Moy Mell, 14: Caged

"Moy Mell, 14: Caged"

orig. 12/00/2017

Zoro, Elly, Sanji, Chris Redfield, Shiro, Aizawa Shota, Knuckles - PG-13

Original Concept, mixed fandoms

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Only Chris knew what had happened to Zoro the night of the spa incident. He'd gotten a text from the head of security, asking him to come help "with something". The message was curt, and didn't elaborate on what the "something" might be. Upon arriving at the complex's common area where he'd been told to meet, he spotted Zoro looking an absolute mess. His hair was ruffled and he was wearing a white shirt instead of the coat he normally wore. It was stained in sweat, evidence that he had been working out nonstop and hadn't even bothered to shower before coming here. He held up a hand when the other man would have spoken, silencing Chris before he even opened his mouth.

"Have to go back to the gym," he explained curtly. "Need someone else to take over. Will you?"

"Well, yes, but what -"

"Kitchen," he grunted shortly, and now Chris saw that his bluntness was a mask for other emotions he was trying to hide. His single eye was red, with a smudge of dark underneath that gave him an unhealthy appearance. He turned and walked as fast as he could out the doors, leaving Chris stunned at how shaken he appeared. When he arrived at the kitchen in the mansion he didn't know what had gotten the swordsman so upset, but as the night wore on his eyes were opened more and more. He kept silent and did his job, only interfering when he heard the terrible roar from inside the beach house. Once Elly had left, he'd turned to the blond man and warned him to be careful. The cook's mood was morose as he replied that he was trying.

"I messed up, I think," he admitted sheepishly. "Maybe too far, too fast. She's ... she's not like other women."

"She's not a woman." Chris reminded him gently. "Look, I know that you're in love and everything, but don't forget she has different rules than the rest of us. Like the tail thing."

"Yeah, she goes all to pieces. I didn't even touch it. I swear."

Chris sighed. "I have to follow. Just leave her alone for awhile, all right?"

They'd agreed, and everything went smoothly after that. Of course, he said nothing about it to Zoro the next day at the briefing. The others were all chatting and drinking coffee, not thinking much of his appearance as everyone was worried and many weren't looking their best. Their leader made sure to show his gratitude before addressing his team.

"Thanks," he said, coming up to clap him on the shoulder.

"Not a problem." Chris replied in as inoffensive a tone as possible.

The green-haired man sighed and ran a hand across his haggard features. "Jackson, you said you had something for us."

"I found out who the stalker is!"

He slammed his hands on the table, his eye lighting up. "Good work! Who?"

The nerdy young man slipped his phone out of his pocket and typed something in. "Here - it'll show up on the screen in the corner." He pointed, and they all blinked at the blown up photo of a young woman in a waitressing outfit from All Blue. 

"That's, uh, not someone I would think of," someone said quietly. 

"They aren't all gonna be creepy old weirdos," Knuckles grunted.

"Well put," Chris murmured. 

"It makes sense," Zoro added. "The last death threat, it mentioned the idiot cook and how their ... relationship was crap." No one seemed to notice the slight pause as he choked that word out, but Chris raised an eyebrow. 

"I sent the work to the local police chapter, but they said we get to detain her as she won't suspect anything if some of us go to the restaurant. Preferably with Sanji as well, since it would look weird otherwise. 'Cause it's his restaurant. You know."

Zoro nodded. "Her shift starts in...?"

"A few hours. She's breakfast run this morning."

"All right. Chris, Shiro, you're with me. We're going to talk to that moron so he knows what's going on first."  

When they got to the mansion, they found Sanji sitting in the living room looking for all the world like a little kid put in "time out". He was pale except for a hard blush across his cheeks that wouldn't seem to go away and there were wads of bloody tissue stuffed up his nose.

"What the hell, cook?" Zoro raised an eyebrow at his comical appearance.

"Angel has a friend over," he shrugged uncomfortably as if that explained everything.

Shiro also raised his eyebrows. "And she drained you of all your blood? Vampire?"

"Succubus," Chris surmised.

Sanji nodded grimly. "It hasn't been the best morning."

"Moron," Zoro snarled. When the other would have argued back, though, he held up a hand. "Shut up. Something important is going to happen, and you have to be a part of it."

The cook did not take the news well. When Zoro explained they'd caught the culprit he was happy, but upon hearing who it was his face fell. 

"It was my fault." He grasped the knot of his tie and cinched it tighter around his neck, perhaps unconsciously. Shiro scratched the back of his neck, staring off into the distance and mock-whistling. Chris elbowed him. 

"No time for that." Zoro shrugged. "You have to come with us when we detain her."

"She's - uh, you're not going to do it, are you? Personally?"

"No." Chris stepped up. "Shiro and I have the details of the job. We'll bring her into the center for the cops to pick up."

"I'm gonna have to talk to Aizawa." Zoro strode confidently to the kitchen door. 

Sanji squeaked comically. "W - wait! You ass! That other girl's still in there and she's - !"

Inside, Elly was sighing dismally to her friend. "I almost attacked him. And he didn't even touch it, you know - just got kind of close." She waved her tail around behind her as she spoke.

"You know I'm not gonna say much about relationships." The succubus was dressed as her kind normally were with a lot of heart cutouts and patterns on what little fabric the outfit contained. Her wings fluttered as she pondered what the other demoness said, tracing circles around her coffee cup. When Elly had called to ask to chat, she'd thought it would be because things were getting better. But now she wasn't sure what to say to comfort her friend. 

 "Yeah. But I am attracted to him, Bella!"

"Uh huh." She raised her cup and drank, peering at her over the rim. "The one that came in here and fainted when he saw me?"

"Um. Yeah." Her ears drooped a bit. She knew what a man's reaction to a succubus would be, knew they had very little control, but it still made her unhappy that he'd responded as much as he had. Bella said nothing again. She knew her power disturbed others sometimes, even her best friend. 

Oddly, though, the guard in the corner hadn't seemed affected. They didn't notice him because he was standing so silently and off to the side, but Shota Aizawa kept his gaze firmly on his surroundings and Elly. He tensed all over when the door opened, but nodded when he saw his boss.

"Hey." Zoro strode over, grunting at Elly. Bella raised her eyebrows. As she watched incredulously, the green-haired man walked over to the older, darker haired one and talked quietly for a time. Neither one had the reaction that Sanji had from looking at her. 

"I think we're missing something serious." Aizawa shook his head. "I know I've only been here a month, but this seems too easy. May we talk more about it?"

Zoro frowned. "Too easy? All right - Shiro, get in here!"

"Uh, what's up?" He stared right at the succubus and didn't blink. "Hi, Bella."

"Hey, kiddo." This one didn't surprise her at all; there were some men that simply didn't prefer succubi. She could smell it on them. 

"What do you need me for?" 

"Stay here. Aizawa wants to discuss something with me."

Birthday Redux

Apr 18 08



"Oh boy," Elly murmured to herself. "Yep. Birthday party. Bad idea, probably." She shook her head ruefully, checking the rooms in the back and making certain they were locked. The crew was out and the two newest members had been left behind both to decorate for the party and deal with the birthday boy.

<i>Everyone's safe if he decides to try and get a special 'birthday present', I guess.</i>

"If we can keep him in this room," she muttered. She turned around with a little shriek as a hand curled around her waist.

"Oh, my goodness!" Sanji exclaimed in the tone he always took when he was around what he considered a beautiful woman. His well-modulated hum sent shivers down her spine and she cursed herself for that.

"Cut that out, you pervert."

"Angel," his visible eye was wide and innocent. "Don't I at least get a spanking or something?"

"Damn it!" She yelped, laughing besides herself when he tickled her side with a long-fingered hand. "Knock it off. At least try to behave."

