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It's Probably Nothing...	By : Synvamp Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 5561 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zoro enjoyed the feeling of the warm skin, soft under his fingers. He couldn’t believe that Sanji actually wanted to have a relationship… at least that was what he thought the cook had said. He was pretty difficult to understand. At first Zoro had wondered why Sanji had wanted to touch him at all… beneath the swordsman’s arrogant exterior he was quite introspective about these things and he didn’t think that he had much to offer a man who liked girls with all their high pitched voices and soft parts. The guy liked sunsets and salad and pretended not to enjoy wrestling! He was a mystery… but he was also all the things that Zoro had only just realised he was looking for: strong, arrogant, potent and fierce… but also strangely kind hearted. The swordsman didn’t know where this next step would take them but he was optimistic. Sanji seemed to get him in a way that no one else did, seeing his aggression as passion rather than hate.

He was also very good to touch…

Sanji’s skin was pale, almost luminous. Scattered freckles disappeared under Zoro’s hand as he ran it up Sanji’s front. His fingers rippled across Sanji’s tight chest, muscles resting impatiently just below the surface. Even though his skin was as soft as suede, the muscles below were hard as bone. Sanji’s body was sculpted day by day and Zoro had studied it intently. He knew how to touch the cook, how to caress him. After the time they had spent together, Sanji responded to his knowing touch, arching his neck to the fingers that guided him.

Zoro kissed his throat gently, lingering on his collarbones; they rose from his soft throat and then disappeared under the rising muscles, his chest was so good to bite… Sanji always smelled so fresh and crisp under the top notes of herbs and tobacco. The warm scent of spice rolled from his pecs as Zoro kissed slowly further down. His lips caressed the lines of Sanji’s flesh, of the muscles carved through the years. Zoro’s hands moved with deliberate grace, pulling the chef closer to eager lips. The kisses got longer as Zoro sunk to his knees. Finally he looked up at Sanji, both hands firmly on the chef’s buttocks. He swore he could smell the cook’s cock through the bulging fabric of his pants… Normally he tried to draw out the pleasantries… he had learned that Sanji liked to take things slowly and he always liked to please his lovers. As the time wore on it became more difficult, Sanji’s body started to affect him. It was like his own flesh remembered the tight embrace of those perfect muscles and urged him to go faster and faster. Now that they were trying to be… serious… would Sanji expect him to do things differently?

Zoro took a deep breath, trying to slow his heart rate. He had studied his own body until he knew its every contour and he could feel his pulse throb all the way from his chest to his groin. The heat still lingered on his body where Sanji had struck him. Fighting always made him so hot and Sanji’s force was just divine. He didn’t want to wait any longer… Whatever Sanji wanted, he had enjoyed their time so far or he wouldn’t have come up here, right? Without a word Zoro stood up, putting his hand out to the bemused blond. Definitely time for sex.

Sanji laughed, reading his eyes as if he had spoken the words out loud… and shook his head, “Not yet, come here.”

Zoro grinned despite his frustration, Sanji never made things easy after-all. He should have known that the blond had a plan; he always had a plan… Zoro stepped in to the space indicated by Sanji’s open arms, wondering what he would be expected to do next. Maybe he should have brought up some sake or some dessert… this was meant to be a date after all…

He put two hands on Sanji’s broad shoulders and pierced the blond’s fringe with a smouldering stare.

“Do you want me to get something?”

Sanji laughed again, his voice mocking and reassuring all at once. “Like what?”

“I don’t know… sake?”

“Why would I want sake?”

“I don’t know.” So he wasn’t very experienced with dates, so what?! Ummm… maybe Sanji was waiting for him to do something. Something other than tearing all their clothes off and throwing him on the floor… maybe he should just ask. “Well then, what first?”

“I’m not going to write you an itinerary asshole,” Sanji frowned but his eyes twinkled with mischief.

Zoro blinked. Itinarrr…what now?

“Come on, spit it out.” Zoro said, his impatience showing in his voice.

