Realizations

When faced with new trials every waking moment, a man learns a lot about himself. It's just common sense that he would. Zolo had learned many things about himself since setting sail with Straw Hat Luffy. He'd only kept three of those realizations from his captain. The first thing he'd learned, he'd learned fighting Hawk Eye Mihawk for the first time. He'd learned that the swordsman's eyes held some kind of sway over him. It might have been a devil fruit, or a practiced ability, or it might have been Zolo's own mind betraying him and playing tricks, but he had been frozen each time he'd met those eyes. Unable to move. He'd learned he was susceptible to the ability hidden in those Hawk's eyes.

The third thing, he'd learned had been in his fight with 'Ms. Wednesday' at Whiskey Peak. While her dance would have had that damn love cook drooling and flaring his nostrils, it had been the scent that had driven the swordsman to him knees. The perfume was the reason for the sweat beading on his forehead and the reason that a certain sword, long unused, had begun to twitch to life. Zolo realized then, that he was affected, greatly affected, by air bourn aphrodisiacs and pheromones.

His second realization hadn’t come from battle. It hadn’t come during adventure or frantic times. It had come during watch one night, in the form of a small, shaded figure sitting alone on the figurehead of their ship. The infamous pirate sat there, looking out at the ocean with such quiet reverence that Zolo’s chest hurt from it. No one ever witnessed these tender moments between pirate and untouchable sea. No one but Zolo. He’d thought that his watch went unnoticed, but that one particular time, somewhere between Mihawk and the Grand Line, Luffy had turned to the crows nest and smiled up at him. That was when Zolo realized that Luffy was older, and probably wiser, than they had given him credit for. That realization had prompted a question and the knowledge that Luffy was not actually thirteen or fourteen, but that he was seventeen years old, led to the second part of the second realization. Zolo was actually lusting over his captain. It was a silent lust, and would remain that way, since Luffy never quite noticed his testing advances. But it was there.

Why, you ask, are we speaking of Zolo’s realizations?

You’ll see.
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“Land Ho!” Usopp yelled down from the crows nest and Luffy squinted his eyes to peer into the distance.

Sanji and Nami hurried on deck, lists of the provisions they needed running through their heads as the port came into view. Something about the sight gave Zolo an uneasy feeling. It was the feeling he’d gotten when he’d faced Mihawk and realized that he wasn’t strong enough yet. He hated that feeling, but looking to his nakama, no one looked particularly worried about it, and so he stood his ground silently and vow to himself to keep an eye out without alerting them yet.

“Ne, ne Zolo! Let’s get some meat!” Luffy ordered with a smile, “I’ve never had this island’s meat before!”

The swordsman didn’t bother pointing out that cow, pig, sheep, deer, and fowl didn’t really change taste depending on the island they were slaughtered on. Luffy tended to taste things differently somehow, from the rest of the crew. For all the swordsman knew, their captain might actually taste some subtle difference. He shrugged and followed the laughing man. He didn’t need anything from that island and so following the captain was fine with him.

When it had come, it wasn’t so much an attack as a subtle mental ambush. They’d just sat down to a large table full of meat and rum, when Zolo had gotten the feeling that he was being watched. Without alerting Luffy, he glanced around the room, realizing his mistake when his eyes were captured by narrow golden light coming from the doorway. Mihawk. He should have said something to Luffy before meeting those eyes but at that moment, he couldn’t speak. He stood and Luffy made a questioning sound around his mouthful of meat on a bone.

A flash of white, mouthed words, and Zolo brushed of his captain’s concern. “I’ll see you later.”

Luffy shrugged and nodded. If Zolo had been in control of his actions, he might have turned back and seen the captain glancing at the doorway with his usually wide eyes narrowed into the almond shape they took on in his serious moments. As it was though, the green haired man didn’t notice anything except those golden eyes.
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Zolo awoke from his stupor bound and gagged and sore in places that he shouldn’t have felt sore in. His arms were tied together and chained over his head and behind him a bit, so that his spine and shoulders arched back enough to give twinges of discomfort but not real pain, not yet. He didn’t understand why he wasn’t hanging directly under his bound arms until he tried to straighten and a flash of pleasure/pain jolted through him, waking him up completely. He was impaled on a sword!

The hilt of a very familiar black blade was buried snugly between the cheeks of his ass. The metal, now hot from being inside of him, rubbed inside just right because of the angle he’d been forced into by his bonds. He shivered when another involuntary spasm caused the jeweled bumps and carved ridges of the masterfully worked handle to scrap against the walls beyond his anus. He gasped and a slight exhalation from his right side told him he was not alone in the room.

“Mihawk!” He growled, half to cover another groan, and glared at the well poised and proud man who emerged from the shadows. “This. . .!”

