Shades of Red and Green

Hey guys. I've finally had some time to write. I have a couple things half written so I'm hoping I can finish them and get them betaed and posted in the next few weeks. Your continued reviews on my older stories have been very much appreciated. I love that you guys still enjoy my older works.

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Prompt: Having sex for an audience

Putting On A Show

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Zoro sensed her right away, looking over his shoulder and away from the darkened horizon he had been surveying as he leaned over the Going Merry's wooden railing.

"I couldn't sleep," Nami said simply, answering his unspoken question

The swordsman turned around to face her and held out his hand in a silent invitation. She allowed him to pull her close, muscular arms wrapping around her in a secure embrace.

"Do you need me to tire you out?" he chuckled, resting his chin atop her head.

Nami giggled against his chest, snuggling against him and enjoying the warm night breeze as it stirred her hair and made her silky yellow pajama bottoms flutter softly.

"Maybe," she replied coyly, uplifting her face to train her brown eyed gaze on his face. "You can come back to my room and give me a good work out."

Zoro laughed lightly as she fisted a hand in his white T-shirt and tugged him forward as she walked backwards towards the door that would lead them below deck and to her bedroom, biting her lip suggestively all the while.

This was not their first late night rendezvous. In fact, they had been seeking each other out for months, each time engaging in hot, passionate, wholly satisfying sex that kept them craving more. Luffy and the rest of his clue had no idea they were involved in such a way and they were both content to keep it like that. After all, they weren't exactly in a relationship. It was just sex...but sex that far outshined all previous encounters both parties had ever had, and for the moment, neither wished to pursue such things from anyone else.

The green haired man allowed himself to be pulled across Merry's deck, boots falling softly on the creaking wooden boards. Her hands had fallen to the broad green sash he wore around his waist and was already trying to divest him of it, but her motions were clumsy since she was trying to walk backwards at the same time.

They passed the main mast where one of the large wooden barrel of clean drinking water had ended up against the thick wooden pole. Zoro's lips split into a grin as he suddenly got a very naughty idea.

He easily caught her wrist and pulled her towards him, turning their bodies and maneuvering her until she bumped up against the barrel.

"Z-Zoro? What are you doing?" she stammered, wide eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

The swordsman chuckled as he dipped his head to press a kiss to her left temple before whispering in her ear, "Giving you that workout you wanted."

"What, here?" she squeaked as he ran his tongue along the shell of her ear, his warm breath making her shudder pleasantly. "Zoro, we can't. What if somebody sees?"

Rather than answer her question, he caught her mouth with his own, his lips and tongue working against hers gently until he could feel her pulse quicken against him. His calloused hands fell to her hips and ran up her sides to push up the silky yellow camisole, revealing pale, creamy skin.

Despite her protests, she found herself moaning into Zoro's mouth, arms reaching up to loop loosely around his neck. Their kisses grew hotter, deeper, tongues stroking against each other until breaking apart just long enough to allow Zoro to tug her shirt over her head and toss it away carelessly.

Their mouths met again as his hands cupped the fullness of her breasts, weighing the soft globes in his palms. Nami gasped against his lips in delight, her own hands fumbling to pull his shirt out of his pants and tug it over his head. She managed to get it around his shoulders before getting it stuck, but even then she was hesitant to break the kiss to complete the task. Zoro chuckled at her eagerness, his hands leaving her chest to assist her and pull his shirt off completely, leaving them both panting and half naked in the moonlight.

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Sanji couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had left his bed to go to the kitchen, hoping that the calming act of whipping up a snack would allow him to get back to sleep, but as he emerged onto the deck, he found the object of his affection, the ship's navigator, wrapped around the marimo-headed idiot of a swordsman.

At first he was shocked, unable to process what he was actually seeing as his unlit cigarette fell from his mouth and onto the deck. The thought that Nami could actually be attracted to such an unsophisticated moron was unbelievable. It was a blow to his own ego considering she had rejected the cook so many times. But there they were, making out as if they were trying to eat each other alive.

