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[Sept 25] [One Piece] The Bet, Day 5
Title: The Bet (Chapter 5)
Day/Theme: Sept 25 - "a gentleman can have it all"
Series: One Piece
Pairing: SanjixZoro
Rating: NC-17
~!~
Day 5
~!~
The next day, Zoro noticed a change in the cook. Things were quiet. Subdued. The atmosphere around the ship hadn't changed, but when he walked into the kitchen he immediately noticed a difference in the air.
But the tense air was the smallest change.
When Zoro opened the kitchen door, he had to blink and take a step back. Sanji was seated at the table, wine glass in hand between his long fingers. A mostly empty wine bottle sat on the tabletop, the tinted glass reflecting off the small amount of light coming in from the single kitchen window. Smoke lazed through the room, drifting to the ceiling and escaping around Zoro out the open door.
With a grimace - because he had a pretty good idea why the cook was acting this way - Zoro snapped the door shut and walked forward to stand before the day-dreaming cook. "Oi, stop brooding."
Sanji lifted his head in Zoro's direction and took another drag on the cigarette before letting it out and responding. "Shut up."
Zoro frowned and pulled a chair out to join the cook at the table. He didn't like having to talk through something like this, but a brooding cook meant no food - and no food meant an angry captain. No wonder Luffy had demanded he speak to Sanji and work out whatever problems they were having.
"You ready to admit you were first?" Sanji asked.
Rolling his eyes, Zoro crossed his arms and sat back in the chair. "I don't think that matters anymore."
Cigarette between his fingers, Sanji tipped the wine glass back and gulped it all down. "Guess not," he muttered, reaching for the bottle.
Feeling his eyes widen because he had never seen Sanji drink wine so quickly - he was one of those who seemed to believe alchohol like wine was better sipped and enjoyed. Zoro reached out and grabbed the cook by the wrist and held on firmly. "Stop it."
Sanji's eyes narrowed. "Let go, stupid marimo."
But Zoro didn't drop the grip, mostly because Sanji wasn't struggling to get free and there just might have been a spark of gratitude in that glare. "What's got you so fucked up?"
"You!" Sanji shouted, pulling his arm out of Zoro's hold but not continuing to fill the now empty wine glass.
Zoro winced at the comment and glanced to the side. "Is it that hard..." he whispered.
"What?"
With a growl he faced the cook again, feeling his face flush. "Is it that hard to admit the truth?"
Sanji growled right back. "What truth?"
"Us!" Zoro exclaimed, feeling exasperated and embarrassed.
"What about us?"
Clenching his teeth, Zoro placed both hands on the table, leaning forward, and stared at the wood beneath his fingers. "I'm not fucking saying it out loud, shit-cook."
There was a moment of silence between them as Zoro continued to stare at the table, trying to will the blood in his face to flow like normal again. Sanji's slow breathes were especially tantalizing, even though he knew the cook was just simply smoking. As his mind and imagination drifted into the gutter, he started to get his wish - the blood started to flow elsewhere, just not exactly where he wanted.
"So, tell me, marimo. Why?"
Zoro lifted his head. "Why what?"
Sanji rolled his eyes and pushed his chair back, standing up and walking around the table. "Why do you let me?"
Zoro blinked, craning his neck as Sanji moved behind him. "Let you...?" He gasped when he felt the cook sink into the chair behind him, wrapping those long legs around his ankles, forcing his body forward slightly and his legs back.
"Let me take advantage of you like it was easy or something," Sanji whispered against his neck.
A hand slipped beneath the haramaki, sneaking into his pants. Then talented fingers began to toy with the quickly hardening muscle they found there. He groaned at the touch, blushing more from the surprise sensation than anything.
"See, how the hell can you be that sensitive?" Sanji muttered before licking up his neck to rest below the ear and nibble lightly.
Zoro twitched and bit his lip instinctively at the moan, his fingers stretching and clenching in a rhythmic time with Sanji's similar motion below. He closed his eyes and tried to fight the spreading warmth but the cook was so damned determined to stake a claim of dominance. The cook's free hand had wrapped around his chest and was lifting the white shirt up to play with a responsive nipple.
"Nnng..." the moan escaped on its own, hidden only slightly because of the tongue touching the roof of his mouth.
