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Like A Rolling Stone	By : CyreliaJ Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 3881 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Go ahead and laugh. Yes 5 parts. I have no idea why my muses won’t let this damn thing die when I have so much other shit to get done but there you have it. No one will probably believe me when I say there’s only one more part too -_- That being said here Nami finally makes an appearance and we have some submissive Sanji kicking off... along with more poor attempts at being funny.
Thanks everyone reading. C&C is always welcome!

   “See even Nami agrees with me that it’s a- Nami?!” Usopp lands with a thud as far as Zoro can hear followed by a second exclamation from Chopper. Whatever happened to being quiet? Nami too brings a finger to her lips pointing rather insistently to Luffy. He follows her fingers thinking that if ever there was a time to pray that Luffy isn’t awake… And amazingly enough he’s not.
“Hey, cook, did you slip him something when we weren’t looking?” Zoro looks down wondering how he’d forgotten even for a second that the source of the commotion is still attached to him rather delicately at the-
   “Ah… N-Nami-san…” Zoro opens his mouth to say something but the tension, the tight clench, every indication of Sanji’s state of mind radiates through his body and grabs hold of him like a novelty finger trap. It’s not helping- rather it is helping but it’s helping his dick stay rock hard in probably about the worst possible situation. Just don’t tell her this isn’t what it looks like. I can listen to a lot of ridiculous babbling out of your mouth but- “…this… this isn’t what it looks like…” Zoro smacks his forehead hard. Then why don’t you move, idiot? Shouldn’t you be scurrying to the other end of the room or something? Zoro realizes he hasn’t exactly let go himself but if anything Nami is the one interrupting.
“Then what are you doing, Sanji-kun?” Again that honey sweetness while Nami rests her chin in her hand and it’s just too damn weird for him. Zoro clears his throat and in the end shoves Sanji off his dick and stands up reaching for his pants. That sets off the stupid pervert cook up in his face and he barely deflects a kick with his forearm- that one stung actually.
“Go on, Sanji-kun tell her what you were doing,” Zoro taunts.
   His voice is acid, the sting of being so close, feeling so good only to have a giant bucket of ice water thrown onto it not helping his mood. He could ignore Usopp and Chopper. He could keep quiet so Luffy didn’t wake up but he will be damned if he’s going to… wait… Zoro stops, one leg about to slide into the soft cotton when he catches Sanji stammering excuses with a pillow over his junk. But no that’s not what stops his attention. It’s Nami’s eyes wandering over to him while Sanji babbles on about a moment of indiscretion and something about men on the seas and yeah, Sanji can keep fucking talking all day along while Nami ignores every bit of it.
“What?” Zoro’s voice is flat. He looks at her suspiciously not about to be cowed into covering up like some girl. He stands up straight crossing his arms. “You getting a good look? Maybe I should charge you for staring for a change.”
“Put your pants on your animal, my darling Nami shouldn’t have to look at that!” Sanji keeps the pillow over himself as he does an odd sideways shuffle towards his discarded pants.
   “Unlike you I don’t have anything to be embarrassed about!” And it’s not like he heard any complaints earlier either. Stupid curly weasel…
“You wanna say that again, shitty swordsman?!” Sanji practically growls at him and Zoro can’t help but notice before he fires back the slight flicker of Nami’s eyes to Luffy. Right. Keep it down. He doesn’t miss her settling that look on Sanji though a moment later, her smile turning a lot less innocent.
“You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about Sanji-kun.” She looks thoughtful as Sanji seems about to pass out from the unexpected praise. “But if I’m interrupting something…” She trails off meaningfully looking at them both. She can’t be serious. No way. Not for a second
“Nothing at all Nami-swan, let me make you some hot cocoa so you can go back to sleep. You woke her up, mosshead,” he whispers in a low weasel hiss at him. No, no maybe it’s more like an angry tea kettle. Whatever it is Zoro scratches the back of his neck deciding to just go back to sleep and forget this whole ridiculous thing ever happened.
“Right. Nami’s awake,” Usopp says looking almost desperate. “So we’re all going back to bed and forgetting any of this ever happened… And tomorrow I can try and scrub my eyes clean,” he adds under his breath.
   Zoro nods. Right. That would make sense. This whole thing is just some moment of insanity and maybe there’s some merit to Sanji’s babbling after all when he says that they’re just two men who’ve been out to sea for too damn many days. As soon as they reach the next port he doesn’t care what he has to do he’s getting laid- he’s fucking someone who is most definitely not some infuriating skirt chasing pervert cook. With a sweet ass, his mind adds to his annoyance. Ass is exactly what he is and nothing is worth all this trouble. What’s that song the sailors sing, seven days at sea making you need a poke? Damn right. Makes you downright crazy, too. He slides his pants back on shaking his head but stops when he sees that Nami is still looking at him weirdly. It gives him the chills.