Rage began to bubble up inside him, and he was on the verge of bursting out from the shadows and interrupting them, wanting nothing more than to throw the swordsman overboard for touching Nami like that.

But then her shirt came off, and he forgot all about his anger as his eyes roved over those flawless globes. Even from where he was standing, he could see that her perfect pink nipples were rock hard and fully erect. It was true that he had never been able to touch Nami's glorious body, and current events made him realize he probably never would. However, he was currently seeing more of the red headed woman than he ever had before, and for that, he had Zoro to thank.

Making sure to keep hidden in the shadows, he continued to watch them. He wasn't peeping of course, he merely wanted to make sure the idiot swordsman didn't do anything to his sweet little Nami that she didn't want. Yes, that was the story he kept telling himself, but that didn't account for the sudden rush of blood to his nether regions, or the fact that he was suddenly half hard in his pants.

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With a slight press to her shoulders, Nami suddenly found herself seated on the barrel's smooth wooden surface. Before she had a chance to react, Zoro was kneeling before her with his thumbs hooking in the waistband of her pajama bottoms. She instinctively raised her hips, allowing the silky yellow garment to slide down her legs were they joined the discarded tank top.

The swordsman's hands fell back to her thighs, his eyes admiring her fully naked form. With softly murmured words, he encouraged her to spread her legs wide and recline back against the main mast as he positioned her hips at the edge of the barrel. Her position revealed her most intimate place, the delicate pink flesh looking lavender under the moon's soft glow. She was already slick and glistening, and the sight of her staring down at him, chest heaving as she bit her lip in anticipation made Zoro's own arousal swell in his pants.

He kept his dark eyes fixed on her as he leaned forward, pressing a teasing kiss to her hipbone before centering his lips over her core. His eyes drifted closed in ecstasy as he inhaled her feminine scent, the familiar sweet musk he had come to adore. He let his tongue trace her slit, bottom to top and groaned as her tangy flavor coated his tongue.

Nami whimpered softly, hands immediately falling to comb through his short, green strands as she felt the wet warmth of his tongue pass over her. Her thighs parted even further, allowing him more access to her sensitive flesh as he brought a single finger to her opening.

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Sanji watched with lust darkened eyes as Nami's back arched, her mouth falling open in an expression of pure pleasure as Zoro eased a finger inside of her. He couldn't see much more than that because his green haired head obscured his view, but the way her hips ground against his face let the cook know exactly what was being done to her.

"Mmm, yeah, lick me just like that," she moaned, body quivering as she reacted to the swordsman's touches.

Sanji was rock hard, cock straining against his tailored pants and his hand had crept to his zipper and was easing it down before he was even aware of what he was doing. He was moving slowly, trying to keep his uneven breaths quiet so he wouldn't alert the couple to his presence.

He had to bite back a groan when his fingers wrapped around the smooth hardness of his cock, the flesh burning hot against his hand. His eyes never left the erotic scene before him as he began to pump his cock in slow, hard strokes, imagining that it was him delving between Nami's thighs and making her moan, not Zoro.

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Nami was quickly forgetting that they were in a public place, moans groaning louder as his tongue swirled around her sensitive clit. Pleasure seared every nerve ending as his finger pumped in and out of her soaked sex, stroking her in time with the movements of his tongue. When his lips closed around her to suckle at her pearl she lost herself for a moment, crying out loudly as a wave of pleasure passed through her that was strong enough to be a miniature orgasm.

"Shh, quiet down," Zoro soothed, pulling away from her enough that she could see that his lips we wet with the proof of her desire. "If you keep making all that noise, somebody might find us."

She whimpered as she felt him withdraw from her body, immediately missing the feeling of being filled, but when Zoro straightened and began undoing the fly of his pants, she knew she wouldn't have to wait long.

