Creep (Zoro Edition)

"Creep (Zoro Edition)"

orig. 01/8/08 *edited

Elly x Sanji (rape), Elly x Zoro 

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Sanji scratched his head, stirring up his soft blond hair. He smoothed it in the next moment, then frowned, looked around again, and sighed. His stomach growled again and he ignored it as he pressed through the branches of the dense foliage. He'd always made fun of the asshole swordsman for getting lost, he thought bitterly. Now it had been a day in the forest and he hadn't even found any water. Sanji had faced starvation before - he knew the human body could go a long time without food.

He needed water.

There had to be a stream someplace! He'd used all his skills to try and find a water source, had even climbed up to the top of one of the great trees and surveyed around. Nothing. Nothing, and he was desperate. As he passed that odd-looking berry bush again he paused, then squatted on his haunches. He didn't know if they were poisonous or not, but it didn't matter now, did it? He would try a few. If his stomach didn't cramp up or anything bad happen, he'd pop a few here and there. They looked juicy and probably had a high water content. Sighing, he picked a handful and placed one tentatively in his mouth.

Elly grumbled to herself as she pressed forwards, trying to move as quickly as possible towards the location she'd scented Sanji. That damned fool had gotten lost. What an idiot. She growled under her breath as she pictured him back on the ship, flaunting his 'ordeal' and trying to get kisses or special treatment from Nami.

Like she said... idiot.

She finally reached a small clearing and there he was, laying across from some strange-colored berry bushes.

"Fine. Now we can go home." She pushed at him with a foot and he got up as if he were still sleepy.

"Angel," he gasped wearily. "Oh thank god." His arms slipped low around her body, pulling her warmth to him. "You're here."

"Ah... hey, watch it," Elly frowned and shoved him off. His arms wrapped around her again and she blinked. "Sanji?"

"Hush, sweetie." His speech was slurred and there was an odd, sickeningly-sweet scent hovering about his neck. No, not his neck, his -

"What!" His lips. He leaned forward and crushed his mouth to hers, delving deeply with his tongue and humming with pleasure. The taste was in his mouth, a bitter tang that was gone in a moment. Now she only tasted smoke. Wait, he was kissing her! Elly placed her hands on his chest and shoved. I might have well as tried to push a rock, she reflected sourly. She had seen him flaunt his well-sculpted abdomen more than once with a shirt that was sort of unbuttoned, or when they had all gone swimming. She realized he was probably stronger than she was and that flooded her with a kind of paralyzing terror. Sanji wasn't himself. He was drugged, and what did it look like he wanted? She swallowed hard, her throat clicking.

This could be bad.

He parted for air and the pale woman did the only thing she could do: she called for help. To hell if they found her in his arms, they'd know she had tried to escape. Damn him for being an ass, too. He should have known better than to eat anything! But although the blond man was groggy with the after effects of the berries he wasn't stupid. His kiss sealed off her next cry and he began to slip his tie free from the loose knot that held it around his neck.

"Quiet, beautiful," he gasped, snapping it around her head when she tried to scream again. "I don't want those idiots spoiling our moment." One hand deftly tied the swatch of silk while the other grabbed and held her wrists above her head. She was gagged in a minute, effectively sealing off her mouth from alerting anyone that could be nearby. "Much better," he purred. "Oi, stop that." He'd let go of her hands for a moment and she'd tried to claw him in the face.

"Mfft!"

"If you change form I'll just hold your tail," he mused. "Haven't you always said that only your lover gets to do that?" He reached down and stroked her lower belly with his free hand. Her eyes widened and she stilled. Damn it! There went another idea. Elly tried to buck him off next, frantically casting glances left and right. Someone had to hear it if there was a struggle. Hadn't they all been close behind her?

"If you don't lie still, Angel, I'm going to have to bind those wrists up."

"Hrrr..." Growling. His visible eye widened, face blushing with desire. He started to pant harder and bent over her to rub his body along hers. His prominent erection brushed her leg and she flinched away from it.

"God, that's hot," he groaned. "I didn't try hard enough to impress you," he mourned. "I always thought you were special." Sanji paused, his hair blowing in the faint breeze. The fine strands caught the light and glinted prettily, like thin lines of gold. Elly was amazed that things around her still seemed beautiful in the midst of this hell. He had taken off his jacket and shirt by now, still carefully holding her down so she couldn't wriggle free like she was trying to. She wasn't going to give up. And yet, her eyes wandered across his chest, down the fine line of blond that no one could see because it was so light.