Sanji snorted against his neck, causing Zoro to twitch at the rush of breathy air. "You sound like a girl when you do that."
Face flushing, Zoro attempted to respond but Sanji's talented fingers were stroking and squeezing and he just couldn't find the air to manage more than, "Shh - shut up..."
His body was screaming for more and with every movement of the cook's hands, he felt himself falling deeper and deeper. It wasn't until Sanji grunted behind him that he realized his body had arched backwards, needing, demanding more. It was an odd feeling, to admit his lack of control, to admit why he was relinquishing the dominance game so readily, so easily.
And then Sanji shoved him forward and he was gasping for breath as his stomach slammed into the table in front of him. Pain mixed with pleasure as the cook continued to play with him, sending him to a new realm and he bit his lip, drawing blood, with the effort to contain it.
He started to lower his forehead to the table, fingers already clawing at the wood, but Sanji's fingers came up and held onto his jaw, probing fingers into his mouth. And he realized why he gave in. It was a trust game more than a dominance game. Who better to trust than a nakama? It wasn't so much that he cared or anything...he just trusted Sanji, but that in itself was a huge step in a new direction.
Sure, he trusted Sanji in a fight, but apparently it went deeper. Because when it came to such intense emotion, he lost the control on his body and just gave in.
~!~
For his part, Sanji had stopped caring, stopped trying to decipher the meaning, stopped trying to analyze the reasoning. Had he admitted the truth like Zoro said? Maybe he had. Did he want to say it out loud? No, but neither did Zoro.
So he took advantage of the swordsman's weak point, taking slicked fingers and probing into the man's entrance, smirking when the green hair snapped back and the boy arched. He pumped a few times and then shoved another finger in, watching every twitch, every tremble.
And then he stopped.
~!~
When the cook pushed him so far and then stopped for no apparent reason, Zoro intended to spin around and smack him across the face, shove him down and force control if just to finish what he had started. This mindless teasing was starting to annoy him, beginning to become more of an aggravating annoyance than a simple game.
He managed to spin around but when he raised his arm it was only to claw into the wooden table as he was shoved backwards. The wine bottle and glass rolled and shattered on the floor below. He heard Sanji curse and then lips attacked his own, tasting of that disgusting red wine mixed with the flavor of cigarettes.
Any other time he may have gagged and forced the cook away, but the pleasure in his groin and the new fanning warmth set everything else to the side. Sanji entered and he cried out, suppressing it with a moan, but knowing the cook had deciphered it and logged it in his brain for teasing use later. He started to growl but Sanji thrust and he felt his head bang against the table, earning a throaty moan that seemed to vibrate against the cook's lips.
Fingers continued to stroke and play with his erection and he clawed at the table, as another thrust hit just the right point for him to grunt and try to move back into it, earning another thrust. The pace started to increase and Zoro lost his hold on Sanji's lips as the cook moved back to better angle, to have better control. He winced, moaned, and otherwise did his best not to cry out like a girl - as Sanji had so commented.
The thrusting stopped but he had yet to come, making Sanji the first this time. Just as it had been the first time, though the cook would never admit it. Zoro, panting, was about to reach over and finish himself, but to his surprise, the cook had actually left his lips in order to acquire something else. And Zoro couldn't help but call Sanji by name as his member was taken in whole by the cook's mouth.
He clenched his teeth shortly after and cursed the cook for making him such an intimate thing, but the damn pervert only chuckled and hummed making Zoro do it again.
And again.
Pleasuring him until the climax hit and his vision blurred for a few seconds, and he came down from his high feeling his face flush up significantly when he realized he was whimpering.
Sanji laughed, "Okay, so, the truth is..."
"It's your turn tomorrow," Zoro finished, amazed he could get the words out in one breath.
But Sanji's wide eyes and open mouthed expression was completely worth it. "Huh...what?"
Zoro laughed, refusing to get up from his position, knowing he would be sore as hell tomorrow. There had to be a better way to do this. "Just because...I give in..."
"Why do you, anyway?"
With a frown, Zoro tossed his earlier sentence and searched for the words to answer the question. "Uh...I guess...because it's you."
