Gentle Cook

"Gentle Cook"

orig. 6/18/2013

One Piece - Elly x Sanji , adult

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Sanji tugged on the bottom of his t-shirt with a smile. He'd purchased it on one of their forays into the  latest seaside town they had docked at. It was a deep, dark blue and it set off his golden hair beautifully, making his blue eyes seem almost black. He had found it in the most extraordinary place - a culinary shop that sold outerwear as well as pots, pans and kitchen implements. The lettering across the front of his lean chest read "Gentle Cook".

"Perfect. Wail 'til the girls see this." As if he had called her, Elly peered around the corner of his room. Her nose wrinkled when she saw the shirt.

"Sanji? Are you wearing casual clothing?" She flicked her furry ears in shock. The chef usually wore a suit jacket, slacks and a tie. Now he wore a t-shirt and was even wearing jeans! This startled her enough to forget one of the unspoken rules the girls agreed on: never walk alone into Sanji's bedroom. "What's that say anyway?" She walked closer and he grinned, staying farther back so she would have to enter all the way. The door closed behind her and they were completely, blissfully alone. He started to blush and had to hold himself tightly in check; the wiggling and hearts-for-eyes gave him away every time. Sanji wasn't a fool. He was just highly emotional when it came to pretty ladies. He would be careful this time.

"I bought it at that shop we visited yesterday." He tugged it straight so she could better read. When she saw what it said she snorted laughter.

"Ha." She shook her head in resignation.

"What?" He placed a hand over his heart. "You doubt this? Even after knowing me for all these months?"

"I'm just glad it didn't say something else." She squinted. "You know, if you sit down or hunch over just the right way it looks like it says..." Sanji gasped right about when she opened her mouth on the last word. He couldn't believe his ears but he rushed forward, placing a smooth hand marred only slightly with knife cuts over her lips.

"Angel! You shouldn't say something like that!" His eye widened and he snatched his hand back with an alarmed exclamation. She had licked his palm.

"Don't do that," she growled in warning. "Besides, I'll say what I like."

"But ladies don't do that sort of thing!" She rolled her eyes dramatically when he spoke. 

"So it's ladylike to do this?" She leaned forward, hunching her shoulders together so that her cleavage bulged dangerously up and almost out. Hooking a finger in her tank top she pulled it down, exposing even more of the milky white skin of her breasts. She waited until he gurgled and fell down, then pointed her finger at him imperiously. "Now do things for me."

"Wh - what?"

"Just impersonating your favorite whore." Elly shrugged and turned around to walk out. "Saying 'cock' doesn't make me less a lady than randomly exposing my body to every guy that might do something for me or give me money." She tossed this casually over her shoulder and his expression grew more and more incredulous. His face had rushed from red to blue in shock and his visible eye was giant. He was also twitching. Elly's hand twisted the knob and opened the door when a shoe came sailing from out of nowhere to slam against it, closing it again.

"Hey!" Sanji called weakly. She turned around, frowning. He was still sitting sprawled out on the floor, sans shoe of course.

"You idiot! Why did you do that?!"

"Eh?" He shook his head as if to clear it. Someone talking trash about the woman he'd placed on a pedestal from the first day he had seen her? He'd kick a man into the ground if someone said what she had. But this was another woman and worse yet, one he was sailing with! The conundrum left him in a state of near despair. For once he didn't know how to handle himself. He sat there with an almost childish mix of bafflement on his pale features.

"You dumbass! Why would you throw a shoe?" She picked it up and threw it back at him. He stared dumbly at it and didn't duck. Her aim was slightly off - she didn't throw well -- and good thing, because as it was it clipped the side of his face. Sanji's head snapped back, blood flying from the side of his mouth. The pain angered him and, doubly dazed, he flipped to his feet, whipping his shoe-clad foot around. He intended to slam it into whatever guy was dumb enough to attack him. Elly blinked and leaped up at the wall as he kicked, changing form and digging four paws full of claws into the ceiling.  "Don't give me another reason to slap the shit out of you!" She snarled angrily, safely suspended above the confused cook.

"Oh, shit," he panted. "Did I hit you?"

"You tried to kick me!" Her too-light eyes seemed to burn in her rage.

He apologized dramatically.

She hissed at him.

He got down on his knees and apologized again. He seemed frightened, unsure. Elly slowly crawled down and landed before him with a thump. She shook herself briskly back into human form and stood before him with flashing eyes. She would have yelled at him again but he looked up at her.

"I'm sorry," he said simply, sincerely. She sat down suddenly, all the strength gone out of her legs.

"All right." Tired. She was so tired. Dealing with the man was like having relations with a whirlwind. There was a lot of noise and fuss and you tried to avoid being thrown around. In the end of course, the whirlwind always won. She thrust her lower lip out, pouting. "I'm sorry too."

"You don't have to be." He started to get up but she saw his face and winced.

"Crap. Did I do that?" She reached out and touched the smear of blood. "We should get Chopper."

"I'm all right." He jerked forwards sharply as her fingers caressed the side of his cheek, sliding under his chin and ruffling the fuzz there. Sanji gulped and started to sweat. "Ah..." He tried to move but couldn't; he wanted to warn her, but of what? Elly was doing this to him, not the other way around. It was just that she didn't seem aware. He got the feeling this was a desire she'd been trying to hide.

"Eh!" She suddenly snatched her hand away and thrust it against her other. The two clutched at each other in anxiety, wringing and twisting. "I'll just leave." She hurried to do just that but his hand caught her own as she placed it on the doorknob again. He was standing directly behind her, smelling of smoke and cologne, warm and softly breathing with his chest touching her back.

"Stay," he whispered.

"I can't."

"Please stay."

"No." She hung her head and clenched her teeth together. When she spoke again it was a push of air, forced. Tormented. "Can't."

"No one ever stays," he commented sadly. "Like you said." He stepped back to let her leave but she turned around and set her back to the door.

"What 'like I said'?"

"Ah, Angel." He dug around in his jeans pocket and rescued a cigarette. The other long-fingered hand produced a match from someplace and he lit the smoke with an ease born out of practice. His curled eyebrow raised, he dragged deeply. "I look, they seem to promise, but I don't get any love." He blew smoke out  when she snorted in disgust.

"I'm not an angel. And of course you don't," she said in a long-suffering tone. "Women like the one you want? Please."

"How do you know what I want?" He asked.

"Nami." She waved a hand in the general direction of the orange-haired girl's quarters. "You could pay her precious money and she'd still spit in your eye." He put a hand to his head, scrubbing at his cheek. His wave of golden hair shone in the cabin's bright light as it shifted under his touch.

"Um."

"I know. I'm not a very nice lady." She stood tall, defiant. "But I'm not like her. I won't tease you." She walked firmly towards him, sandals slapping on the wooden deck. Sanji took a step backwards but she reached out and grasped the back of his neck, pulling him towards her with minimal effort. He seemed taken aback at the change in events, bewildered again and unsure.

"Angel?" He asked uncertainly. His hand with the cigarette lay flat on her shoulder blades. Smoke curled lazily up in the still air. She tugged closer.

"Be gentle," she whispered mockingly before their lips met. Sanji's eye shot open. The unbelievable had happened. He responded out of instinct more than anything right away, his mouth opening and probing cautiously for a deeper kiss. Her body rested lightly against his, breasts brushing against his chest through the new shirt. He spoke her name one more time when she flicked her tongue on his swollen lip, licking the few drops of blood away.

"Is this why," he breathed, "You hate N- Nami?" He carefully avoided using the cutesy name he called her, dropping any affectionate add-ons and trying to sound impartial.

"Pffff." Her eyes reproached him. "I dislike any female that acts the way she does."

"I just thought..."

"That I was smitten with jealousy because you want her and not me?" Elly looked off to the side. "Give me strength," she gritted out. Sanji held up a hand in supplication.

"Oi, love, I didn't mean it that way."

"It's because it's not true," she said. Her leg rose and rubbed against his, her lower body bumping on him. All the air in his body rushed out of his lungs and all the blood raced into his groin. He was suddenly, shockingly, hard - and all at once. It had been creeping up on him while they kissed but this was almost painful. The blond cook groaned loudly. "You do want me."

"Ah," he choked. Her hand was touching him. Sanji crushed the cigarette out in his palm as his hands spasmed. The woman before him was deliberately unbuckling his belt. One hand was cupping him. Her hand - rubbing him -- on the bulge of his erection. He twisted and coughed, face burning, eyes tearing. The only thing keeping him from falling backwards was the massive strength his legs possessed. They had locked tight the minute he had begun wobbling in the slightest fashion.

"Be still," she murmured, sliding his belt free. "I waited too long for this."

"Waited?" Damn it! He felt like such an idiot. Every time he tried to come up with something to say to romance her he could only parrot back the last thing she said. Of course he was going to be completely speechless all too soon and he knew it. Sanji placed a hand on her shoulder and with a massive effort spoke quietly in a calmer voice. "The bed," he husked.

"Hmm." Agreement. Thank goodness, he thought, relieved. This gave him time to shake down his jeans and try to gather up some semblance of dignity as she pulled back the gray bolster. She giggled when she saw the sheets: pink with little pandas on them. Doskoi Panda. She knew he'd have to have designer everything. While she was chuckling over his taste in bedding he crept up behind her. Sanji grinned and kissed her neck, reaching around to lightly hold her waist in two very capable hands. The hands crept up her rib cage and then to the swell of her breasts, hefting and then tracing careful fingertips up the sides. She shivered.

"Yes?" He kissed her again, lingering over her skin. It had a drowsy, sweet scent and he inhaled deeply, his palms brushing across hardened nipples.

"Oh, that's nice."

"It gets nicer," he purred.

"I'll bet." Their light banter eased the seriousness of what they were doing. Elly let Sanji nudge her onto the bed but when he would have laid on top of her she placed a hand on the crotch of his boxers. His body stiffened and he flopped back onto a pillow instead.

"If you really want that," he ground out, "take it." He reached down and pulled the underwear down, freeing his aching penis from the silky prison. The cooler air washed over his sweaty flesh and he closed his eyes. She didn't speak but he felt her touch. At last her palm closed around him and squeezed once, lightly. Sanji shivered. He reached out for her as she snuggled beside him and stroked her hair. He called her darling, sweetheart, lover and more as she pleasured him, touching him delicately in ways he had only dreamed of. His shirt had ridden up and she smiled and sat up so she could caress his chest under the thin cotton. The young man was so smooth. His groin was only brushed with a light dusting of golden curls but his legs were thick with stubble, darker than his hair and pubic area.

