Friendly Competition

Chapter 5

Zoro saw Sanji down the street in the middle of haggling down the price for leek. The cook had been noticeable absent as Zoro had come out of his room that morning, doing nothing but delaying the inevitable gloating from Zoro.

He tried hard to keep to his normal slouching walk, but couldn’t help but bounce just a little. Well, he did have a good reason. “I think I won.”

“Be quiet and let me take care of this before you preen right out of your skin.” Sanji said and then continued the haggling.

“Don’t be a sore loser, Love Cook.”

Having just picked up a tomato for further investigating, Sanji involuntarily fisted his hand, resulting in tomato juice splashing over his hand and soaking the sleeve on his shirt. “Overriped,” he said and fished out a handkerchief to wipe off as much juice as he could.

“Are you sure it’s not you who’s past your prime?” Zoro smirked.

“Excuse me a second,” Sanji said to the stall-owner and turned fully to Zoro. “So you feel real proud about yourself?” Zoro lifted an eyebrow, thinking the answer obvious. “You really think you’ve proven something?”

“Uuh, yeah… what didn’t I prove?”

“Well, considering I was awake later, I couldn’t help but notice she only came once.” The smirk Sanji sent Zoro conveyed with all possible clearness that Sanji had managed more than once.

More than once? Is that even possible? “She didn’t seem interested in a second round,” he mumbled barely loud enough to be heard.

“I see…”

“I can make them come more than once, y’know.”

“I have no doubt,” Sanji said in a way that made it obvious that he had every doubt. “But how many times?”

You can make her come more than twice? “More than you.”

“Is that so? Care to try it out?”

“Tonight. Same bar as yesterday,” he said and left.


At a not so random bar at the “next random island” at 10’o’clock sharp, Zoro and Sanji pushed open the door. They both paused beside each other just inside the smoky interior. Sanji lighted a smoke as he stealthily surveyed the patrons. Zoro made no pretence of stealth and openly appraised each woman in sight, ending up deciding on a redhead in tight jeans. Sanji picked an exotic dark-haired, dark-skinned beauty wearing a bright red dress closed at the neck, but with a cut-out to expose her cleavage.

(We are running out of witty things to say in these ridiculously missing hours)

Sanji closed the door to his hotel room behind him and turned to the dark beauty named Malou. He embraced her, pressing her lithe body against his own, kissing her tenderly for a while. When he could feel that she was breathless, he began backing her towards the bed. Her slender fingers buried themselves in his hair, massaging the back of his head. He hummed in pleasure, encouraging her to continue what she was doing.

His hands trailed down her back and softly caressed her behind, trailing the line just underneath. She grabbed his hair more securely and mashed her lips hungrily to his. Grabbing the hint, his embrace grew tighter to the point that she was lifted from the ground. He held her like that for a moment, before gently putting her down on the bed.

Still standing, Sanji took of his jacket and loosened his tie, then got down and grabbed one of her feet to gently unfasten her stiletto and kiss her ankle. He repeated this on the other foot, except his kiss lingered and then slowly proceeded up her smooth leg, pushing up her dress as he went. Satisfied with her trembling, he kneeled between her legs and leaned over her, looking down with smouldering eyes. His fingers trailed the inside of the cut-out of her dress, resulting in a little whimper.

She smirked and sent him a very suggestive look, before she started unbuttoning his shirt with practised hands. The soft material slid down his shoulders at her insistence as her hands slipped down his arms. She caressed the outline of his muscles of his chest and abdomen, receiving another appreciating murmur.

Sanji lied down upon her, pressing her down into the bed with his weight. Her hands took a firm grip at his ass, and he responded with an impassioned growl and bit her neck hard enough to leave small marks. She moaned throatily and wriggled beneath him, causing him to inhale sharply as she moved against his hardness.

A loud scream of pleasure was heard through the walls. Sanji smirked against her neck. Figures the caveman would think that getting her there faster would resolve in more in the end.

Once again his hand travelled up her slim leg, stroking behind her knee where he had found a sensitive spot earlier. He continued and reached the line of her hipsters. With one finger just underneath the lace, he trailed a line over her hip and as far back as he could. She obligingly lifted her hips and he pulled the hipsters down. His hand trailed through her curls and caressed with loving care. He pushed a finger halfway into her opening, then pulled it out and spread her moisture upwards. Deciding that she was ready, he slowly pushed two fingers into her and used his thumb to tenderly stroke her nub. Her hands were fisted into the sheets and she had closed her eyes in bliss, her mouth forming a small ‘o’. With skill he worked her, concentrating more on her clitoris than on thrusting his fingers. She reached climax with a hoarse cry, her body going taut.

He moved his hand and placed a satisfied kiss on her forehead, enjoying the sight of still slightly dizzy woman. Lying down next to her, he began to slowly kiss her shoulder and cuddle with her. They lied like that for while and just when her breath had returned to normal again, they once again heard a cry from the room next door.

“Ready for round two?”

“Am I ever?” she replied with a laugh and gently pulled his goatee.

He pulled her until was lying on her side, then quickly unzipped her dress in the back, taking advantage to caress her shoulders and spine as far down as he could reach. Pulling her on top on himself, he began pushing the dress up over her shoulders, happily noticing that she hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath. With a deft practised movement, she pulled the dress the rest of the way off and threw it away, not showing any care where it landed. He grinned, grabbed her shoulders and turned them around again.

Placing kisses from her jaw line down her neck, proceeding over her collarbones and over her breast. He found a dark nipple and teased it with the edge of his tongue, making her whimper slightly. Making his way over her stomach, he aimed for the dark, curly area between her legs. Yet again he let the edge of his tongue play, causing her to gasp and arch. He explored every sensitive area and both her hands latched into his hair, pressing insistently. Smirking at her eagerness, he sucked gently and relished the taste of her pleasure. Her climax this time was almost sudden as she arched sharply and her nails dug into his scalp, her cry probably waking the entire hotel. Since he wasn’t left the option of retreating, he continued his ministrations, causing her to cry a second time, her muscles tightening as well.

When she finally loosened her death grip in his hair, she was gasping for air. The cry from next door went ignored.

“Honey, aren’t you ever going to loose those trousers?” Malou asked huskily.

“If you insist, Darling,” Sanji replied and had soon digested himself of the rest of his clothes.

Once again they lied down, Sanji fondling with her breasts as she in turn scraped her nails down his ribs, down his hip and over the expanse of thigh she could reach. Her hand wandered playfully to his cock and he hissed sharply at her soft caresses. With firm strokes she soon had him quivering and moaning softly, aching to release, but knowing that it wouldn’t be half as satisfying as if he waited a little.

“Got any condoms?” she asked.

“In the nightstand,” he gasped.

She reached out, searched a little before she found it, and then she opened the package and rolled it on, causing him to shudder again. With a playful smile she rolled on top of him and guided him inside her. He struggled to hold on and not come too soon as she began to ride him, placing his hands on her hips. She used her own hands to touch herself, and he had to close his eyes as he was already on the brink, and he wanted her to come first. When she made a sensual bend and moaned heartily, he couldn’t help himself and grabbed her tight to force her down as he came with a deep groan. His outburst was joined by her cry as she reached orgasm a fourth time. She fell on top of him, his soft member sliding out of her.

He took a few moments to catch his breath before he sat up and bit her earlobe. “Ready to continue?”