And he was immensely satisfied to see the cook blush at the comment. It was about damn time.
Day/Theme: Sept 25 - "a gentleman can have it all"
Series: One Piece
Pairing: SanjixZoro
Rating: NC-17
~!~
Day 5
~!~
The next day, Zoro noticed a change in the cook. Things were quiet. Subdued. The atmosphere around the ship hadn't changed, but when he walked into the kitchen he immediately noticed a difference in the air.
But the tense air was the smallest change.
When Zoro opened the kitchen door, he had to blink and take a step back. Sanji was seated at the table, wine glass in hand between his long fingers. A mostly empty wine bottle sat on the tabletop, the tinted glass reflecting off the small amount of light coming in from the single kitchen window. Smoke lazed through the room, drifting to the ceiling and escaping around Zoro out the open door.
With a grimace - because he had a pretty good idea why the cook was acting this way - Zoro snapped the door shut and walked forward to stand before the day-dreaming cook. "Oi, stop brooding."
Sanji lifted his head in Zoro's direction and took another drag on the cigarette before letting it out and responding. "Shut up."
Zoro frowned and pulled a chair out to join the cook at the table. He didn't like having to talk through something like this, but a brooding cook meant no food - and no food meant an angry captain. No wonder Luffy had demanded he speak to Sanji and work out whatever problems they were having.
"You ready to admit you were first?" Sanji asked.
Rolling his eyes, Zoro crossed his arms and sat back in the chair. "I don't think that matters anymore."
Cigarette between his fingers, Sanji tipped the wine glass back and gulped it all down. "Guess not," he muttered, reaching for the bottle.
Feeling his eyes widen because he had never seen Sanji drink wine so quickly - he was one of those who seemed to believe alchohol like wine was better sipped and enjoyed. Zoro reached out and grabbed the cook by the wrist and held on firmly. "Stop it."
Sanji's eyes narrowed. "Let go, stupid marimo."
But Zoro didn't drop the grip, mostly because Sanji wasn't struggling to get free and there just might have been a spark of gratitude in that glare. "What's got you so fucked up?"
"You!" Sanji shouted, pulling his arm out of Zoro's hold but not continuing to fill the now empty wine glass.
Zoro winced at the comment and glanced to the side. "Is it that hard..." he whispered.
"What?"
With a growl he faced the cook again, feeling his face flush. "Is it that hard to admit the truth?"
Sanji growled right back. "What truth?"
"Us!" Zoro exclaimed, feeling exasperated and embarrassed.
"What about us?"
Clenching his teeth, Zoro placed both hands on the table, leaning forward, and stared at the wood beneath his fingers. "I'm not fucking saying it out loud, shit-cook."
There was a moment of silence between them as Zoro continued to stare at the table, trying to will the blood in his face to flow like normal again. Sanji's slow breathes were especially tantalizing, even though he knew the cook was just simply smoking. As his mind and imagination drifted into the gutter, he started to get his wish - the blood started to flow elsewhere, just not exactly where he wanted.
"So, tell me, marimo. Why?"
Zoro lifted his head. "Why what?"
Sanji rolled his eyes and pushed his chair back, standing up and walking around the table. "Why do you let me?"
Zoro blinked, craning his neck as Sanji moved behind him. "Let you...?" He gasped when he felt the cook sink into the chair behind him, wrapping those long legs around his ankles, forcing his body forward slightly and his legs back.
"Let me take advantage of you like it was easy or something," Sanji whispered against his neck.
A hand slipped beneath the haramaki, sneaking into his pants. Then talented fingers began to toy with the quickly hardening muscle they found there. He groaned at the touch, blushing more from the surprise sensation than anything.
"See, how the hell can you be that sensitive?" Sanji muttered before licking up his neck to rest below the ear and nibble lightly.
Zoro twitched and bit his lip instinctively at the moan, his fingers stretching and clenching in a rhythmic time with Sanji's similar motion below. He closed his eyes and tried to fight the spreading warmth but the cook was so damned determined to stake a claim of dominance. The cook's free hand had wrapped around his chest and was lifting the white shirt up to play with a responsive nipple.
"Nnng..." the moan escaped on its own, hidden only slightly because of the tongue touching the roof of his mouth.