"Saa~nji," she called in a soft, lilting voice.

"Hmm!" His abdomen twitched when her hand trailed away and he looked up at her.

"Just wanted you to look at me." She flashed him a wide grin and rubbed the lubricating moisture from his member's swollen head around his full length. He choked on whatever he'd been about to say.

"Hunh!" Such cute noises he made, she marveled at his pants and groans. Carefully, she massaged the tender flesh directly above his tightly drawn balls and his hands shot out to clutch the bed sheets. Elly purred, her eyes their deepest, darkest shade of purple and her lips curled in a sweet little smile as she stroked the slender blond man. Her fingers slipped back to Sanji's tip and encircled it, tugging lightly. His cry was desperate, torn hoarsely from his throat as he twisted the cloth he held in his hands. His face and upper body were flushed and his entire body was breaking out in a light sheen of sweat. His efforts to hold back grew more violent as she ignored him, continuing to tickle and tease his rigid erection.

"Don't make me come yet!" He groaned and tossed his head back and forth on the pillow. "I want to make love to you, ah!" He yelped a sharp cry of protest when she leaned forward and licked him gently. Elly chuckled wickedly, her breathing harsh sounding, even to her own ears. The tension in her lower body was unbelievable. Even if she wanted to torment him more she couldn't wait. Sanji watched her quickly strip, pulling off her shirt, pants and bra. When she reached her panties he realized he still had his shirt on and started to remove it. Her hand stopped him.

"Leave the shirt," she murmured. "It makes you look sexy, half dressed." She paused, slowly dragging down her underwear as he stared hotly. His eye was half lidded, burning as he watched.

"Aa," he panted. His hands dropped. The shirt reached to his waist and his hips seemed to arch out of it, slender but deadly strong. His legs rippled with muscle as he moved but they were also thin; his power was deceptive. Elly was naked now, and she stretched luxuriously beside him.

"Make it good, Sanji," she purred.

"Anything," he promised, taking her in his arms. Finally he was wrapped around her, kissing and breathing and pushing. She fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes, succumbing wholly to his advances. "For as long as you want," he murmured, slipping inside her with a low moan.

"Delicious," she breathed into his mouth. His manhood filled her, thrilling her body with that satisfying feeling of completion. Oh how she'd wanted this. Her sex was slick and their love made better by the excited trickle of body fluids he had caused her to create.

"Mmm, this?" He pushed deeper, easily thrusting to the base of his penis and sighing when their bellies touched. The shirt grazed her, folds falling on her chest and she laughed with sheer bliss. He pulled almost all the way back and then pushed in again and again.

"Better," she moaned. He moved even slower, muscles rippling. His lower body was trained and strong; his control and balance superb. Sanji dipped in and out in a rocking motion, loving her like the waves of the sea. His lips brushed her throat and tongue lapped. His kisses were flickering; they peppered her upper body leaving a flush of desire in their wake.

"Oh Sanji, that's so sweet..." He listened with one half of his awareness to the woman he was loving. She was breathing in harsh little puffs, her head thrown to one side and forehead straining with passion.

"Told you," he gasped. "So gentle for you." He shuddered. Damn, she felt so good. Her warmth and heat gripped him snugly, building the perfect friction as he pumped.

"Oh god," she wept. "Oh god, oh god... Sanji." The burn flew up her stomach and back down to her sex again. His strokes were making her delirious with joy. The lean blond man knew how to pace himself perfectly. He would peak and then back down and even stop, taking a few moments to mouth her breasts or whisper her name. He heard her whimpering his name, chanting it, heady sexual music that he loved.

"Yes," he said quietly.

"Sannnnn...ji. Oh my dear," breathed out between puffy lips. Some of her lavender hair was stuck to her cheek and he brushed it aside as he continued to move. "My dear, yes."

"Come softly," he whispered, and as if her body was bidden by his commands she did. So romantic, he was so loving and oh so gentle. Gentle.

It was wonderful.

Elly had raised her hand to her lips and she bit it to stifle the wail that wanted to tear out of her throat. Her feet curling and body trembling, she rode the orgasm that seeped so tenderly through her. The heat spread - more, she couldn't take more! -- and she was crying, really crying, reaching for him blindly.

"Again," she stammered. "Oh god, again." It didn't stop. Her lover was moving faster now and that sensitive bundle of nerves that had just exploded in pleasure was attacked by further stimulation. She cried and he held her, telling her not to cry, that he would never hurt her. He'd been a fool. This was so much more than he had thought he would ever have. Sanji's voice deepened and broke. His hair swung forward and she unthinkingly pushed the shiny golden fall to one side with her hand.

"Ah!" Sanji was shocked as both his eyes stared into hers for the first time. Her expression was ...it couldn't be! He hung his head, hiding his stunned features from her. Wide eyes, burning cheeks. His pupils were pinpricks in his shock. Was it love? Yes! No. Did she love him? Did he have what he always wanted? Could he? Sanji wept. Tears ran down his face as hers had but he twisted his face hard as he struggled to hold it in so she wouldn't see. Still they fell in sparkling drips and splashed not only on his dark shirt but her chest as well. But by then he wasn't paying attention. His orgasm. Oh, for his love. Inside his love. He dimly remembered he was nude inside her with no protection and the thought inflamed him.

Sanji came so hard he winced and pulled a muscle in his arm straining against her. And he vaguely heard her calling his name out from beneath him again until they wound down. Then there was silence for awhile. They relaxed, their bodies cooling. Finally he had to rear back and out of her before she cramped up. She reached for the tissues at the side of the bed to clean herself and he rolled his shoulders back. His eyes scanned the room for his jeans. Where'd he put those?

He seriously needed a cigarette right about now. His body was trembling and his mind was more confused than he had been earlier. That had been love in her eyes. He was sure of it. He pushed his hair back from his eyes and sighed gustily. He didn't even hear her get up.

Where the fuck were they?! He could think if he had one, he was sure of it. He would light one and hold her by his side. He looked forward to some romantic cuddling, but he had to have a damned...

A nuzzle on his ankle caused him to jump. A striped lavender nekomata was purring and rubbing against his bare legs. She held his pack in her mouth.

"Damn," he whispered softly. "You're really too much."

Sounds Like Love

"Sounds Like Love"

orig. 11/02/2007 *edited

Elly x Sanji

adult / sounding

Anime/Manga: ONE PIECE

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"How about it?" Sanji crooned. "I know you'd love it. You want my kisses, all soft and smoky on your mouth..." He nibbled on her neck and Elly shuddered. She couldn't stop her mind from recalling their previous encounter. The sex had been good, too good. She had ended up yelling at him, screaming that she wouldn't treat him like Nami did. He could have what he wanted with her.

Of course he wanted again, and right now.

She had known it would come down to this. But it was Sanji. How could she know that he hadn't just seen Nami walk out in a bikini and had gotten aroused? Turned on and turned to her. Was she just cheap sex to him? No, even worse - free sex?

She was neither, she guessed. He simply knew he could persuade her. With the others the whispered endearments and husky voice didn't work. Unfortunately Elly knew there were always "others". He was always looking. Meanwhile his hands had crept up from behind her and he was lightly stroking her breasts.

"...inside your mouth," he murmured. "Angel? It's been so long."

"I know." She shivered. His long-fingered hands were so delicate. Now one was brushing her hair away from her cheeks as he stepped closer. His front met her back but he didn't force his body against her. Sanji's hands fell from her hardened nipples to press against her belly, pulling her towards his chest. She blinked in confusion.

"Hmm." He rested his fuzzy chin on her shoulder, stooping a little to do so.

"What are you doing?"

"Eh?" His breath puffed lightly on her cheek, scented like the cigarettes he always smoked. Stronger and different than the smells on his clothing and in his hair, it was sweeter somehow. Elly sighed. She craved him, he knew it and there was no use hiding that.

"I told you before," she said quietly, "You just go on chasing Miss Hotpants all day long and when night falls you want the woman that will actually love you." Sanji coughed and quickly excused himself.

"I..." He shook his head. He couldn't deny anything.

"It's not that bad," she murmured. "I can't be one of those girls. All I want is to be loved - at least for a little while. Can you do that? Will you do something for me if I agree to fall asleep in your bed tonight?" Sanji's visible eye lit up, though his face was a mixture of conflicting emotions. He felt badly about her putting a sharply-manicured nail right through his little act, skewering him like a bug to a corkboard. She was right about what he did to her. He just couldn't give up doing homage to all those pretty ladies! On the other hand he was already excited at the prospect of making love to her again. No other girl seemed to trust him for some odd reason.

"Anything," he whispered at her neck, kissing the pale skin.

"Really?" She asked archly.

"Anything my Angel wants." He stepped back and laid a hand over his heart, bowing before her. "You can request anything you'd like."

"I'll remember that." She pointed. "That's your room, right?" The door off to one side of the kitchen was slightly ajar. He nodded, taking her hand in his.

"Shall we go in?"

"Ah... no, Sanji. Just get ready without me. I'll be back in a little bit." She glanced down at him for a moment and he blushed passionately. Her gaze had flicked down to the tented fabric of his slacks. He watched as she spun around and trotted quickly off, the thin strands of purple hair swinging against her face. She was wearing a simple white shirt and slacks and he was wondering what underwear she had on tonight. The delicious waiting was almost more than he could bear. Sanji clasped his hands together and almost danced into his room, closing the door behind him. He would do like she suggested and be laying seductively for her when she got back.

It was only ten minutes later or so when he heard the knock at his door.

"Angel?"

"It's me," she called out. "Can I come in?" Sanji looked down at himself. He had been busy stripping when she was gone and now wore only a light blue robe. Satin, not silk, with a darker blue belt tied loosely around his waist. His long legs were stubbled with dark hairs like usual. In contrast his chest, visible through the open "v" of the robe was devoid of any hair. Last time she'd mentioned she liked his smooth chest and had toyed with the hair lower on his body in a rather pleasurable way. He'd remembered this and decided to give her a slick, cool fabric to rub against his body.

Delightful. His semi-erect penis twitched in response to his wandering thoughts. She wasn't even inside yet! He cleared his throat and told her to come in. Sanji's breath caught as the door opened and she slipped inside.