"Stand up and bend over," he commanded, his voice gravelly and rough with barely contained lust. He didn't even bother removing his boots or his pants as he let his throbbing cock spring free.

Nami followed his instructions, bracing her elbows on the barrel as she spread her legs in a wide stance. She looked over her shoulder at him, eagerly awaiting his next move. There was only one breathless moment as he aligned himself with her opening, and then he was pushing inside her, her tight, slick sex wrapping around him immediately.

"Oh!" Nami gasped, fingernails biting into the barrel's wooden surface as he began to thrust into her, his strokes slow and deep. A hand swept over her bare shoulders before gathering her auburn locks into a loose ponytail, pulling her hair just the way she liked it.

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Sanji's cock throbbed in his hand as he watched his rival bend Nami over and penetrate her from behind. He imagined it was himself inside her, that those delicious little whimpers were for him, because of him. His hand squeezed his length tighter as he imagine what she would feel like, tight and hot and soaking wet.

So enraptured was he but the sight of the navigator's naked body and his own imagination, that a soft growl rumbled low in the back of his throat, and for a moment he went totally still, afraid that his slip up had given away his position.

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Zoro was admiring the way Nami looked, bent over before him with her tight pussy pulsing around him every time he thrust into her. They were both panting heavily, breaths ragged and irregular, and the soft wet sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air as well. However, even in the throes of passion it was not enough to disguise the small masculine sound that Zoro immediately recognized. He had heard that bastard cook speak enough to identify his voice, even if the only sound he made was a low growl.

It appeared they had an audience and for a moment, Zoro was unsure what to do. But after a moment, he heard the familiar sound of flesh sliding over flesh, a sound that was much dryer and quicker than the noises caused by pounding into the woman in front of him. The son of a bitch was getting off on watching them fuck!

Zoro's lips twisted into a vicious smirk. Well, if the cook wanted a show, then he would get one, and show the arrogant bastard why Nami had come to the swordsman for sex and not Curly Brows.

He gave one more hard thrust, loving the way it made his lover moan his name, before pulling out telling her to stand up.

Zoro sat down on the barrel, motioning for Nami to sit on his lap with her back pressed to his chest. It was clear she was not aware they were being watched, otherwise she would have screeched in embarrassment and gone scrabbling for her clothes. He knew it was wrong to put her on display without her knowledge, but his male pride could not resist the chance to one-up the cook.

He spread her legs wide and allowed her to sink down on his shaft, knowing that Sanji had to be hiding in the shadows of the door that led below deck. Her current position gave him a perfect view of his cock penetrating her pretty little pussy.

Nami began to bounce atop him, too impatient to wait for him to move, and moaned at the feeling of his thickness filling her so deeply. Her generous breasts bounced with her every move, and though he couldn't see Sanji, he knew could feel his gaze riveted on them, watching Nami ride Zoro's cock like a wild woman.

"Mmm, yeah, work that pussy," the swordsman groaned, his hands coming up to cup her breasts and pinch her hardened nipples.

"You feel so good!" Nami panted, shuddering against him as pleasure radiated out from where he was touching her sensitive breasts. "You're so deep inside me!"

Zoro groaned as her sex clenched around him. Knowing how Nami would react, he released her tits and let his hands settle on her hips, forcing her down as he began to pound up into hard and fast. Nami's moans instantly rose in both pitch and intensity and he had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep her from waking the whole ship.

"Shh, baby. You'll wake the others," he ground out, gritting his teeth as pleasure flared in his own body as he slammed into her hard and fast, knowing Sanji was getting an eyeful of how every inch of his cock was ravaging her pussy.

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Wet smacking accompanied every thrust into her dripping sex and Sanji could only hope it covered up the sounds of his own hand rapidly stroking his cock.

It appeared they hadn't heard the cook after all, and had instead changed to a position that allowed him to watch Nami's sweet little hole stretch to accommodate the cock what was ramming into her deep. Apparently the red head liked it rough, and Sanji could picture himself slamming into her juicy cunt and squeezing those perfect breasts until she was delirious with pleasure.