"I am behaving." The blond cook tapped a cigarette out of a pack and lit it with an ease born out of practice. He turned when a light tap on the door sounded.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Robin blinked. She stood there with one hand over her mouth as she watched Sanji sidling as close as he could against her new friend. Elly hurriedly wrapped her tail around the wriggling young man before he could leap forward.

"There."

"Angel!"

"Wow." Robin tucked a stray hair back behind her ear and walked over. "Is he safe like that?"

"I think so..." Sanji lifted his head and managed to grin up at his captor roguishly. She paused. "Eek! Um, well, he's as safe as he gets."

"Can't we just have a nice party?" 

Sanji sighed. "No one understands me," he complained.

"I think we do," Elly snorted. "Stop that!" She commanded as she unfurled her tail, dropping him on his rear in the hallway. Sanji fell over and clutched himself in pain, still praising them both. 

The other woman shook her head wonderingly. "Is he always like this?" Elly was chiding the howling man for the moment and didn't hear her right away.

"You'd think you'd learn from all the beatings Nami gives you," she said sternly.

"So he's always this bad when it comes to girls."

"Always," the purple-haired woman grunted. She shook her head. Sanji was already trying to get up and help them into the kitchen. "But!" Here she placed a finger alongside her nose slyly as she faced Robin, "He's easily taken care of."

"Hey," Sanji was panting with pain but trying not to look it, "Maybe that could be the start of my birthday sp - eh?" His eye widened and he froze in place. Elly was leaning over close to him, eyes half-lidded with a sensual smile.

"Sanji," she purred, placing a hand on his cheek, "Why don't you go sit down?" Her finger trailed to the patch of hair on his chin and ruffled. "I promise when you come inside I'll have a big surprise for you." Now the finger tugged delicately. Sanji's face burned. He sniffled back a nosebleed but couldn't stay it any longer when she lightly tapped his lips with a finger. He fell, fainting, to the ground.

"Interesting." Robin was covering her mouth, hiding a huge smile again.

"Quick! While he's down!" Elly leaped over to the kitchen doors. "Let's get in there and set up the birthday cake!"

"That was so great." Robin was still laughing as they set forks and plates on the counter.

"Yeah," Elly grinned. "He really is a gentleman. But even though he doesn't grab or anything, those insinuating remarks of his are sometimes worse!"

It didn't take long for them to set up the room. Robin waved to Elly and motioned that she would be in their room for awhile; she wanted to calm down and read. Elly smiled and then sighed when she realized that meant she'd be alone.

With Sanji.

"What's wrong with you?" She groaned, pushing him away as he entered the kitchen. Sanji brushed his suit off.

"Nothing wrong with me, beautiful." he smirked. "Want to see?"

"Sanji!" She growled angrily and sat down in a chair. "You're such a whore."

"Angel!" Sanji fell backwards. "You shouldn't say such words! You're a lady!"

"Huh. Whatever." She bit the words off, almost snapping at him. Sanji slowly began to realize something. He swore that Angel was attracted to him. He could sense it, feel it. The electricity they sparked between them was a real thing. But whenever he said something about another girl she - wait -- got jealous? Could it be? If so, they were alone now. He thought about it as he approached her. They never were really alone. It seemed that she always took care that someone else would be in the room with them wherever they went. And he saw her usual casual attitude towards him break quickly. It crumbled; a facade that he saw through in a moment. She wanted him.

"So." Sanji glanced over at the doors and then shrugged. "She's gone. The rest of the crew is out until later as well. And where's my birthday present?"

"It's um." She paused while he drew closer towards her. "It's ah... stop that!" His face grew even more innocent. He blew a calm, heart-shaped smoke ring to one side and grinned at her.

"I wasn't doing anything. Listen, we're alone..." He placed his hands on the back of the chair she was sitting in and leaned even closer. Elly swallowed nervously. He had boxed her in.

"Um," she murmured softly, casting her eyes back and forth. Her ears strained for any sound of their friends coming back but there was none.

"C'mon, baby," the blond man was humming, purring. "Just a quick happy birthday kiss? I promise I won't even open my mouth." He winked slyly. Elly sighed and opened her own, baring her fangs. She did this slowly, not in a threatening way but to show him how sharp they were.

"You'd better not. These can cut you," she warned. Sanji's quick inhale of breath was loud in the otherwise-empty kitchen. He blushed even harder and his eye sparkled happily.

"Is that a yes?!"

"Uh..."

"Too late, that's a yes," he whispered and brushed his lips lightly against hers. Elly was pressed back as far as she could in the chair, eyes wide. The light touch of his soft mouth on hers had been fleeting. And that's all he did; the briefest of touches before he settled back against the table and took another drag on his cigarette.

"S- Sanji?"

"Ah," he drew smoke in with a sigh. "Delicious." His curly eyebrow raised and he smiled at her. "I don't suppose I can get twenty more of those?"

"Twenty..."

"I'm twenty-one now," he murmured with the cigarette between his lips. "That was one. Would you be willing to part with the rest?"

"The same way?" The blond man placed a hand over his heart for joy. He looked up for a moment as if thanking some deity or other, then slowly took the smoke from his mouth and crushed it in a waiting ashtray. Sanji folded his long fingers together in his lap and smiled at the furry woman before him.

"Why don't we talk about that?" He laughed. "If I get that many more, though, I can promise you that they won't be as innocent as the first. Not by the time I'm done."

"I, uh... talk about it? What's to talk about?" She fidgeted, her ears flicking back and then slowly forward. Sanji's fingers twitched but he tightened his hands together.

"Mmm." It was an appreciative sound, not lust-filled or over the top. Elly blushed and looked into that one sea-blue eye. He seemed so sincere and very in charge of himself. She wasn't sure what to make of this change. It confused her and that was all the opportunity he needed. Sanji unfolded his hands and loosened his lavender tie with one finger, tilting his neck as he did so. She got a good glance at the smooth, pale expanse of his throat and licked her lips a little. He was almost as pale as she was. And, except for that patch of hair on his chin she never saw any stray hairs. Sanji was too meticulously groomed. As he pulled the tie down she caught a faint air of exotic cologne mixed with his cigarette-smoke scent. Her eyes closed for a moment.

"San..."

"Angel." He cut her off by breathing lightly into her mouth. Elly's eyes snapped open. "Hey, beautiful. I won't surprise you with my kisses. I want you to know when each of them is coming." Try as she might she couldn't come up with a reply to that. Sanji was seated on the edge of the table and he shifted on the hard wood surface, stretching a strong leg towards her chair. He winked when he snagged a rung with his foot and quickly snapped it forward. The end result was a pretty cat lady in his arms, clinging to him with one hand and whipping him on the chest with another.

"Damn it, I thought you said no surprises!"

"For the kisses," Sanji clarified. "It wouldn't be any fun if there weren't others." He chuckled and set his black-soled shoes comfortably on the chair she had been shot out of. It looked uncomfortable but Elly was safe in his arms and he was sitting firmly on the dining table. They weren't going anywhere.

"Bah," she grumbled. Sanji set a finger under her chin and lifted her head up to meet his.

"Ready for number two?" Elly choked. Why couldn't she say anything?! She could only shake in those wiry arms as he bent and brushed his mouth against hers one more time. He held this one longer but that was it; lips against lips as he stared into her dark eyes. He shivered when it was done. Both of them were blushing in equal amounts and no one was thinking of the cake or anything. As far as Sanji was concerned, this was all he wanted and he was getting it. The woman in his arms wasn't fighting him. He noticed in pleased surprise as he kissed her again that she was relaxing. Her chest rose and fell against his own as she panted in quick little breaths. The swell of her breasts against him made him feel giddy and he had to stop before he started to rush things.

Rushing things right when they he had finally reached success. That would be bad. So Sanji kissed her again, his fourth, pressing a little harder and nuzzling.

