji looked back that the green haired man. There had to be SOMETHING different. Well, he was being less annoying... was his skin darker than normally? no. It wasn't. Sanji turned around to take a better look. The other Zoro just stared back, his dark eyes calmly settled on Sanji.

Suddenly, Zoro's shirt was gone.

"w-what the hell?!" Sanji exclaimed, since the swordsman hadn't even moved an inch and now his muscular chest and abs were exposed without warning.

Is his scar missing?

Sanji looked at Zoro's chest, his eyes settled on the massive scar. It was still there. Sanji remembered the day Zoro got that scar. It had been one of the more frightening sights of his life.

The memory of The big black sword of Dracule Mihawk cleaving into Zoro's flesh, danced around Sanji's senses. The image vibrant in his dream. Watching the swordsman flying backwards into the ocean, covered in blood, was enough to make Sanji reach for his packet of cigarettes with a trembling hand.

As Sanji reached for his lighter, Zoro was there, holding it for him. "You look pale, Curly-brow."

"S-shut up Marimo" Sanji argued feebly with the illusion, grabbing the lighter from the hand of the Swordsman. "I don't even know why you are here... this is my dream."

Zoro stood still, closer than Sanji had ever remembered him standing. His heart hastened.

"You dream of me?" Zoro said, his deep voice gruff in surprise.

"No way! Don't get so full of yourself, shitty Marimo!" Sanji said, trying to still his rapidly increasing heartbeat. Why was his face so warm? Why was his heart beating so fast?

"Damn it you shitty-Marimo! Why are you bothering me?!" Sanji yelled out, swinging a kick to Zoro's head. "I can beat you as I please! This is -MY- dream!" Sanji kicked Zoro in the face, sending him stumbling sideways.

"Hah! You don't dodge unless I want you to!" Sanji said as Zoro straightened up.

"What the hell was that for!?" the swordsman sounded angry.

Sanji laughed slightly, drunken with power of finally being able to kick the swordsman in the face with no consequences. Then his heart skipped a beat.

A trail of blood slid from the corner of Zoro's mouth and down his masculine chin. He had busted Marimo's lower lip. Damn it... now I feel guilty.

Sanji sighed and exhaled smoke heavily. "Sorry about that, Marimo" Sanji avoided looking at Zoro's face. It was wrong to kick a man who couldn't fight back. Shooting up a slight glance as Zoro wiped the blood of his chin, sucking a little on the cut in his lip, Sanji's heart almost skipped a beat at the sight. He felt a little knot in his lower abdomen, it was burning.

Why do I feel so warm? I've never felt this warm in my face before. do I have a fever?

Killing his cigarette, Sanji walked over to the swordsman, reaching out slowly to his busted lip. "Does it hurt?" The cook was curious because since this Zoro wasn't the real one, he shouldn't feel pain.

"not really" The swordsman's voice was calm, normally, Sanji would have expected some anger.

Sanji suddenly felt strong hands on his smaller back, looking around, he saw Zoro's large hands resting on his back, pulling him closer. The knot in his stomach became massive, and why was his heart beating so damn fast?!? The blond almost fell onto Zoro, his hands rested on the more muscular man's chest. What was this heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach? he felt so light, and so sick at the same time...

"Zoro.... I..." Sanji was going to warn the swordsman that he might throw up, but was stopped by the taste of blood. He felt Zoro's breath on his face, and the swordsman's tongue run along his lips. Sanji felt lightheaded.

As the other man's swollen lips rubbed against his own, Sanji shivered at the feeling, Zoro´s tongue begging for entrance into Sanji's mouth.

Subconsciously, or more like instinctively, Sanji opened his mouth. Holding his breath as the Swordsman's tongue entered his mouth, claiming dominance. Sanji closed his eyes, allowing the slightly taller man to explore his mouth fully.

When Zoro broke for air, Sanji let go of a breath he had not realized he was holding, his heart beating so hard he was sure Zoro could feel it. Why was this happening? This was Sanji's dream, nothing should happen unless he wanted it to.

The former pirate hunter turned back to the chef, sliding his tongue between the hesitant lips. Sanji closed his eyes again, enjoying the feeling of mingling saliva and the swordsman's tongue crushing against his.