   “How am I supposed to go back to sleep after all that?” Nami glares at him. “A woman needs her beauty rest. Your navigator needs to be alert.”
“Hey if you’re trying to con more money out of me you can forget it. Ask Mr. Nothing to be Embarrassed About over there.” He jerks his head in Sanji’s direction trying to remember what side of the pillow that is so he most definitely does not rest his head on it. Does he really even need a pillow? No, pillows are for weaklings, he decides in that moment.
“Do you know what would help me sleep, Zoro?” There’s that tone again, that “I’m gonna loan you money for a sword and ream you on the interest” tone. His shoulders are tense but when he looks at her he sees her eyes drop for just a moment almost nervously. That only makes him more concerned.
   He shouldn’t ask her what. He knows better than that after all their time sailing together not to ask. Better to slam the hatch in her face and let her move out of the way than to go any further. Zoro sighs and runs fingers through his short hair. It’s slightly sweat damp and that only irritates him further.
“Alright, what?”
“Anything, Nami-swan, whatever your heart desires, you just name it!” Sanji interrupts him on one knee somewhere in all this nonsense recovering his pants. He looks like a proposing imbecile. “Ice cream, moon cake, strawberry mousse?” That grin splits her face again evilly and Zoro takes an unconscious step back. That swordsman’s second sense is kicking into overdrive and he unconsciously eyes his three swords on the other side of the sofa.
   “Mmm no, I was thinking more along the lines of seeing a Zoro Sanji pound cake.” She turns away, innocently twirling a lock of short orange hair but he can see her eyes going to Sanji. Of course if any idiot would agree to whatever stupid thing she suggests it would be that idiot. Rotten woman! He should have known! He should have guessed she’d be into something like that. There’s silence at the statement, the gentle ocean waves outside and the faint creak the only sounds that can be heard. Zoro is almost impressed that Romeo himself has been stunned into speechlessness. Zoro doesn’t dare look at him for fear of giving her any more ideas. He almost holds his breath, no one daring to speak until Luffy sits bolt upright with a sleepy slurred mumble of pound cake. Zoro almost feels his stomach drop into his throat, all eyes turning to the captain who promptly flops back into the hammock with a soft snore.
   Zoro lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and glares at her practically throwing himself on the couch sitting down with his arms crossed.
“No way. No way in hell. You want to see a show you go somewhere and pay for it when we dock. I am not gonna give you any ammunition to use against me later.” Nami pouts. He can’t see it but he can hear it in her voice.
“Do you really think I would do that Zoro-kun?” Zoro doesn’t buy it. Ask me if I think the sun will come up in the morning. Sanji has recovered enough to have that stupid starry eyed expression. God, does that stupid cook have even a single shred of self respect?!
“Nami… angel… do you really want to see this mosshead doing… doing that?” Zoro snorts. It’s called “fucking”, dart board brow. I think we’re past walking on eggshells don’t you? And why are you asking her, you’re a man, not much of one but even you can’t be thinking of…
   Zoro trails off that errant thought as he studies Sanji having shifted to both knees in front of her. It’s a submissive position that he finds oddly… stirring- at least his dick does. Zoro sighs. Once again that stupid thing has completely sold him out.
“Only because it’s you, Sanji-chan,” she coos back at him sweetly. Zoro crosses a leg thinking that he hears Usopp shaking his head so vigorously in a “nonono” that it’s almost audible. Maybe he’s finally lost it and he’s just hearing things. Maybe it’s just some bizarre dream that he’s going to wake up from any minute. A dream. Of course. That’s the only explanation for the odd expression that crosses over Sanji’s face when she calls him that particular name. It’s like a trigger. He can’t think of another word for it- like that hypno freak waving the chain at Luffy- Sanji looks like a man under a spell. Yeah, tell yourself it’s a dream a few more times and maybe you’ll even believe it. Yeah, Sanji is definitely looking up at Nami again with that look shifting his weight. Zoro sees a shiver passing through him.
   “No way, you can’t be serious Nami, you’re just kidding, right? Haha of course you’re kidding, you’re just getting revenge on those two for making all this noise good job you really had me going there too!” Usopp’s voice is turning comically high. It would be funny if Zoro wasn’t smack in the middle of it. “This is where you yell at us to be quiet and go to sleep or you’re going to fine us for every minute you’re awake, right?!”