<i>I have to calm myself</i>, he thought. <i>Think. Numbers backwards from 100? The alphabet? What to make for dinner tomorrow night?</i> Nothing was working. He tried to force his growing desire down so he could concentrate but around number six his demeanor started to slip. He flicked his tongue lightly against her lower lip, carefully licking but not forcing inside. Not just yet. They both moaned and he raised an eyebrow curiously.

"What was that," he panted, "my Angel?"

"You smell good," she said shyly. Sanji took a deep breath and carefully pulled her head close to his neck.

"Well, then," he husked. "Why don't you see if you can find any more surprises?"

"Surprises?" But she had started to cuddle against his neck. Sanji almost groaned but he bit his lip to keep the sound from scaring her. He didn't want those fluttering, gentle touches to stop. Elly was lost in a sea of fine golden hair and milky skin. The smell of smoke and cologne was almost unbearably sexy; she caught herself in the act of placing a kiss on his ear and blinked.

<i>What the hell?</i> When she moved backwards without kissing him Sanji allowed himself a small groan of disappointment.

"Ah, please baby," he begged softly. "It can count as two or three of my kisses. Just one from you." He felt her hands tighten on his black silk shirt and kept on pleading, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. Elly's face was flaming. She watched the young man's face twist with passion as he struggled to retain control. That was her doing. And that was what he really wanted? Her kissing him of her own volition?

"Sanji," she gasped. And oh, how he fought back the scream that wanted to tear from his throat when he felt her warm mouth burning on his neck. He couldn't hold it all back. It came out as a strangled cry of her name. His fingers spasmed and this time Sanji allowed them to hold her tightly, to grasp at her back for a brief moment. Her shirt rode up a little and he sighed.

"More," he breathed. "What kiss is this?"

"I don't know, I..." She slid her arms around his neck. His mouth against hers this time was more insistent. Sanji's tongue lapped at her lips, pressed and pushed against her mouth. His chin fuzz tickled. Elly leaned towards him and gradually, almost shyly and as if she were afraid, parted her lips.

"Mnn, yes," Sanji moaned. The woman in his arms quivered as his tongue met hers. He was still careful; he wasn't rough and didn't kiss deeply. The time dragged by as Sanji kissed her deeply, and then...

"Number ten?" He whispered playfully. Elly gulped. His voice was sultry and virtually dripped with sensual promise. He was gazing at her with a half-lidded eye, his hair mussed on the other side of his face but still covering the eye that hid beneath. His tie was pulled to one side and he absently tugged it completely free. She watched as he blinked down at it and then smiled. The cloth was slipped around her neck so fast she didn't know how he had done it. Elly opened her mouth to protest but then he was there, shaking his head.

"No, no, sweetheart." He had tied the knot so that she had plenty of room for her neck but it was still firmly in place.

"What are you doing?" She breathed convulsively, beyond panting now. His captured lover was sweating lightly and as he pulled on the end of his tie she dug her nails into his neck. Sanji's voice throbbed when he spoke.

"Kissing you." He tugged and she slid against him, succumbing to his embrace and pressing herself against him. He couldn't hide his arousal now and when she felt it as she cuddled against him she didn't draw back. His heart hammered in his chest, triumphant. His next kiss was deeper yet. He probed delicately with his tongue and used his fingers to stroke her cheek as he kissed her. They tickled under her chin and he was rewarded with a low whimper.

"<i>Sanji...</i>"

"Yes!" He blurted it exultantly when he felt her hands touching him. The shout echoed in the kitchen. "Yes, do that." He squirmed as her fingers massaged his front, opening the buttons on his shirt. A fingertip touched a budding male nipple and he clenched his jaw and whined eagerly. Breath hissed between his teeth.

"Hmm?"

"P - pinch there, lightly," he whispered. She did, rolling the little nub of hard flesh under her fingers and he moaned. "Oh, baby, you're so good..."

"That, really?" Her face was unreadable for a second and he held his breath. His one eye grew wider and wider as she bent forwards toward the skin she had exposed. Softness, warmth and wet was abruptly accosting him as she settled her mouth on the tender flesh. Sanji clapped a hand quickly over his mouth to stifle his cries. Teasing, biting, nibbling then sucking and licking the pain away - he never dreamed of anything like that. A tear slowly formed in the corner of his eye; his other streamed down his face. The hair on his left side was starting to catch and stick to the salty waterfall and he brushed at it with his free hand. Elly was holding onto him tightly now so he could afford to drop his own hands. He certainly needed them.

She let her tongue stick out and pulled away from his sweaty, hot skin.

"Um - S- Sanji, I..." She looked frightened as if what she had been doing had just dawned on her. Sanji cooed reassuringly, reaching out to stroke her cheek again.

"Baby, don't be scared." He paused. "Are you afraid I might take advantage of you?" His face was blushing but serious. She shook her head.

"But I don't <i>know</i> what I want," she said miserably.

"Are you a virgin, then?" Sanji broke off with a light cough. "I don't mean to pry, but we should talk before I do something that might shock you."

"No," she responded simply. "Are you?"

"No," he murmured truthfully, feeling her stiffen in his light hold. "It just means I wouldn't hurt you," he added quickly, "I can take care of you..." He watched her face tighten and he shook his head. So close. He had been so close. Sanji picked her up and stood. She blinked at him but he set Elly down on the chair and smiled wistfully. "I did hurt you. But differently." He placed a hand over his heart and bowed before her.

"You told the truth." She shrugged, her voice curt despite her efforts to soften it and not sound wildly jealous. What had she expected, after all? Elly had known he wasn't. How could someone like him be a virgin? Her face paled, then blushed a darker red than before as she realized she was jealous. 

"Thank you," he said quietly before straightening and brushing off his pants. Sanji tried to calm himself and smooth the tented fabric but it was futile. The purple-haired lady had worked him into an obvious state. He certainly wasn't going to let his profile give him away to anyone else. Plus he had to take care of that little problem now before he started to ache. It would only confuse her more if he acted as trembling as he felt, so the slender man did his best to walk calmly to the door. "I'll be back in a moment," he called out.

She was jealous.

Jealous.

"I am not," she hissed in terror. Elly clutched the table in front of her as hard as she could, fingernails digging into the smooth surface of the wood. No, she couldn't deny it. She was jealous and that meant she was interested in him at the very least. She thought it went deeper than that seeing as her blood virtually boiled with rage at the thought of someone else touching him where she had. Kissing him and loving him. She wailed in anguish just as Sanji's hand closed on the knob to unlock the door and step outside.

"Angel!" He jerked around sharply. "Are you all r-" He trailed off slowly, frowning at her sudden weeping. His long legs carried him to her side in moments. "Are you - all right..?"

"I know what I want," she gasped between sobs. Sanji pulled a chair up and slipped a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"What's wrong?"

"I w - want you to tell me I'm not going to be one of those other times."

"What?!" He almost fell off the chair, arm spasming. Sanji took a deep breath when he saw her stare sadly at him. Damn it. That about broke his heart since her eyes were so wet with tears for him. He tried to regain his dignity by replacing his arm about her as if nothing had happened. "Other times," he repeated softly. "With other girls?" She nodded.

"Well..." She bit her lip, suddenly ashamed.

"This is different." He rubbed gently at her cheek, swiping the fallen tears away with a thumb. "That means this is different, too, then, if I'm not mistaken." He pointed to her heart. "I think that's what counts." Elly sighed, frowning in apparent deep thought. She took the hand he offered her and held it between her breasts. Then she got up. Sanji blinked as she took the chair he was on and shoved it back against the table. His hands twitched when she climbed onto his lap, holding him around his neck. He didn't move, afraid that speaking or touching her would be doing the wrong thing. After several long moments, however, he hesitantly rested his hands on her back and she sighed.

Silence.

It was silent in the giant kitchen except for heavy breathing. Clothing was scattered around the table and draped partially over one of the large chairs. The cook was sitting on another, his head craning as he looked up at the woman above him.