It doesn't have a taste though... Sanji thought to himself as Zoro's tongue wrestled his own down. It must be because I don't know what he tastes like... That small realization made Sanji's heart drop an inch.

Sanji felt Zoro's hands lower on his body, gently caressing the chef's behind. The slight touch made Sanji moan loudly into Zoro's mouth. Sanji instantly tore himself away from his crewmate, grabbing his mouth awkwardly at the accidental sound he had made.

"What's wrong Sanji?" Zoro asked, his husky voice caressing Sanji's senses.

"I... I'm just..." Sanji swallowed hard. He had never thought about the swordsman like this before, why was it happening in his dreams? He loved women! Why was he making out with the... the...

"oi... cook?" Zoro's smooth voice pulled Sanji from all his thoughts.

Sanji looked at the dream-version of the swordsman, his head felt heavy and foggy. "N-never mind... I'm fine... I was just..." Sanji was interrupted by another kiss, and this time, Zoro was unbuttoning Sanji's favorite striped blue shirt.

Sanji's shoulders twitched slightly in excitement. Why? He had no idea. As soon as the shirt pooled on the kitchen floor, Sanji felt Zoro's lips on his neck, nibbling and sucking on sensitive spots he didn't even know he had. Calloused fingers ran over one of Sanji's nipples, causing the chef to hiss slightly in pleasure.

The blond clawed softly at the swordsman's large chest, leaning his head to the side to accommodate the mouth of the former bounty hunter. Then he felt it, two of Zoro's fingers slid into Sanji's mouth.

"Coat them" Zoro commanded, biting on the Chef's shoulder longingly.

Sanji didn't know why he did as he was told, but he licked and sucked on the two fingers until they dripped with his saliva. The blond frowned when he realized that he couldn't taste Zoro's fingers either, then they were pulled out of his mouth.

Sanji felt an abnormal gust around his groin, realizing that his pants now lay discarded on the floor below them.

"Oi! OI! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE-" Sanji started protesting as Zoro raised the leaner man onto the counter. "What are you going to-" Sanji kept arguing, until he felt the wet digits slide against his opening.

The chef tensed up. His eye opening wide, looking down at the thick calloused fingers slide around the edges of his tight circle. "Are you..." Sanji watched in slight fear and amazement as the fingers disappeared into his body, sliding against perfectly virgin areas.

Sanji's back curved into the swordsman's hand, the completely alien feeling sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. "Ahh.... Zoro..." Sanji clawed at the back of his crewmate, his eyes fluttering shut as the fingers slid deeper inside his body. "M... more..."

The sensation shook the chef from the inside, causing Sanji to wake up with a gasp. The blond panted heavily, staring up at the ceiling of the infirmary. His heart was racing and he was covered in sweat.

did that... dream really happen? Sanji thought to himself as he looked at his dripping erection. The chef slid his fingers down into his underwear, running a finger over his entrance to see if it was dry.

Sanji's body jolted at the slight brush against his heavily aroused area, causing the chef to curse loudly and retract his hand.

I need... to get to the shower without that.... stupid Marimo seeing me... Sanji's heart started beating hard in his chest at the memory of Zoro's body against his.

D-DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!

Sanji wrapped his bedspreads together, covering his erection with a few sheets as he stormed across the deck to the bathroom. He didn't look around or look for the swordsman, he didn't want to risk it.

Sanji managed to get to the bathroom without seeing anyone, throwing his sheets on the ground, he turned on the shower, discarding his sweaty boxers on the floor. That dream had been so vivid...

Sanji walked under the water, his knees trembling slightly. why the hell had he dreamt something like that? Sanji grabbed hold of his erection, rubbing the head gently.

The blond soaked for a few minutes, catching his breath and stilling his heart. It had felt so good... but then again, it was all in his head. There was no way he could feel that way in reality.

Hesitantly, the blond brought his soaked fingers to his behind. Biting his lower lip hesitantly, the chef slid inside a single finger, testing the waters.

"oh... god..." Sanji groaned in annoyance and pleasure. "d-damn it..." Sanji slipped in a second finger, slowly sinking them deeper. "W-why.... D-damn you... stupid... Marimo..." Sanji grit his teeth in frustration as he came hard into his own hand.
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