“Hey, don’t give her any ideas,” Zoro fires back at him looking away just long enough to see the nervous sweat almost visibly pouring off. He feels a twinge of guilt- a twinge, nothing more as many times as he’s done Usopp a solid the least he could do is-
“Y-yes… yes... Mistress.” Sanji’s forehead touches the floor of the cabin and Zoro blinks stupidly wondering just what the hell Sanji thinks he’s agreeing to. Nami for her part looks way too happy at maso-cook, totally his new name, that fucking sado-maso eyebrow freak! She smiles, she almost bounces, he imagines her kneeling on the couch that’s against the wall looking way too damn happy.
“Oh, Mistress? I like that, that’s good, Sanji-chan,” she says again sweet as honey- or sweet as one of those giant pitcher plants luring in stupid bugs. “Call me that again.” Her tone shifts in an instant, the hard negotiator, and much as Zoro despairs for Sanji on the same level he would any man caught up so pathetically under an evil woman’s thumb he can’t help but find that expression of servitude that Sanji answers with… arousing. Well, shit.
   “Yes, Mistress, whatever would please you,” He whips his head up and around looking at Zoro with his usual sneer like a magic mask being ripped off from sub to sonofabitch in record time. “Hey mosshead, get back over here, did you think we were finished?” Zoro feels the vein twitch in his forehead and he nearly reaches for one of his swords to put them both out of their misery. I’m gonna kill him. I’m gonna slam that door in her face and kick his ass from now ‘til sunrise, I swear. He grinds his teeth both of them standing up at the same time, nose to nose, angry and tense.
“You that eager to be my bitch, Sanji-chan?” he taunts nastily.
“Maybe I’ll ram my prick down your stupid throat this time, eh, shithead?” Sanji’s eyes flicker sideways to Nami once more, hands clasped in that stupid way he has asking her permission. “If that’s what Mistress would prefer of course.” If that’s what... God, would it kill you to grow a pair for even a minute?! Zoro shoots Nami the dirtiest, blackest look he can possibly muster.
   “I’m not doing this. This idiot might be happy to lick your boots for a pat on the head but I’m not here to put on a show for you.”
“That’s right Zoro! You’re a man! You don’t take orders from her you-”
“What if I pardon half the interest you owe me?”
“All of it. And ten percent of the balance.” Nami frowns, that gleam in her still sharp as ever. Zoro has no idea why he’s even letting it get this-
“All of it and you still owe me the full balance.”
“Zoro!”
“Five percent.”
“Three”
“Fine!”
“No!” He hears the plaintive cry from Usopp and doesn’t think the long nose whiner appreciates just how much hell it is to owe Nami that much money.
“If you’re going to stay and watch, Usopp there’s a small admission fee,” Nami all but purrs. Zoro feels a cold shiver run down his spine on Usopp’s behalf. Evil, evil woman.
   “Fee? What about the fee for my virgin eyes having to see this?!”
“I thought you’ve been with hundreds of women,” Sanji murmurs, eyes following the path of the cigarette on the floor.
“Women!” he shrieks.
“You can watch me instead,” Nami says leaning further into the window, one strap of a white camisole falling off her shoulder. “But I’ll still have to charge you.” Zoro rolls his eyes at Usopp asking how much. Sanji growls that he better not look and shuts up as soon as Nami tells him to butt out. Zoro is starting to think he could use that damn cigarette himself while Nami and Usopp go back and forth in round two of bizarre negotiations from hell. He should be able to get another percentage or two taken of for this really he should.
“Fifty thousand beris and that’s all I have you know it!” Fifty thousand? Just what the hell is she going to- Oh. Oh... wow. Zoro looks away quickly as Nami strips off the cami top entirely letting her massive tits half rest on the open doorframe. Zoro averts his eyes before she decides he’s getting too much of a free look too.
   “N-M-...ah...” Sanji stares blatantly, frozen so stiffly that Zoro wonders if a good shove would send him tipping over like a wooden plank. He doesn’t seem to be able to form any actual words which is just fine by Zoro.
“So what are we... Chopper?” Zoro finds his attempt to look anywhere but Nami’s tits forcing his eyes to settle on the doctor sitting up studiously pencil in hand. Does he want to know? Does he dare ask? Zoro considers this apparently too long as Chopper explains in his clinical doctor voice that he’s going to use this opportunity to study human mating. Zoro opens his mouth and closes it again, a million replies to that going through his head.
“You’re not charging him?!” Usopp accuses with a finger outstretched pointing at Nami and her massive jugs of evil. Zoro can almost hear her dismissive shrug.
“He’s not enjoying it. You are. Right, Usopp?” Zoro hears a faint squeak and considers what she could have possibly done to get that response but he decides he’s better off not knowing.