"Angel!" Sanji's neck strained backwards, droplets of sweat flicking onto the otherwise immaculate dining table. His golden hair gleamed in the light streaming through the high windows, glistening and putting the wood surface to shame. Sanji's teeth were clenched and his eye was squeezed as tightly shut. He whimpered under his breath. "It shouldn't be for me only," he pleaded. "You don't need to, I can wait! Don't..." He gasped hoarsely, hands clutching Elly closer to him. She had moved only a little but little enough; his firm manhood was engulfed in a silky heat that was tighter than he had ever felt before. He saw spots and had to remind himself to breathe.

"Oh my god. Sanji."

"Slow," he coached softly, his voice breaking when she lowered herself. "Slow... ahhhhh. It doesn't hurt, does it love?"

"A little burning." Elly swallowed hard, her cheek against his wet with fresh tears. It didn't hurt too much but the act itself was more than she had thought it would be. Something about being this close to him was almost too much.

"Don't push." Sanji took her head in two gentle hands and looked her in the eye. "The resistance is natural if you haven't in awhile." He paused while her cheeks burned amazingly red. Her lavender hair had slipped out from behind her ears and hung, elfen-locked, about her face while she sat above him.

"But..."

"Not yet."

"B-"

"If you're giving yourself to me," he panted, his mouth hanging open lasciviously, "I want to do this." He cupped his hands around the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his.

"How can you if I'm...?"

"Delicious," he hummed, throat vibrating in a low purr. "Here. So sweet, my dessert..." Sanji thrust his hips upwards, gently as he could, still shallowly and not breaking that barrier. Elly's gasp sounded even louder to him because he had closed his eyes again. Startled more because he was speaking so wantonly she fell, limp, over his body and began to tremble.

"I don't know if I can hold myself up anymore," she said quietly.

"Mmmn." Sanji roused himself. Deep within her moist body he throbbed, stomach roiling with the need to give and take and thrust. This wasn't a tavern wench, though. This was someone to love that loved him back. He nodded at her and wrapped supporting arms about her waist. "It's all right. Can you stand?"

"Mmm. I think, but...?"

"S'fine." He swallowed and winced with loss when she pulled back. His erection was slick with various bodily fluids. Flushed and needy, it bobbed when he got up and stretched his arms over his head, trying to ignore the ridiculous thing. "My room's right there, if you like." She hesitated and Sanji threw caution to the winds. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her as hard as he dared and rubbing on her body. His hands caressed her longingly, smoothing up her back and then burrowing in her hair as the kiss deepened. Their bodies entwined in the middle of the kitchen, nearly fumbling in their need for each other but somehow still looking beautiful in their passion. Sanji didn't wait for a verbal reply and soon they were laying on his cool sheets, vying for kisses with their hands all over each other.

"Lovely," the young man gasped breathlessly as he found her open and ready body. "Ah! You've relaxed, Angel..." Her body wasn't as tense this time and his thrust met with that light resistance. "May I?" he whispered, ever the gentleman. She bit her lip, eyes wide and nervous.

"Sanji," she whispered in a tiny voice.

"I can still back away," he said. But his calm demeanor was slipping, the words growing huskier even as he spoke. "But I want to. All I need to make you mine is a gentle nudge. So soft," his smoky, musky hair cascaded over her chest as he purred, "so sweet. I'll be good to you, darling. I promise." Elly couldn't speak. He saw this; so he kissed her and looked into her eyes instead. Finding no panic or rejection, he slipped an arm around her and placed his cheek against hers.

And thrust.

Her inhalation was sharp, air whistling in quickly and high pitched. Sanji felt her hands on his back, grabbing desperately. He breathed deeply, in and out, calming his nerve-wracked body to hold himself as still as he possibly could. He was wrapped in that unbelievable tightness again, this time more so. Her soft, shocked gasps for air and her hands on his body were making it hard for him to stay quiet for long.

"Y - you're deeper..." 

Sanji cried out. "I want," he groaned, "I need to be deeper than that." He raised his hips and then thrust again. "Deeper, love? Deeper?"

"Oh!" His movements were sliding against her sensitive pleasure center. "More," she panted shyly.

"Yes." Sanji was dripping sweat. Beads of it clung to his lean frame as they began to make love, others dripped down his rear, slipped past his tightly-drawn balls, tickling him. More splashed onto his lover as he sped up, moving powerfully. His strong muscles, hidden under all those smart clothes he wore during the day worked and pulled and gathered. Something about the way Elly wordlessly grabbed at his rear to demand more from him pushed him to new heights. "Yes! Ngh, shit yeah..."

"Heh," she chuckled amidst the orgasm building in her belly, "Still have - oh, god -- that foul mouth." Sanji apologized profusely, licking at her lips and whimpering. She squealed faintly as the friction became a delicious rubbing burst and her lover began to rock the bed, daring to move harder than he had before in her final throes.

"Deeper, love," he wailed, his whining, desperate voice betraying how close he was. "All the way inside you! Now! Yes!" His next push tightly pressed her to the bed. His slender-seeming frame shivered above her. Sanji's face was ecstatic; his blonde hair mussed and sticking up in places, his visible eye closed, that curly eyebrow drawn close. He grimaced lightly as his body expelled his seed, wincing at each fresh burst. Eventually he wound down and slipped out of her body carefully to avoid as much mess as he could. Elly's lavender eyes paled when she saw his penis slicked with semen and a light tracing of blood.

"Ah."

"It's all right," he soothed. "I told you, if you haven't in a long while there's a buildup. Sometimes you grow it back..." He saw her face and stopped. "Sorry, sweetheart. You knew you weren't my first."

"Yeah." Her expression was sealing off, closing up again. Panicked, Sanji wiped his hand on the sheets beside him and sprang forward.

"Don't," he whispered. "Don't leave me, Angel." She frowned and looked up at him.

"Can you tell me that you love me?" Sanji was brought up short. His dark blue eye shimmered, wavering. A great big teardrop appeared at the corner, growing bigger by the second. His face burned hotly with a blush that was almost purple in intensity. His chest hitching, he leaned down just as the tear broke free and splashed on her breasts. She felt the light fuzz on his chin as he nuzzled close to her ear. "It doesn't matter," she said shortly. "I know." He flexed his abnormally strong legs, keeping himself above her, not laying on top because he considered himself too heavy.

"Don't believe your fears. Believe me." He kissed underneath her ear, then softly cleared his throat. "You're what I always wished for. I wanted love for my birthday. Someone to love me back..." She smiled and touched his cheek with her fingertips. "...the way I loved them."

"Mmm. Then happy birthday, right?"

"Very happy," he agreed, kissing her softly on the mouth.

Just Because

oct 30 07




"Yikes!" It was unlike her to scream so loud but her tail had been unceremoniously grabbed. Elly whisked around, eyes narrow. "What're you doing?!"

"Get over here."

"What?!" Even louder. She snorted and pointed at the big man she faced. He was a good five inches taller than she was and bulked large in front of her. Zoro rolled his shoulders back. Elly's, in contrast, fell when he did this. Damned idiot. He was getting even more arrogant with her now. It didn't help that when he so much as looked at her she melted like some hormone-struck teenager. The swordsman had just rolled out of bed from where he had been napping moments before. His face still looked sleepy and she squashed her emotions down into a little bundle for later. He looked so cute. "Gah!"

"Said c'mere." He simply stood, naked to the waist with no haramaki, arms open and waiting. Elly was about to protest when she found she'd already walked right into his embrace. Zoro's chin settled comfortably on top of her hair. "Good," he grunted. His hand slid up the base of her tail and roughly squeezed.

Shit!

Elly's knees wobbled. "I can't stand up when you do that," she gasped weakly.

"I know." His palm stroked, running up the length of the striped fur and coming to the doubled, white-tipped end. His other arm was wrapped tightly around her, hand resting gently on her back. "Turn around."

"Oh Zoro, please don't..."

"What?"

"You know what being behind me does, fool! I'm a nekomata, remember? A 'stupid cat'?"

