CHAPTER 6 - Sour days and sweet fillings 2

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Sanji nervously pulled out the sheets from the cabinet and laid it out over the two beds connected in the middle, startled when Zoro suddenly yanked him down with him, the swordsman on his back and Sanji straddling him.

"You're shaking," the green-haired shipmate noticed as his hands travelled upwards on the smooth chest towards the other's neck, stopping to wrap around his neck and pull him down slowly.

"And you're imagining things," Sanji replied softly, lying as he closed his eyes, silently humming at the hand gripping around his neck, those strong fingers pushing into the back of his neck making him melt down in a puddle of syrup, never something that the blond would admit but it drove him insane when Zoro took hold of him like that.

The marimo smirked knowingly as he saw the other's expression, blue eyes closed as the other took in the feeling from Zoro's slender, strong fingers. Zoro knew the effect he had on the blond chef, he could feel the tension in the lithe body, the mini expressions read on his trembling lips, the soft lines around his eyes, the subtle wrinkles between the upwards frowning curled eyebrows, the slight quiver in the smooth spine as his free hand slid over it..

He could see through all of that.. and he loved it.

It made him want Sanji even more.

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Sanji's blue eyes opened when the other's fingertips pressed into his skin, gaining him a small painful sneer from the blond. "We c-can't do this," he said, leaning back and away from the other's grasp.

Feeling his touch on his skin made him want to surrender and just let him do with him as he wanted, no questions asked.. but Sanji couldn't let it. It was becoming all too real now that he was feeling the larger hand grasp tightly onto his skin, burning under his touch despite the cold of the ship, in their small, dark and quiet quarters.

"Why?" the single word uttered by the confused, annoyed swordsman below. The mosshead frowned, looking up at the frightened blond, expecting an answer as his hand worked upwards through blond strands.

"I.. I'm a guy.. You're a guy.. We c-can't. It's not normal." Sanji raised his own pale, smaller hands to push at Zoro's, to get out from under his teasing touch. It made him breathe heavier the more he felt it, driving him into a flushed madness of lust, just making his chest drum hard and tighten around his insides. He swallowed heavily as he looked down through half-lidden eyes, the memories of his lips being gently attacked making him bite them to stop replaying them over and over. However, the sensations remained a ghost on his skin even moments later. They continued to tingle on his skin... so, so pleasantly.

"..Says who?" Zoro asked smirking as he ground up into the other's body. Sanji frowned, wanting to free himself and cool down. "It's just 'me'... and 'you'. Nobody will judge. The rest of the crew won't care, they're family and the most accepting out there. That's not what you're worried about, though... so what is it?" the swordsman asked, tugging the other down until Sanji rested on his chest. The cook's blue eyes widened as they stared down a few inches above Zoro's own dark grey ones.

"I.. I'm not g-gay.. I can't." The cook pulled away but the other held him tight. He wasn't planning on letting him escape from the tight enclosure of his arms as they moved down to wrap around the blond's waist.

"Good, because I'm not either. That'd be awkward," the swordsman laughed, pausing to pull the reluctant blond into a deep kiss. The other grumbled frustratedly into the kiss as he struggled to pull away, body weakened in Zoro's hands whilst the marimo only smirked onto his lips.

"S-Stop kissing me to shut me up!" the cook complained weakly, albeit a little angrily. He tried to get away in his embarrassment, pushing his hands into the broader chest. He was so annoyed at the marimo's wide smirk. It was hard when every cell in his body was burning with heat caused by the other through his 'awful', darned, cursed ministrations.

"Whatever works," the ship's first mate replied cheekily, chuckling at the other's faint resistence. He wasn't about to let him go. They'd deal with their fears as they went along as far as he was concerned.

"Seriously, l-let go, I don't want to do this-" Sanji complained, squirming and wiggling in his crewmate's arms, trying to unfold himself to freedom. It was no easy feat to achieve when you didn't 'really' want to, however.

"Why?" the swordsman interrupted him to ask, gazing up in confusion and disappointment at the words. His smirk disappeared to only be replaced by a frown, exotic lit-grey eyes slanted in a soft glare as he watched the cook.

"We're men! I loved women all my life-"

"Poor excuse," the swordsman yet again cutting him off mid-sentence. Sanji glared angrily at him, groaning softly. Zoro couldn't let him go on and on about his doubts anymore.

He rolled them around. Sanji ended up on his back, golden locks of hair ruffled and tussled up over the white sheet as he gazed up with wide eyes.

"Wh-What the hell!" the blond burst, bristled, worried when the other trapped him underneath. Strong arms held his wrists pinned down. Long, well-trained legs between Sanji's long, lean pair makde it hard for him to wiggle out of his hold.

"You were ready late last night and earlier today before Brook came in. You were even ready earlier when you came to make sure I was alright after what that asshole future you told us, though I'm not sure you're fully aware of the last one just yet. You care about me and.. when I touch you..." Zoro said hushedly, in a softer, more seductive murmur as he leant down over Sanji's left shoulder, whispering below his ear.