Sanji snorted against his neck, causing Zoro to twitch at the rush of breathy air. "You sound like a girl when you do that."
Face flushing, Zoro attempted to respond but Sanji's talented fingers were stroking and squeezing and he just couldn't find the air to manage more than, "Shh - shut up..."
His body was screaming for more and with every movement of the cook's hands, he felt himself falling deeper and deeper. It wasn't until Sanji grunted behind him that he realized his body had arched backwards, needing, demanding more. It was an odd feeling, to admit his lack of control, to admit why he was relinquishing the dominance game so readily, so easily.
And then Sanji shoved him forward and he was gasping for breath as his stomach slammed into the table in front of him. Pain mixed with pleasure as the cook continued to play with him, sending him to a new realm and he bit his lip, drawing blood, with the effort to contain it.
He started to lower his forehead to the table, fingers already clawing at the wood, but Sanji's fingers came up and held onto his jaw, probing fingers into his mouth. And he realized why he gave in. It was a trust game more than a dominance game. Who better to trust than a nakama? It wasn't so much that he cared or anything...he just trusted Sanji, but that in itself was a huge step in a new direction.
Sure, he trusted Sanji in a fight, but apparently it went deeper. Because when it came to such intense emotion, he lost the control on his body and just gave in.
~!~
For his part, Sanji had stopped caring, stopped trying to decipher the meaning, stopped trying to analyze the reasoning. Had he admitted the truth like Zoro said? Maybe he had. Did he want to say it out loud? No, but neither did Zoro.
So he took advantage of the swordsman's weak point, taking slicked fingers and probing into the man's entrance, smirking when the green hair snapped back and the boy arched. He pumped a few times and then shoved another finger in, watching every twitch, every tremble.
And then he stopped.
~!~
When the cook pushed him so far and then stopped for no apparent reason, Zoro intended to spin around and smack him across the face, shove him down and force control if just to finish what he had started. This mindless teasing was starting to annoy him, beginning to become more of an aggravating annoyance than a simple game.
He managed to spin around but when he raised his arm it was only to claw into the wooden table as he was shoved backwards. The wine bottle and glass rolled and shattered on the floor below. He heard Sanji curse and then lips attacked his own, tasting of that disgusting red wine mixed with the flavor of cigarettes.
Any other time he may have gagged and forced the cook away, but the pleasure in his groin and the new fanning warmth set everything else to the side. Sanji entered and he cried out, suppressing it with a moan, but knowing the cook had deciphered it and logged it in his brain for teasing use later. He started to growl but Sanji thrust and he felt his head bang against the table, earning a throaty moan that seemed to vibrate against the cook's lips.
Fingers continued to stroke and play with his erection and he clawed at the table, as another thrust hit just the right point for him to grunt and try to move back into it, earning another thrust. The pace started to increase and Zoro lost his hold on Sanji's lips as the cook moved back to better angle, to have better control. He winced, moaned, and otherwise did his best not to cry out like a girl - as Sanji had so commented.
The thrusting stopped but he had yet to come, making Sanji the first this time. Just as it had been the first time, though the cook would never admit it. Zoro, panting, was about to reach over and finish himself, but to his surprise, the cook had actually left his lips in order to acquire something else. And Zoro couldn't help but call Sanji by name as his member was taken in whole by the cook's mouth.
He clenched his teeth shortly after and cursed the cook for making him such an intimate thing, but the damn pervert only chuckled and hummed making Zoro do it again.
And again.
Pleasuring him until the climax hit and his vision blurred for a few seconds, and he came down from his high feeling his face flush up significantly when he realized he was whimpering.
Sanji laughed, "Okay, so, the truth is..."
"It's your turn tomorrow," Zoro finished, amazed he could get the words out in one breath.
But Sanji's wide eyes and open mouthed expression was completely worth it. "Huh...what?"
Zoro laughed, refusing to get up from his position, knowing he would be sore as hell tomorrow. There had to be a better way to do this. "Just because...I give in..."
"Why do you, anyway?"
With a frown, Zoro tossed his earlier sentence and searched for the words to answer the question. "Uh...I guess...because it's you."
And he was immensely satisfied to see the cook blush at the comment. It was about damn time.