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Title: Swim with me, Ace!
Characters: Sanji and Ace and a tad of Luffy and Chopper.
Rating: High because of explicit sexually related material. Still, there is no fucking.
Summary: Ace is Bathing, - and Sanji does various things to him, using the water to keep him immobilised. Ace/Sanji. Bdsm themed, vaguely noncon.
Sanji was a good swimmer, - he always had been, and after spending so much time with people who had eaten of the devil’s fruits, he had learned to fully appreciate that ability. And so, during damp, hot summer days it happened that he swam around in front of his nakama, knowing that Luffy and Chopper, - the ones who always complained the most about the heat, would be unable to join him. He knew all too well to which extent this annoyed his captain. Sanji often tried to pretend that he didn’t enjoy watching his red-faced captain going green with envy, while the chill sea water stroked his own naked body.
Sometimes he even swam at night, alone when the rest of the crew was sleeping. Alone when he should be asleep himself. Alone, and the only sounds that reached him was a weak snoring sound from the room in which his nakama were sleeping, and sometimes the soft sound, of the water against the wooden hull of the going merry. Sanji swam, and enjoyed the feeling of being all alone. No nakama. No working. No loud laughter or friendly arguments, - just Sanji and the chill, dark water.
All of a sudden, he heard a noise. After years of fighting, Sanji had learned to never let his guard down, - even when he was relaxing all by his own he was alert, and hearing noises while he was out swimming, was not something he was likely to dismiss easily. He let his body sink deeper into the water, so that everything from the nose and down was hidden in the dark water. On a stone, in the dim moonlight, he spotted the contour of a man sitting on a rock really close to the shore, - just where the water began to deepen. The contour was easy enough to recognise, - Ace had taken off his hat and clothes, and was sitting on the rock with a jug in his hand, - obviously trying to do some personal hygiene without becoming too wet. With slow, careful movement, he poured the sea water over his left foot, and started rubbing it with a soap bar. His otherwise energetic movements were replaced by an almost harmonic lack of speed. Sanji slowly approached him, doing his best to not make a sound.
It was hard, like it always is at night. When he was several metres away from the place where Ace was sitting, he could make out the sound of the other man’s breath from the otherwise silent night. Going under water, Sanji approached the other man quickly. And it took him no more than three seconds to grab the other man’s ankles and pull him under water. He carefully tied up his feet with thin strands of seaweed before going back to the surface.
The change in the other man’s body was remarkable. The body that had been so calm a moment ago was now rigid because of the immediate contact with the water. Ace was standing upright, covered in water from the shoulders down, not able to move a muscle. Sanji muffled the other man’s mouth with his hand before he had the time to call the straw hat crew for help.
- “Don’t call them” he whispered into Ace’s left ear. “You don’t want them to see you like this, do you?”. He bit the other man’s earlobe with his canines and placed his hands on the other man’s hips, waiting for his body to respond to his actions. He could tell that Ace relaxed a bit when he recognised Sanji’s voice. Still, he was completely paralysed.
- “Sanji?” he replied, a hint of irritation in his voice. “What are you doing, man!”. Sanji didn’t answer, but filled ace’s jug with water that he slowly poured over the other man’s head. Small drops of water ran slowly down Ace’s neck, causing the small hairs in his neck to stand up, and his firm skin to form goosebumps.
- “Ough… it’s itchy.” Ace tried to make him listen, - and Sanji moved through the water until he found himself standing directly in front of his captain’s elder brother.
- “And do you think there is anything I can do to stop it from itching?” He said, knowing all too well how a little smile formed in the corner of his mouth. Ace's jaw tensed, his eyes narrowing to thin slits
"i suppose so" Ace was frowning "You do have your hands free after all" Sanji couldn’t help it, but rather enjoyed the situation. He examined aces body with his eyes. The muscles directly under the skin was twitching, while the tiny drops of water slowly ran down his smooth skin. Of course he could help him out if he wanted to, - but the irritation in Aces eyes intrigued him.