Sanji laughed, “You really shouldn’t just storm about like a horny bull, idiot. You miss all the…”

Whatever. Zoro cut him off with a lustful kiss, pressing his body close to the cook’s. Sanji’s bare skin felt so soft against his chest, warm and aching to be touched. He could feel Sanji pressing back, his body reacting to Zoro’s every move. When the swordsman felt Sanji’s hard cock straining against his thigh, he fought the overwhelming urge to just tear Sanji’s pants off and suck him hard. Then maybe turn him over and…

This was not helping him to take it slow that was for sure.

Stuff it.

Zoro knocked Sanji’s feet from under him and lowered him to the ground smoothly. Sanji let himself be moved without too much protest, muttering “Lucky you’re so sexy…”

Zoro’s hands traced the bulge in the cook’s pants and his sentence ended in a happy sigh.

For a few minutes, Zoro had the lustful pleasure of exploring the cook’s body. He traced every line with his hands, then his tongue, hot breaths puffing into Sanji’s sensitive skin. Finally the cook sat up and looked down at him as he tugged at Sanji’s belt.

“Ok, ok, that’s enough moss-head. Up.” Sanji nudged Zoro teasing him and indicating at the same time. “Yep, over to the bench seat. And make yourself comfortable…”

Bossy bastard.

If this was a date, maybe he should have said ‘I’ll pass, I’m good with the wild sex actually…’ but something about Sanji’s smile made his stomach churn. Even if he did have to wait, this could still be fun…

Zoro sighed and did as he was told, his body still thrumming in impatient agony. Once he was settled comfortably, Sanji came over. He let his open shirt drop to the floor and then undid his belt, pulling it loose so quickly that it cracked like a whip. He held out one long arm and let it drop with a clatter to the floor. The long legs flicked and two dress shoes sailed past Zoro’s head. He caught one and the other hit the windowsill and fell to the floor with a thud.

Sanji’s long fingers trailed down his chest and finally reached his tight pants, he twitched them open with a quick movement and let them fall to the floor. Zoro watched as if hypnotised, he was wearing no socks… and no underwear.

“You really don’t know what you’ve been missing out on, do you?” Sanji mused as he strode confidently across the room.

At first his hands just barely touched Zoro, just undoing the ties on his pants and then they settled on Zoro’s haramaki. A grin quivered on Sanji’s lips the he wormed his hands underneath the stretchy fabric before tearing it apart and dropping it onto the floor. Zoro opened his mouth to complain but then thought better of it. Sanji’s quick hands brushed his groin and he drew a shallow breath. One hand slid under him, lifting his hips as the other pulled his trousers and his underpants down, with a flick of his wrist, Sanji sent them hurtling into the middle of the room.

“Hmmm…” the cook mused as his fingertips swirled gently across Zoro’s stomach. A smile flickered in his eyes and he moved slowly. Zoro’s whole body was tingling now, it was as if the gentle touches had made him hypersensitive to Sanji’s caress. He could feel every movement magnified… as if he was being touched by a hundred hands instead of two. Sanji moved so slowly, his fingers trailing further down. They lingered on his stomach and then moved, unbearably, past Zoro’s straining cock. They urged Zoro’s legs to part and found places under his knees that were achingly sensitive, as the cook leaned over to kiss his chest.

Soft kisses pressed against him, the heat of the lips lingering long after they were gone. The delicate hands moved up in tiny circles, tracing a pattern of exquisite agony up the inside of Zoro’s thighs. His legs were gently moved up and apart but the hands seemed to go everywhere except where Zoro wanted them… Sanji kissed lower and Zoro’s back arched as the cook’s soft body pressed against him just fleetingly leaving a sticky trail between them. Sanji’s lips huffed warm breaths across Zoro’s chest and then he touched his lips to the aching skin once more. He kissed Zoro’s stomach, his hips… so… close… the hot breath brushed against him and he groaned in need.