"...Admit it, it drives you crazy. When my hands move on your body.." he said, hands releasing the tight grip. Instead, he trailed up along the blond's thinner, paler hands, eventually across the cook's chest and throat between his thumb and index, just pushing gently upwards until he cupped his chin.

"..When I kiss you.." Zoro continued as he withdrew back just a bit, keeping Sanji's jaw tight as he kissed him deeply, tongues mingled together in moist, tingling, invading pleasure.

"...When we're close.." he whispered while his well-sculpted hips grinded into the other's smaller ones. Dark eyes intently gazed down for every little expression on the blond's face, seeing the barely noticeable part of his soft, moist lips when they parted needily for him, the throbbing veins on his neck... all of it. Nothing escaped Zoro's eyes as he took in all of Sanji's reactions to his torments.

"It all drives you up the wall and messes you up so deliciously. I can see it in your eyes, on your face.. in your body.." Zoro spoke against the other's lips, knowing how mentally screwed he was making Sanji; he could read it in his every flinch and pleasurable shiver.

Sanji's half-lidden eyes closed when the other shattered in the small distance between their chests and kissed him once more, making him moan into the kiss. He was unable to reign in his voice; it only proved the other knew him much too well. Who would've known that he'd bring out such shameful things out of him..

Until just recently, the cook would've sworn that, had anyone foretold that the other would be causing him to react in such ways, that they were insane and deserved to be locked up for even muttering such lies.. But, now... now, perhaps 'he' would be the insane one.

"And if you aren't ready to admit that.. I'll help you, cook.."

Zoro's confident, low-spoken words irritated the hell out of Sanji; he bit on his own lips just to hold back the gasps and moans when the other's hands sneaked under the hem of his shirt, reaching and toying with the pink nubs on his smooth chest.

The blond's mouth opened slightly as he gasped softly at the twisting, rubbing motion of the larger, calloused fingers on his nipples. The swordsman soon sneaked his head under Sanji's shirt, completely covered under the tight cloth. The blond fought to keep his voice steady, or at least resembling a more honorable state, as hard as it was seeing that everything Zoro did, it made him want to rip off his own clothes. He hardly had any fight left in him after all Zoro had said, mentally cursing at himself, right then and there feeling melted down... 'moltable' under the other's touch as he listened to the teasing hum of the other's throat.

In less than a moment, he could feel the moist tongue wrap around his nipples, clearing the hurt the fingers caused as they continued to tease. One stood perky and upward, covered by soft lips and a playful tongue whilst the other continued to be poked and prodded. Sanji's head fell back onto the sheets, feeling such teasing shudders.

The cook was 'definitely' strong enough to kick the other's face in and just get him off, stop this entire madness. He 'wanted' to, really fuckin` wanted to.. but with his mind as hazy and reluctant as it was, it didn't take long before it stopped working, releasing control over to the one molting him as he wanted, making him gasp and redden with that horribly embarrassing scarlet flush on his face. His parted lips begged for air along with his breathless lungs pleading for one more mouthful of oxygen, just.. so damn needily.

Sanji had never felt so much and so little need to kick Zoro's face in at the same time.

For once, he was unable to decide which he wanted more.. but seeing as he was so, so easily giving in, his trained legs abandoned the idea of the hurt they could damage.

Just for now, he told himself, maybe they'd stop later, before it was too late.. if he'd still have any sense by that point, Sanji told himself. Perhaps. He just needed one more moment to make up his mind.. perhaps ten moments.. or a hundred. Oh, god, he needed more moments to make up his mind.

"I can't stand you," he muttered annoyed, though the red tinge to his cheeks never faded, his eyes not angered at all right then, quite the opposite as they'd softened, "You can be such an idiot, marimo.."

Zoro withdrew outside of the shirt and lifted his head, smiling as he looked down to the messy, ruffled blond, his own locking onto blue eyes below. "You don't, but you want me just the same, so what does that say about you?" he taunted, wanting Sanji to finally admit that he liked him. "So... who's the bigger idiot then?"

The blond scoffed and averted his eyes. Though he sulked and pouted, he didn't say anything. He didn't admit to anything but neither did he 'deny' which was far more noticeable than it should've been.

Zoro didn't miss it. It was hard for the young cook to deny it when the swordsman caused him to react in such ways, having also already kissed him from his own initiative a while back, having admitted to liking him. Hell, they'd even slept closer than friends and rivals ever should, as comical of a sight as that had been with limbs tossed all over the place sharing the joint beds in their small room.

How could he deny anything after all of that?

No, Sanji certainly couldn't deny it. Zoro's words held truth to them and the first-mate knew it damn well. It was highly apparent from the huge smirky grin on his face, and the mischievous glimmer in his bright grey eyes shining down like he was finally going to get what he wanted. Hungrily. Impatiently.

So as the first-mate of the Thousand Sunny began to tug up at his own shirt, the blond faltered in fighting him, his skin shivering ever so slightly with nerves as his eyes glanced up.

He was unable to look away from the other's exotic pair of grey irises.

Each time he tried looking away, his own blue gems rediscovered the bronzed skin on the other's tight arms, his shoulders, his neckline, his chest and abs. Everything tensed as Zoro stretched to pull off his own shirt, focusing on removing Sanji's next as only their hips remained pressed together. His weight bore into Sanji's smaller, thinner hips until his heavier upper body fell back onto the lithe, pale body. That sultry smirk was met by Sanji into a pillowy softness of pink lips not more than a second later.

