Heat
Chapter 6 - Reality
Sanji’s golden hair glinted in the sunlight that spilled from the high
windows. Every beaded drop of water on his skin became a prism and he
looked like he was scattered with diamonds. His knuckles were white
where he pressed his palms into the slick tiles. His long, powerful
legs were spread and his back arched. The water from the shower was
running down his back and over his dimpled ass. After a minute offering
up his perfect body, he turned around,
“You’re not going to back down now are you, moss-head?”
In a breath, Zoro was between his legs. He clutched one hand to Sanji’s
sharp hip and the other to the cook’s shoulder, pulling him back and
against the swordsman’s hungry body. He felt the water running down his
hyper-sensitive skin and the cook’s heat was dissolving into his skin.
“I never back down,” Zoro growled in his ear. Sanji responded by
grinding his ass against the swordsman’s body causing hot shivers to
shoot from his groin. The cook was so full of lust and passion, the
smell of his hot skin alone reeked of sex. Zoro pushed back and the
friction made Sanji moan and squirm. The feeling of the cook grinding
against him and his soft urgent moans were so delicious. Zoro drew his
hands together and his fingers squeezed Sanji’s nipples, then he arched
his back and he rubbed his cock slowly and deliberately against the
cook’s eager thrusting ass. He could feel the heat from between the
Sanji’s legs and watching the water flow off the cook’s perfectly round
and dimpled buttocks was almost too much. Sanji’s hand grabbed Zoro’s
cock and began to guide him forwards. It had been a long time since
Zoro had a lover that was so eager and he was torn between sating
Sanji’s desperate lust and toying with him for just a little longer…
Zoro could tell the cook was seconds off coming when he stopped the
swordsman giving him head. Zoro may not be a professional but he knew
his technique was pretty good. He liked to be in control in bed and he
loved the sound of desperate whimpers, so proper technique was a must.
Anyway, he was not the sort of man who did anything by halves. He let
Sanji lead him forwards but stopped when his cock pressed against
Sanji’s tight slick hole. The blonde groaned in frustration and growled
over his shoulder,
“You’re so fucking slow, I’m falling asleep here!” The cook’s
desperation was clear in his husky voice. His hand stroked up Zoro’s
cock and urged him on; he was more than ready. The swordsman grabbed
Sanji firmly by the wrists and then slammed him forwards into the wall,
pinning him there. He was going to do this his way.
He bit slowly down the cook’s neck, running his cock down the cook’s
ass crack. Sanji moaned and pushed back against him, hungry for more
contact, more sensation. The water flowed between their bodies,
caressing every curve and angle. Zoro leaned over the cook’s back and
pushed until he felt the heat give and the cook arched towards him and
spread his legs. He watched as his cock disappeared inch by inch until
he had to close his eyes and just let the water run over him. Sanji
bucked against him and he tightened his grip,
“Hold tight,” the swordsman whispered. He drove up firmly between
Sanji’s legs, feeling the heat close in on him. Sanji moaned and ground
his hips back, forcing Zoro into him up to the hilt. Sanji was so
fucking tight; Zoro struggled against the wriggling, gasping cook. He
secured his feet on the slippery floor and lifted Sanji into the air,
bringing him down hard and fast to press deep between the cook’s legs.
Sanji’s hands spread wide against the wall, his arms taking the force
of Zoro’s urgent thrusts. “There! SHIT, there!” The cook gasped as Zoro
angled Sanji’s hips to get as deep as he could go. He felt the muscles
ripple around him and then Sanji’s screams echoed on the marble, as
streams of white coated the tiles in front of them. Zoro slowed his
pace and started to lower the cook back to the ground. His cock was
aching with the effort of stopping but he wanted Sanji to know the some
men weren’t just assholes looking for someone to fuck. Sanji legs
touched the ground and he stood, wobbly for a minute. Zoro made to pull
away, but the cook stopped him, squeezing his ass around Zoro’s thick,
aching cock.
“Keep going,” he gasped, “more…” He braced his arms out and turned away
squeezing Zoro’s cock again and moaning with the delicious friction.
Zoro took in the sight, the messy blonde hair and flushed cheeks, legs
spread wide. The smell of his come in the air was intoxicating, Zoro
wanted to turn him over and lick it from his muscled stomach, but the
cook’s ass was so hot and so fucking tight… Zoro thrust once, deep,
near lifting the cook off the ground again.
“Shitty… swordsman…” Sanji moaned. He bucked his hips back as Zoro
closed one hand on the cook’s firming cock. It was still sticky with
come and Zoro licked it from his fingers. With each delicious lick he
thrust hard. He could feel every contour of Sanji’s insides, every
rough inch of pleasure. Harder and harder he pushed, letting the
strength of his legs carry the cook’s weight. Sanji’s forearms buckled
and he pressed his elbows into the tiles, resting his forehead on the
cold surface. Zoro lessened the pressure but the cook pulled him back
with his ankles, practically kicking their bodies together. With every
stroke the cook bucked against him, squeezing his tip and groaning like
he was coming all over again. Zoro was so hard, watching the firm,
round ass cheeks clench over him as he drove deep between the blonde’s
legs.