"I remember." He flipped her even though she was bracing herself to stop him. As he did he grasped her waist from behind and pulled, falling back on the bed. She landed softly on his lap with his hands warm against her.

"Damn tail," she heard him mutter.

"Exactly."

"Ha!" It had flicked across his face and he spluttered. But one hand slid under her rear and he pushed her to the floor. "Down."

"Zoro!"

"Damn it!" He snapped roughly. "I'm not kidding, cat! You wanted this, didn't you? Just get down!"

Wanted...? Her ears flicked up. Yes, she remembered. She'd been chatting with some of the girls when she thought he hadn't been around. About what it was like having sex as a cat. She had explained that she didn't know exactly and never would. But there were some things she knew that felines did and liked. They had been curious and she had told them everything she could.

For instance, the tail was a sensitive and proud spot. It was considered highly insulting to grab at or touch it - unless you were coupled with someone. When your partner stroked it, squeezing the bottom near the rear it was enough to bring tears to your eyes. When a female's tail went up it was an invitation to sex.

"All right," he murmured. Zoro was sitting comfortably on the low bed pulling her towards him. He brushed her tail aside with one hand as it waved around in front of his face and concentrated on helping her strip. As she pulled her shirt off and felt him unzipping her shorts she gulped. He was now standing over her, looming, lurking, his warmth and scent almost overpowering her. She felt his chest on hers and then Zoro was nipping at her neck, growling low under his breath.

Cats didn't kiss, really - they couldn't. She'd grinned when the girls had been shocked but reminded them they had fangs. It was a bit difficult to kiss with muzzles and sharp teeth in the way. Licking was affectionate, biting was sexual. A male with the act of love on his mind would often bite the sensitive neck of the female, brushing his fangs across the tender area in a show of possessiveness. The pheromones they secreted in their cheeks were used too...

"Mine," the big man husked. He was rubbing his cheek against hers from behind, making a sound that could only be described as a rumbling purr. Her purple side locks got in the way and he tucked them back like she usually did. Her ears laid completely back submissively, instinctively. Elly's fingernails dug into the wooden planks. Zoro marked her though he didn't have the glands she did. He accepted her scenting, too, even though it must have been odd for him to feel the slight dampness. She knew he probably couldn't smell it but it was her essence - a set of initials that any animal would smell and know they were together.

Cats made love differently than humans did - unless the humans were experimenting. The female in front and the male behind, always. This was their nature. The sex was usually rough and it was generally believed the more wild the male was the more he loved the female he was with. She trembled. Zoro was the strongest human male she had come into contact with. She didn't know if she could stand it.

"You sure you want to...?" She felt his breath on her neck and heard the soft thump of fabric behind. He'd kicked his pants off or something. Yes, pants. She could smell his arousal now, stronger that his penis was exposed to the air. The musky scent caused her to toss her head up, sniffing quickly. Zoro's voice was the lowest she'd ever heard it and when he spoke it was directly into her twitching ear.

"Ch', cat, quiet." Stern, so stern. She shuddered again. Demanding. It aroused certain feelings in her she wasn't able to suppress. "I'm your mate and I want to mount you. Do as I say." Her jaw dropped and all the blood rushed into her face. She froze, which was exactly what he wanted her to do. He dropped to his knees behind her, his face as bright red as hers. It helped that she was already in front of him. Zoro wanted to do this for her but he still had a problem with talking out loud during sex. His arms bunched as he gripped her sides, angling towards her. This was awkward and she couldn't help since she was stunned into immobility. He had to do it all himself. Muscles rippled as he twisted around. He finally gave up and used his hands to guide his member inside her body. When he entered her it was perfect - she fit him like one of his sheathes fit his katana. Except she was hot, so much hotter. Zoro groaned deeply. His head rolled backwards, eyes closed, and he listened to the grating sound of her claws curling up splinters of wood.

Yes.

He remembered what he had to do and tensed himself, trying to bring as much of his strength to bear that wouldn't harm her. But he stopped right before thrusting forward to stare at her. Her head was down, her ears loose and flopping to either side. She couldn't even hold them back anymore. She was without clothes, her pale skin seeming to glow in the pale light of the aquarium surrounding the room. The purple fur of her tail felt like silk under his palms as he palmed it one last time.

"Be ready," he husked. He thrust forward eagerly, bringing his hips and lower belly into contact with the softness. He could never admit it openly, but the light tickling of her tail against his chest was something he dreamed of at night. Zoro panted hoarsely.

He had to do this right.

He had to do it hard.

He fell over her body like an avalanche of lust and desire. If she didn't feel mauled she wasn't going to feel loved. Wasn't that the point? Sweat flew from his tanned body as he rose and fell in the steady rhythm of his lovemaking. His hands were braced on the bed now and he was leaning completely over her, covering all of her body with his and panting on her neck. Body fluid dripped; moist sounds accompanied his smacking thrusts. Elly had begun to utter soft little mewling sounds with every jerk forward he gave. His skin slid deliciously along his engorged member and Zoro snapped out of the haze he was in when he heard a man's voice crying out. His lips were parted, his throat dry. A man's voice - had to be his. What had he been shouting? Had he been saying something? All was a blur. He just needed more. More of his cat.

She was quiet because she had begun listening to the muscular man behind her. Maybe he didn't know he was talking, she thought, gasping when he began speaking things she had never heard him say before. Strange things... un-Zoro-like things. His gruff voice told her intimate things about his body she didn't know. He moaned how perfect it felt inside her, all tight and wet and warm. She shook her head, amazed. More of her. That's what he wanted.

"Ah, kitten, all the way inside of you." Zoro licked his lips and moved faster, rocking into her body. His fists were clenched, eyes squeezed shut. His breathing was ragged and when he did open his eyes he saw spots dancing in front of them. He shut them quickly and kissed her neck. "More," he grated. "You want more of me? All of it?"

"Yes," was the weak reply that drifted up to his ears.

"You sure?" He panted, slowing slightly. "I didn't use any protection, kit." He caught her ear tip in his mouth and bit gently, teasingly.

"Oh my god..." She should have realized that. He felt more slick, the sex smoother. And he was pulling out a lot farther than he normally would when he reared backwards. She clawed frantically at the sheets below her. Mating. They were really mating. He would actually come inside of her, spill his essence and leave her satisfied in a whole new way.

"Ah!" A wild thrill ran down his belly. Oh, she was squirming under him, his love, calling his name and crying out, no - she was screaming. Screaming his name in rapture every time he thrust back in. He was stroking her to orgasm and he felt his building as her body tightened around him. His abdomen contracted and he let out a great breath of air. "I'm naked inside you," he goaded further, growling. Little bangs of green hair fell over his forehead and sweat trickled down his neck, his back, his buttocks.

"Yes, Zoro!"

"Gonna come inside you." Amazingly, he was slowing down. His movements had become concentrated, thrusting upwards and deeper. He buried himself in blissful sexual heat.

"Oh Zoro, yes."

"You want it all? Hot, warm... me?" Her answer was a long, quavering whine. "Shh," he whispered soothingly. "S'okay." He paused.

"Zoro, I..."

"Mnn, wait," he gasped. He convulsed behind her, thighs flexing. "Nnnn, nngh - rrgh!" Oh, to hear him losing control so clearly! Her body shook with the force of her release. And while she shivered through her orgasm he was starting his. Zoro made the sexiest sounds when he came, almost like he was fighting. As she wound down she listened in a dreamy state of utter contentment. She loved it when he finished inside her.

For his part, her body clamped down on his and urged him to finish. Zoro grit his teeth together and dropped a hand to the base of his penis, circling it with a fist. He held himself still while he came. It felt like boiling fire, a relief as much as release when it shot out of him and inside her body. The big man's face was flushed and his eyes hooded as he gently squeezed and encouraged his body to expel every last bit he could possibly give her.