There was no helping it right then, Zoro couldn't pull back no more than he could stop breathing voluntary. He wanted Sanji, that smaller, beautiful, lean body underneath him so attractive to his hands as they trailed up the smooth waist. Stronger, larger, perfect fingers caught onto the hem of the cook's shirt, pulling it up slowly while exotic eyes glanced down to blue ones as if daring Sanji to stop him.

With the golden locks ruffled around his head, Sanji's both blue eyes stared down towards the larger hands. Sanji knew it. The moss-head knew it. This was the moment to stop him, to stop Zoro in his tracks.

And, yet.. the smirk on Zoro's lips showed that he knew exactly what the blond was going to do. And damn it, he was right.

..He was going to do 'nothing'.

The cook closed his eyes as he let the other man pull his shirt up, shaking fingers lifting to grasp onto those thick, broad shoulders as soon as the clothing item hit the floor with a soft thud.

It was the biggest 'yes' Zoro knew he'd ever get. Sanji wanted him.. He was just scared to admit it.

Maybe this wasn't the best day to do this, the best day to change their relationship but the future was screwed either way. Maybe by doing something they longed for, instead of holding back and having regrets, maybe then.. just maybe.. they would make a different kind of future. They wouldn't know unless they gave in to what they wanted, that was for certain. And it was too damn late now.

Sanji wrapped his long legs around the other's mid-body, half-mast eyes more focused and determined than previously, that was for damn sure. "You're a first grade dumbass," the blond muttered as his grip on Zoro's shoulders tightened on the hard muscles.

"Cook, you're damn lucky I know you 'suck' at compliments," said Zoro with a smug grin on his lips as he teased the blond, "Well, for anyone besides your precious 'flowers'." He earned a deep glare from the cook but he didn't argue; it was just too amusing seeing him pout and glare.

Zoro withdrew slightly, just enough for his right hand to reach down to his own dark green pants and undo the zipper, though he didn't undress further. He reached for the blond's buttons next, taking his time, too focused on Sanji's each expression, wanting to remember it all.

It would be the first time he'd dared to possess him, to taste and hold him after all the obsession had started to run through his veins furthering his wanton lust. This was his crewmate, his rival and.. maybe even best friend. This was risking their entire relationship.. either for the worst or, hopefully, for the better.

"Damn slow, marimo," the cook teased back as he turned them around, not planning to let Zoro have all the control in whatever they were about to be doing. "I-If we're doing this, I'm not gonna play along to your pace. I'm a guy, too! You're the slow one!"

He unclasped himself from the other's tight hold and stood up, a clouded blue iris staring down from a small partway in the golden tresses half-covering his face. Cream-colored, thin fingers continued where the marimo had left off at, tugging off his pants until he remained in his light-blue boxers. The dark pants were pushed off to the ground, the undetermined blond studying the marimo with the thick cloud of lust he was obviously wrapped in, amazingly lustful half-lidden eyes following each move the cook made.

When those pants reached the floor and were stepped out of, the hungry smirk on Zoro's lips only spread further turning into a cocky grin. "Mm, I guess you're right. I'm sure I can fix that," he taunted back, the two far too familiar with teasing each-other. Apparently, it wasn't much different than the usual back and forth, perhaps only more.. perverted. At least Zoro liked to think so.

A small smirk appeared on the blond's face as he watched the tanned, well-built arms do the same. The moss-head pushed his shoulders into the bed as he lifted his hips and said goodbye to his own pair of dark green pants. The only difference... was that he didn't remain patient enough to keep his underwear on, black tight boxers pushed down along with the pants with no regret or second thought what-so-ever.

The blond's visible eye from underneath the soft bangs flicked down on the other's body, having watched every muscle on his crewmate's tight body tense and release when he lifted his hips, working into relaxation as he laid back on the bed only to rest on his elbows staring up at Sanji.

"Like what you see?" the older male asked as he cut a deep stare up at Sanji after watching the blond shove off his pants just the same. He felt so amused with the embarrassed expression on Sanji's face.

Sanji smirked, a small dimple appearing at the corner of the left corner of his lips, "Tch! Like I'd be impressed by a guy," he teased, though he was well aware it was readable on his face, that he indeed liked what he was seeing.. Hell, if anything, it was frightening.

His tone of voice playful though taunting, the cook leaned down until he placed his right knee on the bed near the outside of Zoro's left one. He advanced just a bit longer until he could support his lean body on his palms, hovering above Zoro as he moved forward slowly, like a smitten golden leopard. "But I'll give you that," he finally admitted, now that he felt more in control. Sanji finally felt like he wasn't being hunted, instead being the hunter as he hovered closer and closer above the marimo, until he was chest above chest with the broader framed male.

The swordsman couldn't help but tug at his lower lip with his teeth, moistening it with his tongue before releasing it again. He watched the chef advance, the distance soon becoming so small that it was more to his own taste. Zoro was sure that Sanji had no idea just how fucking hot he was right then, feline-like hips swaying dangerously slow as he seemed so damn taunting in his taunting moves.

