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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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Warning: Contains a lot of highly explicit maleXmale content.

RECAP: ----The cook spent the rest of the day avoiding the Swordsman, keeping himself busy with various dishes and desserts. As night fell, Sanji made sure that he was the last one to bed, hoping that he could have a completely arousal free night's sleep.---RECAP:

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No such luck. Sanji woke up stiff as a log. That's three times in as many days!

Sanji cursed his back luck, hurriedly walking off to the showers before the other's woke up. This time I need to be completely silent. Sanji reminded himself, locking the bathroom door. No names this time. Just finish it off.

Stepping under the shower, Sanji held his breath as he let the water wash the sweat of his body. Feeling the water hammer his skin, the blond tried to clear his mind. It was all just that stupid dream's fault. He should never have tried to see what it was that made him hard.

Hard…

I forgot! I don't have time to stand around. I have breakfast to make.

Sanji decided to get rid of his morning wood, and get back to his job onboard the ship. He licked his fingers, sliding them back to that place he discovered recently.

Leaning his body against the shower wall, Sanji rubbed the twitching entrance, running his fingers along his erection. Sliding inside two fingers, the cook tried to hit the same depth as Zoro had in his dream, but to no avail.

Groaning with soft pleasure, Sanji's heartbeat picked up. It felt good, much better than the way he got off before. He spread his fingers gently, biting back a soft groan at the feeling. He couldn't let them hear a thing. Zoro said he had heard him before, so he had to be silent.

Sanji remembered the incident the day before. His mind wandered from the flexing muscles of Zoro's arms, to how the sweat made the thick black fabric cling to Zoro's thighs and groin.

His groin…

Sanji had no idea how well endowed Zoro was, but taking into account how low the groin of his pants was, and how much they bulged when he sat…

Sanji spread his fingers a little more, closing his eyes as he tried to make an approximate. The mental images that flashed before him caused his own erection to twitch as his heart rate picked up again.

"Mmmm... damn you... Zoro…" the name escaped Sanji's lips without the cook's knowledge or approval, with a suffocated groan from the back of his throat.

"oi! Cook"

Zoro's voice tore Sanji from his fantasies with an almost audible ripping sound. His eyes pinned open in horror when he realized the voice came from the other side of the door.

"What's going on? Why are you cursing me in there?"

Sanji was trapped. He was still hard and if anything, hearing Zoro's voice was just making him harder. He had to finish, and fast. Then he could tell the crap swordsman he was just showering.

"oi, curly-brows?" Zoro hit the door demanding an answer. Sanji held his breath as he tried to clear his mind.

"Cook?" Zoro's voice was starting to become concerned. "oi… Sanji?"

Despite trying his hardest to suffocate it, Sanji let out a whimper at the sound of his name. The unfamiliar sound setting off all the alarms in Zoro's head.

"oi! Sanji? are you injured in there?" Zoro rattled the doorknob, trying to get in.

"D-don't you dare come… in here… Stupid Mosshead…" Sanji spit out from between his teeth, his voice choked painfully at the effort to hold back his groans.

"I'm coming in there." Zoro said in an alarmingly calm tone. Sanji could hear swords being drawn.

"N-NO! What are you thinking about!? idiot Marimo! Stop it! Don't! STUPID, STUPID, STUPI-" but it was too late, with a single slash, the door lock was cut.

And then the swordsman walked in on the chef.

Sanji's face flushed bright red. He stood there naked and hard in the shower. Right in front of the very person he had been thinking of.

But, the worst part was, Zoro just stood there and stared.

"O-oi! damn you Marimo!" Sanji's voice was cracking with embarrassment. "Why did you have to barge in here?!"

Zoro looked at the erection in Sanji's hands, and the pure red tint in his face. The swordsman wasn't as dense as the captain or the other two, younger crewmates. He could put two and two together.

"you were saying my name?" Zoro asked, his voice monotone, almost dead.

"D-Damn you! You are such a Neanderthal-" Sanji started, feeling more and more violated by the minute.

"Shh…. be quiet, or the others will hear you." Zoro put his fingers to his lips, signaling Sanji to keep his frantic ramblings down.

Sanji was almost angry and embarrassed enough to kick the swordsman into paste, but he hesitated when Zoro closed the door, dragging an entire metal counter across the door so it couldn't be opened from the outside. Sanji blinked at the sight.

"What are you doing?" He hissed at the swordsman, trying to keep his voice down.

Zoro blurted out arrogantly, "Isn't it obvious?" Sanji could hear that charming hint of embarrassment in the swordsman's voice. "I'm making sure no one walks in on us…" With a small snort, Zoro turned around, avoiding eye contact with Sanji like the plague. The swordsman's cheeks tinted bright pink.

Sanji was dumbfounded. "walk in on us? … walk in on us while we do what?" This whole thing was becoming so surreal. What was going on?