“This is not how swordsmen should meet.” He spoke calmly, “It is, however, a favor, to one who has heard tell of your captain, and your . . . interest.”

“What?!” Zolo struggled against his bonds once and then quickly froze when the motion pressed the hilt inside him hard against that bundle of nerves that sent the pleasure through him again.

“Do you think that the eyes and ears of the grand line have not been on Straw Hat Luffy? The boy who would be king? Do you imagine that they did not notice you behind him? There are those who would take part in his . . . maturing. Those who speak through me, as they are unwilling or unable to go to the lengths which I can.”

“Why?!”

“I grow bored. You offer the promise of entertainment when you are ready but until then, there are other swords you wield.”

Zolo would have rolled his eyes if they hadn’t been locked with his captors.

“Physically strong men tend to have a weakness toward things effecting the mind and the. . . sexual side of the body.” The man lit a candle to each side of the bound man, and lay a large bundle of incense on a small tray before him, then, Mihawk sat directly in Zolo’s line of sight, although he was still a couple yards away at least. “You should know, the moment I led you from that tavern, your captain was out the back door, searching out where we were going. I lost him. . . possible he became lost upon his own. . . But there is a very good chance that he will appear at any moment. Would you like your beloved captain to see you this way? Bound, pleasured, and over sexed?” Those damned golden eyes sparkled with mirth when Zolo moaned at that. They watched the swordsman’s cock become erect enough that it nearly touched his belly. Hateful eyes clashed with the golden ones holding him in thrall, but his head was becoming fogged. . . he couldn’t remember why he was glaring at those eyes. . . no, the man . . . wait. . .

“It’s taking effect I see.”

“Effect. . . It?”

Mihawk grinned, “The incense. It’s a concentrated version of a perfume you once met with. . . Of course, that was in open air and a very diluted dose. This is in an enclosed area and uncut with other elements. Doesn’t it feel invigorating?”

Zolo gasped and tried to swallow passed the dry feeling in his mouth, “Yes.” Slipped free of his lips without his prompting and he tried to calm himself. Unfortunately, in his confused state he didn’t realize that taking deep, calming, breaths would not help his situation. He sagged a bit, head falling back and causing hips to thrust forward accidentally. He choked back a strangled cry and grit his teeth, trying again not to move.

“Your battle against yourself is admirable, but stupid, boy.” Mihawk smiled, “Why not let go? I have even done you the great honor of impaling you on my cherished blade. You may move all you like, I’ve driven it deep enough into the foundation of this place that is with not move while you do.” At Zolo’s continued stillness the darker man gave a soft, contemplative hum. “It isn’t as if you will ever get this from your beloved captain.”

“U. . . Urasei. You don’t kn. . . know him.”

“I know he’s much too innocent to realize what you need.”

“He is. . .”

“He is looking for you.” Mihawk interrupted, watching the effect his words had on the proud, twitching cock of the bound man. “While you writhe in pleasure to illicit thoughts over him, he is tearing apart this town searching for his beloved friend. His nakama.”

“Urasei!”

“Give in Zolo. Let yourself feel.”

“N. . . no!”

Mihawk smiled, “I could kill him.”

And that declaration caused Zolo’s biggest mistake. His head shot up, and he met those golden eyes. In the moment of blankness that the contact washed over his mind, the smoke took hold and he gave in. His breath came in harsh gasps as the feelings rushed over his body and he stayed, eyes locked with those golden spots in the distance, too surrounded by smoke to make out the person they belonged to anymore.

“Dance.” The voice spoke in a soft, demanding tone. “Writhe for him, for your precious captain. Fuck yourself on that glorious sword, dance for Luffy.”

“Luffy.” Zolo rasped, his head once again falling back and his hip jutting forward.

“Luffy.” The voice prompted.

Zolo gave a strangled scream, rocking his hips in slow, intimate circles, grinding the sword’s hilt against him own pleasure spot, the prostrate sending jolts of want/need/pleasure/Oh God Yes! All through him. His chest heaved and his back arched further while he lifted up onto the balls of his feet and slamming himself down with every circle his hips completed. His grunts of sexual frustration morphed into tiny mewling yelps and then full blown moans of want while his cock bobbed and swayed to the motion of his rocking. It was so good, it felt so right. All he could think of was the scent and the sword inside of him, and his captain’s tight, lilthe body. The chisled muscles on his stomach compared to strong but almost feminine arms. The long legs and neat bulge hidden behind jean shorts and unawakened to the type of pleasure Zolo craved from that particular part of Luffy. Zolo screamed out his need, but he couldn’t reach forward, couldn’t take cock in hand to bring the release he needed.

“Ah, I see you’re one of them.” The voice whispered, “You can’t cum with only the stimulation of something hot and hard pumping into your ass, you need another touch to finish it.”