"Aren't you going to run away scared anymore, 'chicken'?" the marimo asked with a leering expression on his face, daring eyes and grin challenging Sanji for an answer. Heh, if he thought he was gonna stay in control for long, he was sorely mistaken.

The cook glared, blue eyes slanting down tightly as he reached just five centimeters away from Zoro's head. They were so close now, Zoro could already feel the other's hot breath on his skin, hungrily opening his lips to move forth and capture his rival's lips. "Aww, don't be like that," he complained when Sanji pulled back before he could touch him.

When Sanji merely smirked tauntingly, the first-mate went for his lips again, this time faster and harder. Their lips mashed together in a strong heat. Zoro decided to take back the control, taking that next moment to grip hard onto Sanji's upper arms again before throwing him down onto the bed. There was no way he was the prey or even close to it. It was as big of a chance for that as there was for a snowflake to survive in the hot, humit heat of hell. None what-so-ever. Ever. Hell no!

The blond moaned into his mouth in the invading kiss, their tongues fighting against each-other for control even now. Sanji had never relinquished control before and he had no idea how to let himself be led into that particular situation. However, as good as he was with the aim and sways of his moist tongue against the other's, he just couldn't win when Zoro sucked around it, drawing it out enough to playfully nibble on and release.

There was little time to moan or whimper a complaint, Sanji noticed tensely, when Zoro clasped his lips over his again, kissing the life out of him. His face, neck and ears were flushing red at the most incredible of speeds as his skin flushed with sweat from the heat growing inside him.

Heads tilted to latch onto the other more properly, saliva shared between the two hungry mouths and extraordinary, tasty lust could definitely be felt in the immense heat burning among them. The only thing they could each feel was the other's pillowy, fleshy lips and flavorful, delicious tongues.

Just the same... Sanji didn't even register when the other's hands swiftly shimmied the boxers from the cook's hips. He was leaving him naked and unguarded against the intense bright grey eyes. It didn't even register at first, automatically raising his hips slightly to let them be stolen. That lasted as far as the kiss when the wide-eyed blond blinked confusedly as he finally looked down upon Zoro's release of the kiss.

"F-Fuck," he muttered in gasping, heated surprise. It wasn't so much that he was embarrassed for being naked and soon to be grazing against the moss-head's body, but it was the fact that Zoro had actually kissed him so deliciously heatedly that he'd distracted him from it entirely. His face reddened at the simple realization. He gulped and licked at his abused, swollen lips as he looked up at the marimo, following that invading pair of lips and sultry eyes gleefully staring down.

"What're you smirking for?" the cook asked as he frowned. He couldn't help but be annoyed with how smug Zoro looked right then as he trailed his ohhh, so, so very distracting hands over the tight smaller abs underneath, admiring the paler, smoother skin.

The marimo laughed, "You look too damn hot, cook, has anyone ever told you that?" the man admitted curiously, wondering if the blond even know just how goddamn sexy he was. If he didn't, he made a mental note to always point that out. Well, as long as it didn't go up to his head.

Sanji averted his eyes whilst his lips curled down into an embarrassed pout, "Don't say crap like that to a guy, you shitty marimo," he argued, trying to defend from the rushing blood going up to his face.

"Don't worry, I'll only say it enough for you to become 'aware' of it.." Zoro promised amusedly with a wider leering glint in his eyes as his hands reached the blond's chest, continuing more freely without the shirt. Now, that darn barrier was no longer, and Zoro couldn't be more pleased as he could tease his target even more.

"Tch..." the blond smacked his tongue in blushing annoyance right before his lips gasped open from the rubbing motions around his pink nubs. "D-Don't do that, mo-..ron, fu...fuck-..ing hell.." he muttered as he tried to control the sounds his chest and mouth let out involuntary. Small moans still escaped. Sanji wasn't sure if it hurt or felt damn good at the mixture of strange feelings.

Never in his relationships had he ever done something like that. It was one thing to do so to a woman, another to have someone toy with 'him'.

Until recently, he would've claimed male breasts to be far less sensitive than a woman's so what the hell was the point?.. Yet, here he was, or rather, here 'they' were... Zoro's fingers making quick torment of his body through the simple acts of churning and circling around his own fleshy nubs, feeling them harden tightly between his calloused fingertips. He couldn't stop small gasps and moans escape his lips because of the unusual touches.

"Let me guess, you're 'not' enjoying this one bit," Zoro teased sarcastically, knowing so well that Sanji was fully enjoying the odd ministrations, feeling the blond's slack member below him as it started to harden and twitch against his own loins. 'Perfect,' he thought, oh so pleased with himself when Sanji reacted in such a pleasant way. He wasn't going to give him one second more to reply, too many lustful thoughts swimming in his mind.

Without giving it another moment, the swordsman leaned down and hurriedly tightened his lips around the small over-sensitized little things, allowing his tongue to circle and suckle around them passionately. He couldn't continue to hold back one bit. It wasn't possible, especially when his ears caught such unwilling soft gasps and reluctant moans that escaped the other's moist lips.