Without touching the other man’s skin, he bent forward, and slowly licked the drops from his neck and shoulders, - knowing all too well that removing the drops wouldn’t stop the itching at all. When all the salty drops were gone, Aces lip had curled into a sneer. If he had been able to move, he would have. If he had been able to scratch his chest, he would have. Sanji closed his eyes and imagined how Ace’s body would have reacted had he been tied up with ropes instead of water. But that kind of things wouldn’t have worked with Ace. Knowing all too well that in any other situation, Ace would have burned the ropes that tied him down within seconds, Sanji approached the other man again, still not touching him with a finger. Instead he let his tongue caress the other man’s collarbones. His skin had a strong taste of sun and sweat, and a weak taste of salt. When his lips touched Ace’s neck, he noticed a faint smell of smoke and burnt skin.
-“Does it hurt to burn like you do?” Sanji’s words sounded flat, almost emotionless. Before Ace could answer, he exhaled, letting his breath pass over the other man’s moist skin.
- “Does it tickle, like this?” Sanji noticed how Ace was biting his lip, and slowly swam around the other man’s immobilized body. Without warning he bit the sensitive skin at the nape of the neck, a mere inch over the big tattoo that covered most of his back.
-“Does it hurt, like this?” He said, still with the tender skin between his teeth. He knew how many nerves that piece of skin contained, and bit harder. He didn’t let go until he felt the taste of blood in his mouth. Ace still didn’t answer, but his eyes were a bit more shiny than they had been before, his lips a bit shakier. Sanji’s teeth had penetrated the skin, - and blood mixed with the salty water as it coloured parts of Ace’s skin in a dark orange colour.
- “Or perhaps” Sanji said as his hands grabbed Aces thick, black hair and forced his head backwards. “Perhaps it turns you on, - like this”. And their lips met in a violent kiss.
Sanji wasn’t surprised to feel how the other man responded to his actions, to feel how Aces lips glued themselves to Sanji’s own. He wasn’t surprised to feel how the other man’s body was shaking from unused aggression. He used his hands to explore the immobilised pirate’s body, his nails scratched the itching shoulders. Ace let out a moan, his hands moved down, just to realise that nothing had changed below his shoulders. He had no erection, his nipples were soft, like before, and as opposed to his face and lips, his body didn’t lean towards him. Realising that it must be the water that did this to him, Sanji grabbed the other pirate’s hair and pulled him towards the shore. The seaweed broke, and Ace’s face spent more time under than over the surface. When they finally reached the shore, he laid Aces body in the sand, and kissed him once more.
He was, however, surprised to realise that the other man was crying. The salty tears mixed with sea water and saliva as they kissed, and his chest was shaking as a weak sobbing sound escaped his lips. Suddenly Ace turned his face away.
-“How it feels to burn?” he said gloomily as his hand reached out to fetch a fistful of sand, which he threw into Sanji’s face. “It hurts, like this.” Before Sanji could respond, he was forced down, his head in the sand, and sand between his teeth and in his eyes.
-“It marks you, like this.” his he said lodly, almost screamed it out. His thin lips formed a shaky smile, a smile which didn’t at all match the redness that proved that his eyes were still crying. He placed a hand on Sanji’s chest and slowly put himself on fire, leaving a crusty wound on the chef’s pale skin, - red against milky white.
-“And it hurts your emotions, your pride and your feelings, like this.” He slowly ran his burning fingers through the vain chef’s hair. The smell of burnt hair filled the air, and Sanji, struck with terror tried to crawl backwards. His eyes glowed ominously, as if he was balancing on a thin line, - afraid to lose control, and afraid to fall.
Suddenly Ace bent down to kiss the other man, a soft kiss this time. He let his tongue explore the other man’s mouth, let it linger just inside his lips and his lips gently caress the other man’s lips. And lips met lips, and tears mixed with tears, hands clutched hands.
Ace smiled shyly “Yeah. And I guess it turns me on. Just like that.”
Hmm... never written anything like this before. Don't know if I managed to. It was difficult...