“L. . . Luffy!” He choked and pounded himself harder and harder against the metal hilt, begging everyone and no one. “Please. . . I need. . . Need to . . . Aah!” He shivered when he slammed down hard enough to drive the sword deeper into the concrete foundation it was lodged in. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” His motions were fluid but hard and desperate.

“Yes. . . Dance for him. For your Luffy. He’d would probably love to watch you dance for him. So wild, you really are a demon, aren’t you.”

“Aarrahhh! Luffy! Fuck Yeah! Yes Yes Yes Yes, Oh Gods more! I need more!” He screamed, eyes watering with the build of tension that he couldn’t let go of. “Yes! Luffy!”

“Beg me and I’ll help you.” The voice smirked, “Beg me to let you cum.”

“N. . . No!” He growled.

The voice chuckled, “I thought as much. You two are well matched.” Then the sword was wrenched up and Zolo cried out again when it was driven completely into him, then taken away.

“N. . . No! I . . .” He clenched his teeth against begging for the hard hilt to be shoved into him again. The lubrication dripped down his legs and he swung back, now hanging vertically under the beam his hands were chained to. He was still surrounded by that damn smoke, but now, he had nothing inside of him, nothing to relieve the ache and need. His tears spilled helplessly over his cheeks and he growled, “W. . . why!?”

“Because your captain is calling for you.” The voice said, and then was gone.

Zolo hung there, trembling in need and breathing in the fumes around him, until he knew only need. Zolo was there, but he was first and foremost a congregation of need and want, as if everything he was, was focused solely upon having something splitting him so well, the feeling of a cock inside him, pounding him. Another cock to rub against. Hands to bring him off and back to his mind again. He needed! He needed!

“Zolo!”

“Hey Fucking Swordsman! Where are ya?”

The first voice was all that mattered, even through the fog and need he knew that voice. “Luffy!”

“Sanji! I hear him!”

The door was kicked open and Zolo stared at the blond who stepped through. Sanji stared back. The room was silent until Luffy barreled in after the cook and skidded to a stop in front of his very first nakama. “Sanji, watch the door.”

“Wha. . . Luffy? Is he. . .?”

The young captain stretched his arms to untie Zolo’s hands and lowered him gently, still panting and writhing, to the floor. “Now!”

The cook nodded and lifted the door back into place behind him and Luffy quickly pulled the rope from Zolo’s wrists.

“P. . . Please.” He rasped, eyes tearing and hips grinding against his captain’s leg as he knelt over him to reach the knots still tying his arms. “I n. . . need. . . it’s. . . Incense. . . I can’t. . .”

Luffy stepped on the offending incense, snuffing it out beneath his sandal, and then opened his shorts, pulling himself free.

Zolo stared hungrily at the cock that was slowly growing under the captain’s slow stroking.

“Is this. . .” Luffy looked a bit unsure, “Is this what you need?”

“Yes! Luffy, please!”

The rubber man nodded and lifted Zolo into his lap, the swordsman did the rest, impalling himself fully on Luffy’s hardened cock.

Luffy yelped and the cock inside him got even bigger! Zolo howled in pleasure and rocked hard upon it, grinding himself into Luffy’s tight abdomine and then driving himself back hard on his cock. He lifted up and down, rolling him hips and shoulders and letting his chest heave and his head fall back as the sensations overwhelmed him.

“Wow.” Luffy breathed, watching his swordsman with awe.

Zolo’s head snapped back up and he stared at his captain. “W. . . ah! . . . what?”

The Black haired man grasped his hips and drove forward, making Zolo’s whole body jump and spasm. “It’s like you’re dancing.” He gasped and repeated the action, finally needing more. Without pulling free of his first mate’s clenching ass, Luffy spun them around and slammed Zolo onto his back, lifting his legs up over his shoulders and ramming in harder, and then faster.

Zolo crowed out as the heavy pace brought Luffy’s cock over and over his prostrate, bringing him so close. “Luffy! Touch me damn it!”

“I am touching . . .” The captain’s eyes widened when a larger, sword calloused hand brought his fingers up to curl them over Zolo’s cock in a silent plea. “Oh. . . Okay.”

“I’m. . . Oh! Oh God! L. . . Luffy!” Zolo’s shouting was getting more and more breathy and his tone was becoming frantic as his captain rode him harder, faster, and deeper. The rubber man pulled out almost totally and them slammed himself fully inside his friend, bending to lick the cock he was holding at the same time. Zolo lost it.

With one last buck and a wall shaking “Yes! Yes! LUFFY!” He shattered. His cock pulsed out string upon string of cum and his whole body knotted and then gave out, leaving him limp and gasping for breath underneath his captains questing hands. He vaguely recalled the warmth of cum coating his insides during the crest of his orgasm and turned heavy lidded eyes to the man beside him.