"You like what you see?" Shit! She snarled at him through the gag and tried to form some semblance of words. "Mmm-hmm." He took one of her hands and placed it on his abdomen. Her eyes widened, her cheeks burning so hot she felt like they might be bleeding. "Ah, you're blushing. Is that maidenly confusion?" He whispered in her ear, his voice low and dangerously sexy.

"Are you still a virgin, my sweet Angel?" He sighed when he saw tears building up in her eyes. She sagged in his hold, biting her bottom lip and thinking as hard and fast as she could. No one was around or close enough to help. He was stronger than she was. He would take her even if she changed form, because he knew how to make her change back. If she changed and he did that she would lose all volition. Her throat hurt from trying to scream through the tie in her mouth and it didn't work anyway. Sanji was undressing her now, cooing with appreciation. When he'd pushed her tank top up and exposed her chest he whistled softly.

"You are, aren't you? Who were you waiting for?" He kissed the hollow between her breasts and she closed her eyes, the tears finally spilling hotly down her cheeks. Not you, she thought sadly. A long time ago she had thought he would make a good companion, someone to love and protect her. But that was before she had seen his near obsession with anything female and especially Nami. For once she wished that red-haired girl was here. At least she wouldn't lose anything if she was in her place. She gave in and cried freely for awhile as he mouthed her nipples, commenting on how stiff they had gotten. Elly squirmed. He was an attractive man, she never denied that. She'd wondered what he would be like, what this would be like. But he wasn't faithful in the sense that she needed him to be, and that was why she didn't want him.

Okay, scratch that. His kisses and hungry lips and tongue were causing her to feel very uncomfortable. He smelled good, like expensive cologne and dusky smoke. He tasted good, his kisses slow and delicious. Wait... wait, she wasn't supposed to enjoy this!Sanji was undeniably handsome and to tell the truth she had always fantasized about him a little.

"Shh, my sweet Angel." He licked her lips languidly and she suppressed a shiver. God. He was going to rape her and she was more than likely going to end up enjoying it. The horrible thought caused her to struggle anew, bending all her efforts on her wrists and arms. If she could threaten his hands at all she might have a chance. Even in his drunken stupor he might back off.

"Bad girl," he chided softly. "I see what you're doing." He quickly took a sleeve of his shirt and tied it even tighter than he had the gag around one of her wrists. She managed to get one free but all she could grab hold of was his shoulder. Her nails dug in and he gasped. Elly grimly clawed deeper, feeling a sick triumph as blood welled up from several thin slashes on his pale skin. But he twisted around with his limber body and managed to grasp hold of her arm despite her struggles. Hot disappointment soured her mouth; it hadn't been enough. She wanted to cry but wasn't surprised when no more tears would come. Sanji finished binding his prisoner's wrists together and then grunted, peering over his shoulder at the wounds she had made. He rubbed a long finger on a cut, spreading the blood around. They both stared at the bright red on his finger pad.

"A little rough, but that's all right." Incredibly, he was smiling at her. She tried to bite him this time when he kissed her and he slapped her side gently. "No."

Elly stared at him.

"I mean it, Angel. You mark me again and I'll mark you." He slid his warm mouth over to her neck and sucked lightly, biting now and then. She choked. No! No, no, no... she could maybe hide the pain and embarrassment of the rape itself, but any markings and they would all guess she had been fooling around. She whimpered and twisted, turning her head sharply to the side.

"You don't want that, do you?" She shook her head from side to side wildly, purple locks swinging. The tears she had cried earlier had mostly dried but she could feel the salty stickiness of where they had dripped. One of her tresses got caught by her mouth and she couldn't even brush it away. Sanji did, his touch light and oddly tender. He tucked the strand behind her ear and kissed her again, softer this time.

"Let's get these off, then." His hands unzipped her denim shorts and he shuddered all over when he saw her panties. She closed her eyes wearily. Maybe if she just relaxed it would be over quick and she could crawl away. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. His fingertips grazed her crotch and she jerked, she couldn't help it. Sanji dragged the thin silk underwear down to where he had left her shorts. The bunched fabric made it even harder for her to move but she assumed he wouldn't have any problems getting what he wanted. Naked, laying on the cool mossy undergrowth and listening to the jingling sounds he was making, she thought about the time when she did want him to make love to her.

"Rggh!" That was a mistake. Elly forced her tongue at the gag and screamed as loud as she could. She couldn't let this happen when she wanted to be whole for a man that could love her, not just lust after her!

"I need you, Angel, and I'll have you..." A bird screamed someplace above them. The breeze ruffled through the treetops, causing a few random leaves to blow past. No one came to her aid. No one heroically showed up at the last minute to save her. The sounds she had heard before had been the lean cook removing his pants and she felt him on her now, a hard heat that she knew would never be able to forget.

