A/N: Hey, guys! Here's another juicy yaoi for you! The story for how this one came about is odd. I was camping with my friends, and this ENTIRE thing came to me in a dream, all except for the end. You WILL be able to tell where the dream ending stops and my ending starts, because I didn't like the ending the dream gave me. Anywho, on to the nummyness! XD
Disclaimer: I. DO. NOT. OWN. ANYTHING. 'Cuz I'm poor. XD
It's been three months since I've had any kind of sex to speak of…
Roronoa Zoro was on the deck of the Merry Go, trying to figure out something to do about his…sexual… problem. The ship was docked at a small port town surrounded by a large forest.
Nami won't be here until later today… Usopp is out of the question, Chopper's not even human, and Luffy? The image ran through his mind. He shivered. Hell. No. So that leaves… Zoro smirked. Good. He owes me money anyway.
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Sanji was sitting at a small picnic table somebody had left in a clearing in the woods close to town for their personal campsite. It was empty now, so Sanji had commandeered it for his own use. He was contemplating what he should make out of the giant fish that Zoro had lent him money for. He said he'd pay Zoro back, but he only had about half of the money he needed.
Hmm… maybe if I make a stew? Fish stew… Sounds good. I'll need more vegetables though…
Zoro stepped into the clearing. Sanji had his back turned, lost in his own thoughts, so he didn't even notice Zoro until the man stepped on a twig, snapping it loudly. Sanji turned around.
"Zoro? What—"
"I'm here for the money," Zoro said bluntly. Even though Zoro knew full well that Sanji couldn't have enough money to pay him back yet, he played up the excuse to be near him. He rather liked being near the tall blonde, even if his attitude did piss him off sometimes. That just added to the joy of being with him.
"I don't have it yet. I'm trying to relax, Zoro. Maybe you should too," Sanji said irritably. He liked the swordsman a lot, but he never could quell that childish temper he had. He especially did not like to be disturbed while thinking about food. He turned back around.
In an instant, Zoro had Sanji's wrists pinned above his head. He yanked the back of Sanji's hair forward and away from him, pinning his head down to the table as well. Sanji growled at the suddenness of the pain in the back of his head. Zoro sat on his knees on the table behind Sanji. "I'm going to get the money one way or another," Zoro murmured in Sanji's ear. He leaned over so that his bangs brushed the back of Sanji's neck. Sanji shivered.
"What the hell are you—" Before he could say any more, Zoro took his hand away from Sanji's head and elbowed him right under the base of his neck. Sanji was unconscious instantly.
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Sanji awoke groggily and in pain. His head hurt, but not so much as to muddle his thoughts. He was lying on his stomach, so he sat up to rub his head. Or at least he tried to.
As soon as he got to his knees, he could go no further. His wrists were shackled together to a nearby tree by a thick, heavy rope. He could not move his feet any further either, as his ankles were both tied to other trees. The ropes dug into his skin painfully.
"You've been out for a while. I was starting to think maybe I'd hit you too hard." Sanji turned to see Zoro sitting at the picnic table watching him intensely. He was confused until he remembered what had happened. Sanji's face darkened.
"What the hell was that for, ya crap-swordsman!?" Sanji shouted. Zoro's face twitched in anger.
"Didn't I tell you I was going to get that money?" Zoro said mockingly.
"And I told you I didn't have it!"
"Hmm. Yes, but I want my pay. And if I don't get it in money, I'll get it in… other ways." Zoro leered disturbingly. Sanji's face paled a bit. Zoro stood and drew one of the three swords at his hip. He slid the sword under Sanji's jacket and tore it completely off of him. He nonchalantly poked around in the jacket with his foot. "I guess it's not in there," Zoro said, sighing. "Guess I'll have to search some more." Zoro continued to lazily strip Sanji with his sword, ignoring Sanji's shouts of protest. Eventually Sanji was in nothing but his boxers.
"I guess you really don't have the money, Sanji." Zoro sighed and shrugged. "Oh well. It'll have to come down to this." Zoro made one final movement with his sword, and Sanji was left completely naked on the ground. He heard the noise of a zipper. His eyes narrowed in fear.
"Zoro, stay away from me! Zor—AIGH!" A sharp pain exploded in Sanji's backside. He sucked his breath through his teeth to keep from crying out more.
"Are you serious, Sanji? I'm not even halfway in yet," Zoro said with malice. "And if you decide to rat me out, just remember: I can always do worse." Another push. Sanji let out a loud groan of pain. He writhed and tried to get as far away from Zoro—from that pain—as possible. It was no use. Zoro grabbed Sanji's shoulders and pulled him in all the way.
"AAAAAAGHHHHH!!"
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Nami turned from the shop she was about to enter. What was that sound? Was that Sanji? She wondered. She hadn't really bought anything (she never did), and turned to Chopper, Usopp, and Luffy.
"Did you guys hear that?" she asked.
"Yeah, I did," Chopper replied. "It sounded like Sanji. Should we check it out?"
"I've got a bad feeling about it… Let's go see if he's okay," Luffy put in.
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So it goes… this dream made me very sad… TT …R&R please, while I go and sit in the corner of woe…