"Ha, pervert," she laughed, only a slight bitter edge to her voice. "I knew you'd either be naked or close to it when I got back." The blond young man got up and crossed the room quickly to her side, snaking an arm around her waist and immediately kissing her. He didn't hesitate a second. His tongue pressed past her lips and he dove deeply, passionately, pushing aside a bag she carried in her left hand to grasp her waist.

She had been wearing a robe when she walked the corridors of the ship but had slid it off just before coming inside his quarters. His hands furtively, desperately grasped at leather tracings and ties. It wasn't what he had been expecting and that had caused such an intense reaction in him that it erased all thought. Sanji huffed impatiently - he needed air but he didn't want to stop kissing her. His body eagerly pressed against hers and he gulped several deep breaths before attacking her again, devouring her mouth and enveloping her in smoky flavor.

Elly relaxed in his overly excited tight hold. She had pretty much guessed his reaction. The man liked being the submissive during lovemaking and her soft black leather outfit looked as close to a dominatrix outfit that she could get. She had worn a black thong underneath for added effect under the corset top and no bra. His shaking hands were running reverently over the lacings on her top and she arched her back.

"I have something for you," she gasped when he trailed his mouth lower to nip impatiently at the straps.

"What?"

"You promised me to be good and do what I want, right?" Sanji's eye widened. He nodded.

"Anything for you," he said softly.

"Then go lay down on the bed. I have something to show you." Sanji nodded and walked somewhat unsteadily to the bed. He threw the sheets back and laid down on his back, raising his curly eyebrow inquisitively. She had something in her hand. He craned his neck as she joined him on the bed and frowned when she held up a thin metal thing with a litle curve at the tip.

"What is that?"

"Something for you," she said with a completely straight face.

"Uh - how?" He cocked his head, his face genuinely puzzled. "What does it do?"

"We'll wait around fifteen minutes and then you'll see," she winked. Sanji groaned inwardly.

"I, uh, hate to say this but I'll be err." He pointed down at his crotch. "Angel, if you want this you're going to have to do something with it now. It'll be gone in that amount of time if you don't..."

"I know." She smiled. "Wait and calm down a bit first."

"Ungh." He flopped down on the bed pillow, pouting. "I promised."

"You did."

"So what is that, anyway?"

"It's a sound."

"I don't hear anything, Angel." He blinked when she snickered. "Whaaat?"

"It's not that kind of sound. The tip here," she showed him the fine edge, "goes inside you." The blond man shrank further back into his pillow.

"What the ...?!" He choked. "That thing's not going in my ass!" He could already feel his buttocks clenching at the idea. But she was laughing again and kissing his cheek.

"It doesn't go in there," she said softly, nuzzling his chin fuzz. Sanji gulped. She was being so affectionate and the outfit was really distracting. But despite the fact that she was sexy as hell and her mouth was lingering over his own his erection was shrinking.

"I don't have any other places to put it," he said in a small voice. Elly's fingertip gently tapped the tip of his softening penis.

"You do."

"I don't break my promises," Sanji breathed, licking his lips. "But I mean, is it suh- safe?" He shivered, his wiry body tensing. His one visible eye was large and his lower lip was actually trembling.

"I'll be very careful," she promised. "But you'll have to tell me at once if anything hurts." She kissed him gently and he swallowed hard, nodding vigorously.

"Yes."

"All right," she mused, tapping a finger on her lips. "Say 'sushi', then, if you really want me to stop something. If you say anything else I won't."

"Yes."

"And promise me you'll hold the posts. It'll be better if you don't move when I try to slip this in." She waved at the bed's thick headboard. There were two posts on either side, just thick enough for him to grasp in panic. He grinned abashedly when she chuckled under her breath. "I won't hurt you, Sanji." He tried not to look when he felt her hands encircle his member below. A small drip of fluid splashed on his thigh, though, and the skin twitched. He peered down. She was coating the metal rod with a lot of lubricant. Her other finger was tapping it on the head of his penis, on the - well, on the hole she wanted to stick that in. He squeezed his eye tightly shut and took several deep breaths. He had begun to sweat lightly, all over his body. It was an expectant sweat, shivers that ran down his spine mixed with hot flashes across his chest and neck.

He waited.

Waited.

And nothing happened.

Gradually he began to relax. Maybe she had changed her mind. He was on the verge of cracking open an eyelid when Elly gently pushed the thin sound in just a little.

"Hey," he gasped in a strained voice. His hands spasmed and he gripped the dark wood tightly, remembering his promise. This wasn't what he had thought was going to happen in here. But something else was happening that shocked him more - he was straining, his body feeling like it wanted to firm up but it was difficult to maintain. She slipped it in just a tiny bit more and he gargled faintly. "...oh."

"Doesn't hurt?" She looked up at him. He shook his head, sweaty hair flicking across his red cheeks. He nearly screamed when she cupped his balls in one hand, hefting them and lightly tickling the underside of his shaft. He'd begun to get another erection and the feeling was much more intense than he almost could bear.

"I want," he choked, "I need... what did you do to me?" His breathing was hoarse, his lean chest rising and falling rapidly. His visible eye was glazed with pleasurable torment. Elly was stroking him carefully now, teasing him. His penis had formed up around the metal sound but it couldn't get any harder. He was stuck.

"You can't come, sweetie," she purred. But you're going to want to."

"Angel!" His tone was pleading. He arched up off the bed, hands tightening around the posts and his toes curling below.

"Hush and you'll get kisses," she told him quietly, crawling easily over him as he lay spread out on the bedsheets. Sanji flexed his arms meaningfully and stared at her. "I like you like that," she answered his unspoken request.

"Angel..." He started to protest but her breath was warm on his chest. He tried not to think of his penis below, neglected but not in a strange way. It was maddening. The stretching of that tiny area and the walls - he thought it would have to be painful. It wasn't, though. There had been enough lubricant on that thing and it was very thin. He was concerned about the fact that he couldn't get harder, though.

"I said, shh." Her tongue lapped at his neck and he groaned. Every stimulant made his body want to do what it couldn't more and more. He whimpered when she nibbled at his ear, breathing softly into it. "You wanted sex," she husked. Her fingers caught the end of the sound, the curved end that acted as a safety.

"Please," he gasped. He turned his head and met her mouth with his. "Please don't," he whispered past her lips. Elly shivered. He wasn't using the word they'd agreed upon, so this was all an act. His body twisted partway, exposing his vulnerable neck. His hands still tightly gripped the headboard. He looked for all the world as if she'd tied him up.

And he liked it.

His gasping was continual now, his body shivering with barely-controlled lust. His legs could flip her at any moment and turn the tables but he laid quietly, passively, begging in that quavering voice that was oh so quiet. Her fingers gripped the end and pulled it out only to push it back, pumping it once or twice. Fluid bubbled up around the end when she did this and his knee spasmed, leg kicking out powerfully to the side. He didn't hit her but the air whooshed past her side in a solid rush. Elly's lavender eyes grew wide. She drew down to his semi-erect penis and began lapping carefully at the base, licking slowly up and kissing around the sound inserted at the tip.

Sanji's muffled scream into the pillow he was now cramming against his face was worth everything. Even the times she had to watch him fawn over every girl in the area. The jealous moments, the bitter twist to her lips when she saw Nami walk out from belowdecks and knew he would forget her in a second for the orange-haired wench. Of course she could have pulled him back to her side in a moment but it wasn't worth it. He was a testosterone yo-yo, for god's sake.

But now, just now, he was completely hers. In this moment he'd forgotten everyone else. Elly wrinkled her right cheek up. She had a sudden itch and was surprised to find her hand came away wet when she scratched at it.

Huh.

She must be sweating.

Sanji was bucking towards her lips, craving more attention and twisting his upper body in an intricate knot when he got it. She shrugged off just what was trickling down her face and pulled back to watch him writhe on the bed.

"I'm sorry," he blurted out suddenly, throwing the pillow to the side. "I've been bad to you." Elly was caught off gaurd by his admission.

"What? You guilty?"

"Mnn, when you're, ahhhh." He closed his eye momentarily as she fingered the end of the metal rod again. "Please, Angel. Want to say it."

"You don't have anything to say." Elly was angry. Who was he to want to apologize now, of all times? She pulled the thin metal piece out slowly and he slapped a hand to his face, covering his eyes.

"Please." A fount of ejaculatory fluid welled up and began trickling down his freed shaft. Sanji's tortured penis stiffened further and he clutched at his blond hair in agitation. He abided by her previous rules of not moving as much as he could, though. "Please, my Angel. My love."

"You don't love me!" She jumped backwards off the bed. Sanji whimpered, lowering his hands at last and holding his arms out to her pleadingly.

"Want to love you," he said. "You have to let me." He swallowed so hard she could see his adam's apple move, then blurted out, "Please, make love to me."

What?!

"You're uh, the one that does th-" His hand, dropped from the posts and buried in his golden hair suddenly shot out and grasped her wrist where she stood beside him. The hold wasn't tight but she felt a burn, a shock, run down her arm.

"No."

"Sanji?" She sounded so unsure of herself now, he thought wildly. Standing there in her leather outfit driving him insane with every word that fell from her lips. Her touches had inflamed him and he was ready for her now. But he knew what he wanted.

"I'm not going to move. I can't. You'll have to..." He gestured. "Quick, quick," he moaned. "I can't hold back for long." He coughed and looked furtively off to the side. Elly's eyes narrowed but she removed her panties and climbed on top of the shaking man.

"Yes!" He squirmed and his dripping member brushed her leg. Sanji choked and held still again.

"It's all right," she murmured quietly, her brow drawn in confusion. She reached out and touched his cheek. "Here, let me." Her hand gently guided him and he was soon sliding into warmth and tightness that soothed his lustful agony. Elly sniffled and leaned over him, snuggling into the crook of his neck. Sanji covered the side of her face with kisses, making small humming noises of delight. It felt so good. God, why did she do this for him? How could she? He whimpered when she pulled her lower body back and then forwards, loving him.

"Slow, slow..." He gasped. "Oh yes. So good." He took her head in his hands and kissed her on the mouth, swirling his tongue against hers and moaning. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her actions, but the actions themselves caused her emotions to start to slip. The little wet trickle on her face became a steady drip that she couldn't pass off as sweat anymore. Her purple hair stuck to her cheek and she rubbed at it impatiently.