"Oh god," Sanji half-growled in her ear. "You feel so warm down there." He shifted and she felt his body press on hers completely for the first time. His chest on her own, his loins against hers. He was lithe and tight in all the right areas, muscled thicker in his thighs which bunched and trembled. She still hadn't opened her eyes so he kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips. If only he wasn't so freaking romantic while he did this! Couldn't he do it and get it over with?! She opened them when he told her to, fearing another love bite, and stared into his single blue eye. It burned with a passionate fever that left her thinking all her struggles had been futile.

"I won't hurt you," Sanji whispered as he moved to penetrate her. "I promise." His voice wavered on the last word, yearning for the velvet darkness to surround his aching member. He didn't understand why she had sagged in his arms suddenly. Had she fainted? The tip of his penis touched that warmth and he gasped brokenly, everything else forgotten but his blind desire. It took only a moment for him to thrust gently forward. He moaned in delight when he felt a slight resistance. She really was a virgin. Only a little more pressure and he would take her all the way. His blood boiled, muscles tense as he delicately pushed past that thin membrane. He heard her cry and bent to soothe her with kisses, murmuring all the while.

"Did I hurt you? It's all right, love, really." A kiss, a light lick on her lips. "I'll make all that nasty pain go away and you'll only feel pleasure in a minute..." He pulled back and then moved forward again, slow and steady. He did this until he felt her start to shake underneath him. Ahhh, reaction. He needed that almost as badly as he needed to be all the way inside her when he came. His mouth parted, he threw his neck back in abandon, cords straining, sweating. Shivering. Oh, it was so good. It was everything he wanted and more. Now if she would come for him, tighten all around his throbbing manhood and bring him off in that special way he loved so much it would make this perfect.

"Is this better?" His body rose and fell in a movement as old as time itself. His leg strength really helped here; he could pace himself well as he balanced above her, moving as much as he wanted as long as he didn't get too excited. She was so soft against him. His hands caressed her breasts as he kissed her neck, close to the bruise he'd made before. Elly had found she could cry again after all. She had begun weeping afresh as quietly as she could, trying to gasp through the gag. Her body had betrayed her. The cook's steady sex had caused the reaction she had so feared. She came, gasping, seeing spots when she couldn't get enough air through the wrapped cloth in her mouth. The feeling wasn't soft and sweet like she had always thought it would be but brittle, sharp. Sanji's next thrust was harder, his body demanding that he speed up and release himself of his pent-up seed.

"You're my Angel now." He shivered and began to pant in the final throes of orgasm. Her body squeezed him deliciously and the pleasure was intense, maddening even. She had long since given up entirely and lay as if dead but he didn't notice. The dappled sunlight hit their entangled bodies, shining and showing flecks of sweat, blood and tears randomly as Sanji finished. "You're so special, love. That was so..." he gasped and dropped his head on her shoulder. He would have stayed that way longer, but a shadow descended upon the little clearing as the leaves crunched under a heavy footfall.

"What the hell's wr-" The crashing of leaves stopped short. There was a nightmare sound halfway between a gargle and a roar of pure rage. Roronoa Zoro's eyes darkened as he took in the scene before him. A strangled shout had brought him in this direction minutes ago. He had rushed forward as fast as he could.

But not fast enough.

Zoro froze as the thin blond cook pulled himself back. His body parted from hers with a moist sound, thick white semen dripping from his spent penis onto her thigh. The big man's tan face turned purple, veins standing out on his neck and forehead. Sanji wobbled for a moment, his eye fixing on the green-haired man who was clenching his fists so hard the knuckles were white. Blood seeped out from his palms as his fingernails dug into his flesh.

"What am I doing here?" Sanji blinked once and then fainted, falling heavily to the ground. Zoro's hands bled for several moments as he considered the situation, the bright red fluid dropping onto the green moss. The pale woman was bruised in several areas, tied up, and gagged with Sanji's clothing. The cook had taken her and by the looks of his shoulder and the bindings she had put up a fight. Zoro snarled and bit his lip, causing another trickle of blood to run down his chin. He suddenly whirled around, grabbed an unoffensive young tree around the middle and tore it half out of the ground, swearing incoherently. Birds flew up, screeching with terror, fleeing the scene of the crime as he ran forward to drop by her side.

"Cat?"