He let one hand explore the cook’s body, roughly slamming him against
the wall with upward thrusts. He pinched Sanji’s nipples and grinned
when he heard the breathy moans get deeper. He raked his nails slowly
down and brushed his hands against the cook’s ridged cock. He kissed
Sanji’s neck and tasted the wet salt on his skin and the blonde began
to swear louder,
“Fuck! Hard… I’m coming…”
He closed his hands around the solid weight of Sanji’s erection and
finally let himself go. The blinding heat wrapped around him as he
lifted the cook high, he took control of the pointed hips and moved the
cook to his will, finding the place where he could press the deepest.
Sanji’s swearing faded away and his whole world became flesh grinding
on bone. Being inside this perfect body, bending it to his will. Making
the cook scream in pleasure, making him come so hard that he wouldn’t
be able to fuck for a week. In and out, in and out, rhythm and sweat.
Higher and deeper and harder every thrust. Sanji’s body was so tight,
rippling muscles drawing against his, fighting his every move for more
friction. Slamming against him with a force that would knock anyone
else clean off their feet. Zoro felt the tingling in his spine too
late, he slid in so fast plunging deep into Sanji’s heat. The cook
pulsed in his hand and Sanji’s scream slammed him back into reality
with a bolt of lust like lightning. Suddenly he was wet, sweaty and
growling as he took Sanji’s body as his own, pinning him fast and
pumping stream after stream of come into the perfect heat.
They were left, gasping as the water cascaded over them. Sanji’s hand
dropped and Zoro realised the cook had been pulling his hair. He hadn’t
even felt it. He lowered the cook to the floor and slowly pulled away.
Sanji turned and a lazy, satisfied smirk lingered on his lips.
“You’re in trouble now,” he said, blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
“You wouldn’t tell on me,” Zoro scoffed.
“Want a bet? I have quite an ironic sense of humour you know.” The
blonde smirked some more and Zoro suddenly remembered why he annoyed
the crap out of him.
“I know. You’re very fucking funny,” Zoro glared at the cook and
ignored his post-coital urge to cuddle the annoying prick, “I know you
won’t do it.”
“Why?” The cook was clearly enjoying this a lot. “Like I said before,
you can’t do anything.” The cocky grin had nearly taken over his entire
face.
“Oh yes I can…” The swordsman leaned forwards and looked straight into
Sanji’s twinkling eyes. “You tell the Sultan… and I won’t fuck you.”
The grin sagged comically. He clearly had not thought of that. Zoro
collected his clothes and left the room as Sanji was finishing his
shower. He couldn’t make sense of the cook or his weird moods, but one
thing was for sure: he had never made such an empty threat in all his
life.
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The swordsman slept. He trained. He ate. He lazed around as much as way
humanly possible and then some. He ignored the gorgeous sun-kissed
days. He ignored the gorgeous star-filled nights. He ignored the
gorgeous half-naked blonde.
Mostly.
Sanji had been quiet since the day when Zoro had seen him so upset.
Everything else after that seemed like a dream, especially because that
was all he had dreamed about ever since he had seen Sanji's ass. But he
had been so determined not to be left alone with the cook. So
determined to be strong… and then one minute he was just doing his job
like every other day and the next he was pounding Sanji’s brains out
against the bathroom wall.
Why hadn’t he just gone to the village and gotten laid like he had planned?!
Something about Sanji had changed though, since that day. The blonde
was still cocky, he was still a mouthy idiot… but there was just a
little less force behind his words. He seemed preoccupied, almost
angry. He was even too distracted to make the swordsman’s days hell
with overt glimpses of flesh and incredibly crude flirting. Zoro
thought over the events of that day: Sanji’s pained face, his
desperation and his barbed words. So much had happened; it was hard to
sift through the memories to get to the meaning underneath.
If Sanji was so miserable, what the hell was he doing here? And what
had happened to him? What had made him so damn angry?! Zoro’s
imagination was never one of his weak points and suddenly, he was livid
with rage. Just because Sanji was a concubine, it didn’t mean these
wealthy scumbags could use him however they wanted! No-one deserved to
be treated like that and the fact that Sanji just accepted it made him
even more angry. He knew that he really shouldn’t give a damn but he
just couldn’t sit back and watch a friend just fucking fade away. There
had to be something he could do. Think!