Characters: Sanji and Ace and a tad of Luffy and Chopper.
Rating: High because of explicit sexually related material. Still, there is no fucking.
Summary: Ace is Bathing, - and Sanji does various things to him, using the water to keep him immobilised. Ace/Sanji. Bdsm themed, vaguely noncon.
Sanji was a good swimmer, - he always had been, and after spending so much time with people who had eaten of the devil’s fruits, he had learned to fully appreciate that ability. And so, during damp, hot summer days it happened that he swam around in front of his nakama, knowing that Luffy and Chopper, - the ones who always complained the most about the heat, would be unable to join him. He knew all too well to which extent this annoyed his captain. Sanji often tried to pretend that he didn’t enjoy watching his red-faced captain going green with envy, while the chill sea water stroked his own naked body.
Sometimes he even swam at night, alone when the rest of the crew was sleeping. Alone when he should be asleep himself. Alone, and the only sounds that reached him was a weak snoring sound from the room in which his nakama were sleeping, and sometimes the soft sound, of the water against the wooden hull of the going merry. Sanji swam, and enjoyed the feeling of being all alone. No nakama. No working. No loud laughter or friendly arguments, - just Sanji and the chill, dark water.
All of a sudden, he heard a noise. After years of fighting, Sanji had learned to never let his guard down, - even when he was relaxing all by his own he was alert, and hearing noises while he was out swimming, was not something he was likely to dismiss easily. He let his body sink deeper into the water, so that everything from the nose and down was hidden in the dark water. On a stone, in the dim moonlight, he spotted the contour of a man sitting on a rock really close to the shore, - just where the water began to deepen. The contour was easy enough to recognise, - Ace had taken off his hat and clothes, and was sitting on the rock with a jug in his hand, - obviously trying to do some personal hygiene without becoming too wet. With slow, careful movement, he poured the sea water over his left foot, and started rubbing it with a soap bar. His otherwise energetic movements were replaced by an almost harmonic lack of speed. Sanji slowly approached him, doing his best to not make a sound.
It was hard, like it always is at night. When he was several metres away from the place where Ace was sitting, he could make out the sound of the other man’s breath from the otherwise silent night. Going under water, Sanji approached the other man quickly. And it took him no more than three seconds to grab the other man’s ankles and pull him under water. He carefully tied up his feet with thin strands of seaweed before going back to the surface.
The change in the other man’s body was remarkable. The body that had been so calm a moment ago was now rigid because of the immediate contact with the water. Ace was standing upright, covered in water from the shoulders down, not able to move a muscle. Sanji muffled the other man’s mouth with his hand before he had the time to call the straw hat crew for help.
- “Don’t call them” he whispered into Ace’s left ear. “You don’t want them to see you like this, do you?”. He bit the other man’s earlobe with his canines and placed his hands on the other man’s hips, waiting for his body to respond to his actions. He could tell that Ace relaxed a bit when he recognised Sanji’s voice. Still, he was completely paralysed.
- “Sanji?” he replied, a hint of irritation in his voice. “What are you doing, man!”. Sanji didn’t answer, but filled ace’s jug with water that he slowly poured over the other man’s head. Small drops of water ran slowly down Ace’s neck, causing the small hairs in his neck to stand up, and his firm skin to form goosebumps.
- “Ough… it’s itchy.” Ace tried to make him listen, - and Sanji moved through the water until he found himself standing directly in front of his captain’s elder brother.
- “And do you think there is anything I can do to stop it from itching?” He said, knowing all too well how a little smile formed in the corner of his mouth. Ace's jaw tensed, his eyes narrowing to thin slits
"i suppose so" Ace was frowning "You do have your hands free after all" Sanji couldn’t help it, but rather enjoyed the situation. He examined aces body with his eyes. The muscles directly under the skin was twitching, while the tiny drops of water slowly ran down his smooth skin. Of course he could help him out if he wanted to, - but the irritation in Aces eyes intrigued him.
