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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
7,041
Reviews:
44
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.
Yume
Hot to Go
Summary: A man falls for another, but is this just a one sided infatuation?
Disclaimer: I haven’t sailed the Grand Line, so there’s no way I could own One Piece.
Warning: None for now
Author’s Note: This is my first One Piece fic! *cheers*
Yume*
Sanji smiled into the thin pillow that graced his hammock and twisted his fingers in the netting. He was having that dream again.
He was definitely hot under the collar as the vivid image of Zoro’s hands working their way up and down his torso caused his cock to jerk alive in his pants. He would have taken care of it, but he could hear Luffy snoring away and Usopp muttering no too far from him and he wasn’t about to be caught with his hands in his pants.
In his mind, Zoro’s hands moved lower, his mouth trailing after those eager fingers with hot kisses and suddenly a thing occurred to the chef.
The Crow’s Nest.
No one would be up there at least until mid day.
Sitting up, he left the cabin, shaking his head as he noticed that more of Luffy was on the floor than in his hammock. The captain could literally sleep anywhere.
Once outside, Sanji began to climb up towards the crow’s nest at an easy pace, looking at the coming dawn. However, as he drew closer to his goal, he heard something peculiar coming from above. He stopped just below and craned his head, trying to listen.
“Fuck –faster –yes, yes –Yes god damn you uhn…”
The cook turned red in a mixture of rage and embarrassment. He thought Zoro had given it up with Nami? How dare they come up here together and –
“Sanjiiii –Sanji yes, god yes….”
Had he a cigarette it would have dropped from his mouth. Sanji’s grip tightened on the ropes as the realization hit him full in the face.
Zoro was up here fantasizing about him!
He heard a content grunt and then a sigh of satisfaction and the blond scrambled down the netting as fast and as quietly as he could, deciding that now was a good time to get breakfast started.
**
Breakfast was a usual affair with Zoro, Luffy, and Usopp digging into their food with the usual gusto while Nami shot dirty glares at Sanji for refusing to give her any extra jam. The cook ate his own food quickly trying to suppress the heated feeling that arose every time he took a glance at Zoro. He put away his dishes and began to gather Luffy’s and wash them.
When the first meal of the day was over, Zoro lingered. He lingered for a long time, just staring at the cook’s back willing himself to do something. He just folded his hands and directed his gaze into the table, wanting to leave but wanting to stay even more.
“Oi, Zoro. You gonna dry these dishes?”
The swordsman froze temporarily then relaxed. He got up and moved towards the stack of dishes, taking up the usual rag and beginning to dry. He looked over to Sanji who was smoking, as usual, his eyes down on his work.
“Sanji…”
“Oi Zoro…” he handed the man another plate and the green haired man dried it, letting his question drop.
They dried plates for sometime until Sanji spoke.
“I was watching Luffy sleep this morning before I came to cook. He was on his back twitching like a dog…”
“Hm. Bet he was having interesting dreams.”
Sanji nodded a bit, finishing the few plates that were left. “We all have interesting dreams.”
“Oh yeah, like what?” the gruff swordsman dried more plates, the stack in front of him no where near done. He really should have begun when Sanji did, but that wasn’t the issue now.
“Good dreams, you know what I’m talking about. The kind of dreams that make a man’s nights and days!” he tapped ash off his cigarette and leaned against the counter.
Zoro flinched a bit, but continued to dry dishes. “Yeah I suppose.”
“You suppose? Why else would you have been with Nami if you weren’t having those sorts of dreams. At least you’ve got someone to fix it for you.”
Sanji took a drag and looked askance at his crew mate. His posture was giving him away and he was no longer drying dishes.
“I have to finish these and go train –”
The blond leaned close and said, “You could fix it for me.”
And that’s when Zoro did freeze.
A plate fell to the floor and broke and when neither of them moved, Sanji finally tapped ash into the sink and went to retrieve the broom. He swept up the ceramic pieces and tossed them in the trash, not realizing the tall figure standing behind him.
Suddenly, hands were on his chest, pulling him back and lips were at his neck more insistent than he’d ever known. He took a sharp breath.