His body quivered as Sanji’s tongue touched the base of his cock, slowly drawing a line to his tip. The cook drew away and blew softly, letting the air make the wet line cold and sending shivers up Zoro’s spine. Slowly Sanji kissed his cock, starting at the base, his kisses were achingly light, until he got to the tip where he lingered… his warm lips closing gently to draw the swordsman into paradise.

The lips released but the velvet tongue remained, circling lazily down… each sweep was a little firmer than the last until Zoro groaned with pleasure. Finally, when he thought he couldn’t bear it any longer, the wet mouth opened and took him deep inside. Hands searched his hips and pulled him gently up into the warm embrace, a searching tongue following every move of the perfect lips.

After what seemed like forever, the hot mouth pulled away and the strong hands lowered him down. With a final teasing squeeze of his ass, Sanji released him, leaning forward for one salty, sexy kiss before he pulled his body away.

“Turn over…” he breathed into Zoro’s ear, the hot puffs of breath making his skin prickle.

Zoro turned onto his stomach, his cock pressing on the soft fabric of the window seat and making him groan. His body was so fucking sensitive now! It was just… ridiculous. Delicious. How did the pervert do this to him?

Sanji chuckled as if he could read Zoro’s mind.

“Feeling good, swordsman?”

Zoro could feel a hand caressing his back and another on his ass, he mumbled into a cushion in reply.

“Mmmmfh.”

The hot breath was back again as Sanji kissed down his back, each kiss lingering longer than the last. When the cook reached his ass, he let his tongue explore a point just above where his ass cheeks met… Zoro breathed in sharply. His ass was aching… he’d never felt that before. Sanji’s hands drew the tanned globes apart and his tongue sunk slowly down, kissing and sucking and doing something to Zoro that just made him crazy.

The kisses were like fire, setting everything they touched ablaze with fever. Suddenly Zoro wanted Sanji to kiss him… there… he raised himself up on his elbows and looked back… blond hair and a pink tongue touching him with expert caress… how could something so… gross feel so fucking amazing?!

The heat of Sanji’s lips made Zoro’s cock twitch. He wanted it… he didn’t know how to ask but he wanted it like nothing else… Zoro turned over slowly and Sanji drew back. No! He just wanted to watch… he wanted to see what Sanji was doing that made him feel so amazing. Once Zoro was on his back, he drew his knees up, trying to let Sanji know how much he wanted him to keep going. His eyes pleaded but his mouth was dry… he couldn’t say the words.

Sanji’s hands moved back and stroked him between his legs. A moan escaped and became a growl and Sanji grinned and lowered his magical lips again.

Sanji let his tongue just brush against the edge, tasting salt. Zoro groaned. The sound made Sanji’s groin throb with lust, it was so intense it was almost painful. He gripped the back of Zoro’s knees and leaned in, sinking his tongue deeper. He swirled slowly and moaned as Zoro’s hands sought his shoulders, holding him close with desperation. Zoro’s deep bass was the loudest Sanji had heard it – his groans were almost shouts, guttural and raw. Sanji’s delicate hands traced up Zoro’s thighs, his cock was as hard as a rock. As Sanji’s fingers touched it, feather-light, Zoro groaned again. His legs fell open and Sanji finally drew his head back, feeling the sticky wetness of pre-cum on his fingertips.

The cook sat up slowly, arching his back and leaning forward until he could rub his cock on Zoro’s thigh. He traced a line up steadily, breathing deep as desire flooded his body. It was so hard to focus… he had to go slowly with Zoro. He didn’t think that the swordsman had done …this… before. He drew back, looking down on Zoro’s dark skinned and obnoxiously muscled body. They locked eyes just for a minute as Sanji closed his hand down and stroked Zoro’s cock. Sanji was shocked by the need and intensity in his stare.

“Oil,” Zoro said, his word was almost just a breath.

“What?” Sanji asked as if in a dream.

Zoro turned sideways just a little and picked up a bottle out of nowhere.

“Oil,” he said, clearer this time.