She wouldn't open her eyes and she was even paler than usual. Her pulse was low and she was half-stifled from trying to breathe through the gag when her weeping had caused her nose to stop up. Zoro snapped the offending tie off with a single wrench of his hands then concentrated on hers. He untied her wrists, gently massaging them to get the blood flow started again. Sanji muttered something from close by and he grimly ignored the man, instead choosing to bundle Elly up in his own shirt. Her own clothing was too torn to be of much use. Zoro held her helplessly, starting to panic and still blinded by fury. No one deserved what had happened here. He got up and scowled at the cook's inert body. He couldn't leave him here. The crew would want to know what happened and Chopper would want to see him. The swordsman picked up an ankle and dragged him behind him as he cradled Elly carefully in one arm.

"Gotta get back to the ship." He'd left himself a trail this time so he could get back faster. Now he was glad he had. Moving as fast as he could without jostling her too much he raced back home. Sanji he didn't concern himself about. The ass could wake up with a monumental headache when this was all over for all he cared. Or a concussion. In fact, he hoped he did.

"Where the fuck am I? Damn it, moss head!" Sanji had roused himself by the time they reached the ship. All traces of his grogginess were gone and he seemed almost back to normal. Then he saw what condition he was in and yelped, clapping his legs together with his palms covering his naked self. He glanced around and saw the lavender-haired woman in Zoro's arms. He hissed with anger but she was staring right at him, terrified. Her hands gripped the swordsman's shirt and she clung to him for protection. The big man was clumsily holding her closer for comfort without even realizing it. "What happened," he asked no one in particular.

"Don't let him near me," she sobbed softly. "Zoro..."

"Don't worry." The swordsman's voice was as cold as ice. He turned his back on the naked cook and walked up the gangplank, leaving him to his own defenses. He concentrated instead on the shaking lady in his arms. Her face was pale as new milk; lighter than usual and she was holding him so tightly. A blond streak ran past them and she shrieked in alarm but Zoro turned and walked faster inside the cabins. The doctor's place was only a few steps away. It didn't take him very long to reach it. But his feet seemed like they were trapped in glue. He stepped along as if in a dream, his mind racing so fast his legs seemed slower.

He'd kill him.

"Chopper!" He banged the door open with a solid hip, shoving his way inside. The little reindeer gasped when he saw Elly's condition. The big man gently laid her on one of the medical cots and sat down beside her while the doctor clip-clopped around in a frenzy of concern. He'd had to turn around while the other anthro cleaned and dressed her again, but now she lay silent on the little bed quite close to the swordsman.

"What happened?!" Chopper finally asked, his ears drooping as he laid a cool compress on her head. He'd given her something to calm her nerves and tended her obvious scrapes and bruises already. Zoro's eyes narrowed.

"You're not gonna like it." He grimly recounted the events he'd seen. When he started speaking she shifted, groaning, blushing, and he absently took her hand in his. Damn that disgusting pervert. Damn him! He was a fucking bastard.

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It took her a few days to come around, but she finally slept enough to feel comfort. She took a shower and had just finished a final checkup  when Zoro walked in. Chopper had told her when he'd checked her earlier he had hardly left her side at all for the past few days. A good thing, too, for he was still so angry he wanted blood. Sanji's blood. Staying with her kept them apart.

"Hey," he said quietly.

"Zoro." She grimaced painfully as she moved her legs. Zoro's face fell. Despite what he had seen back in the forest he'd still had some hope that the cook hadn't done that. Maybe it had been a trick of the light but she was still sore down there. He blushed with confusion and worry, his anger at Sanji forgotten. He held her close when she rested her face against his chest, her body shaking. "Don't look at me," she whispered.

"I'll fix it," Zoro heard himself husking.

"It's over," she shrugged. "What's to fix."

"I'll make it better, damn it, don't say that!" He rocked her back and forth, snarling into her hair. She wilted in his arms, falling backwards.

"Really? Do you think he even really wanted me? Will anyone else now, either?"

"Knock that shit off!" His hoarse snarl cut through her melancholia. "This was fucking horrible, but if that guy makes you feel bad about it I'll cut the asshole down! He doesn't deserve you!" His last sentence was delivered in a half-insane howl as he pounded the decking with a bandaged fist. Elly threw her arms around Zoro's thick neck.

"Tell me you love me," Elly pleaded. "I need you to love me very much right now." She gasped all of this in such a rush that it left her breathless, hiding her face in his shirt. She sat that way for several minutes until she felt a hand on her back. Zoro stroked her gently, picking her all the way up in his arms when she mewed in disbelief. He didn't speak but walked out of the little doctor's sickbay, throwing his bandanna on the cot where she had been as a sort of note that would let the reindeer know where she was. The doctor had left sometime after he had looked her over, he didn't know when and he guessed it didn't matter. He wouldn't have left her if she was badly hurt. Zoro slowly mounted the steps to his room at the top of the mast, pausing every now and then to kiss the sad woman's neck and nuzzle her reassuringly.