"Zoro?"

"Milking myself," and he did manage to urge a few trickles more. Then he choked and winced sharply. Shit! Too much. Damn it, that hurt. He hoped it was enough to make her remember this for a long time. When he pulled away from her she stayed in the position she'd been in for a long moment. Her tail was drooping off to the side where he had shoved it out of his way but it slowly began to lash her flanks.

"Why?" She gasped, turning her head to the side to look back at him. But he just shrugged.

"Because," was all he said.

Take it like a Man

july 29 07

It was night time on the small boat they shared. A day of hard working outside had ended with a light dinner and a shower. Now they lay nude, side by side in the friendly darkness while the waves rocked their craft gently to and fro. The man yawned bone-crackingly and turned his head to stare at the woman laying beside him.

"Eh, stupid cat. You gonna sleep right away?" He raised his arms over his head and stretched, muscles rippling.

"What?" A soft mumble. "Zoro. I'm tired." Elly raised her head from the protective bundle of sheets she'd wrapped it in. "What's wrong?" He shrugged.

"You're over there." He thrust his lower lip out in a frown. Elly almost laughed, then saw he was serious - he wanted her to be closer to him and was grumpy about having to ask.

"Well, if you're that lonely," she murmured. "Here." She crawled between his legs, squirming around until she was laying on top of him. He grinned ferally.

"Much better!"

"Hmm." She snuggled against his big chest, absently kissing the scar like she always did. One of her hands trailed restlessly down his body. And then she had an idea. Her lavender eyes lit up with dark glee as she thought about it. Moving slowly, so as not to alarm him, she caressed further down.

"What?" He peered down at her. "You want me?" Her hand was indeed following the course he thought, low towards his sex. He'd started to twitch as soon as he mentioned it, one eye cracked open and one squinted nearly shut with a sleepy little tear peeking in the corner. She bypassed his soft flesh and slid under it, cupping his lightly haired balls and sliding further.

"Hey," he protested, his face quickly coloring. "What're you doing?" He jerked away from the feather light touch caressing the little strip of moist skin she found.

"Something I want to," she replied calmly. "You can stop me if it's too much, you know." That one simple statement triggered the big man's stubborn nature. He frowned, twisting around to stare directly in her face.

"I can take anything you give," he huffed. "Stupid ca-" Zoro suddenly swallowed loudly, his irritation giving way to shock. His eye twitched as she rubbed harder, the back of her hand smooth and pressing against his balls. His inner thighs spasmed at the trickle of lubricant she had added caused her touches to become more slippery.

"Good," she murmured. Her finger trailed downwards.

"Cat," he ground out warningly. "I'm not - I don't..."

"I know, love," she said sweetly. "But, I'll confess a little something to you right now." She took her other hand and slid it under the big man's nude ass, squeezing only a little.

"Shit!"

"I read all about this, and it turned me on." She bent and kissed his thigh. "I mean, look at you now. You're all spread wide open and as vulnerable as you'll ever get." Her finger tickled even lower, rubbing the fluid on the tightly puckered hole it found.

"I'm not..."

"I know. But I'm not another man, am I?" Elly gave him a very direct look. "Besides, this is supposed to feel good. How will you know if you don't try it?" More fluid trickled, tickling him and causing him to gasp. She added it generously but the tip of her finger still met with firm resistance. The tightness and feeling of entering him made her flush and start to pant. This was exciting! He lay underneath her, muscles rippling and pulsing under his tanned and sweaty skin. Zoro's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and his mouth was partly open. He was, in fact, baring his teeth. The little pants that were escaping him and his rapidly stiffening member were proof that she wasn't hurting him, however. Far from it.

She fondly watched as he warred with himself. It must be pleasure, but he'd convinced himself that anything involving his ass would be homosexual and of course he was completely straight. She knew what was in his mind; he was proud of who he was and he knew who he was. The little challenge she'd made earlier had been the only way to get him to try this. If she was careful he might even enjoy it more than he thought possible. Elly took a deep breath. She barely moved, creeping inside the big man's virgin entrance until she had enough length to carefully thrust in and out, just once.

Zoro squeaked.

A tiny dry sound was forced out of his throat as his head shot up off the pillows. His eyes were huge with disbelief. God, the feeling of his woman doing this to him! Was this what she felt when he entered her? He choked but regained control quickly. His eyes immediately narrowed in disbelief at himself. What the hell had that noise been? How had it escaped him? He threw his shoulders back and settled down again, struggling to calm himself. But she wasn't making it easy. Zoro's breath blew out of him in another gasp when she curled her finger. This time she pressed further in and she brushed against his prostate.

He swore.

Loudly.

Elly's head snapped up in surprise when she felt his frantic movement. One of those big hands had wrapped eagerly around his now thoroughly erect penis and was stroking. She stared at him, mesmerized. His hand gripped tightly, squeezing the blood-engorged flesh and pulling it. His thumb came up and rubbed the plump head at one point, smearing a tiny bit of milky-white fluid down the length of his shaft. She stared until he grunted and spoke sharply to her.

"Aren't you supposed to be fucking me?" His choice of words were deliberately crude, his voice hoarse and savage. The words, spoken like they were and coming from him hit her like a blow. She reeled back.

"Zoro!"

"Damn it, cat," he snarled. "You wanted this. Help me finish!" Wide-eyed, she added another finger and he bucked towards her, actually helping the penetration. Elly blinked. This wild response was unbelievable. She shook herself and tried to concentrate, but his grunting and straining was really very distracting. If she closed her eyes it was even worse. All that she could hear was Zoro's growls and rough breathing. The sound of her fingers inside him was fluid and actually a bit humorous.

"How close are you?" She winced. He'd never...

"Harder, faster," he panted, staring down at her with those burning eyes. "You won't hurt me."

"I'll break my fingers off!" She protested, but managed to move more firmly inside him. His response was a guttural moan.

"Here. Give me your mouth. I need it."

"Zoro?" God, this was insane! He was holding himself straight up, beckoning with his right hand. His dark manhood was slick and drooling at the tip.

"Want your kiss here," he ground out. He paused, a smirk playing across his lips. "Holding back until you do."

"Damn your stamina." But she stopped. Zoro had bowed his head on his chest, wheezing. A few green strands of his hair fell as she watched, confused. He choked and jerked forwards once.

"Hurry," he hissed. Elly smiled delightfully. Oh, clever Zoro, she thought. He'd been bluffing. The big man was shaking all over, muscles strained and sweat glistening on his body. What was now dripping down his rigid shaft was a small fount of ejaculation. He'd already half come. She almost purred as she pushed herself up his body, fingers still moving below. She lapped once, licking the head clean and then softly kissing it.

The swordsman's body literally twisted in pleasure. She jerked quickly away as he writhed upwards, causing the tiny bed to creak alarmingly. Zoro's eyes were squeezed tightly shut in a fierce frown of pleasure. His mouth was open with a small fleck of saliva sparkling on his lower lip and his furtive shouting was loud. She watched him lovingly as he struggled with the orgasm climbing through him.

"Damn," he gasped. "So hard!" He arched backwards one more time and she felt his tightly puckered entrance squeeze against her fingers. Startled, she watched as a thick stream of pearly white erupted from his sex. It shot up with such force it hit the wall behind them. He gasped and did it again, lighter this time, splashing his own chest and crying out weakly. "Cat..."

His voice was trailing off.

"Yes, love?" She had removed her hand and was wiping it on a small washcloth they hid under the bed. It would do for the time being. She really wanted to wash it, though. It was all love and romance to do such a thing but after all, it was someone's ass.

"Come here." And then he moved. Elly yelped, purple hair flying. His arms had grabbed her around the middle and he pulled her directly up into his face. Her belly landed right on his chest with a squishing sound.

"Awww, right in the..." She stopped, faltering. Those dark eyes were hooded and his voice was chillingly soft.

