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Memories in a Bubble	By : Rhov Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 3149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Eiichiri Oda-sensei is the captain and commander of "One Piece." I'm not even worthy of being his cabinboy because I make no money writing these fics.

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Chapter 3

Making New Memories

Sanji's long blond hair floated and tangled in the spinning bubble, eventually sticking out in wet spikes. As the bubble bobbed along, their frantic groping made it spin at times, yet the darkness all around them made it hard to know which way was up.

Sanji palmed Zoro through his black pants. It did not take long at all for him to harden. As he did, Sanji went from palming to grasping what he could through the loose clothes, roughly gripping him, almost too rough. Sanji's face dived like a hawk swooping at his prey, but his target was Zoro's ear, nipping the rim hard. The swordsman hissed at that, but it felt too damn good. Sanji's tongue stroked the three earrings, sending them jingling. He smiled as he watched them sway. Then he licked the long length of Zoro's neck.

More nibbles followed. Zoro moaned at the hot hand kneading him and hot tongue sliding down, sucking places Sanji recalled were erogenous zones for the swordsman. Hot blood rushed through Zoro. He gritted and pressed his groin into Sanji's deft fingers kept delicate for fine cooking.

The lack of air was a drug. Mihawk had some crazy fetishes, and he once mentioned autoerotic asphyxiation. It wasn't something Zoro felt comfortable trying, especially not with Mihawk. Trapped in this bubble, with their gasps devouring what little air was left and his cheeks buzzing from the lack of oxygen, he wondered if maybe there was something to it.

Sanji was yanking at Zoro's coat so hard, Zoro had to help him undress so he wouldn't rip his clothes. He liked that new outfit and didn't want it torn. He began to loosen Sanji's tie, but the cook smacked his hand away roughly.

"The tie makes me a man."

Another kink? Sounded fine. He shrugged and decided Sanji would remove whatever clothes he felt comfortable with. He was doing this for an old lover. Sanji was in control.

Sanji gave Zoro a firm kiss and began working on this own pants. "I know we're squished in here but...could you...suck me? Just a little."

"You're sure acting squeamish for someone who thinks he wants to play the seme now."

Sanji said nothing, and Zoro didn't bother waiting. He knew Sanji was uncomfortable with his own homosexuality, but this was different. He acted unusually bold in that regard. No, he hesitated with intimacy itself, as if frightened of getting so close. Again, he wondered what happened to Sanji to make him so uneasy. Where had he gone, what was okama hell, and what happened to him to make him this way?

Zoro was limber from his training and managed to bend and contort in a way so he could fit his head between the cook's thighs. It wasn't graceful, but Mihawk had special ways of training Zoro to strengthen his third sword, toning the muscles in his mouth. Zoro had plenty of experience with blowjobs now.

He spent just a moment to admire the engorged shaft with its pink head. "Salami and 'shrooms" had been a joke between them. He gave the shaft a long, slow lick. Sanji sucked air between his teeth at the heat in Zoro's mouth. His tongue swirled around the flared edge, then he tightened his lips and made the head's tip push into his mouth, making it feel very tight.

"God, where the hell did you learn to do that?" Sanji gasped.

Zoro smirked to himself. If Sanji was impressed with something as simple as that, he couldn't wait to make him experience everything he learned from Mihawk.

Sanji was stiff and quiet as Zoro got to work. The chef stroked his fingers through the green hair. It was longer, and he liked that. Not too long, but not the fuzzy marimo head he had come to love. It was just enough to grasp, and he did, pulling his hair with tender roughness. It made Zoro groan and flinch, forcing his face closer to him until he felt his dick hit the back of Zoro's throat. Sanji smiled at seeing his lover's eyes squint hard from the pressure at his tonsils. The mild gagged sound was musical to him.

Sanji felt the difference instantly. Bless his heart, but Zoro had always given horrible blowjobs. Usually, they just never bothered with much oral and went straight to grinding. Something was different now.

His tongue!

Had he exercised his tongue too?

Somehow, the image of Zoro doing push-ups with nothing but his tongue came into Sanji's mind so clearly, he could imagine his muffled counting, "1432, 1433..."

His lips were powerful too. Zoro's sucking before had been enough to get him hard eventually, but sadly lacked in technique. This time, it was like he would never let go, and how his lips gripped while his tongue licked and added just the right amount of extra pressure... it felt so extraordinary, Sanji almost wanted to let him keep up at it until he was finished.

That would have to wait for another time. Sanji was ready for more.

No, he needed more!

"Okay, stop," Sanji ordered. "If I don't get in you soon... but first, can I... can I ask something before we start?"

"No," Zoro said roughly, slipping his pants off.

"During these two years, did you... I mean, I'm sure you did, so... how many people did you...?"

"I'm not talking about that now. We have maybe twenty minutes of air. We'll talk after."