The cook was feeling far too hot in his collared shirt and jacket and he regretted not changing into pajamas before venturing to the kitchen. He wanted to strip down, but was afraid the rustling of clothing would alert them, so he simply continued to watch, hand fisting over his cock as he tried to quiet his own ragged breaths.

Once Zoro slipped out of her, leaving her reddened hole exposed, but rather than immediately slide back in, he placed a hand on either side of her sex, spreading her outer lips and giving the cook an even better view of her swollen clit and soaking pussy.

He began to tease her, his finger flicking over her pink button before dipping two digits inside her. Nami arched squirmed in his lap, craving the thickness of his cock, but feeling pleasure from his fingers all the same, and Sanji wondered how many times they had been together for Zoro to learn exactly what drove her wild.

The cook's eyes flicked to the man in question, and momentarily stilled when he saw Zoro's dark eyes weren't on Nami, but were staring directly at him! It was too dark for him to be seen, Sanji was certain, and yet it seemed Zoro had detected him nonetheless. His expression was smug, but also a little dangerous, as if daring the cook to try something as he bucked up into his lover's quivering sex fiercely.

Sanji's mouth went dry, a chill passing through him and dulling his lust. How long had Zoro known he was there? And why was he still continuing to pleasure the luscious red head on his lap if he knew damn well he had an audience?

Wanting to leave but finding him unable to look away from Nami's beautiful body and Zoro's intense stare, Sanji continued to watch, simultaneously aroused and confused, angered and bitterly jealous all at the same time.

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Zoro teased her with his fingers, pumping into her before rubbing over her clit until she was pleading for his cock. He gave it to her, smirking at her lusty sigh as he filled her up with his length once more, but after a few thrusts, he let it slip free and started teasing her all over again, making sure her hole was spread for their spectator as his fingers ghosted over her slick flesh. He wanted Sanji to see what he could never have, wanted him to see how he touched her, how he pleasured her in ways Sanji would never have the chance to try.

When her pleas became high and desperate, he once again slipped his cock inside her, letting her take control and ride him hard like she wanted. She ground her hips in circles, cooing and moaning at the feeling of his pole shifting inside her. He could hear her pleasured sounds rise in pitch, her voice giving away how close she was to orgasm.

"Turn around," he growled against her ear as he stilled her thrusting hips with his hands. "I want to watch you when you come."

Nami dismounted and did as he asked, sitting back in his lap so that her back was towards their audience. She sank back down on his lap and whimpered in pleasure, loving the feeling of being filled by him, by being surrounded by his strong arms and feeling hard muscle flex against her softer form.

He placed two fingers under her chin, tilting her face up so he could kiss her. It started soft and tender, his lips gently pressing against hers, but soon his tongue slipped inside her mouth, making Nami murmur low sultry sounds as she began to grind her hips against him.

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While their new position didn't give him the admirable view of her pussy and tits he had been enjoying, Sanji could still clearly watch Zoro penetrate her, especially when the navigator leaned forward for a kiss.

He watched her ass, perfect and toned and oh so squeezable, as she began to bounce up and down one more, impaling herself deep every time. Zoro's hands came up to grab the firm globes just like Sanji's hands itched to do. The marimo-head probably knew the cook was aching to touch that milky skin and was gloating, his hands kneading the pale skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight while the only thing in Sanji's hand was his own cock.

The swordsman's heated gaze flicked to him again momentarily, looking over Nami's shoulder without her knowledge. Even without words, his message was all too clear. Zoro had won Nami's affection, and the closest the cook was ever going to get to doing the same was jerking off to her image, just as he was now.

The knowledge was infuriating, the smug twist of his lips making Sanji's blood boil for other reasons besides his raging erection. Even so, he couldn't look away, couldn't tear his eyes from Nami's naked body or the place where she was joined with his rival.