The blond's head fell back against the soft bed. It was hardly a moment later that blue eyes shut tightly.

Curses left his lips, brokenly at that, between pleasure-filled whimpers, when Zoro's right hand sneaked down and wrapped itself around the blond's needy member. Noticing just how hard Sanji had gotten already, Zoro couldn't be more pleased.

He slowly and 'firmly' began to stroke him, lifting his head just enough to watch him with glimmering, hungry eyes. Fuck, he was beautiful.. He didn't even like guys before this, Zoro reminded himself. Hell, he still didn't like guys.. How, though, could he become so enthralled with that dazed gaze and that long, slender, incredibly skilled body the cook owned... with that annoying way they argued so passionately day by day? It was like.. he couldn't resist...

It was like a dam itself had broken, 'ages' upon ages of restrained tension rushing out to drown them and make his eyes widen to what was exactly before him.. Sanji...

Oh, fuck, how beautiful he was... and Zoro knew he had not one single chance to resist.

If he would die, as Blackleg had told them... then he was happy with this.. He was happy to have this at least once.. to feel him under his fingertips and his lips.. to feel that heart drumming so vividly in Sanji's chest as he pressed his body against him...

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As he 'finally' joined their bodies together and pressed 'deeply' into his body... feeling that 'unbelievable', amazing, unending heat inside Sanji as the cook held onto his neck and dipped his nails into his upper back to leave red tracks behind their touch...

"H-Haah... haaahhh... nnhh... haa... Ahhh...~" moans resonated in the room as the blond held tightly onto Zoro, his entire body burning with heat as pleasure pooled at the deepest part of his core and continued to bubble up tensely... Ohh, heavens, it was glorious... It was 'so' glorious in how amazing it felt after that initial, momentary pain...

Jikku.. jikkuu.. jikkuuh.. jikku.. Kikku.. kukku... kikkuu..

Sounds of their bodies smacking one against the other resonated in the room as Zoro continued to thrust and 'fill' him up fully... in a way neither of them had ever experienced before. The smell of sex was all around them, sweat all but turning to steam as their bodies boiled from the delicious friction between them. Sanji's lungs were filled with their scent mixed together and his tongue felt their tastes combined as they kissed passionately... 'breathlessly' joining their mouths in passion, again and again.. and again... as their bodies remained joined together so very.. perfectly.

"Z-Zoro...! H-Haahhh, s-so clooose..." the blond moaned, his head pressing back against the bed before struggling to lift it, as powerless as he felt, only to press it against Zoro's neck. They were taking a small break from the endless, deepened kisses, if only to replenish their lungs with oxygen, but his mouth was already hungry for more, hungrier than ever... He could hardly believe he'd existed without this feeling... without these sensations until now... without Zoro inside him. How had he? Oh, heavens, how had he?..

Zoro chuckled low in his throat as he tightened his left hand in Sanji's hair at the back of his head, pressing him close against his body.. "Mmnghh... Haahh, ahh, c-cook... J-Just.. c-cum, ahh... for m-me... I'm c-close, too... G-Gahh, s-so tiiight... f-fucking per-...perfect inside..~" the marimo breathed out between thrusts. "Too, haa.. d-damn close...!" It was a damn fight to hold back, but he hadn't wanted to allow his body to release before his lover.

He trailed his free hand up Sanji's neck, pressing his large palm and his calloused fingers along the smooth skin as they trailed up Sanji's chin, bringing him back into sight as he pulled him back from his neckline.. Zoro wanted to see him and his beautiful reactions, getting drunk on the ecstasy those things provided him with so heatedly.

His index and middle finger dipped in between the blond's parted, moist lips. Gently pulling his chin down as he pressed under his tongue to open his mouth more, Zoro soon began to use his fingers to toy with the blond's drenched, lustful tongue... leaning down to kiss the moaning mouth at the same time... Ahh, how he loved seeing Sanji's face flush like that when he teased him...~

"C-Cum for me, damn it..." he purred against his mouth. At this rate he wouldn't last long... Sanji's inner muscles were clenching around his shaft and squeezing the very pulsing blood out of it as he truggled not to cum. S-Shit, it was becoming an impossible mission...!

Sanji moaned and panted heatedly as he gazed up with dazed, lust-ridden eyes at the first mate, moaning around his invasive fingers while saliva glistened on the lewd digits. The blond's eyes shut tightly as his nails dug deeper in Zoro's back, feeling the pleasure pooled at the bottom of his groin rise and ready itself to burst out.

"NNNghhhhhh~!" the blond cried out, his body trembling from the intense , syrupy, white seed exploded from the moist slit at the top of his member and painting both of their torsos in blobs of thick goo, whilst Zoro's own semen flooded his insides with the most pleasant of warmths.

"Grrrhhh...!" Zoro moaned at the same time, both of his hands burying themselves in Sanji's hair as he tightened his hold on him. His member was currently being suffocated by ecstatic burst of heat and clutching flesh as if Sanji's snug rear was all but trying to tear off his cock and swallow it cock. His body jerked in unbelievable pleasure... S-Shit, he'd never live another day without doing this from now on, he decided all too eagerly. T-This was... This was unbelievable!