“Hey cook. Did you die over there?”
   Died and gone to pervert heaven is more like it. Sanji is still staring, his hands making weird phantom squeezesqueeze motions that bring Zoro’s eye twitch back full force.
“That’s it I’m not-”
“You two should kiss,” Nami decides just as Zoro decides she can double the damn interest for all he cares.
“We should… what?” He did not hear that right. Is she crazy? She leans in a little further- she has to be practically standing up on the couch as high as that door is- and Zoro realizes that Sanji sure as hell isn’t going to be any use as he nods stupidly still staring at what Zoro assumes is her chest.
“I bet you two just threw off all your clothes without even a little foreplay did you?” She sighs. “That’s so boring, Zoro-kun, no sense of excitement, no sense of romance.” She tsks the admonishment much to his annoyance.
   “I’m not kissing that stubbly ashtray,” he declares just daring her to contradict him.
“She wasn’t asking, now was she mosshead? Now shut up and pucker up your damn shitty mouth.” Zoro half expects to have to dodge some amorous onslaught and he feels an odd twinge of disappointment when it doesn’t materialize. Instead he sees Sanji take a hesitant step, eyes darting between him and Nami as he moves one millimeter at a time seeming unable to decide which way to turn his head, eyes still open, half crossed the closer their faces get. Zoro takes a step back with a grimace.
“How the hell do you ever get laid when women see that coming at them?”
“The same way you and that ugly face of yours do,” Sanji growls back.
   “Sanji-chan,” Nami interrupts, “I know you can do it better than that. You can do it for me, can’t you? I’m so excited thinking about it I just…” her voice trails off breathless and Zoro rolls his eyes trying to process why on Earth Sanji finds that damn woman so attractive. That’s his first and last mistake however, the loss of attention to the wooden planks of the ceiling completely distracting him from Sanji’s hurried whisper of “yes, mistress,” which is soon followed by “pucker up, mosshead.” He swears that he catches a glimpse of a woman’s hand, eye in the center watching from above and that blinkblink rubbing of his eyes only to reveal nothing there completely blindsides him to Sanji’s assault.
   Sanji kisses him hard, inelegantly grabbing the back of his head mashing their mouths together the taste of tobacco hitting Zoro but not nearly as hard as he’d have expected. He’s tense, his neck a taut line of hard corded muscle the moment he feels hands on him. It takes a moment to tamp down that instinct, not to bodily throw the pervert off of him. You made an agreement. You have your honor to think about. Just let him- Let him? No, Zoro isn’t about to let him do anything. Mouth open his tongue shoves Sanji’s back, fingers grabbing two fists of Sanji’s hair feeling the grip slacken as he twists hard, hearing, feeling the growl rumble from where their mouths meet. That’s right, love cook, I’m the one in charge here, not you.
   Zoro feels Sanji’s tongue dance around his, licking back messily and he realizes that he tastes himself, tastes his own skin sweaty, salty fluids as he breathes out messily, hard, feeling Sanji’s fingers digging into the back of his neck. He feels teeth nipping at his lip, every gasp a curse of “shitty”, “fucking”, something or other that he can’t make out as he bites back, catching the tip of SAnji’s tongue with another low angry hiss. He likes that sound he realizes. He likes the swearing sweating barely simmering angry lust that turns teeth to bite at his mouth harder licking at the swollen skin. He feels blood thrumming there too starting to resonate a singing slice here, there, every signal a twin mirror to his groin. The calloused pads of Sanji’s fingers knead the skin of his neck hard, moving to his shoulders and a step in forces Zoro a step back toward the couch. He can feel Sanji moving closer, can feel the heat seep through his skin like sunburn, warming his body, his blood like rocks blazing heat in a hot spring. He turns his foot, leaning in, not about to let himself be forced back onto the couch and he tugs hard, hearing another hiss low as Sanji’s head is forced back. So how far can I push you, cook?
   The challenge is made as he leans in harder, Sanji standing his ground body bent back further, Zoro’s mouth moving with a gasp of breath to suck at that stupid stubbly jaw until he hears another swear, another growl. Zoro smiles at that not allowing another parry, sucking the skin hard feeling blood welling beneath the surface until he thinks that stupid curly eyebrow is finally about to fall backwards. Sanji is flexible- hell he knew that- but he’s also a sneaky devil. Zoro’s eyes go wide when Sanji lets go all of a sudden, dropping his body down pulling Zoro right along with him when his back hits the floor. He almost asks what the hell that idiot is thinking when lightning quick legs, knees on his hips turn them both, Sanji rolling on top smirking down triumphantly. Is that how we’re playing it then? He grins back up at him up nastily as Sanji taunts him.