"You think you were so clever there, didn't you?" He purred. She almost couldn't hear him. His lips scarcely moved and all she could see were those glittering powerful eyes. They held her in thrall as he squeezed her tightly.

"What? Zor-"

"Tomorrow."

"Eh?" She was breathing in little ragged puffs. His eyes!

"I'm going to make you scream so hard your throat will hurt." He caressed her rear, slipping low to slide a hand over her needy sex.

"Oh." It was all she could say. Her throat was working already, and she reached up and touched it with a trembling hand.

"Tomorrow," he repeated with an evil grin. He pulled her over by his side, curled up by his slightly sticky chest and promptly went to sleep.

"Zoro!"

"Gzzznnnt..."

Goggle Boy

jan 10 07

"Hey, goggle boy," Zoro tossed off causally, calling out to the man beside him.

"That's it!" Elly snapped, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "No more making fun of him... you're marching right up there and putting that Skypiea outfit on." She paused for effect. "The whole thing."

"Not the goggles." He tried to look properly chastised but a faint smile marred the result.

"Yes, those too." She held out her arms to him.

"Did they have many rooms for rent up there?" The swordsman turned to the fighter, who was now resting back against Bulma and smoking. Zoro's brow wrinkled. <i>Just like that damned cook</i>, he thought. At least he was used to the smell now - a good thing because it took a long time to get the scent out of a full body's length of fur.

"They're a little small, but they're cozy," the blue-haired woman replied. Then she bit her lip and blushed a little. "Um."

"Perfect for..." Hwoarang began, but was cut off as Bulma punched him lightly in the side.

"Oof."

"Shut up," she hissed, turning a darker shade of red. Then she smiled at her friend. "The one in the far right corner is ours though."

"Hnnnf," Zoro grunted as he lifted the furry demon cat in his arms. He appeared to be thinking this over. Elly snuggled happily against his warm chest and grinned toothily back at Bulma. One of her eyes closed in a slow wink. Finally Zoro turned and started up the stairs.

"Neighbors," he waved jokingly to the couple they were leaving behind.

"Their loss, actually," she murmured as he carried her up the dark wooden steps. "You're loud sometimes."

"And you're not? Stupid cat." He walked down the rows of doors to the second to last one and stopped, fumbling for the key he'd had all along.

"Idiot swordsman." She nipped his neck lightly. Zoro shuddered - not noticeably, of course, but she could feel his tense muscles jerk at the touch. He set her down on the cozy little bed and walked into the bathroom where their clothes trunk was.

"You want to bother with this?" His rumbling voice sounded amused when he strolled out a moment or so later. He was holding the sleeveless blue shirt in one hand, goggles in another. He was bare-chested and the green haramaki he always wore was pushed down a ways as if he'd rushed things. Now he raised an eyebrow at the woman pondering him on the bed. Elly stretched languidly, curling her tail around her. Zoro's eyes narrowed speculatively.

"What?"

"Lose the cat form." He walked over and stroked her back once, his gentle touch belying the bland expression on his face. He did manage a grin when she shook herself and changed to cat woman, however. She retained the tail, ears and fangs but lost a great deal of fur.

"Better?" she asked archly.

"Yeah," he grunted and slipped the shirt on. He then chuckled and slung the goggles around his neck to rest on his upper chest. She sat up and hugged him tight, laughing happily. The big man blushed at this sudden display and sat down on the bed next to her, curling an arm around her shoulders. Elly sighed and nuzzled her head against his arm, burrowing even more tightly under it.

"You smell like smoke," she whispered.

"Always smell like that," Zoro supplied helpfully. "Asshole cook smokes."

"Not the same, really." She sat up and crawled in his lap, toying with the protective eyewear. "I think Hwoarang's cigarettes are a different brand." He blinked lazily, watching her play with the goggles for a short while.

"Really like them that much?" He asked finally. She ducked her head shyly.

"They're different," she said as if that explained everything. "You look very sexy in that outfit." Zoro choked on that and she whispered under her breath.

"What was that, cat?" A finger rubbed under her chin and then forced it up so he could stare into her eyes.

"I said," she coughed lightly, "besides everything else." She had the pleasure of seeing his confusion double at that, his blush darkening as his eyes widened. Elly loved startling her beloved. His face always got so shocked at what seemed to her the simplest of things.

"Um..."

"Why so surprised?" she leaned forward and purred into his ear - the one with the earrings. That one was sensitive and she knew it. They jingled musically and she flicked her tongue out to toy with them playfully. Zoro's breath caught and he shrugged.

"Not," he said shortly. Then his hand slipped under her rear and he caressed delicately. "You wouldn't be here if you thought I was ugly, would you?" Elly laughed out loud, throwing her head back. It was a warm, rich laugh that caused Zoro to join in after a moment. There was so much fun and wonder in these first few days after he had openly admitted his love. She laughed, but in a moment her breath caught as his hand started to slide her shorts and underwear off.

"What about some foreplay, love?" A small chuckle escaped her at his innocent face. He then did something that forced her to revise his lovemaking skills. They'd both been virgins when they had started experimenting and at first it seemed the big man was too embarrassed to cope with the finer, subtle aspects of romancing. She'd misjudged him. He had studied her in even more ways than he studied his opponent before a fight. Zoro grinned at her, throwing the jeans and panties aside with no apparent interest. He reached over and untied the bandanna from his left arm.

"All right." He quickly flipped it up and over his head, tying it in place over his hair. This left the glint of his eyes visible under the improvised snood and had always excited her. Zoro's eyes always snapped with energy when he fought, not with bloodlust but for the chance to prove himself again and again. The dark green eyes were smoldering now - and directed at her with all the force of a blow. She blinked and her arms tightened around his neck.

"What are you going to..."

"Do?" he husked, settling her more comfortably in his lap and taking the goggles off. "You'll see... don't think I need these now." Elly silently agreed, a finger or two gently tracing the cords in his neck. He nodded and threw them in the same corner with the lower half of her clothing.

"Hmm," she purred when his hands slowly caressed her back, "That feels good." Zoro grinned ferally and gently bit her neck.

"I know, cat." He paused. "I need something..." He picked her up, carefully bundling her in his strong arms and placing her on the little bed. Then he hunted around in the little bag he'd brought.

"What're you looking for?"

"Ha." He drew out a small bottle of caramel-colored oil. Elly blinked.

"Sanji'll kill you if you took his cooking..."

"Not that kind," Zoro rolled his eyes dramatically. He rolled a little from the bottle onto his palms and briskly rubbed them together. "Comfortable on your front?"

"Want me to roll over, huh?" She raised an eyebrow and complied when he nodded. Zoro sighed gustily and crept above her on the bed. He straddled her as easily as he could to avoid the bed rocking too much and gently pressed down on his partner's shoulders, on either side of the spine. Elly purred faintly when she felt his slick, warm hands on her skin. With a flat hand, fingers together, he moved his hands in parallel lines up either side of her spine, then out and across her shoulders, slowly caressing. He swiped his hands across her upper body until he felt her muscles all relax and then pulled away to consider his options.

Zoro had been taught how to massage. Sometimes muscles cramped up and you had to work the spasms out; sometimes you wanted to inflict pain in an opponent. It had all been part of his training and he had been a very diligent student.

"Breathe in deep." He repressed a wild thrill when he saw how quickly she complied. His hands gently massaged her neck, making small circles as he went, trailing up to her ears. When he reached her earlobes her gently rubbed the lower halves, smiling when he heard her murmur softly into the pillows. It had been a good choice; her neck was wonderfully sensitive. Since she was part beast she always had a high erogenous zone in that spot. He'd first been amazed but as he grew accustomed to it he found it was marvelously helpful. Now he bent forward and lightly kissed the hollow just below her ear, trailing his tongue along the strip of skin he'd chosen to tease. Elly dug her hands into the sheets and he growled softly, vibrating his lips against her sensitive skin.