"Sanji?"

"I'm going to come, angel mine. Very soon." He paused, his eye opening a crack. "Eh, what's this?" He reached out and she tried to jerk away but wasn't fast enough. His fingers met with the salty tears and he blinked.

"I'm not yours." Her voice cracked and she swore. Her body rose and fell gently upon his while she tried to find a way out of the situation she had created. If he didn't stop she would bawl like a silly kid.

"Hm." He wrapped his wiry arms around her and pulled her close, shivering in ecstasy. His experience with that sound really had him pushed over the edge. When she relented and let him cuddle her head next to his he whispered in her ear. "Tell me you love me. It's all right."

"No!" Elly wept. She finally broke down. His low husk had been all she needed to throw herself off the edge; she loved him and he used her. He used her for her love. Sanji held the sorrowing pale woman and cried out weakly as her shuddering body brought him to orgasm. It was hard, so hard, and he all but screamed her name, hands clutching weakly at her back.

She drew in deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. Her traitorous body was still excited but her heart was stung - how dare he? She tore blindly at the strings on her leather corset. She was about to fling herself from the bed and perhaps even out the door when his legs shot up around hers. Like twin steel traps they snapped closed, locking her to him. Sanji fixed her with a clear blue eye, pinning her in place by the intensity of his stare.

"Yes," he said quietly. He flexed once, and once only. She was spun around, their positions reversed so quickly she didn't have time to gasp. He withdrew from her body and then looked down, gently touching her with his hands.

"Sanji, damn it, you got what you wanted..."

"No." He looked up, his hair swinging in the soft lamplight. "May I show you what I really want?" His hands began to unlace her top. His soft, sexy voice washed over her, the well-cultured purring growing more sly. More insinuating. The young blond man sounded tired but determined.

"Don't hurt me any more, please. I didn't hurt you." Soft. Sanji twitched. She saw it out of the corner of her eye; he flinched from that soft plea. Her shoulders slumped and she was done with crying. He hovered over her, touching her face with gentle fingertips.

"Oh, poor thing," he mourned. "My sweet angel." She closed her eyes. He just didn't stop. His mouth brushed her lips and he stroked her hair as he lightly petted her thighs below. She clenched her teeth, a spark of anger finding its way through again.

"Don't toy with me, cook!"

"Would you prefer to be ravished?" He raised his eyebrow at her and she resisted the urge to stroke the curl. His lips quirked in a faint smile. "I know what you want."

"Really."

"Yes." He kissed her and began lightly stroking her moist folds below, searching for that hidden spot that would make her squeal. A finger found it and he licked carefully, teasing her lips above as he rolled his fingerpad in small cirlces. "Hmm, is that good baby?"

"Oh, damn it." Her lavender eyes had glazed over. His hands were exquisitely deft, too good at knowing what she needed. He pressed and backed off, fluttering around the edges of her pleasure center. Sanji teased her then dropped back to dip inside, making love to her with his hand. He did this for several minutes while she slowly relaxed and began to softly pant in pleasure. He waited until she was clearly not thinking of anything but the steadily building thrill in her sex and drew close to her lips again.

"Angel," he said clearly, sharply. Her eyes popped open. Sanji swirled his finger quickly, tight rubbing circles that caused her stomach to tense. Oh, she was going to ...what was he doing? He placed his forehead on hers and stared deeply into her eyes. "I'm in love with you," he whispered.

Elly's face went at first white, then red. Her eyes widened and they grew shiny with unshed tears. Her vision doubled, trebled, and she cried out, blindly cluthcing him. Sanji's finger hit the sweetest spot she ever could have imagined on her body as his words hit her heart the same way. Her thighs spasmed during her release and she lost track of where she was. All she knew was that she was being held and everything smelled like cigarette smoke.

Sanji stroked with varying degrees of pressure until she came slowly down off her emotional high. He wiped his hand carefully on a towel he'd placed near the bed for just that purpose and stepped off the bed. He stared down at the pale, flushed woman in his bed. She had curled up around his discarded robe like it was a child's blanket. Her face was tear-streaked, belying her dominatrix garb. He walked to her back side and climbed into bed beside her, curling his long body up behind hers.

He was pretty sure he was going to have to tell her again in the morning. And then maybe later on that same night. Sanji smiled.

Maybe she'd tie him up next time, too.

Roleplaying

"Roleplaying"

orig. 5/25/2013

One Piece - Elly x Sanji , adult

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The afternoon was warm and the sea was calm for once. The ladies on ship had all decided to get some tanning time in and Sanji was ecstatic. Nami yawned and stretched voluptuously, thrusting her semi-covered breasts up at the sun.

"Time to roll over," she murmured to the others sleepily. Robin had already flipped and was reading while a pair of her extra hands spread sunblock on the fair skin of her back. Elly also pulled herself up, blinking in the bright sunlight. She rolled over and crossed her hands, resting her chin on them and sighing.

"Joy!" The blond young man nearly fainted. He grabbed a tube of lotion and was about ready to dart forward when he froze in his tracks.

"What?" Zoro stared hard at him. "Something wrong, asshole?"

"You - I mean she, I mean what the hell are you doing?!" He pointed at Elly's back. The swordsman's hands were resting gently upon it, greasy with the cream he'd been working into her skin.

"S'matter?" Elly's head lifted up. Her lavender eyes darkened gloriously when she saw Zoro was behind her and not Sanji. "Mmm, I thought your hands felt different today."

"There any reason I should back off?" The green haired man stared belligerently at the other. Sanji swore. He - she -- damn it! And Nami-swan needed help too. He could think of nothing but to wander over to the other girl, not making any more fuss than he had started. But he glared at the man every chance he got. Zoro just ignored him.

Later on that night at the time of their usual tryst Sanji was still thinking about that moment. He got up to answer the discreet knock at his door, frowning and running a shaky hand through his light yellow hair. Have to calm down, he told himself. Elly walked in rather demurely, not looking directly at her lover and holding her robe closed with a freshly-tanned hand. Sanji dropped onto the bed with a loud thump, arms and legs flailing on either side of him as he just let himself go limp.

"You liked it, didn't you?" His eye was wide and staring. All he could think of was the other man's hands on her back, gentler than he'd ever seen the big ass touch anything except his stupid swords. "You should have told him to knock it the fuck off!"

"Really?" Elly raised an eyebrow and sat down beside him. "Do you tell Nami to knock it off? Or, wait - what about all the girls you 'collect' every time we reach a new port?"

"B- but this is you, not me!" Sanji rolled over so that his back was facing her. His voice was petulant but the fact that they were discussing this at all told her he was trying to come to grips with the situation.

"It is me." Elly took a deep breath to steady herself, then placed a pale hand on his shoulder. Her hair caught the lamplight and a single barrette caught in one of her side locks sparkled momentarily. "I'm not even going to suggest that you can't take what you force me to accept almost every day."

"I know!" He smacked the bedspread with an open palm, snarling. She jumped backwards and stood shakily next to the night stand. This wasn't like how he acted with her at all. "I know, I can't stand it. It's not fair to you. I want to be fair." The thick pink fabric crumpled under his palm as he scrunched it, wadding a fistful of bed sheet into a ball under his hand and twisting it.

"Are you jealous, Sanji?"

"Ha." The slender man stood, uncurling his hands from the tight little fists he had made and rolling his shoulders back. He threw his head back, though his hair immediately swung into place and the hidden eye that even she rarely saw remained covered. Sanji's face was red and he was biting his lower lip. He wasn't angry; she saw that right away. He was completely and utterly furious. When he stalked closer to her she saw something she should have right away; the fussy cook hadn't tucked in his shirt. It flopped partway out of his slacks and the buttons weren't aligned properly either. He laughed again, a strangled sound.

"Angel," he asked carefully, enunciating every word, "Do you find him attractive?" She stepped further back and he slapped a hand to his face.

"You're too angry. This might not be a good time to discuss this, Sanji."

"Answer me, please."

"Zoro?"

"Yes. Zoro." He spat the name out.

"I find him as attractive as you find Nami," she told him flatly and crossed her arms. She wasn't going to lie. It wasn't a horrible thing to be attracted to others when you were with someone else. Or have a crush. She dealt with his infatuation with Nami all the time and Elly really did think the swordsman was quite sexy. This is going to be bad, she thought as she winced. And yet Sanji's reaction was not what she expected. He surprised her again and this time she gasped in alarm.

"Crap," he whispered, all the blood draining from his flushed and angry face. Sanji stared at her with such a shocked expression that under other circumstances it would have been hilarious. He then fainted, his suddenly limp body falling on the throw rug in front of them with a painfully loud sound. Elly yelped and darted forward.

"You idiot!" She knelt, the one side lock that wasn't pinned down falling past her cheek as she turned him over. Living with the Strawhats, she knew how to check someone who was felled and she quite professionally peeled his eyelid back. It was showing only the white in a gruesome fashion that made her shudder. He was out cold. Elly sighed disconsolately, kneeling beside his prone form and dragging his body over her lap so she could hold him in her arms. Her robe had opened partway and revealed the fact that she was wearing a pale blue night shift that came to mid-thigh.

"You really are an idiot," she murmured. "What was I supposed to do?" She stroked his hair and looked up at the ceiling. "Lie? Tell you no, I didn't think he was hot? I won't lie to you. You don't lie to me. And all he did was put lotion on my back. Like you were going to do for Nami - not just me." She snorted and then felt him twitch. He must be waking up.

"Ow," he groaned softly. "Wha' happened?"

"You fainted, moron."

"Unhh... right. I'm sorry. I know I'm a fucking hypocrite." She blinked. He must be out of it to swear like that in front of her. "I, uh. Kept thinking about him - why he even did it in the first place -- "

"Probably to piss you off."

"What?!" He bolted upright. "No one knows about us. Didn't we think that was the best way because we're all on the same..." He rambled off, staring into her face. "Oh."

"Yeah. He didn't need to know. In a choice between myself or Nami, who the hell was he going to pick? You know he can't stand her that much." Something about the way she said this made him shiver with fear. Was that regret?

"I've caught him staring at you," he blurted out at last. He clapped a hand to his face again. What the hell was he saying?! "I mean, I think he'd have picked you anyway."

"Don't start, Sanji," she hissed softly.

