Cook and Swordsman
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Adult +
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
45
Views:
2,992
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own One Piece, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Freeing experience
Zoro groaned as he realized he was stuck. Then a curse when he realized the damn cook was the only one around able to help him.
Sanji snickered at how helpless the swordsman seemed, his clothing sticking his entire body tightly to the weird and newly defeated slug monsters skin. Watching Zoro groan and stuggle against his clothing before he had realized the cook had been watching was incredibly satisfying.
“Shut it cook and cut me loose!”
No please, the chef noted with a smirk. He pulled out his knife case from seemingly behind his back, making the swordman wonder where the chef usually kept them.
The long blades were pulled from the case lovingly and the swordsman sighed as the blond took his sweet time examining. His annoyance turned to a begrudging amazement as Sanji began to spin and swirl the knifes between his fingers in an intricate, fast, and impressive display.
“There are things you’re supposed to say, in situations like this Marimo.”
The blade work was near hypnotizing but he wouldn’t let the idiot know it was affecting him in the slightest.
“Fuck you.”
“Wrong answer. I’m not going to free you till you say it.” Sanji leaned in dangerously close to Zoros face as the knives spun dangerously but still in perfect control behind him. No good…the blade work, his frustration, post fight adrenaline, or Sanji being so close…something about the situation was turning him on and making him uncomfortably hard.
“Fine, Please...” The swordsman hissed with all the venom he could muster.
The knifes then were whirling around him, making the more accurate cuts he had ever seen. Unfortunately they were not where he had expected them to be landing.
Sanji wiped his blades and placed them back in the case as all of Zoros clothes fell away from his body, fully exposing the man and his arousal.
“You were supposed to cut the damn slug!” Zoro screeched as he fumbled to cover himself in embarrassment.
“Like I’d let my knives touch such a gross thing! Looks like you needed some extra room in your pants anyway.”
Zoro could only curse the cooks name and promise revenge later.
Sanji snickered at how helpless the swordsman seemed, his clothing sticking his entire body tightly to the weird and newly defeated slug monsters skin. Watching Zoro groan and stuggle against his clothing before he had realized the cook had been watching was incredibly satisfying.
“Shut it cook and cut me loose!”
No please, the chef noted with a smirk. He pulled out his knife case from seemingly behind his back, making the swordman wonder where the chef usually kept them.
The long blades were pulled from the case lovingly and the swordsman sighed as the blond took his sweet time examining. His annoyance turned to a begrudging amazement as Sanji began to spin and swirl the knifes between his fingers in an intricate, fast, and impressive display.
“There are things you’re supposed to say, in situations like this Marimo.”
The blade work was near hypnotizing but he wouldn’t let the idiot know it was affecting him in the slightest.
“Fuck you.”
“Wrong answer. I’m not going to free you till you say it.” Sanji leaned in dangerously close to Zoros face as the knives spun dangerously but still in perfect control behind him. No good…the blade work, his frustration, post fight adrenaline, or Sanji being so close…something about the situation was turning him on and making him uncomfortably hard.
“Fine, Please...” The swordsman hissed with all the venom he could muster.
The knifes then were whirling around him, making the more accurate cuts he had ever seen. Unfortunately they were not where he had expected them to be landing.
Sanji wiped his blades and placed them back in the case as all of Zoros clothes fell away from his body, fully exposing the man and his arousal.
“You were supposed to cut the damn slug!” Zoro screeched as he fumbled to cover himself in embarrassment.
“Like I’d let my knives touch such a gross thing! Looks like you needed some extra room in your pants anyway.”
Zoro could only curse the cooks name and promise revenge later.