"D-Don't ask me!" Zoro argued, embarrassment thick in his voice. "… what do you want to do? Talk about this?"

"You aren't utterly disgusted? You aren't going to tell me off for being filthy for using your name in this situation?" Sanji was almost certain this was all just a part of his dream. Yes. He had to be dreaming.

Zoro sat on the metal counter, looking everywhere except for Sanji. "No… why should I?"

"You like men?" Sanji asked, his voice almost bubbly in disbelief.

"No! Just… well… I like both… as long as the person is attractive…" Zoro said with a hint of defeat. "you can't tell anyone though, or I WILL kill you!"

Sanji tried to still his heart. Zoro wasn't disgusted at all.

"So?" Zoro asked, finally making eye contact with the cook. Sanji felt like those dark eyes were heating him up from the inside out, Sanji realized that he still had a throbbing erection.

"…so what?" Sanji asked, not entirely sure what was going on anymore. Zoro was being very calm, almost alarmingly calm.

"Do you…. you know… Like men?" The swordsman spat out with the elegance and grace of a steamroller.

Sanji looks down at the bottom of the shower. "I honestly don't know Marimo." He breathed awkwardly. He needed a smoke, and he needed it bad. "You are the only man I've ever thought about like this…" Sanji tried to explain, as much to himself as to his crewmate. "And I-"

Sanji was cut off mid explanation with a kiss. A very heated and demanding kiss. Sanji couldn't help but yell out at the sudden forceful parting of his lips, feeling Zoro's large tongue creep inside his mouth.

"Shhh… idiot cook. They will wake up if you don't keep it down." Zoro broke the kiss with those words, running his hand down the side of Sanji's soaked face.

"D-Damn you Mosshead!" Sanji frowned in disapproval "YOU were the one who attacked ME with tha-" again the blond was cut off, this time the yell became a slight sigh, as he parted his lips for the swordsman's tongue.

Of course he hadn't been able to dream the flavor. To dream it, he could have imagined it, but it was unlike anything the chef had ever tasted. Heavy and thick, filling his mouth, the chef tried to compare it to food.

Like coffee… or like wine… no, more like a rich parfait, only heavy. Sanji couldn't manage to get any air through his mouth because of the other man's lips sliding so firmly and passionately over his own, seemingly in an attempt to taste every single inch of the Chef.

So Sanji he inhaled deep with his nose, filling his senses with that familiar heady smell of sweat and steel. If the chef didn't count food, that smell was probably his favorite. It was so heavy and musky, filling his senses and wrapping around his body. Sanji felt so warm. Then he felt hands on his waist.

"HO there!" Sanji broke the kiss violently, pushing the swordsman away with his long leg. "Easy…"

Zoro frowned, looking up the leg that was planet dead center in his chest. Then he looked up the leg, his perceptive eyes lingering on the Chef's naked body. "What the hell, Curly-cook?"

"This is embarrassing!" Sanji argued, water splattering of his body. "… why am I the only one naked?" He lowered his leg, not entirely sure if he wanted the Marimo to take the hint.

It took the swordsman two surprised blinks to realize what his blond crewmate was implying. Then it look him less than a single blink to pull off his shirt and discard his shoes besides the shower. Sanji smirked at the sight, watching Zoro kick off the green waistband and unbutton his pants hurriedly brought him a great rush of power. The Marimo was at his mercy right now.

"oi, Pirate hunter, what's taking so long? I'm getting bored in here." Sanji teased, watching the swordsman's large brow twitch in annoyance. running his own hands down his torso, and to his still twitching entrance, the blond slid in a finger, curious as to what reaction it would force from the Marimo.

The show was exactly as Sanji had hoped, watching the larger man almost violently discard his black-green pants at the sight of his teasing, chanting shallow curses in each breath. This was fun. Sanji had always known Zoro as a rash and blunt man. The swordsman had the delicacy of a shark.

Sanji had never seen Zoro's untamed nature and aggressive attitude in a positive light. It was usually what he mentioned first when asked why he never got along with the Marimo. But right there, at that moment, Sanji was more than thankful for the swordsman's "down to business" attitude.

Watching eagerly as the swordsman dropped his underwear, Sanji swallowed water in shock, his eyes opening wide. "… s-shit… no way… There's no way that-" Sanji stammered at the sight of Zoro's manhood. "…It's not gonna fit." Sanji managed to say on the exhale as the other man stepped into the shower.

"We'll make it fit." Zoro growled low under his breath, water soaking his green hair, small streams running down his thick neck.

Three days ago, if someone would have told him he would be heatedly making out with the swordsman in the shower, he would probably have started gagging at the mental image alone. But as his tongue struggled feebly for dominance in his own mouth, Sanji buried his fingers in the short green hair, desperately trying to close the small gaps between their bodies.