“Zoro –”
“I don’t think you smoke too much…” came the rough whisper.
The blond would have fallen to his knees then if he hadn’t been held fast to Zoro’s chest. He could feel the man’s sword calloused hands traveling lower and exhaled in satisfaction, leaning his head back.
Yeah… his mind whispered.
He was spun roughly and the next thing he knew he was against the cabin wall with the man’s tongue down his throat. He took it all and bucked his hips, pushing Zoro from him a bit to lift at his shirt and pull at his pants. They kissed fiercely even as Sanji focused on getting the green haired man de-pantsed. It didn’t work and Zoro pressed hin into the wall again, their hard ons uncomfortable between them as Zoro wanted more face time.
“Zoro –” he managed, trying to catch his breath. “Zoro –UHN!”
His face went red as the man ground into him roughly just then and savaged his mouth. His hands balled into fists and he nearly lost his footing as he came right then as powerful as he’s ever had, the feeling of Zoro’s wetness against him causing him to thrum into the other man’s mouth.
They stayed against the wall for some time, coming down, rubbing against each other, Sanji’s hands rubbing and running through Zoro’s hair and looking in his eyes every chance he got.
The swordsman stepped back after a while and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his mouth more than a bit wet. He caught his breath and looked at Sanji, the blond playing at the collar of his blue shirt.
“We reach port in a day or two.”
“Two…” the cook corrected.
“Yeah…whatever…this –what happened now –”
Sanji leaned off the wall and stood up, unrolling his sleeves and walking off. Before he reached the door, he turned and spoke to a puzzled Zoro.
“You have any more dreams…just let me know.”
He left then, leaving Zoro to stare at the wall and wonder. The man put his hand out and ran it over the wood, picking up traces of Sanji’s after warmth.
I certainly will….
****
*Hanasu- to talk, Miru- to see, Ame – rain, Yoake-dawn, Oyasuminasai-Good Night, Sanisuruna-Never Mind, Yume-Dream
*Short, but it’s an update! <3
*Schwarzwald loves sleeping!
Summary: A man falls for another, but is this just a one sided infatuation?
Disclaimer: I haven’t sailed the Grand Line, so there’s no way I could own One Piece.
Warning: None for now
Author’s Note: This is my first One Piece fic! *cheers*
Yume*
Sanji smiled into the thin pillow that graced his hammock and twisted his fingers in the netting. He was having that dream again.
He was definitely hot under the collar as the vivid image of Zoro’s hands working their way up and down his torso caused his cock to jerk alive in his pants. He would have taken care of it, but he could hear Luffy snoring away and Usopp muttering no too far from him and he wasn’t about to be caught with his hands in his pants.
In his mind, Zoro’s hands moved lower, his mouth trailing after those eager fingers with hot kisses and suddenly a thing occurred to the chef.
The Crow’s Nest.
No one would be up there at least until mid day.
Sitting up, he left the cabin, shaking his head as he noticed that more of Luffy was on the floor than in his hammock. The captain could literally sleep anywhere.
Once outside, Sanji began to climb up towards the crow’s nest at an easy pace, looking at the coming dawn. However, as he drew closer to his goal, he heard something peculiar coming from above. He stopped just below and craned his head, trying to listen.
“Fuck –faster –yes, yes –Yes god damn you uhn…”
The cook turned red in a mixture of rage and embarrassment. He thought Zoro had given it up with Nami? How dare they come up here together and –
“Sanjiiii –Sanji yes, god yes….”
Had he a cigarette it would have dropped from his mouth. Sanji’s grip tightened on the ropes as the realization hit him full in the face.
Zoro was up here fantasizing about him!
He heard a content grunt and then a sigh of satisfaction and the blond scrambled down the netting as fast and as quietly as he could, deciding that now was a good time to get breakfast started.
**
Breakfast was a usual affair with Zoro, Luffy, and Usopp digging into their food with the usual gusto while Nami shot dirty glares at Sanji for refusing to give her any extra jam. The cook ate his own food quickly trying to suppress the heated feeling that arose every time he took a glance at Zoro. He put away his dishes and began to gather Luffy’s and wash them.