Sanji blinked slowly… so he had been prepared for this? He couldn’t have… could he? Zoro’s hips rolled forwards and Sanji’s mind was brought crashing back into the present. Zoro was rubbing warm oil onto his cock with rough delicious strokes. Sanji put his hands on the swordsman’s and stopped him, taking over the movements. His long fingers picked up a slick of grease and dove down, opening the swordsman gently. Two long digits pierced and then gently moved inside Zoro, touching deeper with each movement. Sanji’s lips moved with them as he flicked his tongue across the tip of Zoro’s cock, making his breathing shudder.

“I want you now…” Sanji whispered.

Zoro bucked his hips in response and Sanji’s fingers slipped deeper. Zoro’s muscles pressed on his knuckles, holding him tight. Sanji lifted his lips and leaned closer, sliding into place as if he was always meant to be here. He gasped at the friction, the heat of Zoro. He was tight. Sanji could feel the swordsman’s nails digging into his back. A tingle of adrenaline rushed through him and it was so hard to bring his hips to a halt. The body beneath him was tense but open, Zoro’s legs wide, his breath in hot puffs on Sanji’s neck.

Zoro smiled and put his hands on Sanji’s hips, roughly pulling him closer. He kissed Zoro briefly as the hands pulled him in, the jerking making his cock twitch. Zoro pulled him again, yanking his body forwards, the rush was great but all the pulling was making him loose his head. He put his hands on Zoro’s chest, sexy but firm.

“Put your hands up.”

Zoro huffed a little and said, “what?” his fingers still digging into Sanji’s hips.

“Hands, up,” Sanji took Zoro’s wrists and moved the swordsman’s hands off him, pinning them above his head before letting them go.

Zoro pulled a face, his hips grinding impatiently.

“Just trust me…” Sanji pulled back slowly, arching his hips. He lifted one of Zoro’s knees and spread his legs. The whole of Zoro’s naked body spread out before him, the oil making his hard cock shine in the flickering light. He teased Zoro’s cock with his fingers and got a moan from the swordsman’s tight lips.

“Come on…” Sanji coaxed as he pushed back into the swordsman’s heat. Zoro groaned and his back arched as Sanji hit a nerve. He pressed firm and deep and then rolled back, finding Zoro’s lips to bite them as he drew away. The swordsman’s hand traced his jaw, dark eyes closing as he pushed in, “Better?” He asked, as Zoro’s eyelids fluttered.

“Shut up. Concentrate,” Zoro huffed.

Sanji could feel the muscles all around his cock pull tight. He knew Zoro’s body… his movements, from fighting for so long. The cook moved slowly and deliberately, bearing down on the places that made the swordsman groan loudest. Zoro held his body still, letting the heat and the friction build between them. Sanji explored Zoro’s body, his dark nipples, his perfect ass, his solid cock… Zoro pulled him deep, breathing heavy. His movements urged the cook faster, harder. Sanji kept control, rolling his hips deep and riding the rush. Zoro writhed beneath him gasping and wound tight. He wanted to keep the swordsman hovering on the edge of bliss…

Zoro reached up and pulled him down into a fierce kiss as their bodies tangled. Hands traced his jaw line and caressed his hair and Zoro half sat up, lifting Sanji effortlessly. The swordsman’s rough hands clamped on his hips and Zoro pulled him, hard. This time it was different; Zoro had found their rhythm. Sanji gasped as the swordsman pulled him deep, taking every inch of his cock and jarring him to the hilt. Zoro was so wild… so fucking rough. It was the hottest thing Sanji had ever seen. He used his legs to keep leverage and moved with the swordsman, letting him think he was in charge for just one minute longer...

Show time.

Sanji put one hand on Zoro’s shoulder and pushed him down onto the bench. With his other hand, he raised Zoro’s knee so he had one leg bent even higher and one leg straight. Zoro was wet and his skin was slick with a sheen of sweat, his muscles shining, a shimmering desert of sand dunes in the lamp light. Sanji gazed at him for just long enough to get a fresh rush of blood to his groin. The cook broke Zoro’s grip with a twist of his hips and used his weight to drive his cock home. He pulled back quickly and thrust again, Zoro liked rough… Zoro wanted rough… Fine.