"Start what?" Now he saw what she meant, what she had been telling him about getting excited and then coming to her for release. He'd done it to her before, he admitted to himself. He'd tried not to since but old habits died hard and well, he could reciprocate now. "Why not? You're beautiful. I'm sure he'd want you. Maybe he was thinking that at least he could touch you, see what your skin felt like under his hands. Were they rough?"

"Um. Yes." She coughed slightly. "Sanji..."

"Hmmm." He crawled around until he was behind her, both of them sitting on the plush rug he'd spread in front of his bed on the wooden floor. He reached under her robe and started caressing her back.

"Sanji!"

"Well? Did it turn you on? If I'm going to be the one you come home to, I'd better know since I'm the one that gets to do something about it."

"You just fainted, for god's sake. And you were so angry before!"

"That was then," he sniffed. He kissed her neck and she shuddered. "I can change my moods as fast as you, love. And besides," he started to nibble on an earlobe, "You're blushing."

"I am not!"

"Your neck is." He lapped at the sensitive skin just under her ear and she moaned softly. "I bet you wanted him to massage lower, didn't you? I can do that for you. Here..." He stood, taking her hand in his and lifted her with a gentle tug.

"Do what?"

"The bed, sweetheart," Sanji breathed. He pulled her hand and caught her as she fell against his lean body. His lips pressed into her hair and he smiled, pulling gently at her robe. "Take this all off so I can have my hands on you."

"Sanji!" He chuckled and slipped the loose ties free. When the silky robe fell he caught it deftly over one arm, then gestured at the bed.

"Get comfortable," he said quietly. "I'm going to go clean up." He scrubbed at the side of his face with one hand and then disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. Elly shook her head in amazement. She wasn't entirely sure what had just happened but the mood has eased and she heard him taking off clothing and possibly putting more on, getting himself back into his usual appearance. She removed her bra and panties then sat up on the pillows, watching the door to see what he would do when he came out. The bathroom opened slowly and Sanji peeked from around the door. His eye widened when he saw her laying there completely nude.

"I'm comfortable," she smiled.

"Well then. I'm glad, because so am I." Sanji stepped into full view and she choked. The fool. The sexy, handsome, incredibly attentive fool. He was dressed like Zoro.

"Where did you..."

"Old clothes." The blond man shrugged and yanked on the green cloth wrapped around his middle. "I think they might have holes in them someplace. From fighting. They're not dirty, though. They kind of... smell like him, though." He clumped over to the bed, making his footfalls heavier on purpose. Sanji grinned impudently down at her. "Want to play?"

"Ah." She had backed herself up against the pillows, eyes wide, hand pressed to her mouth in such maidenly confusion that he shivered. Damn, that was hot.

"C'mere," he growled roughly, reaching out for her and grasping her rounded arm in a gentle but tight grip.

"San-"

"Shut up," he husked, trying to sound as irritable as possible. She hissed and dropped the hand that was at her lips, staring at him blankly. Sanji pulled her with a strength he rarely used when they were together, yanking her underneath his body and instantly leaning down to crush his mouth onto hers. He relished the feel of her squirming under his lean frame. Oh, it was so good! She wasn't uncomfortable as much as she was stunned, frozen in place by his audacious sexual ploy. Elly was the one who usually played the dominating role in the bedroom and he was overjoyed to discover that he could, too. It was exciting and different. He rubbed his rising erection on her belly and sighed gustily.

"Y - you sure you want to do this?"

"It's me under all this crap," Sanji said simply. He grinned when she tugged on the old haramaki, caressing the fabric with hesitant fingers. The shirt was too big for him, as were the pants, but he'd managed to cinch them together under the belly warmer. Her halting touches to wriggle under it were delicious in their futility; he groaned and shook himself after a few moments. "No."

"What?" Now she was more than confused.

"Told you," he grunted, mimicking the asshole's voice as well as he could and watching her blush harder. "Time for your massage." She looked as if she were about to object but only reached up and caressed the side of his face with a lingering touch. "Roll over," he added more softly, seeing her consternation. "I promise you can stop me at any time. Remember our safe word?"

"Uh, okay." She nodded and turned herself around, resting her face between two pillows. Sanji rubbed his palms together, smiling broadly. She was all his despite the game they were playing. He realized that now; was gaining confidence every moment. Her placed his hands a bit roughly on her back and rubbed, trying to match the sense of powerful kneading rather than gently caressing lotion on his woman's skin. She was tense, he knew that from her actions but he could feel it even more so in her muscles. Slowly, ever so slowly his working hands released that tension and she began to relax under his touch.

"That's good," he whispered. "Very good." He paused, reflecting. "Oi, do you want ...more?" His hands slipped down to her thighs and Elly gasped loudly.

"Ah..."

"You wanted him to touch here," Sanji husked, bending over and whispering in her ear. "Now let me. It's okay to imagine it's Zoro..." He stroked and she pressed her flaming face deeper between the pillows. "Is it good, sweetheart? You want me to make love to you wearing this?"

"Ah!"

"I'm taking that as a yes," he told her seriously. "Unless you stop me I'm going to slip myself out of these baggy pants and have you just like this - boots and all."

"Oh my god."

"Right now." He bent over her, growling deep in his throat. This was fun! He stopped and watched her shivering uncontrollably for a long moment before pulling her rear up against his front. "Here, take me." He fumbled with the button on the pants for a moment but then it thankfully popped open. Sanji shoved the damned haramaki out of the way as he pulled his more-than-ready penis out. Elly was panting, hands twisting the sheets like his had earlier as she tried not to make too much noise. He had imagined what way would be right for this kind of sex and was prepared. Rearing back, he thrust forward as hard as he could, stabbing her folds apart and burying himself deeply in her warm, tight body. His shout of pleasure was fierce and he wasn't even trying to sound that way anymore.

And she cried his name.

"Sanji! Sanji..."

"Yes, my love," he gasped as he was moving so quickly and hard within her. "More?"

"Want..." She burst into tears, sobbing so piteously that he recoiled for a second. "I want you to hold me!" She had to feel him, know that it was him, smell his scent close by her. The dusky smell of cigarette smoke was something she craved now more than anything else.

"Angel." He reached around and curled his arms around her, frozen in the middle of their sex. "Are you all right?"

"Don't stop, just hold me!" A slow smile spread across the young man's face. He flicked his golden hair back and began to thrust again, hard and fast and deep, now curled around her from behind. Spooned as closely as they could fit, he made love to her while she sang his name out again and again.

"Yes." Sanji was hoarse by now both from emotion and trying to duplicate that moron's voice. As much as this had been a sexual lark he had learned a lot about their relationship. He was glad he'd snatched the clothing out of the rubbish bin for a gag or something a few months back. "I won't let go." He leaned his sweaty cheek on her neck, closing his eyes. Soon. It wouldn't take long at the rate he was pushing himself. His lower belly already felt like it was roiling, churning with the need to expel his seed. He stopped, strained... trying with all his might to hold back just a few more minutes.

"Don't wait." Elly whispered faintly. "It's okay, Sanji - don't wait for me, I'm ..." She gasped and suddenly he felt her stiffening in his hold. She muffled her cries into the pillows before her, secure in his arms and aware of his presence behind her while she came. Sanji kissed the side of her neck quietly. She wouldn't have known the young man was in the middle of an orgasm but for the fact that she felt him pulsing inside her. He finished just as silently, kissing her again and withdrawing as gently as he could. He cupped a hand under himself, trying to keep the mess minimal this time. His throat was dry from all the air he'd been sucking in and he was exhausted from the effort and emotion spent.

What the hell, he thought, staring down at his sticky hand. He wiped it on the haramaki then began eagerly shedding the unwanted and hot clothing. He kept an eye on his lover the whole time but she lay on the bed, breathing deeply. She hadn't moved since he'd parted from her. Elly's face was hidden in the fluffy pillows and her back was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Without him to hold her upright her arms soon began to tremble from fatigue and she was forced to sit up, wiping her sweaty face with the back of a hand. Sanji was there, kneeling on the floor and looking concerned. And it was just Sanji, pale and naked, his hairless chest heaving. The clothing was all gone, she saw with some relief.

"Don't be angry."

"I'm not." He crawled up onto the bed and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her on the mouth. "Not anymore."

The Mermaid's Curse

"The Mermaid's Curse"

orig. unknown, before 2016

Elly x Sanji (pre-time skip)

"Fantasy Sex" scenario

Non-Canon Anime/Manga: ONE PIECE

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The cavern was dark and damp. Sanji had taken Elly along with him while looking for food, claiming that she could sniff out things much better than he could find them with his eyes alone. So far, however, all they had found was a very strange opening in the ground near the beach.

"It's a dead end?" Elly placed a hand on the smooth wall with a puzzled look. Her cat ears flicked absently, alert as always. They had only walked for a quarter of an hour, their curiousity growing with every minute. Since she hadn't sensed or scented any danger and it seemed to be one long pathway, they'd kept going. But after all this time to find nothing..?

"Strange," he murmured. Something on the ground caught his eye then: a small area that had words chiseled into the stone. His single visible eye grew very wide and he turned around. "Let's get out," he hissed urgently.

"Something wrong?"

"Maybe not," he confessed, "But I think there's more to this place than just a natural cave."

She shrugged and turned around with a swish of her lavender striped tail. "All right. It's boring here anyway. I thought we'd find something interesting."

The "something interesting" came later, and she was not pleased when it did. Halfway back to the ship as they were walking slowly and looking up at the stars in the night sky she stumbled and fell to her knees. Sanji knelt immediately by her side.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" He wrung his hands at the thought of her being injured. Before she could even answer him, she stiffened, her legs kicking out in a jerky motion. He watched in disbelief as the pants she was wearing tore off to reveal a glistening, fine-scaled tail.

A fishy tail.

"What's happening to me?" Elly slapped at the water frantically, struggling to move or do something - anything. All she managed to do was dig her hands in the sand and spray them both with seawater. Finally she gave up and sat down on the wet sand with the wavelets lapping at her very different tail.

"You look absolutely breathtaking," Sanji assured her with a catch in his throbbing voice.

"Breathtaking." She stared into the empty air for a long time and then slowly placed her hands in front of her eyes. He flinched guiltily when he saw the tears rolling down her cheeks, glistening in the light of the full moon above.

"Don't do that." He reached out and pulled her wrists down as gently as possible in one hand. He sat down beside her, oblivious to the fact that his slacks were getting soaked, and lightly brushed the tears away from her cheeks with a fingertip.

