Seven Deadly Kisses

Seven Deadly Kisses

By The Chichi Slaughter House

Warnings: SanjixZoro, smut, bondage, BDSM (cigarette burns in specific), slight attempt at humour, lots of lovely BL kisses~

Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece, and I never will.

Kiss rating: NC-17

Each kiss will be for the 7snogs prompt table, and will feature one of the seven deadly sins as its theme. This one is for theme six: wrath.

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Wrathful Kiss

In the beginning, every move he made was rewarded by Sanji’s wrath.

Whether it was kissing him, a quick grope or even just talking to him, the blonde would twist around and kick him til he was forced to draw his swords. It seemed like Zoro could never get it right, even if they were in private and no one was around. Every move he had made just pissed Sanji off more, even when he was just trying to be nice to the guy, and it drove him crazy.

Then, of course, he had kissed him in front of the crew. Everything started to change after that.

First he was given the cold shoulder – and damn the cook could be such an ice queen when he wanted – then Sanji had returned his earlier favour in front of the crew. It had obviously been difficult for the blonde to do, and Zoro had felt elated and giddy ever since (not that he’d admit it, of course). It was only natural then, that the swordsman would become more and more daring yet it was still surprising just how much Sanji was letting him get away with now.

The fact that kissing him didn’t get him a kick in the head anymore was only an encouragement, and Zoro felt it was a good sign. He wouldn’t have to put up with Sanji being so damn bipolar – how could that be bad? It seemed the crew finding out had been the cook’s problem, and now that it was solved it was a wrath-free ‘all-he-could-kiss’ cook buffet! At least, that was what he thought.

He was deadly wrong.

It seemed that there were still things the cook would not hesitate in punishing him for, whether they were in private or not.

Perhaps it was his fault. Maybe he shouldn’t have pushed Sanji so much in one day. If he’d stuck to just groping him or just that one comment, he possibly wouldn’t have been tied up naked in the hold with the blonde looking down at him like this. Usually this sort of thing would have been exciting, if Sanji had also been naked and hadn’t been looking like he was contemplating cooking him alive.

As he thought back, it was probably the comment that had set this whole thing off the most. But how was he to know that Sanji would have taken it so personally? It was rare that the cook would want to top in the first place, so the words hadn’t seemed bad to Zoro at all. Maybe it was his timing.

Because honestly, who said ‘Heh, I bet your ass feels lonely’ when their lover was buried deep into them? But who thought that saying that was a good idea in the first place? Sometimes the swordsman just didn’t think.

Obviously Sanji hadn’t reacted well to that at all; pulling out and kicking him hard in the gut before storming off in a rage. When Zoro had stopped feeling pain and had gone up on deck later, the blonde wouldn’t even look at him; evidently practising the ice queen act again. He’d considered telling him that he was already a pro at it, but had decided against it at the last minute when the cook had glared at him for all he was worth. Apparently some cooling down time was needed, and Zoro had actually recognised it for once, leaving him alone for the rest of the day.

By now it was the evening, and after dinner the cook had grabbed him by his haramaki and dragged him down here, giving flirtatious glances. Thinking he’d been forgiven, Zoro was more than eager to follow, only to get kicked in the back of his head and have the clothes practically ripped from his body. As Sanji had gone all out from the start, he hadn’t had time to react much and now had his hands tied together. His legs weren’t in much better shape; tied so they were spread wide over the crates Sanji had saw fit to throw him on.

It had been this way for a few minutes now, and Zoro had somehow known better than to speak. One look at that gaze and one could tell the cook fucking meant business. Not that he was scared of course – it was Sanji after all – but perhaps he was a little…nervous. He had no clue what the other guy was thinking, and whilst he didn’t think he was in any real danger, it was the anticipation that was killing him. If he knew what was going to happen he wouldn’t have felt this uncomfortable. In fact, he’d probably have felt very calm.

After being still for a very long time, Sanji reached up and started to take the tie off from around his neck slowly, eyes intent on Zoro. The gaze was intense, and coupled with the slow undressing, Zoro was finding tingles of arousal running through himself from excitement. Sanji was probably just trying to psyche him out from the start. Just to make him feel bad for saying something so out of place.

Taking a few steps over, the blonde slid the tie from his neck with ease and stood next to him, looking down at his face. Thinking he was getting a kiss, Zoro just smirked and closed his eyes, shocked when he felt something being stuffed into his mouth. Opening his eyes, he felt Sanji knotting something behind his head, surprised as he realised he’d just been gagged with Sanji’s tie.

Pulling back, Sanji gave him a smirk but didn’t speak, walking over to his abandoned jacket to pull out his cigarettes. As Sanji took one out and lit it, it became obvious the cook was surveying him in much the same way Usopp would look at one of his new inventions and the thought only made Zoro more aroused. Though he had no clue what to expect, knowing Sanji was staring at him this way was like an aphrodisiac, and the swordsman found himself hoping the cook wouldn’t look away.

Luckily for him, Sanji had no intention of looking anywhere but right at him. Blowing the white smoke into the air slowly, the blonde rested his elbow on his other arm, the fingertips of his cigarette-holding hand on his cheek. The longer Sanji stared, the more Zoro stared back; watching the thick smoke making patterns in the dim light in fascination.