When he got to the door he banged it open with unnecessary force.

"Here," he said softly, laying her on the small bed in the corner of the room. He propped a pillow under her head and climbed on it himself, causing the mattress to squeak in protest. "Not hurting?" He paused, remembering she had been raped a day or two ago. Slowly, so as not to frighten her, he laid his body over hers and kissed her mouth. He was calm and soft, holding her but not restricting her movement if she wanted to escape.

"I just... feel him everywhere still." She shuddered convulsively, frowning at the thought.

"Would you like to feel me instead?" Zoro placed an open palm over her heart, feeling it race under the bandages. "You're afraid because you lost something. But I can give it back to you."

"Wh - what?" Her eyes widened.

"Do you want it?" He took the hand back that rested on her chest and gently clasped hers to his own left side. He watched as her eye color deepened, emotions playing across her face.

"Oh. You're a...?"

"Yeah," he mumbled, cheeks even redder.

"I'm scared," she admitted simply. "It hurt, last time."

"Any way you want it," he murmured. "Look, I guess I can love you like this..." He pulled her into a closer embrace, laying on his side. "I'm not on top. What? What's wrong?"

"You said love," she whispered.

"That's what it should be!" He laid his hand over hers on his heart. "There's a difference between sex and making love, damn it!" He groaned. "Please don't do that, though," he added in a much softer tone of voice. Startled, she looked around.

"Do what?"

"Move your hand like that. Unless you want me." Elly twitched the hand that laid on his chest. It was over his heart, but it was also over a flat male nipple. She had moved restlessly and brushed it with her palm. Curious, she drew her fingers together and rubbed at the firm nub of flesh through his thin cotton shirt. Zoro gulped and hung his head, his hand carefully squeezing her side. Gently she tormented him, pinching his nipple and causing his big body to wrack with shivers and his breathing to speed up. He made no move to touch her other than his hand lightly gripping her side.

"Yes."

"What?" His voice was thick and rough. "Yes, what?" She looked around as if she were going to get caught for something naughty. He held himself in check, praying that she would say yes.

"I want to." Lower than a whisper. "Try it. With you. If I don't conquer my fear now, it could be bad."

"It's okay," he gasped with some relief. "It's all right. I think."

"I want to be with you," she murmured, laying her cheek on his chest. Zoro blinked. "I did before. I should have said something before all this happened."

"It happened," he cut her short, his eyes blazing. "Don't apologize and don't act like it didn't. I'm not going to make it all better in a night, cat. You have to help yourself as much as I help you. Or I won't... won't do it. Not now." Elly squinted at him with narrowed eyes as he gripped her shoulder tightly. When he was finished speaking he gave her a little shake, a gentle one. She inhaled deeply.

"It's not my fault," she said firmly. "And it doesn't make me a bad person to want you now."

"Ah," Zoro sighed with such relief that she wondered if he had been bluffing. But then his big arms wrapped around her body, pulling her to him in a comforting hold. Her face was pressed lightly in the hollow of his neck. It fit perfectly. She marveled at this while he slowly stroked her back, trying to think of what he should do next. He froze to look at her sharply when he felt her start to shake.

"I'm fine."

"No." He paused. "I didn't mean it that way, I..." He struggled with his thoughts, trying to put them into some semblance of order.

"Zoro!" The loud pounding on his door made them both jump. Elly shrieked, her hand slapping across her mouth to shut herself up. She sounded like a little girl and she knew it.

"Damn it!" The big man got up, laid a hand on her shoulder. "I'll be back."

"Yeah." She crawled back towards the wall, eyes large. She was biting her lip nervously and her hands were pulling, kneading at the sheets like the cat she sometimes was. Her weaker human nails dug into the black cloth and made thin ripping sounds. Zoro shook his head, disgusted at the blond chef anew. She looked so scared. She probably couldn't even tell that the voice outside the door didn't belong to Sanji. She just imagined it did. Gritting his teeth and trying to hold back his frustration, he swung the heavy door open.

"What do you fucking want?" He hissed down at Chopper who was standing there anxiously wringing his hooves together. The tiny reindeer coughed and twitched his ears.

"I just wanted to make sure that she was here."

"You're not going to tell me to hand her over?" Zoro crossed his arms skeptically. "Thought that was what this was about."