Panting, the two of them finally collapsed onto the bed limply after the shattering orgasms rippling so strongly through their bodies.. among limbs entangled together and flushed skin pressed tightly against one another. Both of them wore red nibbled spots on their necks and chests and a few 'too' many scratches on their shoulders and backs.

Tonight... had been glorious.. in the most amazing of ways, thought Zoro, tiredly lifting his head and pressing a soft smooch at the side of Sanji's forehead. He then gazed down at the blond, smiling contently. "We should.. get a few re-do's done tonight... e-eh?" he asked impishly, not yet ready to stop for the night..

Even as tired and pleasured as Sanji felt, so very, very 'damn' sore, now that the cloud of lust was finally cooling off... the blond opened his eyes and gazed up at Zoro. "A-Again? H-Haah...I don't t-think.. t-that my body.. can take it right n-now..." he grumbled, starting to feel the ache in his lower body, the more his heat settled.

"I'll do all the work, don't worry~" he reassured with a grin as he pulled out of Sanji with a 'squelch', smirking proudly and happily as the semen trickled out from the blond's insides. Ahh, that looked magical... Soooo damn sexy, he thought... all but feeling his mouth water as it quickly became drenched with saliva.

Sanji yelped at the sudden emptiness and gazed up with wide eyes and a major blush on his cheeks. He reached up with trembling hands, pushing them at Zoro's head to make him look away. "I said NO, d-damn you! Y-You pervert! You ate enough!" he yelled in embarrassment.

Zoro shook his head to escape the other's hands before grinning pervilly. "But i'm not fuuuull yet...~" he whined, grinning coyly all the while.. which made Sanji's face light up even more.

Reaching down suddenly at the cook's hips, Zoro suddenly uprooted him from the spot and turned him around so he'd face the bed instead. "Relaaax, cook~ Just let me take care of you~" Zoro declared reassuringly, smirking cockily while Sanji's face only continued to flush red so deeply that even the tips of his ears and neck colored red.

D-Damn it, this pervert was going to eat him up until nothing was left, thought Sanji... though his eyes relaxed and another moan was easily drawn from him when the lengthy, aroused member once more filled him up 'deeply'..

Zoro smirked and panted pleasurably as he lifted the other's rear and groped needily at the fleshy mounds while thrusting in slowly but deeply..

"H-Haah... J-Just get on w-with it.. a-a few m-more times.." Sanji replied in an embarrassed mumble, right before another moan escaped his lips...

What? It felt too damn good to resist..

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Sanji rested his left cheek on the white pillow in their joint quarters, staring at the back of Zoro's head. The marimo had finally fallen asleep, after hours and hours of intense love-making.

They'd.. really done it, he thought with a slightly sheepish smile, knowing Zoro couldn't see how happy he felt about it. He'd 'really' given in... and, honest to god, he didn't regret a damn moment. It had been scary and hurt for a while there, but being that close to this lovable, 'irritating' idiot.. Well, it had felt a million times better than all that tension he felt towards him. That magnetic pull was yanking him in, dreaming of it, thinking of it...

Right now, he just felt.. so unbelievably content... and 'sore',

Nothing more, nothing less.

At least.. regarding being with Zoro.

Turning over to lay on his hurting back, the blond stared up at the ceiling of their room. He couldn't allow things to go as Blackleg had told them it would... He would 'never' allow that to happen.. To have his crew end up in such a deplorable state, to hear their lives would be forever changed because he'd let Zoro die three days from now.. God, he would never ruin their lives like that.

Zoro might trust him to not make the same mistake, but he sure as hell didn't. He didn't trust himself. To do that would be a mistake. He just had to learn from the older Blackleg's mistakes, 'his' future mistakes...

The marimo would not die because of him, not now, not ever... not after this. Not after anything. He was too important, the glue that held that crew together. They'd find another cook, sure, but Zoro was indispensable... At least, he was to him, as pathetic as that sounded even in the privacy of his own mind.

Tilting his head to the left side, Sanji reached up and raked his left hand's slender digits through Zoro's spiky green strands. He smiled softly, letting his hand feel him just one more time before he'd do what he had to.

A few quiet moments later, the cook slowly sat up, cringing at the pain in his back. Shit, that was one good reason to let Zoro die, or kill him himself even. He chuckled quietly at the thought before leaning down to grab his clothes from the floor.

He grabbed a rucsac and a few changes of clothes before stuffing it half-full and pulling it over his shoulder.

In minutes, the blond walked out of the room, slowly unlocking the door and walking out quietly before pulling it closed. Luck had it that Zoro slept like a damn ox, he thought, resting his hand on the wooden door as he gazed blankly at it with sadness in his eyes.

Once he washed up and grabbed a few food items from the galley, Sanji made his way to the lower deck to unload Franky's modified version of the White Rocking Horse, the waver Nami used to quickly get around at times.

No sooner than he reached the Super Soldier Dock System, in the lower level of the inner ship, Sanji's eyes fell upon the older version of himself. Blackleg stood leant against the waver, glaring up at him. "Expecting me, huh? Guess a time-jump ability's pretty damn useful to someone as broken as you," said the younger blond, continuing down to the waver, expecting the other to move from the spot.