"Mmm..." He bared his teeth and rubbed them against the skin as his hands gently kneaded her upper back. Now he could not only hear her desire but feel it: her body rose and fell as he teased, then massaged. Never too much teasing, he didn't want her to tense too much and get hurt. Just enough for her to pant and moan, to sigh his name into the soft pillows. He kissed her throat softly and muttered in her ear.

"Keep breathing deeply." Zoro couldn't resist an ear-nibble to go along with the command and she shivered appreciation. "Gonna strip." He heard her giggle faintly as he backed off the bed and had an idea. Untying the bandanna from his head he reached over and grasped one of her wrists lightly. "Can you sit up a little?"

"Course I can." She did and he found all the blood he had in his body rushing into his cheeks and groin. His face burned and his lower half felt just as much on fire. He swallowed and touched her cheek as she watched him, still laying on her belly but propped up on her elbows. He couldn't speak, he simply held out the bandanna and stroked her forehead with a finger. She immediately knew what he wanted to do and her heart began to race. "B -blindfold?"

Oh, how he blushed! But those dark eyes smoldered hotter still. Zoro stuck his lip out in that pout she found too adorable for words. He slowly nodded and wrapped the cloth around her forehead, tugging down on it to cover her eyes.

"That okay?" He leaned forward again. "Not uncomfortable?"

"It's fine," she smiled. Then she gasped as her next sentence was cut off before she even had a chance. Zoro moved swiftly, his hands holding the sides of her face and his mouth greedily covering hers. She hadn't realized how much this might excite him as it did her. The prospect of making love without knowing what the big man was planning to do half-stifled her with sudden lust. He was so quiet! He could sneak up on her without even really trying. If she was paying attention she could smell and hear where he was if she were in one of her anthro forms. When she was human she felt a little blind anyways. And with that strip of cloth covering her vision she felt completely helpless. He withdrew after a few wild moments and Elly heard faint thumps and grunting as he shed the rest of his clothing. Two loud bangs proclaimed he had, as usual, thrown his heavy boots aside - probably into a wall or piece of furniture. The muttered curse she heard afterwards made her think it had been the latter. She laid back down and rested her head sideways on the pillows, so as not to disturb the blindfold. It smelled like him. She sighed.

The bed creaked as he climbed back on.

"Hey," he called softly. "Kitten..."

Her breath caught in her throat. He called her that name but rarely; and only when he was really in the mood for an extremely prolonged bout of loving. She felt fingers graze her back and then warm skin rested against her body. A hard length of manhood rubbed hotly between her thighs but it didn't feel like it was on purpose. His body was simply excited.

"Zoro?"

"Hmm." Zoro's hands brushed the base of her neck and she shivered. "What?" Warm breath on her ear. He licked lingeringly along the lobe and she couldn't remember what she was going to say. His low chuckle brought her back to her senses.

"Can I have a kiss?"

"Where?" She could hardly believe the subtle lilt of his voice. Had he just asked her that?

"Zoro!" The chuckle grew into a full laugh. Calloused, strong hands slipped along her back to her rear, and then lower as he stroked her thighs. Fingertips grazed gently along, almost where she wanted them to be but not close enough. Her moans were orchestrated by his touch and he played with her body for some time, amazed at the fact that he could make her want him so badly. The big man finally slid down on the bed until he was almost falling off it. He bent at the waist and started kissing her back, hot swirls of tongue and soft brushes of lips that swept down like a wave until he reached the cleft of her bottom. He turned his head and kissed one cheek and she laughed faintly; he did the same to the other and she sighed.

Now he was nervous.

He'd never done anything like what he wanted to before but knew he wanted to try. Brushing aside his reservations, he kissed lower and nuzzled her thighs with his tongue. Elly writhed on the bed below him, facedown of course, so her movements were limited. His access to what he wanted was limited as well but he thought it would do for a start. Zoro squirmed further down and kissed between her thighs, wondering at the odd folds and flaps of skin so different from his body's sex. Boldened by the feverish cry she gave at his faintest touch he lightly stroked the lower folds with a finger as his tongue lapped. He barely touched anything with his mouth but his finger gently slipped inside. He withdrew and watched her face as he slowly worked it in and out.

"Oh sweetheart, bite my neck..."

He suddenly couldn't breathe.

"Ah, what?" He choked on the few words that pushed past his restricted throat. Breathing roughly, he reached out and untied the blindfold. It had almost fallen off anyway. Her deep purple eyes stared hotly into his and he shuddered at the implications within them.

"Kitten, what's gotten into you?"

"Zoro, I'm sorry," she panted, "But when you were doing that behind me, I..." She paused, whined, and arched her back, unable to continue. Her lover frowned. Zoro didn't usually have giant leaps of intellectual thought, but he struggled with this for a few moments, his hand gently stroking her back to calm her.

He called her stupid cat, or kitten when they were intimate. It's what she had been when he first met her. And how did cats make love? He really didn't know but he knew the basic position: the one he'd been in. Elly seemed nervous and maybe even uncomfortable for the first time since they'd made love. He pulled her up off the bed and into his arms immediately, holding her close.

"Shh, kitten," he whispered. "Shh."

"I shocked you, I'm sorry."

"Bah. What's wrong with that?" He rocked her a little, then kissed her neck. He did it again and then growled against it. A loud mew made him rush onwards, trying to explain. "We always did this when you were human. Should love you every way."

"What..." She began, but he shook his head then said again, more firmly.

"Do love you every way." He laid her back down on the bed in her original position and hugged his body close to hers. "Change."

"No it's okay, I..."

"Change." His voice was the rumble of an approaching storm, stern, commanding. He snarled against her side, roughly, with love and greedy lust.

"But..." Elly was panting so quickly she could barely get enough air but she couldn't stop. She had been sure this was a bad idea but couldn't think of why now.

"<i>Change</i>, cat!" Zoro was rubbing against her soft behind, losing what little control he had. He wanted to take her the way she wanted, now. It wasn't just that it seemed important but now that the idea had been planted in his mind he wanted fur caressing his skin as he thrust, a tail tickling his chest as they made love. It inflamed him; it was so different, it was a challenge! He never backed away from anything different. She was wavering in her resolve when he bared his teeth again and bit her neck fairly hard.

Purple striped fur flashed quickly under his fingers and lightly sweating body. He gasped at the erotic thrill; it was like he'd been deftly tickled in places he didn't know felt that good. He soon had a tail waving in his face, long and split at the tip. Zoro absently threw it back over his shoulder and hoisted himself up. He didn't bother to ask if she was ready since her entire body spoke it louder than words. He took a shuddering breath and set himself, pushing in as slow as he could. He'd closed his eyes so he didn't see her face turning around as much as it could to try and watch him. When he opened them again he noticed her ears were flicking back.

"All right?"

"Was going to ask the same thing..."

"M'fine," Zoro grunted, thrusting evenly. He grinned through the pleasure. Another little game they sometimes enjoyed. He was good at hiding his emotions and could hold a normal conversation unless thoroughly provoked.

"So am I," she panted, digging sharp claws into the mattress. The big man chuckled and reached down to stroke her tail. He cheated outrageously when it came to these games. Elly's fur actually raised along her back as she hissed.

"Why, you little..!"

"Not little," Zoro's voice was getting rougher.

"Ha!" She choked and moaned softly.

"Ergh..." He was straining. She heard him, knew that little catch in his voice. So she purred his name softly, seductively, gasping at the end. Zoro clutched her hips and moved faster, a properly-aimed thrust causing her pleasure to peak suddenly. When she cried his name this time it was during orgasm and he completely lost control. Shuddering, he fell forwards onto her body. His full-throated exclamation of release was loud enough to cause her amusement.

"Damn, they had to hear that downstairs," she whispered.

"Good," he panted. He removed himself from her body with a small pang and quickly handed her a tissue from the side table to clean up. "Makes us even."