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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 4

Hot Memories and Cold Water
Sanji was incredibly gentle, considering the man loved it rough. He pressed in slowly, maddeningly slow. Zoro thought he could handle it like he did any other pain he received in battle. However, slashes to the chest or stabs through skin were nothing compared the Sanji's girth tearing into him.
"Oh fuck, you're huge," Zoro groaned.
"Does that hurt?" the cook asked as tenderly as a man handling a virgin.
"No, I'm good. Go on."
He pushed deeper, going slow to let Zoro get used to it, watching the swordman's face to know if anything gave him discomfort. When he was fully inside, Zoro wrapped his legs around Sanji's body and pulled him tighter until he felt that little bundled lump deep inside. Sanji knew he had stroked Zoro's prostate when the swordsman shouted loudly, not bothering to keep quiet, not down here in the ocean.
"What the hell sort of training have you been doing?" the swordsman moaned. "Dammit, you weren't this big last time."
"Does it hurt?"
"Ask that again and I'll punch my fist up your ass and ask it right back at you."
Sanji chuckled with a light smirk tweaking his lips. "I might enjoy that."
"You just might," Zoro had to agree with a gruff laugh.
Sanji reached between their bodies and grabbed Zoro's shaft. As he pumped into him, he timed each thrust to his nimble hand. Zoro was left speechless. Could this even be the same lover from two years ago? Could it be an impostor? Granted, Sanji had rarely topped back then, but Zoro knew his size, length, and girth. He imagined that getting back together would feel like old times.
This was even better.
"Oi," Zoro gritted between Sanji's smooth thrusts. "If we ever make it back, we're doing this with lube."
Sanji had a small smile, but he did not speak. Between waves of pleasure, Zoro sensed Sanji staring at him, looking at the bandanna, glancing down to where Zoro's sticky shaft was darkening in his fingers, and sometimes he fixated on the scar over his eye.
"Move just a... no, back," Zoro said, gritting tightly. "There! Holy fuck, yes, there! Ah shit, that's..." Words failed under the pounding waves of pleasure each time his prostrate was stroked, and Zoro was left with only guttural moans to show how much he loved it.
That little smile spread, but Sanji's face was loosening. A bead of sweat dripped down from his forehead, tracing his face down to his chin, and got lost in the wiry hair. He groaned and shuddered at the feel of his lover surrounding him...a man, a real man, a masculine man. Plus he could do this without the damn dress and giggling like schoolgirls afterward.
"Z-Zoro, I'm..."
"Me too. Damn, but this was way too quick."
"Might be better this way. So lightheaded," he moaned.
Zoro saw that the lack of oxygen was making Sanji woozy. It was hitting him too. Sanji sped up, finally becoming rough, sneering and clawing nail marks into Zoro's back, slamming over and over until Zoro shouted in euphoric pain. Suddenly he tensed, and Zoro felt the deep pressure fill his ass.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Sanji groaned as he cummed. "Zoro! I love you, Zoro. My man. The only man I want."
Then, unexpectedly, Sanji pulled out.
"Oh, fuck no!" Zoro roared in protest. He might love Sanji, but at that moment he was ready to murder him.
However, the cook had some special ingredient to mix into this recipe for love. He leaned over and grasped Zoro's swollen cock into his mouth with lips firm from his smoking habit. The swordsman's murderous intent floundered at the burning heat of Sanji's tongue. Zoro was already close. Feeling that mouth he knew so well, the way Sanji sucked and licked in all the right places... Damn Mihawk, but fellatio was one thing he refused to do, although he loved having it performed on him.
As Zoro's mind whited out, he realized that the only man who had ever sucked him off was Sanji.
Sanji had been the first, and the last.
Sanji choked on the force of Zoro's cum jetting into his mouth. It filled his cheeks and threatened to drip down his chin. He could hardly swallow it fast enough and thought it might blow out his nose. This was something he missed. None of those damn okama assholes had wanted a blowjob, but always insisted on taking it in the ass. An entire island filled with crossdressing ukes, and Sanji was the only seme! It...was...HELL! However, even if they had wanted it, Sanji was not about to lower himself to that. He missed Zoro's salty-bitter taste, and he forgot that, if not given release at least once a week, Zoro built up quite a reservoir.
"Shitty marimo. I just got over a near-death by drowning. Now you're trying to drown me on your jizz."
Zoro was in no mood to banter. He grabbed Sanji up into his arms and held tightly as they drifted with the current. Sanji felt a joint pop from the crushing hug. If he had not had such firm muscles, Zoro could have crushed a rib bone.
"Oi," Sanji said languorously to hide how touched he was by such fierce possessiveness. "What's up with you, muscle-head?"
"Don't ever let us be separated like that again," Zoro whispered, shivering in the overwhelming afterglow. "Two years...and going through that hell...not having you there to keep me on my toes, to annoy me, to make me laugh, to encourage me and cheer me up. I can't live without you."
Sanji now truly took the seme role. He pulled Zoro's half-naked body up into his arms and cradled him in the tight bubble. The swordsman, used to a lonely life, socially inept in every way, hardly knew the grace of tender arms. Still, Zoro cuddled into him.
"Somehow," Sanji pointed out, "you managed to live just fine, although I question your health after eating God knows what sort of shitty food."
Zoro's brow tightened harder until Sanji could have stuck a coin between the wrinkle. "I wouldn't want to live without you."
The cook thought about teasing him some more, but then he felt Zoro lean into Sanji's embrace, shivering in emotions the poor swordsman barely understood. Sanji sighed and shook his head. Zoro didn't have many tender moments, but those occasional glimpses were always sweeter because of their rarity.
The cook gently kissed Zoro's forehead and gave him a reassuring squeeze. "I ain't going anywhere." Sanji stroked Zoro's face with his small goatee until his mouth was right beside his lover's ear. "Even if we end up dying in here and going to Hell, I'm staying by your side. And if the Devil tries to pull us apart, I'll kick his fucking ass up to Heaven and make you the new Demon King."
Zoro had to chuckle a little. "Luffy can be the Demon King. I'll be his first mate."
"And I'll be the devilishly handsome cook. We'll totally rock the underworld!"
He was glad that those words made Zoro laugh. Sanji's head was truly buzzing now, and he realized that although they were joking about it, death was highly possible at this point. Their air supply was nearly gone. There was no sign of the Sunny. Still, holding Zoro in his arms, none of that seemed to matter. They were together. That was the most important thing now.
Sanji's lips lightly pulled on the dangling gold earrings, and in a hot whisper he said, "I love you, Zoro."
Hearing those words made the swordsman smile and shiver. Also want to cry? Fuck no! But after two years of humiliation and living in hell with his sworn rival, having a man like Sanji, someone tender, someone who would die to protect him, just as Zoro would give his life for Sanji, made the swordsman more happy than he had felt in two years.
"I love you too...ya damn shit-cook."

End of Chapter 4
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