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Sanji didn't notice he had been flipped on his back by two strong tan hands, until he felt someone on his hands and knees over him. He took his hands from his face to look up at Zoro. He was between his legs, looking down at him with hazed eyes. His hand was on his chest, keeping him down.
"Wh...Wha?" Sanji meeped, his head swimming but confusion plastered plainly across his face. "What are you doing??"
A deep rumbling came from Zoro's throat as his answer. His piercing eyes scanned over the light skin peeking from Sanji's ruined flannel shirt, specifically his neck.The naked satyr bent down, making for that lily-white pillar with his mouth pantingly open; Sanji's hand on his face stopped him.
"Shitty venison dish." Sanji put all his leftover energy in inching Zoro back. He managed to fight against his superhuman strength to sit up by his elbows. He snarled at Zoro. "I can get you being grateful--but your bullshitting if you think you're getting anything more out of this. Back off."
Zoro didn't back off. He flashed the hunter an accusatory glare--'This is your fault, damn it'--and tore his hands from him. In a split second, he pressed up against Sanji and crushed his lips to the blond's.
Sanji yelped in his mouth. Tongue instantly conquered his surprised hot crevice, swirling against his. Zoro hummed--he tasted good. Better than he would have thought a shitty human would have--he wanted more, and pressed deeper against an unresponsive tongue. He was disappointed when with a trail of saliva, the mouth was pulled away as the owner edged backwards.
Instantly, Sanji opened his mouth to verbally attack the creature. "WHAT THE ********, not again damnit!!"
Sanji backed farther away when Zoro swooped to capture his mouth again. He yelped a curse of surprise when his hands met with nothing but air. He was suddenly falling backwards over the edge.
With a short fall and a splash, he hit the creek. Chilly water greeted his nerve endings, caressing him over. Sanji sputtered in the three inch deep water. He splayed pebbles and water everywhere in his panic, but just as we was calming and already instinctively turning to climb to the other side of the narrow creek and make an escape, a warm body stopped him, sitting on his legs. And then lips were against his again, pressing impatiently.
This time, Sanji resisted, even with tan fingers intermingling with his hair in a tingling way that drove him crazy. He gave Zoro a wall of teeth to get through. Zoro didn't seem to be bothered that much--he just wrenched back Sanji's head by his hair, and attacked his neck.
Sanji gasped at the pain, but melded it into a groan of unbidded approval when teeth scratched the base of his throat. Zoro grunted, his mouth sliding up the blond's throat as he nibbled and swirled his tongue against the sensitive flesh. Sanji shuddered, and Zoro smirked against his skin at his reaction.
"Ahh...st-stop...Stop!"
Sanji's words went unheeded. The only response he got was Zoro unwinding his fingers from gruffly holding his blond hair, slipping instead to brush his fingers against the tender back of his neck. The other hand slipped down, until it stopped at his chest. A bright ribbon of red flushed across his face when calloused digits dexterously undid each of the buttons to his soaked shirt--how could something that didn't wear clothes be so good at getting off clothes?!
He stuttered a negative at where this was going: "You sh-shitty moss-head! St-Stop it!"
Zoro growled a negative to his demands. When Sanji opened his mouth again, his lips were held immeadiately by the Satyr's, who swirled his tongue against his and dragged a moan from his throat. He moaned louder in the green-haired's mouth when Zoro burrowed his free hand under his open shirt and tweaked his n****e.
Oh gods. Had...had he really just moaned?! TWICE!?!
This was wrong--on so many levels! It was taboo, pratically unthinkable. He could get kicked out of the village for this. He could be put to death even. Forget Usopp--it was his own skin that was in trouble now.
Frantic, Sanji ignored the hot tingles electrocuting his body from Zoro's attention and tried to push him off. He got an 'a' for effort, but altogether it was useless. Satyr's had enormous strength--in his weakened state of blood-loss and spent energy, it was like trying to push a boulder off the blond's legs. He tried punching, but that backfired. With a smirk, Zoro grabbed Sanji's arm and suddenly pushed him down, his arm held over his head.
Sanji winced at the tiny pebbles digging into his back and skull, but didn't dwell on it when Zoro had his mouth to his neck again. He moaned at the possesive n** he got at where his neck met his skull, flushing so hard with embarrassment and pleasure that he didn't even feel the cold of the clear water. Zoro was lying on top of him, but he managed to grab Sanji's hand that was clawing his back and group with the other. He held them both with one, then somehow slipped the flannel shirt stained with blood off him and off to the side.
Sanji gasped and arched his back at his skin being exposed to the chilly spring air. Zoro chuckled--he actually chuckled, low and deep in his throat--and let his arms go to trace his fingernails down Sanji's sides. He used his mouth to open the hunter's wider, drinking in his rasping pants he made. His body was giving him away. So, Sanji noticed, was the satyr's. He didn't know what to think when something hard and fleshy brushed against his leg. Disgust didn't instantly bubble up--more like curiousity.
Seriously, he must have lost it.
Meanwhile, the stinking shirt that had been soaked in Usopp's odd concoction from a peddler floated downstream. Water lapped Sanji's skin, making him shiver. He had his hands on the green-haired man's shoulders, but they were simply perched there, as Sanji gasped and moaned inside the hot mouth over his. Zoro groaned with need at feeling the man writhe under him. It had been far too long. He barely noticed when the smell from before was gone--it bothered him for a second, but the other smell was still there. He drank that in instead. For some reason, it was better.
Sanji had gone off the edge of caring what this looked like. With his skin flushed, all he could think of was how hot his body was, and how he needed release. Yet he paniced when calloused fingers fumbled with the waistband of his pants. He broke from the kiss, starting to weakly exclaim against this.
BAMM!
A gun shot cut him off.
"Sir! The dog's are tracking something over here!"
"Follow them then, damn it. Sanji! SANJI!!"
Crap, there's pops calling.
Zoro was frozen over Sanji, all caressing stopped. He had his head lifted and cocked towards the sound of humans, for once looking like the mammalia he partly was. Sanji slowly slipped off the high he had been swimming in, realizing that this looked bad. Extremely bad.
He tried pushing against the rock-solid forest creature: "Oi, shitty moss-head!" he hissed, tried to beat and kick him awake. "Get the ******** outta here! Go, get!"
Zoro ignored him. His nose crinkled at the smell of nearby humans. He looked down hungrily at Sanji, who froze under that gaze. Conflicting forces fought each other in his head--stand up and flee from the humans, or...grab Sanji and finish what he had started.
The way he was twirling a finger in the blond's hair made it obvious which side was winning. He smirked, his need obvious. Sanji's adam's apple bobbed from him swallowing, his face beet red as Zoro stroked his cheek in thought.
Yet Chopper's bellow made him stop and snap his head up. He sounded far away, the message clear. He was shouting his name, looking for him.
That did it. Sanji held his breath, watching as Zoro gave him one last scalding rake with his eyes as he sat up on his knees. Then, like a breath of air, he was gone.
Sanji took in a breath. Then he sat up and quickly got on his feet to turn around and look behind him. All he saw was the haunches of a speckled buck diseppear into the underbrush across the streams, slipping through like a shadow. Soon, there was no trace of him left.