"No..." He looked away uncomfortably, his face blushing so hard you could see it under his fur. "This will help heal her. But, but - use this. Lots." He handed the man a tube of lubricant. The swordsman slapped a hand over his eyes, feeling his face also burn with embarrassment. He swallowed, gulping loudly.

"Chopper..." But the doctor was gone, clopping off down the hall and running headlong down the stairs. Zoro stared down at the items he held for a minute. "Shit."

Right. All right. He rubbed at his face, sighing. The little doctor was supposed to take care of them and he would know what was best. That squeeze bottle thing would probably help it not hurt as much this time. He winced at his uncertainty. Probably. Great, he thought sourly. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He firmly closed the door and turned back to find Elly standing by the large window at the far side of the room. She heard him approach and didn't move so Zoro touched her shoulder again.

"I know you're there."

"Yes," he mumbled. Suddenly his other hand was too full of things. He reached around and showed her the stuff, half to see her reaction and half to hand it over. It felt weird in his palm, almost like it was burning him. "Gave me this." Elly took the bottle and stared at it.

"So it doesn't hurt," she said quietly, her voice carrying an undertone of sadness. 

He nodded. "To help."

"Help," she sighed softly. This time he didn't stop to wonder if she would panic; he simply enfolded her in his arms and kissed her neck.

"Quiet, little cat," he whispered. "It's time I made you smile again." He felt her inhale sharply, her body tremble.

"It's not bad of me to want you," she said firmly to herself. Zoro heard and nodded, picking her up and carrying her to the bed again.

"Nothing here is bad," he assured her, laying her down and stripping off his shirt. He stopped after he pulled off the haramaki he always wore, however. "That's enough."

"Wha- huh?"

"Shh." The big man stretched his body alongside hers and kissed her, this time fully on the lips. He let her relax, waited for her to kiss him back, open her lips slightly. Then he flicked his tongue inside her mouth, deepening the kiss and pressing forward more. Elly slowly placed her arms around his neck, holding him while he kissed her. Zoro had to suppress a wild desire to growl with pleasure as she moved against him. Her fingertips grazed the back of his neck ticklishly, causing shivers to wrack his spine. And when she began to run her hands through his hair he moaned.

"Zoro," she gasped, surprised.

"Hnf." He cleared his throat, abashed.

"No... that's cute."

"Cute?!" Now he looked mortified. But she was smiling at him. Genuinely smiling, her pain forgotten at his shocked expression. He grinned back and reached around to grasp one of her hands lightly. She let him place it on his chest and watched as he raised an eyebrow at her. Her hand wandered on his exposed skin of her own accord, palm rubbing over the flesh. Zoro was scarred in many different places, some so lightly that you couldn't see until you touched him like she was doing now. She let her fingers find them all, searching them out until she heard a low rumble from the big man. His chest vibrated with the sound under her hand and she sighed. The growling purr meant she was exciting him and yet he was as still as ever under her caress. Elly sighed and tweaked the crinkled skin of his right nipple, hearing his choked cry, watching the muscles in his shoulders flex as he sought to remain still. She wondered if he would be as sensitive there as she was. Her own breasts were aching for his touch, his mouth. She leaned forward and placed her lips on him, sucking the firm nub and licking softly. He jerked, his hand twitching instinctively towards the back of her head. When she drew back and kissed him there he let his big hand rest on the back of her head encouragingly.

"Zoro," She murmured hesitantly after a while of sweet nibbling and licking. He ached. He ached all over, but it was concentrated in his heart and his ...he blushed harder. Oh, hell.

"Ennhhh?" It sounded like he was forcing sounds through clenched teeth. He was in fact. Her touches inflamed him; he didn't know he could be so aroused from something so simple.

"Me too?" Her voice dropped so low he could barely hear her. His eyes blinked open, dark with passion and concern.

"Sorry," he breathed hoarsely. "Ah... tell me if I do something you don't like." He trembled as he reached for her breasts. "Promise?" He waited until she nodded to cup them in his hands. They felt so soft, so full. The nipples were erect like his but she reacted even stronger when he touched them. Her bruises were yellowing and he tried to stay away from those as much as possible, but they were on her and he wanted to touch everything. Zoro's warm hands reached under her top to stroke through the silky bra she wore. When he went under the bra itself she began to move her hips, tensing them and groaning, amazed at how good it felt. He kissed ever so lightly just above one sensitive nipple and she cried out.