Sanji hesitated. He really did look like he needed to talk, but Zoro knew that the worst thing to kill a boner was a heart-to-heart. He was worked up, and Sanji felt hard as a rock. It was now or they'd run out of time. If he was going to die, he wanted to die spent and sore, not bemoaning the past.

"Just the pants," Sanji shouted when Zoro began to tug on his coat. "Just move the coat aside, but you don't have to take it off."

"Partial clothes on? No problem. Want me to keep my swords on?" he asked, touching the red sash that held the three katana.

"Can you?" he asked between kisses. "Swords: can't get more sexy and manly than that."

"Yeah, you used to tease me about phallic compensation, you damn prick."

Sanji laughed and caressed Zoro's face. The swordsman was not used to such tender attention, but he put up with it if this was what Sanji needed to regain his masculinity. He even found it amusing, if only to see how Sanji must have loved such attention all those years

Then he paused and looked deeply at Zoro. "You're a real man, Roronoa Zoro. I love that about you."

"Do you seriously think you can pull off being the seme?" he teased.

"Maybe not," Sanji admitted lightly. "I just need to be reminded that I'm a man too. They tried to make me into an okama, Zoro."

"Shut the hell up and fuck me already!" Zoro grumbled in annoyance. Sanji always did talk too much.

After two years, Sanji had his man again. Surrounded by okama, he had temporarily lost touch with his masculinity. He feared being the uke would remind him of that weak moment. Damn those okama, but they all wanted it in the ass, and being the only masculine person around, Sanji had been forced to satisfy them if he wanted his lessons for the day. If they had been regular gay men, or even real straight women, he would have had no problems, but the drag queens messed with his mind. As he humped one how he had on occasion humped Zoro, the dress and makeup made him remember the day Robin had begged him to ease her cravings. He could take one gender or the other, but not both together. At least this once, he needed to be the seme again, but with a true man. Hopefully, that would cure him of his gender confusion.

The fact that Zoro was eager to restart their romance made this easier. He had hoped to have time to rekindle that first spark and let it grow slowly, not a frantic fuck before they died of asphyxiation. Still, the thought of playing the uke made him remember those okama bastards squealing as he pumped into them, cursing them, desperate to learn and willing to sacrifice his own honor to accomplish Luffy's plan and, more importantly, Sanji's own quest to find All Blue.

He leaned over and bit the side of Zoro's neck. It was so much thicker than two years ago, tense with muscles. His arms were considerably thicker too. He inhaled the musk, reminding himself of the nights they spent curled in each others arms. There was a slightly different spiciness, though, a change in shampoo perhaps. Sanji's nose was trained to recognize spices. He had smelled this unique aroma on Baratie, when Dracule Mihawk arrived.

He leaned the bubble so that he had Zoro laid back, his knees bent awkwardly in the bubble, but fully exposed. Sanji licked his finger and massaged Zoro's asshole. The swordsman hummed. Then, slowly, Sanji pushed the finger in, loosening the area.

Zoro moaned and closed his eyes. The cook could sense Zoro surrendering his domineering spirit, submitting to Sanji's wishes. While his fingers mad Zoro squirm, his other hand pushed Zoro's coat apart. Sanji leaned over and licked his tensing nipples. It was frigid down in the ocean, plus the erotic feel of Sanji's thin, nimble fingers made everything tense on Zoro's taut body. Gently, Sanji took the tip of the nipple in his teeth and bit softly.

Zoro yowled at that. "Fuck! You've never been into biting before."

"That was then," Sanji grinned. "A man is the greatest gourmet. I want to enjoy my meal." With that, he leaned over and licked the other nipple, making Zoro hum, until he nipped it, a little harder than the first time. Zoro's penis did a leap at that and darkened more. "I think he likes it," Sanji mused playfully. "Shall I bite some more and watch him dance?"

"Sh-shut up, pervert!" Zoro yelled as his face turned bright red. Blushing? Why the hell am I blushing? It frustrated him to think that hearing Sanji talk like that would embarrass him, but... dammit all, but he liked this new, rougher Sanji.

The bubble made for cramped moving around and positioning. They had to be careful not to have the swords hit the bubble too hard. Still, Zoro laid himself out, panting already, cold from the water, hot from Sanji's touches.

"Are you ready?" Sanji asked softly.

"Don't ask, just do it," Zoro snapped, feeling like if he didn't get Sanji in him soon, he might forgo their agreement and take him.

"No," Sanji said firmly, shaking his head and making his wet hair drip. "I need to know. I need to ask."

That was yet another hint that Sanji had been through something against his will. It pained Zoro to hear that tone in his lover. "Yeah, Sanji." He spoke his name warmly. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Sanji nodded, looking grimly satisfied, but a smile finally did curl up onto his lips. "Sorry, no lube."

"No problem." Zoro spit on his hand and rubbed it onto Sanji's dick.

"Elegant as ever," he teased.

End of Chapter 3
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