“Second time I’ve gotten you on your back, mosshead. Guess you’re just a shitty grunt without your sword, aren’t you?”
   Zoro takes a deep breath feeling the weight that’s becoming too familiar, too pleasant settle on him, and that breath turns just a little ragged as he can feel his cock swell bigger, feel the blood rushing, pooling down until he has to bite the inside of his cheek. He feels Sanji squirm, see that slight hesitation as one visible eye glances down with a quick excited flicker before he looks to Nami like a slavish dog seeking approval. God, just when you’re almost halfway tolerable you remind me why you’re such a damn idiot. Zoro’s hands move to the waistband of Sanji’s pants tugging with frustration. He has half a mind to just rip them off at this point.
“Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing you muscle headed-”
“If we’re gonna do this, take these damn things off, already or are you waiting to be told to do that too like a little bitch?”
   That visible eye narrows down at him, he sees Sanji’s mouth pursed for some jackass retort when Zoro hears Nami’s voice cut through the tension. He looks at the scattered ashtray on the floor when she tells “Sanji-chan” to behave and debates throwing it at her head. But the effect is instantaneous, the blonde head ducking, nodding, Sanji bowing down, his breath hitting Zoro’s stomach rather than the floor from the position they’re in. Seeing that expression, that smoldering angry look turned towards him as Sanji slides his own pants off and attacks the draw string of Zoro’s with his teeth, he can’t deny that the effect is just as immediate for him as well. He breathes out a soft “God” and makes a curious look upwards. Sanji’s wearing a triumphant smirk at that noise that he’s only seen one other time before when he was fed what he swears was cold crushed glass instead of ice the last time he ate kakigori.
   Just what the hell is going through that stupid spiral head of yours? Zoro watches as Sanji sits back and gives Nami another starry eyed simper.
“Just do whatever, Zoro-kun tells you, Sanji-chan,” he hears Nami say barely above a whisper. He resists the urge to turn his head to look and see just what on earth she’s doing up there. A squeak from Usopp tells him whatever it is, it’s gonna cost him. Zoro sits up and shakes his head. “Can you be a good boy, and listen to Zoro, Sanji-chan?” That sticky seductive sweetness like a damn venus flytrap. It almost makes him shudder but not half so much as that turn of Sanji’s head, that expression turning inward for a moment, that slow breath like he’s ready to dive deep to the seafloor in search of pearls.
   That eye darts back and forth- he almost looks like he wants to say something, like he might actually want to grow a pair and refuse when he looks at Zoro. But there’s a silent pause and that eye gets big and it occurs to Zoro that silent pause might not have been so silent after all. She must’ve said something, must’ve mouthed something that the dim roar of blood in his ears made him miss. Whatever it was, the pervy cook sure as hell didn’t miss a word of it as he moves what was an admittedly pleasant warmth from Zoro’s thighs. Sanji is on his knees, once more supplicant, and touches his head to the floor in front of him, head bobbing up and down like some stupid curly bird.
“Of course, Mistress, yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress.” Nod, bow, nod, Sanji sits back and looks like he might just jizz all over himself right there. Well that was… unexpected. Better him than me whatever the hell she just did.
   Sanji looks at him wetting his lips almost nervously as he lifts his head, his fingers trembling to his mouth searching for a cigarette. Well damn if Sanji wants to looks at him like that again he might just let him.
“Whatever you want… to do…” the words aren’t coming easily and that uncertain finger of his lips is really starting to weirdly turn him on. He remembers that hot mouth, that wet tongue sliding up and down his cock and whatever is in his expression when their eyes meet Zoro sees Sanji drop his eyes, biting his nail almost as if he too remembers and doesn’t want to think about it. Touching his face again Sanji looks him straight in the eye, his other hand kneading at the back of his neck. “You can... you can...” He hesitates, no doubt mentally saying mosshead, as many times as he can squeeze in that pause, no doubt mentally damning every bit of him to some unimaginative shitty hell. Zoro would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t like that.
   “I can what, Sanji-chan?” He shifts, on his knees as well, seeing the duck of blonde hair that may be submissive that may be subversive but in the end is a hundred percent turn on. Zoro pokes his index finger at the side of Sanji’s mouth feeling a soft shiver of breath over his skin. Sanji looks at Nami for just a second, whatever he sees making him turn back to Zoro, looking him full in the face, his own flushed and pink. His expression is a challenge as he turns his lips into that finger with a small, soft lick. There’s triumph in that look with Zoro can’t help but stiffen at the unexpected sultry tease as Sanji nips the tip like some soul stealing incubus.
“Use me however you want.”
Challenge accepted.
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