"More! Ah, god..." She shuddered all over, pleasure overcoming any other emotion she was feeling. Faster than she would have thought possible she was naked to the waist, his mouth hungrily working at her breasts. He hadn't hurt her with his swift movements - her clothing was tossed aside with abandon as he pressed his face to her chest. He covered her breasts with kisses, pausing from time to time to gently stroke with his hands and heft them to his lips. When he started to suckle she began to tug on his back, trying to pull him where she wanted him to be. Zoro didn't move his head but his eyes glanced up.

"You sure?"

"Y- yes. Just lay on me slow." She was panting, face hot with yearning but also uncertain.

"I still have pants on," he rumbled, reminding her. "It's all right." His low, raspy voice calmed her. It was Zoro. He would never hurt her.

She trusted him.

She wanted him.

It was okay.

Elly lay back, letting his bulky form wrap her in steely-smelling heat. He kissed her neck on the bruise Sanji had made earlier. She clutched at his back warningly but stopped when he began rubbing his lips on it, licking. Her eyelids fluttered closed as he started to nip and suck.

"Z - Zoro, that's..."

"My mark," he growled. "You'll wear mine, wouldn't you?" He kissed it lingeringly. "Better than before. Not his. Mine." Something in the way he said this made her think he didn't entirely mean just the love bite. She choked back tears, nodding. Then she realized he couldn't see the nod.

"Give it to me," she agreed, tilting her neck back.

"Yes," he whispered wonderingly. He hadn't expected that. That was a tender spot, one that had been brutally attacked before. For her to give it so readily to him... a soft sound forced itself out of his throat. He didn't hear it; he was too busy making sure he left a mark without injuring her. He didn't even hear his voice, rough and low as he spoke the same words almost pleadingly. "My poor cat," he moaned, allowing himself to rub his hard erection on her below, allowing himself to want her all the way. "Little kitten..." With each word that fell from his mouth she felt stung, harder and harder, her heart unable to contain the emotion. He grew louder and louder until Elly responded, curling her legs around his waist with her hands slipping lower, gripping his rear tightly.

"Yes!" Pure desire, clean and healthy with no taint of uncertainty or embarrassment. The swordsman heard her shout and added one of his own; a full-throated battle cry, a yell of victory.

"So sweet," she sighed as he removed her soft jeans and panties. "Feels so sweet..." Elly's thighs twitched when he touched them, gently stroking close to her trembling body. She felt his silk-swathed manhood slowly drag across her there, miming the act that he wanted to perform with her. Her lower belly clenched with the feeling she'd had when she thought of him on those long nights: good desire. He made her want him in such a wonderful way. Zoro's hand petted her below and he blinked, surprised, when his hand came away damp. She blushed. "You know that's supposed to happen."

"Ahh." He was fumbling for something at his side. "Damn thing..." He grunted, pulling up the tube Chopper had gave him before.

"Not yet," she whispered. Zoro dropped the lubricant. His hand grasped it instinctively a second later so it didn't fall to the ground but his eyes were miles away. Her hands traced his hardened penis, erasing all thought, cramping him with need and getting him harder than he'd have thought possible. It hurt. It was a dumb thing to think - he knew it -- but it hurt so damned good.

"Wait," he heard himself pleading. "Wait, little one - unnnh..." He strained, sweat rolling off his bunched arms, down his rounded shoulders, past his neck. Ah, shit. He wanted to show her, do this with and for her, but if she kept this up he wouldn't last. Her hand on him was something he could never have imagined. It was soft and delicate and ticklish, playful and loving. Her fingertips curled around his aching head and tugged lightly. Zoro choked, feeling a gentle thrill as a small fount of pre-ejaculatory fluid slipped out of him. It stained the thin fabric of his pants and he shot a quick glance at her to see if she noticed.

"You all right?" Her hand touched his cheek. Zoro laughed roughly, closing his eyes and shaking his head in disbelief. She was asking him if he was okay.

"Fine," he panted. "But these have to go now." He lifted himself on one arm and pushed the offending clothing down with his other. Elly bit her lip as she saw his briefs were stretched snugly across his groin. He absently kicked the pants away and placed his hands under the elastic of his underwear, clearly intending to pull them off as well. She took a deep breath and watched, carefully steeling herself in case she panicked.

"All right." She happened to look sideways for a second and saw his face. All worries vanished. He looked more frightened than she was right now; sweaty, nervous and almost panicking. His face was almost purple. Elly ran a hand down his chest, lightly tracing the scar down and further. Her other had curled around the back of his neck and drew him close to her again. He was thick but not long; the hair that lightly dusted his pubic area was a darker green than his hair, almost black. Fully erect and wet, his penis glistened in the dim light of his cabin. And he was frowning at the lubricant again. "Zoro."