Watching a particular swirl coiling towards the ceiling, Zoro didn’t see Sanji move over, only realising he was there when he felt the cigarette burn into the skin on his collarbone. Trying to jerk back in surprise, Zoro’s eyes snapped right back to Sanji’s face; seeing a cool look being directed at him as if Sanji didn’t care at all. It should have been worrying, but it only turned him on more. The pain on his chest tingled uncomfortably as the cook continued to stare down at him, looking dissatisfied.

“You had all day,” Sanji murmured; voice low as he trailed his gaze to the light burn. “And yet you didn’t even try to apologise once, shithead.” Reaching up with his other hand, the blonde pressed on it and caused Zoro to hiss from the pain, arching up against his finger. “I should kick your ass.” Gaze flicking back up to Zoro’s face, Sanji pulled back. “But you wouldn’t learn from that, would you?” Unable to answer, the swordsman just watched as the blonde shook his head and looked disapprovingly down at him. “So I thought of a better punishment, but…” Sanji paused, glancing down to his cock. “You’re just enjoying it, aren’t you? Pervert.” Punctuating the insult, Sanji brought down the cigarette again, burning just under Zoro’s nipple relentlessly.

Zoro hissed and tried to arch away again but Sanji wasn’t having it; just pressing it down harder until the swordsman let out a noise. Drawing it back, the cook then took another drag before he blew the smoke right in Zoro’s face. Turning his face away, Zoro tried not to glare at him for the move, but couldn’t disguise the look of annoyance. Laughing softly, Sanji pulled back and looked over him briefly before choosing another spot to burn.

After that, the cook didn’t stop at all. Even though the swordsman struggled and groaned into his tie from pain, Sanji kept pressing the cigarette into his flesh without a care. The sensitive areas were the worst; Zoro visibly flinching as he felt the aching pain on his inner thighs and even on his armpit. There was barely a part of his body that didn’t get the treatment; red marks littering his body impressively. Some were far darker than others but they all seemed to ache in the same way, so much so that Zoro could barely stand it.

The pain coupled with the cook’s intense glances and impossibly sexy half-open shirt had his cock throbbing more painfully than any burn. All he could do was stare up at Sanji in desire, wriggling against the ropes that held him down, hoping Sanji would soon get bored of the torture. Trying to entice him, the swordsman lifted his hips and moaned into the makeshift gag, groaning as he felt the cigarette get stubbed out onto his skin. His stomach twitched where the last burn had taken place, the sweat covering his body not helping soothe the burns much at all.

Zoro caught his breath as the blonde just looked down at him, face oddly emotionless. Not able to tell if this was good or bad, Zoro nearly went mad when Sanji walked back to his jacket, expecting another cigarette to be withdrawn. Instead, the cook pulled out a small vial of oil, and he almost cheered when the top came off. He would have spread his legs if he could have, but with the binds he had no such chance, settling for nodding fervently and staring at Sanji with as much lust as he could muster.

Taking the hint, the blonde poured some oil onto his fingers, reaching down to tease against him. Groaning, Zoro tried to press back, surprised when Sanji leaned up and tugged the gag down with his teeth. There was a short pause in which it looked like the cook wanted him to speak but he didn’t and was rewarded seconds later with a searing kiss. The heat of Sanji’s lips and tongue on his felt hotter than the cigarettes could ever have been and he kissed back passionately in response. The fingers soon slipped into him and started probing around, causing him to moan lowly against Sanji’s mouth.

It was almost too much for him to take, but he held on impressively, letting Sanji have his way for as long as he liked. Even when fingers found his prostate he didn’t orgasm, purposefully holding back for when the blonde deemed it time to fuck him. At that moment, there was nothing else he wanted more.

As if sensing his thoughts, the cook pulled back from his mouth and slipped his fingers out of him to rub oil over his own cock, Zoro’s eyes watching every single movement. By now, they were both far too worked up to speak or really even communicate, Sanji simply getting between his legs and rubbing against him. Breathless, Zoro just nodded, trying to encourage him to keep going without making a single noise. Whilst he wanted it, there was no way he was going to beg, and he somehow sensed that the blonde didn’t want him to speak anyway.

Feeling Sanji sink into him for the second time that day, Zoro kept his thoughts to himself. He knew better this time, and he was so excited he didn’t want to ruin it. It felt amazing when he finally felt the strong thrust of the cook’s hips against him but he knew neither of them were going to last long. The day’s build up had pushed them both to the end of their patience, especially after this delicious warm up.

A few thrusts was all it took for Zoro to feel orgasm building in his gut, and as he looked up at Sanji, he could tell it was the same for him too. They were both sweaty and shuddering with each thrust by now, the swordsman feeling every move the cook made; even the soft touches of breath ghosting over his skin and the occasional tickle of hair on his throat. Not much later, they proved him right, both climaxing hard and slumping against each other tiredly.

Sanji untied his hands as he panted into his chest but didn’t bother to move to his legs, eyes closing calmly. Seconds later, Zoro’s hands were in his hair and over his back, touching as much of him as he could to make up for being tied down. Still they didn’t speak, just enjoying the sounds of each other’s breathing, though Sanji was also listening to Zoro’s heart beating in his chest. All the tenseness that had been between them was now gone, lost in their frantic coupling.

After thinking everything over in the aftermath, Zoro came to a conclusion: Sanji’s wrath was pretty fucking sexy. Unbeknownst to the cook, he hadn’t learnt his lesson at all.