She sniffled and shook her head. "Why not? I don't want to have to live in the water! I don't even know how this happened. There wasn't anything in that cave and that was the only thing we did that was unusual!"

"Is that all for now?" He looked mildly surprised. "Here, wait a moment." He stood and took his jacket off while she watched him, perplexed. His lean body looked even more slender without the extra bulk, and she contemplated again how he could be so strong without adding any extra muscle to his bottom half. Sanji strode out into the ocean and submerged his jacket completely, making certain to get it as wet as possible.

"What're you doing?"

"Making sure you're comfortable while I carry you back to the ship." He picked her easily up into his arms, careful to wrap the cloth around her tail so she wouldn't dry out.

"But where can I stay - ohhhh."

"That's right," he murmured as he began strolling towards the Sunny. "The aquarium."

Her shoulders sagged a little. She still wouldn't be able to be with everyone as much as she liked; she'd just now found something of a family and then this happened. "I guess at least I don't look like a demon anymore."

"You never did." He laughed softly when he felt her intake of air, getting ready for a quick retort. "No, no, you had the tail and ears and pointy teeth. I know that. People saw those. But not what you really looked like, a pretty young lady with some added features."

No one was moving this late at night so they arrived in silence to the great tank they kept the fish they would harvest for meals in. Sanji set her down on the edge and she sank into the water with some misgivings about the whole idea. He knelt, watching silently for a moment with his fingers almost absently working at his tie. He slipped the knot finally and removed his shirt.

"What are you -" The young man's slacks came next, silencing her instantly. Elly dove back down for a moment to cover her confusion and shock. Sanji was wearing dark blue colored boxers that were buttoned at the front, thick enough for swimming in.

Obviously he meant to get in the tank with her, but why?

The water rippled as he  joined her, the fish flickering about in confusion to dart away from the newcomer towards the far sides of the tank. She stroked to the top again where he was treading water, his hair wet already and plastered to one side of his face. When she joined him he smiled at her and did something that stunned her even more.

He raised his hand and stroked the hair back, uncovering his entire face before her. Elly blinked, dumbfounded by his revealing act. No one - she knew, no one -- had ever seen this. He'd always covered one side or the other. Somehow he'd even managed to conceal himself when he was hanging upside down, by popping down beside a barrel or other object. They knew now what he looked like on both sides but he'd never been seen with his whole face uncovered. Sanji waited until she bowed her head, blushing, before shaking his own and letting his bangs fall back down.

"I know it doesn't make us even." He sighed and kicked towards her, floating until he bumped her side and placing an arm about her wet shoulders. "But I wanted you to understand I'm sorry for what happened. And I also want you to know that I was interested in you before this change took place."

"Interested? Sanji, you're interested in any female, anywhere. Don't try to justify hitting on me because I turned into some fantasy of yours." Her lavender eyes flashed angrily.

"And yet I'm here, with you," he whispered close to her ear. "Because I want to be. And because you need someone right now."

Elly blushed crazily and, frowning just a little, she turned her head. This was a miscalculation on her part because when offered the smooth, white skin of her neck Sanji didn't even think - he simply reacted. His mouth was already close and he only needed to move just a little to bring it into contact with her. She never even felt it until he spoke again, his words muffled softly and warm on her cool flesh.

"...and because I'm in love with you."

"You are not," she choked, her eyes squeezing shut. "You're not. You 'fall in love' about twenty times a day." She tried to swim away but his arm was still around her. They moved together towards the center of the tank instead, and she finally gave up when she saw she could only remove him by force.

He placed his other arm around her shoulders and hung on, nestling his cheek against hers. Her powerful new tail was enough to keep them both afloat. She hated it. She hated the scales, the thickness, the fact that she didn't have legs anymore... the way it had brought them together. It felt wrong. He didn't love her. He couldn't.

But the kiss that followed sure felt like he was serious.

"Are you fighting me, or yourself?" He breathed into her mouth, paused, then softly kissed her lower lip. One of his strong legs had wrapped around her below and was rubbing along the length of her tail. Other things were rubbing against her below as well but she tried not to think about that.

She blushed even harder. "I - I don't know what you're planning to do, but ..."

"I'm not sure, either," he confessed, running a hand down her tail. "And if you have to be under water to make love, I can't stay down long."

She gasped. "You!"

"Pervert?" He looked up calmly. He wasn't fussing, or squirming, or anything like she'd always seen him respond to other females. He was disturbingly quiet, as if he was filled with purpose and knew what he was doing. "Is that what you wanted to say, love?"

"Stop that!" She jerked her tail away from him suddenly, ashamed at the warm tingle that had been growing in her lower belly.

"There we are," he whispered, and locked both legs around her midsection as he unwrapped his arms from about her neck. It wasn't uncomfortable, but there was no way she could pry him off. He used his arms to stroke back and forth, helping them stay above the water line. "I'm not trying to force this on you, but the writing said there was only one way to change you back."

"Writing?! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Would you have let me get this close to you?" Sanji's voice was bitter as he spoke; there was no hint of playfulness now. "I know how you detest me. Even the girls that slap me don't hate me as much. No, you don't even talk to me."

"I don't hate you," she blurted, confused. "Listen, can we move to the edge maybe? My arms aren't as strong as ... that nasty tail."

"Of course." He obligingly pushed against the water in the right direction so she could pull her upper half out of the water and sit on the edge. He moved smoothly with her, though his position was more awkward. Since he had positioned himself for sex he was lower than her rear part that rested on the ground. He gripped the edge instead, holding on to her with those abnormally strong legs.

"Well," he began, his cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment when she gingerly touched his soft hair. "It's my fault you're like this. And it's my responsibility to make things right."

"Are you sure this was what it said?"

He grew even more uncomfortable. "Damn it! We have to act out my fantasy to the end. Then you'll revert."

"This all happened because you wanted to screw a mermaid?" Her face grew darker and darker as the seconds ticked by. "Did you wish this awful thing to happen to me?!"

"Look," he responded with some heat, "all I was doing was thinking about your tail, and the water nearby made me think of one like this, and I - I had a little fantasy, all right? It doesn't make me a terrible guy. I've wanted you for a long time before this!" He squirmed around and she tensed all over when she felt what he was doing.

"Sanji, wait! Don't!"

"No more talk." Sanji moved forward and a length of hard flesh slid along the smooth scales. She grimaced and closed her eyes tight, trembling though she tried to hold it in. After a minute she realized nothing had happened and she nervously cracked an eyelid. His bluff had failed. The young man was slumped forward, his hair obscuring his face. His knuckles were white where they gripped the side of the tank. As her fear abated and she listened more closely, she could hear his rapid intake of air; soft, shuddering gasps of breath.

She touched his cheek with a wandering hand, feeling the flow of tears. "You're crying."

"Yes. How unmanly is that?" He thrust his face in the opposite direction. "Fine. You've demonstrated that you'd rather stay this way than be with me. I respect that. Maybe there's another way to end this." She was released from his tightly locked legs below and he jumped lithely out of the water, turning to hide himself as he buttoned his boxers. He drew his knees up before himself and wrapped his arms around them, still not facing her.

Elly dipped her ungainly cursed tail in the water and stared hard at it. She tucked her purple hair behind her new, human-like ears and shuddered at how alien they felt.

"Could you maybe bring some pillows or something in?"

"Yes." He stood up, stripping the water off his arms and legs. "Do you need anything else?" He asked in a carefully neutral tone.

She shook her head. "Just come back to me."

Sanji raised a curly eyebrow. "All right," he agreed. "If that's what you want." He was, however, unnaturally silent as he brought the blankets and pillows Elly had requested to the tank area. He set them down beside her and then sat without a word.

"Thank you," she said gratefully. He nodded.

Elly was seated sideways with her tail out of the water. She carefully folded the blankets and laid them on the floor beside her, then placed the couple of pillows at one end. When everything was arranged to her satisfaction she sighed deeply and pulled her shirt over her head.

The blond chef choked and spun about. "What are you doing," he gasped.

"It's cold," she said simply. "Lay with me on the blankets."

"Lay with..." Sanji shifted around as if in a dream. She was stretched out like she said, shivering and nude with her arms outstretched. Her eyes were very vulnerable. "Oh my god," he whispered, starting to shake himself. "Please tell me you're not just doing this because you have to."

"I do have to. But if I have to, I may as well relax about it. Won't be the worst thing to happen to me."

He rushed to her side and knelt above her, placing a cool hand on the side of her face. "Lie to me," he begged. "Just for tonight. Please." His visible eye shone with unshed tears.

"I don't have to." The admission caused her to flinch a little, her eyes downcast and the ever-present blush on her cheeks growing darker.

He groaned deeply and dropped his head to her shoulder, burying it in the hollow between and shuddering all over. "I'm sorry," he whispered even as he began kissing her neck. "I'm so sorry I did this to you. I didn't mean to."

"I know." As Sanji's kisses grew more passionate she tentatively hugged him close. He murmured encouragement and wriggled out of his sodden underwear. His hands ghosted back up her waist, held there a moment, and then went farther until he was gently grasping both sides of her head.

He cleared his throat. "I, uh, found where I'm supposed to enter you," he told her matter-of-factly, "but I don't know if this will hurt or not." He paused, a shadow crossing his handsome features. "I'll go slow, but..."

"Sanji." He stopped faltering for words and closed his eyes when she caressed his face. She smiled ruefully. "We're compatible. Trust me, I can feel my body is the same there."

"All right, then," he gulped. "I'm moving."

She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing deeply to try and relax. She felt a slight nudge below, then increasing pressure. "Sanji, please!"

His eyes widened. "Y-yes," he choked. Rolling his shoulders back, he thrust forward as carefully as he could. Her body tightened around him as he slipped inside, and he fell forward, his hair hanging over his face as he cried out. It was more glorious than he'd imagined. More pleasure than anything he'd felt before, more everything, especially when her arms circled around to hold him while he moved. He hadn't expected that. "Okay?" he asked between pants for air as he moved above her.

"Yes," she gasped. The tail below flopped powerfully as she writhed underneath his body. Tears slipped from her eyes as she squeezed them even tighter. The strangest thing was happening, this tense feeling in her lower body building, a rubbing friction that mounted steadily. She recognized what it was and gave in when she heard him whimpering her name.