Their erections rubbed together between their abs, causing Sanji to break the kiss to look down at Zoro's manhood. He watched it rub against his own, thick and dripping with pre-cum, smearing a white trail against Zoro's tanned abs. Looking at his own -more slender- form, Sanji realized that even if he was coated in cum, he couldn't see it because of his naturally white skin.

Sanji gasped a little when he felt Zoro's lips on his neck, leaning his head sideways to allow the swordsman better access. The chef closed his eyes in approval at the shallow bites and audible suckles on his skin, digging his fingertips into the bulging muscles at Zoro's back.

Suddenly, a jolt of pleasure shot up Sanji's spine. Biting his lower lip to hold back his moans, the chef felt one of Zoro's large calloused fingers slide along the edges of his entrance. "unh, stupid… Marimo..." Sanji hissed, the moans slowly escaping his throat. "stop teasing…"

The swordsman rewarded the blond with a lick at his lips, water flowing off his prominent brow and onto the chef. "lubricate them for me." Zoro ran his fingers along Sanji´s lips, goading a soft moan from the blond as he took two of the tanned calloused fingers into his mouth.

This was different from the dream, this was much better. As a Chef, Sanji was highly dependent on his sense of taste. He greedily sucked the water off the fingers, running his tongue against them thoroughly, taking in the taste of filtered water, steel and sweat.

"You don't taste all that bad…" Sanji commented as the green haired man pulled his fingers from his mouth. "not bad at all…" Sanji wanted to taste more, something bigger than Zoro's fingers. The blond felt the slick fingers slide between his butt cheeks, anxiously closing his eyes as he grabbed Zoro' shoulders for support.

The thick fingers rubbed the edges, sliding in only when there was room for both at once, the fingers sank into Sanji's eager body, rubbing against those almost painfully good spots.

"I thought you said I was the only one you wanted…" Zoro said a little annoyed as he slid the fingers inside, all the way to the knuckle. "Your body is too relaxed…"

"I… might have… loosened myself up earlier…" Sanji groaned as he wrapped one of his legs around Zoro's waist.

The mental image of Sanji moaning his name before flashed before Zoro's eyes, causing the former pirate hunter to kiss the chef passionately, spreading his fingers inside him in a scissor motion.

The blond groaned softly in annoyance as the felt the swordsman spread his fingers, drowning his objections inside the Zoro's mouth.

The kiss was broken, and the fingers withdrawn. "Are you ready?" The gruff voice tickled Sanji's senses, and he looked down at the other man's erection.

"I really don't think it's going to fit…" Sanji pointed out feebly, running his fingers along the thicker shaft, coating his fingers with Zoro's pre-cum.

"I told you, perverted-cook-" The swordsman was cut off by the frowning blond.

"-I'M- not the pervert right now, perverted Marimo…" Sanji snorted, licking pre-cum off his fingers. It had a salty, tangy flavor. Something food would never achieve. He suddenly felt Zoro's hands on his thighs, and the wall against his back.

Almost subconsciously, the chef wrapped his legs around the other man's hips, grabbing hold of the muscular tanned shoulders for balance. Feeling that familiar tongue invade his mouth, the heat crept back to his cheeks. until-

"I told you…" Sanji groaned in annoyance, "It's not going to… aahnnn…. fit" The blond squirmed as he felt the head of Zoro's erection glide around his entrance, only dipping inside for a second each time.

"It will fit." Zoro rumbled from the back of his throat, more to himself than Sanji.

"… keh… you never learn..." Sanji Tsk-ed as he looked away annoyed. "Fine then, let's see if you are right. But if you tear something down there, I will NEVER forgive youuuuuhhhhnnn~" Sanji's voice trailed off as the massive tip of Zoro's erection slid into his body. "oh shit-" Sanji groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Is it hurting?" the swordsman paused, looking Sanji straight in the face.

"Of COURSE It's hurting, Stupid Marimo! You are MASSIVE! My ass can't handle so much-" Sanji's voice broke as the swordsman started pulling out, brushing against something that made Sanji tighten around the shaft and arch his back slightly.

"F-fuck… don't you DARE take it out you bastard…" Sanji growled in anger and buried his nails into Zoro's shoulders.

Zoro's brow twitched in anger. "What the hell are you talking about? Make up your mind, Curly-cook…" His voice slightly seasoned with desperation.

"D-deeper… Come on." Sanji groaned as the spot was left vacant. "There was a spot in there… hit it, stupid Marimo…" Sanji pulled demanding on the green hair.

"Spot?" Zoro's interest was piqued. "Is it here?" The erection glided back inside, deeper than before.