"You're gonna end up making me disappear sooner than I have to," said Blackleg, taking off his large cream-colored cowboy hat to place it atop the Mini Merry near the waver. He ruffled his longer hair before tying his hair low on his shoulder again.

Sanji felt a little crept out seeing his older self look so damn.. tired, and exasperated. He could hear it in his voice, too. "Have no idea what you're talking about," he said, "I need that. Do you mind?"

"Do I mind 'what'?.. Letting my stupid younger self kill himself on a single-person rescue mission? What makes you think you even have a damn shot at this? Can't you see just how ridiculous you're being?"

Sanji glared at the words, watching the other silently.

"You know.. because you made this decision now, the entire future changed again? I had to retrace a few weeks back just to stop you from doing this tiny stupid decision to walk out by yourself. I can't keep using my ability endlessly, I've already abused it for the past year just to get back twelve damn years to help you stop this horror..! If I do... I'll disappear and you'll go off getting Zoro killed fucking AGAIN, just differently! Do you really want to see everyone devastated and broken down like I have?!" Blackleg yelled, taking a few steps closer towards the smaller blond.

"That's 'exactly' what I'm trying to avoid, you fuckin` asshole! You might've lost all hope, but I sure as hell haven't! I just have to do this myself, not let Zoro die. If I die, they'll be fine, they'll get over it! But he can't!"

"Don't you understand, you idiot?! You're so damn lucky to have him now, and you're throwing him aside, leaving him behind when he's alone. What do you think that'll do to him? Think he'll be happy when you die? How the hell do you think that a broken Zoro will affect the crew then, huh?! We need a different solution! Neither of you can die, I won't let it!"

Sanji glared at the older blond. He knew the asshole was right. Hell, they were the same person, he understood the prick, but.. still.. This was not the same future the guy had come to let them know of. Anything else.. it was worth changing.

"I know you mean well... I want nothing more than to stay and go with him and Brook to save the crew.. But the risk that he 'could' die because I'm too weak.. I can't take that risk. I need him to live. I need all of them to live, as they are, not soulless, desperate, broken-down... I need them just as they are.. If I have to die for that... it's okay... isn't it?"

The older man stared down at his hopeful young self with a sad, blank gaze. His formerly blue eyes, long since turned grey-blue, watched Sanji for a long, tense minute. He reached up to place his right hand on the cook's left shoulder, shaking his head.

"Don't you get it, lil`eggplant?" he asked in a murmured tone, "If you die now.. I don't get the time-jump fruit from future Robin. Nobody lets you know about the trap, and Zoro dies again. It's more dangerous than letting it play out with Zoro and Brook helping you."

Sanji cringed and frowned at the words, eyes narrowing as he stared up at the other. He smacked his tongue and looked away, batting the other's hand off. "How in the hell can I protect him then? What if he still dies? How can I tell if what I'm doing is the safest thing?" Sanji asked. His voice was filled with need and plain despair, longing to have them, his precious friends, crew... family... to have them be safe.. Sane even, at that.

"Because you won't make the same mistake!" Zoro yelled from behind him. The cook swirled around to see his shipmate standing near the central staircase. He'd followed him down, the asshole, he thought momentarily. Shouldn't he have been asleep, damn it?!

"M-Marimo.." Sanji murmured, gulping as he stood back, turning to see his lover. "What-.. H-How did you-.."

"Know you'll try something like this?" Zoro muttered angrily, "You forget I know you too damn well, cook. You think I wouldn't do the same damn thing if things were reversed? I'd do anything to keep you alive, even go to certain death, but I won't allow you to do it for me...!" Zoro yelled before breathing out and trying to relax subtly. "Look.. I 'need' you to do this.. like air.." the marimo murmured at the end, taking a few steps closer whilst his chest drummed painfully as he watched his lover's emotions flash over his face.

Uncertainty, disgust with himself, fear, disappointment and worry that he'd fail, and so many more that made Zoro's stomach churn knowing Sanji felt them.

"You can't go to the island.. Luffy, Nami-san, Robin-chan, Usopp, everyone.. They'll all be crushed if you die..." said the blond, voice fading out to softer and more dejected than since this whole nightmare had started, "'I'.. will be crushed if you die.."

"Then don't 'let' me die," Zoro stated simply, smiling a little at his lover's stupid hopeless words. The first mate reached up with his right hand, gripping tightly at the back of Sanji's neck as he shook him a little.

"'All' you have to do is trust me, know that I'll win this time. This time we won't expect Blackbeard and the crew back, we know they won't be there. I can deal with their first mate.. and you'll be there waiting for me. You won't leave after you get everyone out.. That'll be all I need to survive. You being there for me, waiting.. I need you to 'trust' me.. as you've always done.. no matter how much we bickered and fought.. I 'need' you to do that now, cook.."

Blackleg looked away sourly when he remembered what happened in another reality he'd barely escaped in his jumps, in the one Sanji had been waiting. Sanji had died, attacked by a second group of mercenaries, part of the ones they'd heard coming, mistaking them for Blackbeard's crew. Zoro had escaped then, but Sanji hadn't. He'd barely time-jumped before that possibility had taken effect.