"Angel," he moaned, struggling with the desire to move faster and faster. He was barely able to keep a steady pace and his legs felt unnaturally weak. Sanji let out a huge gust of air, clenching his jaw and arching his back in a massive effort.

"Oh my god," Elly cried out as something within her started to burn with a fire she'd never dreamed of. "Sanji, there!" He snapped his neck up, sweat flying as he strove to duplicate the same angle. She cried out again and again as he surrendered to the needs of his body, moving faster at last. Her hands dug into his back for purchase and he relished every scrape of her nails in his tender flesh. There was no way he could stop what he was building up to and he no longer tried. And then Sanji heard her crying his name out, felt her shuddering underneath him. He watched as she shivered through the ecstasy he had brought her and that caused his own ultimate release.

"I'm," he gasped in her ear, grinding hard to stay deep inside her. "coming..." He wrenched forward so hard he saw spots, his mouth open and trailing saliva down his chin. "Love you!"

Both fell backwards into a clumsy embrace onto the now slightly-damp pillows. Elly's heart was beating fast, her mind filled with the words he'd spoken and body throbbing. She was purring. Sanji turned his head, resting between her breasts. He felt her legs curl around him and smiled with complete satisfaction.

"I love you, too," she murmured. "Idiot."

Creep

"Creep"

orig. 6/19/2013

One Piece Sanji x Elly
WARNING. Rape/consensual, adult content

One Piece based non-canon

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(There is another rendition with a different Zoro ending here)

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 dripping 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 it had been by force. Zoro snarled and suddenly whirled around, grabbed an inoffensive young tree around the middle and tore it half out of the ground. 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 along behind 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.

"Where the fuck am I? Damn it, marimo head!" Sanji had roused himself by the time they reached the ship. All traces of his grogginess were completely 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, vaguely recalling that Angel had come to get him and saw her in Zoro's arms. He hissed with anger, his face turning red ...and he saw her. 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. Sanji swore and raced after him, trying to get to his room as fast as possible. The ladies shouldn't see him like this! He hoped Angel was all right, although something about his condition and the big idiot's blind rage nagged at him. He made it to his bedroom safely because the entire ship was afire with curiosity and worry about her condition. God, he was a mess! He discarded the clothing he had picked out in favor of showering first. He was covered in dirt and little pieces of moss. Plus his shoulder hurt.

"Got to get cleaned up." He turned the taps, ran the water and looked down at himself. Oh, shit, was that what he thought it was? He did have that lazy feeling he sometimes got after - well, after being with a woman. And he was dismayed to find that his body was sticky below. Sanji gingerly touched himself and winced. Um. That was it.

He couldn't have.

Not her.

Not that way.

He stepped into the shower, letting the water wash over him. He soaped quickly and efficiently, taking time to clean his shoulder well, letting his mind wander.

She smelled like lavender.

Well, of course he knew that. It wasn't as if he hadn't leaned close to her before and caught that heart-stopping fragrance. He snorted. He was imagining things. But why had she been terrified of him? The water turned off, pink swirling down the drain as the blood washed away. He was toweling off when the bathroom door slammed open.

"The fuck?"

"Sanji!" It was the little reindeer. Oh. Of course.

"I'm fine," he grunted, wrapping the towel around his waist. "Something scratched me - probably a tree branch."

"Sanji." He heard the wavering tone in the doctor's voice and snapped his head up. He was biting back tears, his large eyes overflowing and his nose dripping. "How could you?!" Chopper bawled, pointing at him with a hoof.

"Oi, what? Last thing I really clearly remember is eating a bunch of berries in that stupid forest." He made a face. "They tasted like ass, but I was getting dehydrated. Probably still am. I've got a shitty headache."

"Berries?"

"I scraped a few off my ...well, never mind. But if you want to see 'em, they're here." He fished around in the drain and handed them over.

"Sanji, you don't remember?" He took the berries and twitched his ears up at the tall man, who had lathered his face and was now carefully shaving.

"Is Angel all right?"

"She's sleeping." Chopper sniffled, the tears coming again. "Zoro saw what you did." The blade nicked his chin. Blood slowly trickled from the cut as the blond man swore.

"Damn it! What? Saw me what?"

It was some time later when Chopper left a very shaken Sanji in his room. He was ice cold, shaking despite the fact that he had dressed and it was a warm night tonight. He sat on the edge of his bed, his visible eye wide with disbelief. Damn him. Damn him! He was a fucking bastard. He was a creep, a jerk, a heel. He had done the one thing he swore he'd never do: assault a lady. Not only that, it was one that he had sworn to protect. He'd done worst thing a man could do to any woman. The good little doctor had suggested that he not wait to speak to her again. She was freshly hurt and the trauma left untended would fester worse than any wound. It was possible and he owed her that much - a chance to try and explain himself, apologize.

"What have I done?" He covered his face with his hands, moaning. "She'll hate me forever!" He bunched his shoulders and got up, swinging his arms as he walked towards the doctor's rooms. This was going to be one of the most difficult things he had ever done in his life. What made it worse was how she was laying on the medical bed when he got there, all curled up. She looked pale and shaken, the bruise on her neck standing clearly out in the dim overhead lights.

"Angel." He dared to stroke her cheek with a cautious hand. "Wake up." He nervously caressed her face, hoping she was all right, absently wishing he had been impotent or something when he'd attacked her. "Please wake up!" He tried to smile at her when she slowly blinked her eyes open. They were pale lavender instead of the usual purple and didn't seem to focus properly. She smiled bitterly back when she saw whose face was so close to hers.

"It's you." Sanji's face fell. She didn't trust him anymore. He'd just had some hope that he hadn't done what Chopper had told him. Her expression and her tense body language told him they had been right. He blushed with confusion and worry.

"I didn't remember at first," he blurted out. "They told me." They stared at each other for a few moments. Elly shook her head at last and turned away from him.

"Don't look at me," she whispered.

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

"It's over," she shrugged. "Nothing to fix."

"I'll make it better, damn it, don't say that!" Sanji reached out towards her instinctively and she flinched from his light touch.

"Do you really think you can?"

"Knock that shit off!" His hoarse snarl cut through her melancholia. "This was bad, fucking horrible, and I don't deserve your forgiveness!" His last sentence was delivered in a half-insane howl as he pounded the decking with a thick-soled foot.

"If you don't really want me it's all right." Fresh tears flowed down her cheeks. She was really getting tired of crying; her eyes were sore from it all. "You don't need excuses. I'm a big freaking girl and I can handle this myself." Hearing her speak so violently caused his throat to tighten.

"No," he said quietly. He reached out and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her up on the cot. Elly gasped and was about to scream but he shook his head. "You can hit me if you want," he told her in such a sad tone that she stopped struggling at once.

"Damn you, Sanji!" She let her forehead drop on his chest when he carefully held her in both arms."Damn you for making me love you!" She gasped all of this in such a rush that it left her breathless, hiding her face in his striped button-down shirt. She sat that way for several minutes until she felt a hand on her back. Sanji stroked her gently, picking her up in much the same way that Zoro had when he'd saved her from him before. He didn't speak but walked out of sickbay, throwing his suit jacket on the cot where she had been as a sort of note that would let the reindeer know where she was. He slowly made his way back to his room, pausing every now and then to kiss the silently weeping woman reassuringly.

When he got to the door he banged it open with a casual blow of his foot.

"Chopper said you weren't injured," 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 ...well, no arms broken or any cuts. Just this." He lightly touched the hickey on her neck. He paused, remembering she had just been raped. That he had raped her. Slowly, so as not to frighten her, he laid his body over hers and kissed her mouth. This time she felt the fuzz of his chin as his mouth worked on her own. He was calm and gentle, holding her but not restricting her movement if she wanted to escape.

"I feel bad." She shuddered convulsively.

"Would you like to feel me instead?" Sanji placed an open palm over her heart, feeling it as it thumped crazily. "You're afraid because you lost something. But I can give it back to you."

"You can't give me back what I lost," she said simply.  

"I can if you lost your heart," he said simply. 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. "You can have mine."

"Damn it, Sanji," she husked painfully.

"I'm serious. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you... my sweet, innocent Angel. I'd kill anyone that ever did this to you and I don't know how to fix it because it was me." She saw something she'd never expected when he said this last. A tear trickled down his face. He hastily wiped it away, scowling at himself, but she had seen it.

"I'm scared," she admitted in a tiny voice.

"I can't change what I did," he said, hanging his head. "I can only give you better memories. If you'll let me. I'll do anything you want," he murmured. "Look, 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. Sanji gulped and hung his head, his hand carefully squeezing her side. Gently she tormented him, pinching his nipple and causing his lithe 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 nervously as if he was going to jump on her the moment she said it. He held himself in check, praying that she would tell him.

"I want you to help me not be afraid." Lower than a whisper.

"It's okay," he gasped with some relief. "It's all right. Tell me what you want and I'll do it. Even if you want ...someone else." She jumped almost guiltily and his shoulders sagged.

"Someone else?"

"You do, right? It might have been me, but I ruined it." He nodded. "It's not a problem, I understand."

"You're an ass, Sanji." She slapped his face. The impact wasn't as hard as she could have managed but it stung because she had bothered more than anything else. He rocked back slightly but made no move to shield himself from further blows.

"I'd let you hurt me if I knew it would make you feel better," he said quietly.

"You know what I want." Elly frowned and pulled away from him, yanking her arm out of his gentle hold. "Can you love someone and not be a - a lecherous little fuck? Is that not possible?" Sanji's eye twitched at the vulgar word.

"Angel!"

"Can't handle me being brutal? I can't stand you. It's not a good kind of love. It hurts me like you hurt me before. You don't want to love me and you're probably just guilty." She tried to stand up and had to grip the side of the wall to stand steady on her feet. Her head was bent but he could see her, flushed and tear-streaked and furious. The side locks were thin strips of hair and didn't cover the play of emotions on her face.

"But..."

"I thought you might actually love me." She paused. "I'm not sure about anything, all right? My body aches and I keep feeling your - you inside me. Even though you're gone. I hate that feeling!" She whirled on him, eyes flashing.

"I'm sorry," he gasped weakly.