“You okay now Zolo?” Luffy asked quietly.

Zolo nodded, “Yeah, ‘m okay.”

“Anou. . . that was. . . you looked. . .”

“Oi! You two better get dressed!” Sanji called through the door. “That last bellow from moss head there is gonna draw a crowd.”

Zolo blushed and glarred at the door while Luffy laughed, pulled out carefully, and began getting dressed and wiping Zolo free of cum with his waistband. The captain looked at the stained green cloth and then dropped it onto the ground, “I’ll buy you a new one.” He promised.

The swordsman began to laugh and Luffy joined in as he helped him to his feet. “Okay. Buy me a new one.”

“Yosh!” Luffy grinned.

“Everything good captain?” Sanji asked when they pulled the wreckage of the door aside and stepped into the street.

“Yep.” Luffy smirked and then looked around, “I’m still hungry though.”

Zolo must have looked worst than he’d thought he did because Sanji glanced at him and shrugged, “I’ll cook something up, lets get him back to the ship.”

If he’d noticed the slight concern in the cooks tone, Zolo ignored it.
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“So, did it work?”

Mihawk sat on the railing of a large flagship and nodded, taking the offered drink with slight reservations. “Of course.”

“Good. Luffy doesn’t have anyone to introduce him to things like that, and he needs a strong partner beside him. As I remember him though, that boy wouldn’t understand ‘the talk’ even if it was given by a naked woman pointing out the good parts.”

“That is a crude analogy but fitting with my observations.”

“But they did?”

“Yes. You’re Luffy took initiative nicely. He must have heard some interesting stories from your nakama to know what he was supposed to do.”

Shanks laughed out loud and drained his tankard of rum with a huge smile. “That’s my boy!”

“I find it a bit unhealthy, the way you choose to meddle. His swordsman was quite put out.”

“But it worked out in the end.” Shanks pointed out.

Mihawk glanced toward the water and snorted, “Between the two of you, you have the devils own luck.” The man set his own rum on the railing and nodded, “I will take my leave now.”

“Thank you Mihawk.”

He smirked, “It wasn’t an unpleasant task in the least.”

He floated away from the red haired man’s ship to the sounds of drunken laughter and loud drunken singing about their little Luffy becoming a man.

Around Shanks and his protoge, at least it never became dull.
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“Zolo?”

He pried his eyes open to blink blurrily at the captain. “Hn?”

“Are you okay? Down there I mean.”

“Yeah, Luffy, I’m okay.”

“I. . . uh. . .”

“What?” He tried to sit up but he was sore and drained and decided laying down was better than falling down.

“The dance.” Luffy said, blushing a little.

“Dance?” Zolo’s mind connected the dots and his face heated instantly. “Yeah?”

“Don’t do it with anyone but me okay? That’s my dance.”

The swordsman smiled, “Only if you don’t do it with anyone but me.”

“Deal.”

Zolo was just settling back into sleep when soft lips pressed down on his. It was a good way to go to sleep, he decided, with Luffy’s weight pinning him down like no other man could.

After the swordsman was asleep, Luffy leaned back and watched Sanji enter the sleeping quarters.

“Everyone’s done what they need to, ship’s stocked and ready to sail captain.” He glanced at Zolo, “Will moss head be okay to sail? Or do we need to find a doctor?”

“We sail.” Luffy smiled and played absently with Zolo’s hair.

Sanji nodded and left the room, pointedly not commenting on this latest development. He’d get to watch the fallout at the breakfast table. Nearly all of the drama on the ship came out at his table. With a sigh, he decided to use the tin cups and plates for the next few days. . . just in case.

When the cook was gone, Luffy climbed on top of his swordsman again and snuggled down, so that he could feel the bulge of him against his stomach. With one last squirm and a peck to Zolo’s lips, the captain was asleep.

Zolo opened his eyes and wrapped his arms are his napping captain. He’d learned many things about himself since setting sail with Straw Hat Luffy. And Luffy had learned many things himself. Zolo turned his head so that Luffy’s sleep slack lips pressed possessively against his throat. This latest realization though, was the most welcome. He arched into his captain’s lips and thrilled when he bit down in his sleep, and as he lay beneath the rubber man, he pledged not only his sword and strength, but also his dreams, all to the man who’d so subtly claimed him while he wasn’t paying attention. “You’ve tamed me.” He whispered.

He’d have to thank Mihawk. . .

Before he killed him.

As if Luffy had heard the thoughts he snorted in his sleep and bit down again, only letting go to mumble “Yeah, right.”

Zolo smiled, and listened as outside the door, Sanji broke down and began to laugh.

Yes, lot’s of people would need to die soon.
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