Sanji gripped Zoro firmly and worked the delicious angle between his legs. He used all his strength and weight and let the swordsman really feel him. As the pressure tingling in his blood built he pushed Zoro harder, rubbing the swordsman’s swollen cock and burying himself in his hard flesh.

Sanji flicked his hips with each long stroke, massaging and pounding. He let every touch be delicate and then fierce. He revelled in Zoro’s every growl, every moan, every jagged breath. The swordsman’s muscles rippled tight and his nails dug into Sanji’s back. The cook moved faster, holding Zoro’s hips to angle his rough thrusts. Zoro bucked like a prize horse, his hips slamming against the bench as Sanji pushed him home. The world was all sweet heat, muscles and green hair… and Zoro rocking and kicking and gasping for air. The cock in Sanji’s hand pulsed and he stroked it, watching Zoro come as he thrust. Their bodies slid together, slick with sweat and come. Sanji leaned over until he was eye to eye with Zoro. He held Zoro’s shoulders and his gaze as he pushed in, feeling the slick heat of Zoro’s insides. He pressed against the perfect body and felt every muscle ripple and flex as he pushed deep. He finally broke his gaze and kissed the swordsman, wanting to taste him in his hunger. As their bodies crushed together, every part of Zoro’s muscled body made him burn with lust. He gasped a few words that were snatched by puffs of breath… but one just made it out,

“…Marimo…”

Sanji closed his eyes as the rush took over, tripping through his body. His senses were thrilling with every thrust; building and building into waves of heat. As he unloaded deep inside Zoro’s tight ass, his body was racked with jolts of pleasure so intense they were almost painful. He gasped as leaned close, kissing the swordsman as his body slowed. They came to a stop together, the kiss lasting on until Sanji thought he was going to pass out. He didn’t want to stop.

Finally they parted. Sanji took a couple of minutes to catch his breath, trying not to get annoyed at the fact that Zoro wasn’t even puffing a little. He used the time to enjoy the heat of Zoro’s body against him. He revelled in the sexy ache in his groin and was comfortable so he stayed where he was, Marimo didn’t seem in a rush to move either.

“What are you thinking?” Sanji asked.

“Nothing,” Zoro said.

“That I can believe,” Sanji muttered. “You want another date or what?” The cook added with more volume.

“Ok ok…” Zoro paused and stroked one calloused finger down Sanji’s jaw line, considering what he was going to say. He did want another date... what would be the right thing to say? “Hmmm… I like going on watch with you?” Zoro asked.

Sanji looked a little baffled and then laughed, “I bet you do.” With that, the cook moved closer, turning what was just two bodies laying all over each other into a definite cuddle. Zoro tensed a little and then relaxed, turning his hips in towards Sanji and wrapping him in a steel embrace.

“Watch it…” squeaked the cook.

“Get used to it,” said Zoro, grinning and relaxing his grip despite his words.

Maybe I could get used to it...

The swordsman’s embrace was a lot gentler than he had expected. Hands hard from fighting wrapped around him, fingers curled as if stopped in the middle of a caress.

“Zoro?” Sanji said, as a way to warn idiot Marimo to focus.

But Zoro didn’t answer. Instead, his gentle breathing deepened and he started to make a grating, rasping noise.

“Shitty Marimo! You’re narcoleptic. You and Ace and Luffy should form a self-help group,” Sanji said.

Zoro snored just a little louder.

Sanji smiled contentedly and tried very hard to be annoyed at being trapped in the swordsman’s fierce embrace. He only succeeded when he realised that his cigarettes were on the other side of the crow’s nest. Then he swore loudly. The noise caused Zoro to pull him closer; the swordsman’s still naked body flush against his back. Belatedly, Sanji decided he could go without his after sex cigarette.

Just this once.

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