"That's not good enough!" Sanji covered his mouth with one long-fingered hand as he drew his legs up in front of him. He flinched visibly as she started yelling. "I know Chopper said you were drugged, I know you weren't totally to blame, but I want ..." Elly trailed off. She didn't know what she wanted. There was a faint squeak of bedsprings and she looked quickly down. The lean man had fallen over, his legs still curled up in front of him and his head tucked in his arms.

"Leave me."

"Huh?"

"Leave me!" His body shook; spasms wracked him all over and she heard him gasping, choking. Confused, she leaned over him and heard the unmistakable sound of sobbing. He was trying to muffle it by hiding his face. She reached down and tugged at his hair, pulling him up enough so she could see the tears streaming down his cheeks. He squeezed his eye shut, face burning with rage and shame.

"Leave me, go to him instead," he snarled. "Go! I'm a shitty asshole and don't deserve forgiveness!"

"Him?" Eyes blank, she froze in place, fingers still twined in his blond hair. Sanji laughed wildly.

"Him! Who else? The fucking knight in fucking armor! Who saved you?" He reached out and pushed her away so firmly that she stumbled again. "Shouldn't you go?"

"Asshole." She whispered it wonderingly. The cook was furious because he hadn't wanted her to see him cry. He was obviously as angry at himself as she was at him.

"Damn it!" His eye widened when she came closer. "Don't - don't come near me..." Her arms wrapped around him, feeling the fine fabric of the tailored shirt he wore. Again, he was warm and he smelled like smoke. This time she also caught an extra scent of some exotic cologne and shaving cream. He'd showered and cleaned himself up like she had.

"Sanji?"

"Don't, please," he said wearily. "You're right. I thought I could make it better. I can't."

"No," she agreed. "You can't." He sagged in her arms, head hanging again with that glistening fall of hair swinging down. She touched his cheek and he jerked in surprise.

"You're still here," he whispered.

"I asked you before if you could make it not hurt," Elly reminded him.

"It shouldn't hurt," he murmured. Sanji raised his head and looked her right in the eyes. "I don't want you to think I tricked you." He sighed then, shaking his head. "I don't think it's a good idea to just... do it again. Not so fast."

"What?" Her voice betrayed her shock. "I thought..." He smiled faintly at her, wiping at his eyes with the back of one hand. His other caressed her cheek.

"That you'd just try again?" He smiled wryly. "After that? I know you're brave, but it's unnecessary. I can make you feel good without getting anything in return." Her brow furrowed and face began to burn with heat as his hand dipped lower. He started to stroke downwards, angling towards her breast. Sanji's voice had dropped to that low, sultry tone but it still held a wavering thread of concern. The hesitation caused her to relax more than anything. He wasn't sure of himself.

"Without getting anything in return? What does that mean?"

"You don't have to touch me at all unless you want to." His hand passed over her nipple and she shivered. "And if you want me to stop, tell me." He kissed the side of her neck.

"Ack..." The fact that her body still reacted to his scent, voice, and touch was so confusing she was completely tongue-tied. She kept telling herself that he had been drugged, it wasn't really him before. It had just been his uninhibited desire. If she got the whole package, she got gentleman Sanji. And he was telling her he would be kind.

"Just tell me 'stop'. I mean it." His skin was smooth except for the light patch on his chin. She kissed the scruffy gold fuzz, eyes closing so she could better hear the sound of his voice.

"All right."

"Is this alright?" His fingers tugged at the hardened nipple. It was so sensitive to his touch that she whimpered. "Angel?" Sanji's hand paused at the hem of her shirt.

"Yes," she husked quietly and his warm hand slid under her shirt, cupping her breast and humming with pleasure. "Slow..." she whispered, biting her lip. "Go slow."

"Whatever you want," came the hushed reply. He spoke into her ear, kissing her neck as his hand squeezed and hefted. "I don't want to say something that will upset you, but you're still an angel."

"Why do you call me that?" Sanji smiled.

"Your voice," he answered simply. "You don't have wings..." Here he brushed both his hands across her shoulder blades under her top, causing her to shiver. "But you sound like one when you sing."

"No," she murmured. "I don't."

"I think you do." He lifted the entire shirt off, gently pulling it over her head. His fingers inserted themselves under her bra and he removed that as well, pausing to let her help when she raised her arms. Elly blushed and instinctively moved to cover herself as the undergarment fell to the floor.

"Um. It's cold?"

"Will you let me hold you?" His arms enfolded her in a soft embrace and he hugged her quietly for awhile. She sighed at last and timidly slipped her arms around his neck, a tiny gasp escaping her when she felt his lips on her earlobe. Sanji's warm smoke-scented breath puffed in her ear. His lips brushed the edges, he slowly traced the outline with the tip of his tongue until she moaned and started to move. Her hands dug into his shirt, pulling the fabric in opposite directions.

"Ohhhh." She was taken aback by his patience and light movements. Everything was different. He was kind and his touches had the sincerity of true emotion behind them rather than blind lust.

"Angel," he panted. She heard the sadness in his voice and held him tighter. His body trembled; she felt it under her palms. But he said nothing more as he reached between them to touch her chest again. It was obviously affecting him, however. She heard his rough breathing, the hitched breaths he'd take now and then. He'd moved back a little bit and she saw drops staining the bed sheets dark below him. Sanji held his head low even as he cried and kissed her nipples languidly, taking his time and moving so slowly she scarcely felt him. The pleasure was so intense she started to squirm, her face taking on an alarming shade of purple as she struggled with herself. It felt so good. She couldn't believe this was the man that had raped her only hours before. That sobered her a little but she placed those thoughts on a back burner because his face was wet. He'd laid his cheek against her breast and husked her name. His tears were damp on her flushed skin.

"Sanji?" He just shook his head.

"How can I keep saying I'm sorry? Does it matter? They're only words."  Sanji frowned and pressed his palm lightly on her lower belly. He feared she was hurt down there and was afraid to ask. Was it really okay to touch her there after he had ...you know?

"It doesn't feel bad," she said, startling him. "You actually were gentle."

"Wh - what?"

"I'm ...okay." She looked to one side. "And, and - it wasn't your fault." Now it sounded like she was trying to convince herself.

"I should have had more control," he mourned. His upturned face was paler than usual, and the golden hair was ruffled and half-stuck to his face on the one side.

"Then I should have fought you more." Sanji roused himself to come to her defense and saw what she was doing. He smiled wryly, hands massaging her belly in a comforting way.

"We can fix things, right?"

"I think." Elly's lavender eyes were doubtful. She opened her mouth to say something else but then shut it, blushing.

"Don't be shy, sweetheart," he murmured, kissing between her breasts. "Tell me you love me. It's all right, I ...I love you, too."

"Sanji!" Another hand was petting close to where her thighs joined. The slow burn of pleasure that was building in her lower belly flared. She didn't fear his touch there now, she wanted it. He laid the hand carefully, slowly on her jeans and looked at her.

"That's why we can fix things." He gently tugged on the zipper but didn't drag it down. "May I undress you, please? I want to make you sing." Sanji found he was caught up in a strange, melancholy kind of desire. He wanted to give her everything he could, please her, make her believe he never meant to injure her. His eyes wanted to tear up constantly and he wanted to kiss her, sobbing apologies into her mouth until it felt better. Right now his heart was breaking. She trusted him now, his angel. Look at her, only a little while after being brutally attacked and she's letting me touch her. He shook his head sharply, clearing his mind. Thinking bad thoughts wouldn't help. Filling their time and memories with better ones would.

"Now." He stroked her below with a finger and she nervously twitched her thighs as if to close them. "Should I stop?"

"N - no... it feels good, I just, you know, nervous."

"No need to be nervous." he raised himself, removing his hand and lifting her to sit on his lap. He settled back against the headboard, her back against his front, nuzzling her neck and covering the spot with light kisses. This time when he gently touched her he tried to find the little spot that would excite her. She tensed, and again he sat silent and still for a long time until she relaxed. His other arm, soft and cuddly in the light blue shirt he wore, was wrapped around her middle. He held her comfortably and started to rock back and forth. The motion was soothing and his fingertip brushed lightly on her pleasure center with every forward and backward movement. It was like he wasn't touching her at all but yet he was. Elly's hands grasped his arm.

"Oh my god... Sanji..."

"Yes," he breathed. That's what he wanted. He silently pleaded for her to enjoy herself. He tried to move even more slowly, lessening the pressure on his finger. Take it easy, he reminded himself. She was moaning with excitement, lost to the world around her in her pleasure. He rocked her and lapped at her shoulder, mouth burning on her skin. Hot. He was so hot, he wanted her so badly. The motions of her body against his were almost too much to bear. But he would. Sanji swallowed hard and continued to nuzzle her lovingly, patiently moving her body against his hand.

After several sweet minutes he kissed her neck and whispered that he loved her. Then he slipped a single finger inside her warm body. Sanji closed his eyes, hoping that he hadn't - didn't -- hurt her, praying that he hadn't somehow damaged her in a way he would never forgive himself for. But Elly's tears this time weren't of pain and rage. She clasped a hand to her mouth, eyes squeezed shut, body leaning forward with her strands of hair flinging about her face. The lean man's fingers had teased the orgasm from her and it was something she'd never felt before. It was slow and burned in her belly like fire, creeping through her loins until she couldn't hold back anymore and she wailed out loud. He removed his hand and unobtrusively wiped it on a tissue from the bed stand, making sure his other arm was still holding her. Silence reigned for some time. He held her with both arms, his hand loosely clasped around her middle, chin on her shoulder. He listened to her heavy breathing and tried to calm his body down. His body felt heavy below, like molten lead had settled in his balls. His penis was still stiff and it ached for attention, but he steadfastly ignored it.

"Aren't you hurting?" She asked quietly.

"Yes." He shifted her on his lap, sliding down so they could embrace each other on the bed. "I'm never going to forgive myself." Elly shook her head. She hadn't meant that. "What - this?" He stared down at himself, dismissing his tented slacks with a brief glance.

"Um."

"No!" He said sharply, softening it with a kiss on her cheek. "I don't get anything. And besides," he added, "aren't you sleepy?" 

"But..."

"Later," he murmured. "Maybe later." He kissed her on the lips, mouth closed.

"Sure?"

"I'm certain." His mouth parted and he slipped his tongue inside, placing his hands on either side of her face. "Rest now. I'll hold you while you sleep."

"Sanji."

"Don't cry." He touched her face.

"I won't anymore..."

"We'll see. I'll do my best to keep it that way."