"Eh?!" He almost dropped it again.

"Give it to me."

"Yeah, okay." He handed it over, thinking she would know how much she wanted.

"Oops." She opened the cap and squeezed more out than she intended. "Be still..."

"Shit! That's cold!"

"Sorry." She giggled. Zoro groaned.

"Not very romantic," he half apologized as he shivered with reaction. The lubricant had been applied not only to him but her as well. He was still concerned about his lover. He bent down and whispered in her ear. "I'm still ready but now you're not."

"I'm -"

"Not ready." He slipped a finger inside her, relishing the way her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth parted in abandon. It couldn't hurt if she looked that happy. Then again his body was thicker than his finger. He added a second when she didn't complain and moved it in and out, mimicking the act of love as delicately as his hand could.

"Z - Zoro, there..." Eh? He blinked. His hand had brushed above her sex, near the top of the soft pink folds. He nudged with a fingertip and was rewarded with a low, steady moan for his actions. The swordsman's eyes narrowed in thought and he brought his body to bear, carefully guiding the tip of his erection to that area. Elly gasped and sank her fingernails into his shoulder blades.

"Here?" His abdomen rippled as he slid the head of his penis against her. The little stabs on his back were delicious; the pleasure he felt from rubbing on her wet, open body mingled with those pulsing digs. "Cat, I - I want to..."

He couldn't finish. He needed. He not only needed for his body to finish but he needed to hear her sigh with pleasure instead of cry in pain like she had before. Instead of rubbing he pushed forward and in on the next stroke. It was fast, too fast and he knew it but she didn't stop him. Zoro forced himself to take a deep breath and then kissed her, pressing forward the rest of the way. Fresh tears mingled with the kiss and he wrapped an arm around her and angled his body so he wasn't all the way on top of her but to one side. His massive muscle strength and agility allowed him to do this and more; he could have broken the bed with his lovemaking but their silhouettes barely seemed to move.

"Oh my god." Lost. She was lost and couldn't think - no thought, all senses. His back was slippery with sweat as she gripped it. His heat filled her, the gentle stroking adding to what his fingers had already started. Her belly tightened and relaxed, in a state of constant flux as he loved her.

"Not god," he grunted into her ear, his breath ticklish. "Wouldn't do what I'm doing to you."

"Zoro!" She bit his neck, a tease that grew serious when he cautiously thrust a little harder. The big man grinned ...and all of a sudden his tension broke. His eyes squeezed shut, his face contorted into a wild grimace. He held himself still while he came, gripping the sides of the bed with all his might to avoid plunging inside of her like he wanted to. It was like the release of some searing fire inside him; the relief was as great as the delight. He came for what seemed like an unusually long time, still and quiet above her but for his heavy breathing. He wheezed above her for a short while, slowly coming back to reality.

"Uh." Sweat drops flew as he jerked backwards. She - she hadn't come, had she? Some partner he was!

"Wow." Her hands were still wrapped around him. They slowly began massaging his muscles. It felt good, but he shook his head so sternly at her that she froze.

"Did you...?" It was as close as he could struggle to asking what he wanted.

"Almost." She smiled weakly when he groaned, dropping his head onto the pillow beside her.

"No. Not almost." He carefully pulled himself out of her. His hand now inserted itself between their bodies, wiggling, finger pad going directly for that spot that made her gasp before. "Never almost." He kissed her hard this time, his tongue as insistent as his hand. Elly whimpered his name as he rolled the flaps of flesh around, parting them and finding the little nub dripping with lubricant, her own personal mixed with that from the tube they'd used. One finger dipped inside while another rubbed in circular motions. And again he kissed her. He didn't allow her to say anything; his mouth dominated hers completely. He swallowed her moans and cries, eagerly teasing more out of her until she began to shake underneath him. Zoro broke the kiss and lapped at her lower lip while she sang his name. He watched with a new feeling flooding his heart as Elly came for him. She was so precious in orgasm. Her mouth was parted, chest heaving. Teardrops of pleasure trembled at the corners of her eyes.

"Oh!" She had fallen back onto the bed. He flopped beside her, his body finding a comfortable position along hers in moments. They rested quietly for a time without speaking. Zoro found himself slipping blissfully into a deep sleep but before he let himself sink all the way down he nuzzled, kissing her on the cheek. Strange how that came so naturally, a gesture he would have never have imagined himself doing.

"Won't let anyone hurt you again," he promised. Elly sighed. She thought that maybe she could find peace with her life once more. It would take awhile, but if she had the green-haired swordsman beside her she could do anything.