When the first meal of the day was over, Zoro lingered. He lingered for a long time, just staring at the cook’s back willing himself to do something. He just folded his hands and directed his gaze into the table, wanting to leave but wanting to stay even more.
“Oi, Zoro. You gonna dry these dishes?”
The swordsman froze temporarily then relaxed. He got up and moved towards the stack of dishes, taking up the usual rag and beginning to dry. He looked over to Sanji who was smoking, as usual, his eyes down on his work.
“Sanji…”
“Oi Zoro…” he handed the man another plate and the green haired man dried it, letting his question drop.
They dried plates for sometime until Sanji spoke.
“I was watching Luffy sleep this morning before I came to cook. He was on his back twitching like a dog…”
“Hm. Bet he was having interesting dreams.”
Sanji nodded a bit, finishing the few plates that were left. “We all have interesting dreams.”
“Oh yeah, like what?” the gruff swordsman dried more plates, the stack in front of him no where near done. He really should have begun when Sanji did, but that wasn’t the issue now.
“Good dreams, you know what I’m talking about. The kind of dreams that make a man’s nights and days!” he tapped ash off his cigarette and leaned against the counter.
Zoro flinched a bit, but continued to dry dishes. “Yeah I suppose.”
“You suppose? Why else would you have been with Nami if you weren’t having those sorts of dreams. At least you’ve got someone to fix it for you.”
Sanji took a drag and looked askance at his crew mate. His posture was giving him away and he was no longer drying dishes.
“I have to finish these and go train –”
The blond leaned close and said, “You could fix it for me.”
And that’s when Zoro did freeze.
A plate fell to the floor and broke and when neither of them moved, Sanji finally tapped ash into the sink and went to retrieve the broom. He swept up the ceramic pieces and tossed them in the trash, not realizing the tall figure standing behind him.
Suddenly, hands were on his chest, pulling him back and lips were at his neck more insistent than he’d ever known. He took a sharp breath.
“Zoro –”
“I don’t think you smoke too much…” came the rough whisper.
The blond would have fallen to his knees then if he hadn’t been held fast to Zoro’s chest. He could feel the man’s sword calloused hands traveling lower and exhaled in satisfaction, leaning his head back.
Yeah… his mind whispered.
He was spun roughly and the next thing he knew he was against the cabin wall with the man’s tongue down his throat. He took it all and bucked his hips, pushing Zoro from him a bit to lift at his shirt and pull at his pants. They kissed fiercely even as Sanji focused on getting the green haired man de-pantsed. It didn’t work and Zoro pressed hin into the wall again, their hard ons uncomfortable between them as Zoro wanted more face time.
“Zoro –” he managed, trying to catch his breath. “Zoro –UHN!”
His face went red as the man ground into him roughly just then and savaged his mouth. His hands balled into fists and he nearly lost his footing as he came right then as powerful as he’s ever had, the feeling of Zoro’s wetness against him causing him to thrum into the other man’s mouth.
They stayed against the wall for some time, coming down, rubbing against each other, Sanji’s hands rubbing and running through Zoro’s hair and looking in his eyes every chance he got.
The swordsman stepped back after a while and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his mouth more than a bit wet. He caught his breath and looked at Sanji, the blond playing at the collar of his blue shirt.
“We reach port in a day or two.”
“Two…” the cook corrected.
“Yeah…whatever…this –what happened now –”
Sanji leaned off the wall and stood up, unrolling his sleeves and walking off. Before he reached the door, he turned and spoke to a puzzled Zoro.
“You have any more dreams…just let me know.”
He left then, leaving Zoro to stare at the wall and wonder. The man put his hand out and ran it over the wood, picking up traces of Sanji’s after warmth.
I certainly will….
****
*Hanasu- to talk, Miru- to see, Ame – rain, Yoake-dawn, Oyasuminasai-Good Night, Sanisuruna-Never Mind, Yume-Dream
*Short, but it’s an update! <3
*Schwarzwald loves sleeping!