"AAAauuunnnnnh…." Sanji arched his back into the wall. His erection twitching as his nails dug into the soaked skin of the other man. "no… but that felt…. damn good as well…" Sanji bit onto his lower lip, staring blankly at Zoro's green hair as he felt the thick shaft slide deeper. "s-shit…" Sanji grit his teeth, the sensation tugging at all his limits.

letting out deep rough grunts with each trust, Zoro set a strong pace, slowly working itself deeper into Sanji's body with each thrust. "Hnn… Stupid sexy cook…" Zoro grunted, probably to himself, into Sanji's neck, the rumbling words causing Sanji shivers of pleasures as he closed his eyes.

"Ha….have…. you wanted… AH! Ahhh... this long, stupid M-AH!-rimo?" Sanji managed to gasp up between thrusts, his voice demanding.

"Hnn…. yes…. yes… long time…" The swordsman rumbled into the slender man's neck. "Stupid Cook…" As he let go of the last word, his thrusts became deeper, causing Sanji's body to curve in pleasure.

"M-marimo…. h-harder…" Sanji felt lightheaded at the subtle confession "…more"

With a harsh grunt, the former bounty hunter obeyed the chef, sinking the final length inside until his throbbing erection was perfectly buried inside Sanji's body, causing the latter to groan out in pleasure.

"S-so deep… and thick… " the blond panted, digging his nails into Zoro's back. "M-move it a little…" Sanji didn't doubt for a second that his orders would be ignored right now. If anything, he felt a surge of domination over the other man, he felt completely in charge.

Zoro obeyed eagerly, pulling his erection out of the depths of Sanji's body, about half way. Then he thrust inside.

"AAAAAAH!" Sanji accidentally let out a loud cry as his eyes pinned open. "th-There…. right there…" Sanji grit his teeth in arousal as the erection was pulled back once more. "Hit it again." the blond commanded, breath becoming short as the water lessened the volume of their pants and grunts.

"Here?" Zoro asked as he thrusts inside, the sound of soaked hips smacking together echoing in the bathroom for a split second that felt like an eternity to Sanji, who bit his lips as Zoro's manhood rubbed against his prostate.

"Yes…. yes…" Sanji almost whimpered in pleasure, the last of his manly pride holding back the sounds as Zoro started assaulting that spot.

"ah….ahh…." Sanji tried his best to be quiet, but Zoro's thrusts were abusing places Sanji had no idea he had. the whole ordeal was so unreal and the feeling of another man's erection pounding at his prostate felt so good and surreal, Sanji was almost sure this was only a dream.

Then he tasted it, The taste of Zoro's mouth as he kissed him heatedly, pre-cum staining the inside of Sanji's body, allowing for faster movement. This couldn't be a dream, he could never dream a foreign taste. "S-shit" Sanji cursed out as he felt himself get closer. "I'm…. coming…" Sanji groaned, almost regretfully, he didn't want it to be over.

"Shhh… not so fast, just a bit longer…" Zoro stated, his calloused hand firmly securing the tip of Sanji's erection, denying him the release he needed. "You are so tight Sanji…"

Sanji's eyes rolled back in his head as he leant backwards, he was coming, yet at the same time he was not. If it wasn't for Zoro's hand preventing it, he would have come at the sound of Zoro saying his name.

"Z-Zoro… let me come…" Sanji half demanded, half begged, his body twitching and convulsing slightly in pleasure. "It's so much…" a sudden cramp of pleasure tightening his body around Zoro's shaft.

The swordsman groaned loudly at the sound of his name, thrusting roughly inside as the chef tightened. The sensation became too much, and Zoro let go of Sanji's erection, allowing him to come as he himself filled the cook with his hot release.

Sanji's vision flashed white as the sudden massive wave of cum entered his body, drawing out a long muffled shout of pleasure as he came as well.

Sanji opened his eyes weakly, he could see Zoro's upper body covered in cum, it was a very beautiful sight. "damn you Marimo… I never said… you could come inside me…" Sanji tried to sound angry, he even tried so sound like he hadn't enjoyed it. but the satisfied glaze in his eyes, and slight string of saliva that had connected his lips to Zoro, told the truth.

"If you had something against it, you should have said so at the start. love-cook" Zoro stated, lowering Sanji back on his feet as he licked the aforementioned cook's neck.

"You are a bastard…" Sanji breathed out, cum dripping down his leg as he stood under the shower. His tone absolutely content and relaxed, friendly even.

"and you are a curly-brow." Zoro said, almost lovingly, before restarting his shower. It was time to get the day started. He had no idea what would happen now. would everything just be the same?

Sanji needed a cigarette bad after sex, and hurriedly tried to wash off as much cum as he could, thinking in silence with the swordsman. "oi, marimo... want to join me on lookout-duty tonight?"

The question was irrelevant, inappropriate and yet casual, but it instantly answered every single question both males had been asking themselves in silence.

"Sure, idiot Cook"

"Shut up, Stupid swordsman"

Hard Dreamer: THE END
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