It didn't matter.

As long as Zoro survived, he didn't care if he'd disappear. Sanji couldn't learn of that possibility. It had to happen. He didn't know what effect that would have, but... it 'had' to be better than the future 'he' knew. Zoro was their glue. 'He' was needed. He wasn't the first mate for no damn good reason.

And he was the love of his short, sad, miserable life... The one he'd come all this way for..

He was the only one he really cared about. His life? He didn't need it if Zoro wasn't in it..

"I'll.. trust you," said Sanji after a longer moment of silence. "Y..You'd better not lose this time.. I'll wait.. I'll wait for you as much as you need. I won't leave," said the blond, smiling as Zoro grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him close. "I won't.. I'll get them out and I'll wait for you on the shore... I'll wait... I swear.. I won't leave.."

"That's all I need.. It'll be enough. I'll win this time, you'll see, cook," Zoro whispered against his neck, clutching him tight to his chest.

Blackleg's eyes became shaded and he turned to walk away from the two idiots.

God, Sanji didn't realize just how lucky he was to even get these three days with Zoro, to 'really' be with him, thought Blackleg as he walked up the ladder to the upper levels. He, himself, hadn't ever had the chance to really do that. He'd played hard to get and he'd lost him before he could even admit to his feelings, just because he'd been scared. Oh, and how he'd missed and wished and screamed at the skies for a different outcome..

For years, he'd prayed, been devastated.. He hadn't really moved on from that. It had eaten him up inside. It still 'was'.. This wasn't 'his' Zoro... From the moment he'd jumped back in the past, this had become a different reality... It was one.. but not the same..

Dying was alright.. as least this Sanji had him for even just a short while longer, a luxury he, himself, had never been lucky enough to have.

They'd turn out better if he died in battle instead of Zoro being abandoned, he told himself again.. They could get through that. He knew they could.. even if he hadn't ever 'seen' that particular thread of possibility to the very end, having skipped as quickly as he could before he'd faded from that reality...

Sadly, time jumping wasn't as precise as he wanted, but.. hopefully things would turn out better.. one way or another.

He had to hope, if nothing else..

-}-{-

"Come on, ero-cook.. Let's go back," Zoro said with a softer voice, pulling the blond closer with his hand still around the back of his neck. "I'm surprised you can even stand right now, after all that.." he added with an impressed, impish smirk.

Sanji blushed subtly in embarrassment and cleared his voice, "Shut it, you shitty c-caveman.. Of 'course' it hurts.. You were damn relentless," he grumbled sullenly. His entire body ached in places he never knew he could 'feel'. Sigh.. "At least... carry me upstairs, will ya? You owe me that much..." he added with a sullen pout, gazing up at his fellow crewmate.

Zoro quirked a defiant brow... "Eeeehhh?" he whined loudly, "Do I have to, 'princess'?" the marimo teased.

The cook's eye twitched among his golden tresses, feeling his fists clench with anger before suddenly slamming one down hard on the other's head. "Fuck it! Go to hell on a skewer!" he yelled, his cheeks still red whilst his eyes glimmered dangerously with anger and embarrassment. Sanji began to stomp 'gingerly' towards the staircase after throwing his backpack into Zoro's arms. To hell with it, he wasn't carrying that upstairs, 'too'. The moron could carry it for him, he thought with a dark smirk.

He disappeared up the staircase while Zoro grumbled to himself below. "Damn, shitty, stubborn, tasty ero-cook..." the first-mate muttered to himself as he slung the backpack over his shoulder and followed upstairs sullenly. He was gonna mess him up ALL over again for that! Just wait for it, Ero-cook, he declared with a determined fist pump in his mind.

Tch... If he thought a pink, throbbing knot on his head was enough to keep him at length, then he was wrong.

It was all... so, so, so damn worth it.

-}-{-

Meanwhile, that same night...

A large ship continued its way across the icy waters, determinedly sailing towards West, to the very island of Belinige..

Deep in the lower decks, the Strawhats stood sprawled in pain on the floors of their see-through cells.

Having just woken up, Luffy gazed up with horror up at the men currently beating information about their missing crew-members from one of his friends.. "S-Stop that! O-Oi! Stop it! Leave my friend alone!" the captain yelled, watching as the two men kicked Usopp in the gut.. and then bent his long nose in two with their fists.

The rubber captain squirmed and struggled against the sea stone cuffs, but the more he did.. the more faded he felt. He couldn't muster any strength... W-Where in the world were they?!

Chopper sniffled behind him, gazing up with tear-stricken eyes up at Usopp.. "You b-bastards! C-Captain Usopp's army will have your heads for t-this..!" the young reindeer yelled between sniffling sobs.

Despite all of their screams and demands.. the sounds fell on deaf ears.

More hits resonated in the large hall while gasps of pain left Usopp's lips. "Y-You'll.. g-get nothing... (cough) from... g-great.. c-captain, haa.. Usopp... (cough)" he breathed out shakily while blood dripped from his broken nose and lips.

Sanji...

Zoro...

They were coming... weren't they?

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