There had to be a reason that Sanji was here. Despite years perfecting
his body, the swordsman knew he had brain if he could be bothered using
it. Sanji only cared about two things: cooking and women. He also liked
flirting and fighting a hell of a lot but Zoro put that down to
personality. He wasn’t here to cook because the Sultan didn’t even know
he could cook when he hired him so it had to be a woman. He had seen
the blonde talking to Nami before but he had never really thought about
it too much. He talked to all the girls whenever they were within
earshot.
But just maybe...
And even though he didn’t know it at the time, with that fatal thought, it was over.
He really was too practical for his own good sometimes.
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A short talk to the Sultan later and Zoro found himself standing in a
corner in the rose garden. It had all been deceptively easy, so he was
still trying to figure out the catch. He didn’t even know how the hell
it had happened. One minute he was vowing to butt out and the next, he
was here with Sanji. He seemed to be having more and more of these
lapses of reason recently. Most of the time they were accompanied by
memories of low groans and desperate heat. He resolved not to think
about it too much, put it down to mind blowing sex and returned to the
task at hand. The scent of the roses was heavy all around him and all
he could see was the cook’s stomach.
He remembered feeling it slick with water and come as he took Sanji to that blissful brink… Stop. Come on, concentrate.
The blonde was staring at him. He slowly put a cigarette to his lips
and lit it, closing his eyes in pleasure as the first smoke hit his
lungs. Zoro blinked twice and re-focussed his eyes to a more
appropriate place for conversation. Sanji smirked,
“Why’d you drag me out here? Want another taste?”
He looked the blonde in the eyes and told him straight out. It was his
style in life and it seemed to work most of the time. “Sanji, I got you
a job as a chef here.”
“A chef?” Sanji glared through his pale fringe, “I don’t want to be a damn chef.”
“Well you are one.” Zoro glared. The guy loved to cook, what was his
damn problem? He should have expected it though, temperamental bastard.
“Well un-make me one.” The blonde glared back and took a deep drag on his cigarette.
“I can’t,” Zoro glared back. Of all the ungrateful… “I was only trying to help you!”
“Well un-help me, asshole! I want to stay here,” Sanji pouted something fierce.
Suddenly Zoro was pissed off. Stupid asshole hated the place and was
miserable all the fucking time! This whole situation was too ridiculous
for words! “What the hell is it with you and this place? Why the hell
are you even here!?”
“I want to stay with the ladies!” Sanji was slowly turning red with frustration and rage.
“The ladies can take care of themselves.” Zoro snorted. Crazy women.
“No she can’t!!!”
“She?” Zoro softened his voice just a little, he didn’t want the guy to go nuts.
Sanji glared, pulled a face and then sighed, “Nami.”
“…and…” Zoro leaned forward, trying to be encouraging. Just spit it out already!
“She came in here with some crazy plan. I just wanted to make sure that
she didn’t get hurt. She’ll do anything for money. It’s kind-of scary…”
“Ah,” Zoro nodded. Dumb-ass. The cook really didn’t give him enough
credit. “Would it make any difference if I said you were the chef for
the ladies and you’ll still be around them all day?”
This was the real question. Was it just about her or was it about the
men as well? Did he really like bein.. Zoro’s train of thought was cut
off by a very enthusiastic cook. One flying tackle later and the
swordsman was beginning to feel that the world didn’t look so bad.
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Nami lay in the biggest bed in the palace and congratulated herself.
Even if she hadn’t been able to get close to the Sultan’s son, she had
still managed quite well for herself. It had also been much more
enjoyable than the alternative. She was a little concerned that she
hadn’t thought of it quicker, actually. It just showed how good the
smell of treasure was here though… Very distracting.
The curtains of the bed rippled in the breeze and a dozen hands bloomed
on the bed around her naked body. Robin’s voice floated in from the
room beyond, confident and ever-so-slightly smug,
“Would you care for a massage before breakfast, Nami-kun?”
The words reminded her of that silly cook that had followed her into
the Palace. She had only met him a few days before that but for some
reason he insisted on helping her achieve her goal and she certainly
wasn’t going to dissuade him. A little help was always appreciated even
if he was a total idiot. He was pure lust and chivalry as far as she
could tell. At least he would be easy to ditch once she had her
treasure safe and sound.
“Hai, that would be blissful. I think I might have stretched a muscle
or two last night,” the Navigator grinned at the memories of contorted
bodies. It had been fun. She also felt like she was finally getting
closer to her goal, after this she might even have enough money to buy
her village back from that bastard…
“You seem tense,” Robin soothed, as she sat down on the end of the bed.
The hands began to caress her body, ironing out kinks with gentle,
sweeping strokes.
“No, I’m fine,” she beamed her best smile and relaxed. Of all the
things she had done to fulfil her dream, this was certainly not the
worst. Robin smiled back with dark eyes full of mystery; now this one
would be much harder to figure out.