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The navigator arched back slightly as Zoro's cock hit a sweet spot within her. Her lover took the opportunity to capture a pebbled pink nipple in his mouth, sucking hungrily and making Nami cry out in pleasured surprise.

Despite the soft breeze blowing, their bodies were covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her skin gleaming beautifully in a way Zoro would not soon forget. Her hands gripped his shoulders desperately as he released her breasts and looked into her hazy taupe colored eyes. Their lucid depths were clouded with lust. Her cheeks were flushed and her mouth formed a sweet little 'O' as she moaned.

Her sex was growing ever tighter around him, burning hot and soaking wet as he pistoned in and out of her. He gripped her ass a little tighter, spreading the cheeks apart so Sanji could get a good look at the way he was pounding her pussy.

"Zoro," she gasped, her voice breathless and trembling. "I'm so close. God, I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

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Sanji watched as the beautiful woman before him came undone. Her back arched and her head fell back, allowing him to see her enraptured expression as pleasure overtook her. Her whole body trembled as she cried out, and though Sanji tried to imagine it was himself deep inside her, making her come, the illusion was shattered when she called out Zoro's name over and over in a mindless mantra.

Even so, the sight of her mid-orgasm sent him over then edge and with a muffled growl, he came into his own hand, the hot, sticky liquid coating his palm.

He watched Zoro climax a moment later, his guttural groan signaling his release deep inside her. He buried his head in the crook of Nami's shoulder, muscles tensing as he pumped his seed into her womb, and Sanji watched with lustful envy as the milky liquid leaked from where they were joined, running in sluggish rivulets down Zoro's cock to drip onto the deck.

Nami was still trembling when Zoro's arm's encircled her, holding her close and murmuring soft, soothing words that Sanji couldn't quite make out. But even as he held her shivering form, his eyes gazed a burning path over her shoulder into the darkness where the cook still stood. It was one final message, a look of triumph as he held what the other man coveted.

They both knew this would remain a secret between them. Sanji would never confront him about, because what could he say? He was a voyeur, a sick man for hanging around and watching them in the first place when he could have easily turned around and gone back the way he had come. But he had stayed and they both knew why. He would rather watch Nami fuck another man then never have her at all, and it was knowledge the cook was loath to bring up ever again.

But now the show was over, and the remains of his own orgasm was drying into a sticky mess in his hand. Using his clean hand to tuck his limp member back into his pants, Sanji finally left the couple and retreated into the darkness to clean up and lick his metaphorical wounds. He was angry, both at Zoro and at himself for being so pitiful as to have to masturbate to another couple's lovemaking. He didn't know how, but one day he hoped he could get even with the swordsman for dangling the object of his affection in front of him like that.

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Nami tensed against him when she thought she heard the sound of a door opening and closing, afraid that they would be caught by a member of the crew. Here she was, completely naked with Zoro's softened cock still wedged inside her. How the hell were they going to explain that?

She tried to jump off of him but his arms held her where she was.

"Shh, it's nothing," he rasped, running a soothing hand over her back to relax her. "Nobody is coming."

When nobody appeared on deck after a few moments, Nami allowed herself to relax against him, basking in both the moonlight and the afterglow of yet another incredible orgasm.

Zoro enjoyed the feel of her nestled against his chest and played with her hair was the warm breeze began to dry the sweat on their bodies. He held her protectively, male instinct making him want to shelter her, which was ironic because moments ago, he had been spreading her wide and showing her off to their fellow pirate.

He knew she would be furious if she ever found out what had just transpired, but he was sure Nami would never discover they had just had sex for an audience. He wondered if Nami would notice a change in Sanji's behavior, because he was sure the bastard cook was going to slink around for the next few days with his tail between his legs. Even if she did, she would never know the reason why and he supposed it didn't matter. All he cared about was that this beautiful woman continued to come to him for fulfillment, that she gave herself to him over and over. As long as she did that, he would never let another man touch her, even if it meant showing him what he couldn't have.