Without touching the other man’s skin, he bent forward, and slowly licked the drops from his neck and shoulders, - knowing all too well that removing the drops wouldn’t stop the itching at all. When all the salty drops were gone, Aces lip had curled into a sneer. If he had been able to move, he would have. If he had been able to scratch his chest, he would have. Sanji closed his eyes and imagined how Ace’s body would have reacted had he been tied up with ropes instead of water. But that kind of things wouldn’t have worked with Ace. Knowing all too well that in any other situation, Ace would have burned the ropes that tied him down within seconds, Sanji approached the other man again, still not touching him with a finger. Instead he let his tongue caress the other man’s collarbones. His skin had a strong taste of sun and sweat, and a weak taste of salt. When his lips touched Ace’s neck, he noticed a faint smell of smoke and burnt skin.
-“Does it hurt to burn like you do?” Sanji’s words sounded flat, almost emotionless. Before Ace could answer, he exhaled, letting his breath pass over the other man’s moist skin.
- “Does it tickle, like this?” Sanji noticed how Ace was biting his lip, and slowly swam around the other man’s immobilized body. Without warning he bit the sensitive skin at the nape of the neck, a mere inch over the big tattoo that covered most of his back.
-“Does it hurt, like this?” He said, still with the tender skin between his teeth. He knew how many nerves that piece of skin contained, and bit harder. He didn’t let go until he felt the taste of blood in his mouth. Ace still didn’t answer, but his eyes were a bit more shiny than they had been before, his lips a bit shakier. Sanji’s teeth had penetrated the skin, - and blood mixed with the salty water as it coloured parts of Ace’s skin in a dark orange colour.
- “Or perhaps” Sanji said as his hands grabbed Aces thick, black hair and forced his head backwards. “Perhaps it turns you on, - like this”. And their lips met in a violent kiss.
Sanji wasn’t surprised to feel how the other man responded to his actions, to feel how Aces lips glued themselves to Sanji’s own. He wasn’t surprised to feel how the other man’s body was shaking from unused aggression. He used his hands to explore the immobilised pirate’s body, his nails scratched the itching shoulders. Ace let out a moan, his hands moved down, just to realise that nothing had changed below his shoulders. He had no erection, his nipples were soft, like before, and as opposed to his face and lips, his body didn’t lean towards him. Realising that it must be the water that did this to him, Sanji grabbed the other pirate’s hair and pulled him towards the shore. The seaweed broke, and Ace’s face spent more time under than over the surface. When they finally reached the shore, he laid Aces body in the sand, and kissed him once more.
He was, however, surprised to realise that the other man was crying. The salty tears mixed with sea water and saliva as they kissed, and his chest was shaking as a weak sobbing sound escaped his lips. Suddenly Ace turned his face away.
-“How it feels to burn?” he said gloomily as his hand reached out to fetch a fistful of sand, which he threw into Sanji’s face. “It hurts, like this.” Before Sanji could respond, he was forced down, his head in the sand, and sand between his teeth and in his eyes.
-“It marks you, like this.” his he said lodly, almost screamed it out. His thin lips formed a shaky smile, a smile which didn’t at all match the redness that proved that his eyes were still crying. He placed a hand on Sanji’s chest and slowly put himself on fire, leaving a crusty wound on the chef’s pale skin, - red against milky white.
-“And it hurts your emotions, your pride and your feelings, like this.” He slowly ran his burning fingers through the vain chef’s hair. The smell of burnt hair filled the air, and Sanji, struck with terror tried to crawl backwards. His eyes glowed ominously, as if he was balancing on a thin line, - afraid to lose control, and afraid to fall.
Suddenly Ace bent down to kiss the other man, a soft kiss this time. He let his tongue explore the other man’s mouth, let it linger just inside his lips and his lips gently caress the other man’s lips. And lips met lips, and tears mixed with tears, hands clutched hands.
Ace smiled shyly “Yeah. And I guess it turns me on. Just like that.”
Hmm... never written anything like this before. Don't know if I managed to. It was difficult...