A fic where Zoro fails to be true...and would be stunned if he wasn't so hurt.
Title: Following the Flow
Words: 300
Pairing: Zoro/Mihawk & Zoro/Sanji
rating: NC-17 (just to be safe but for me this reads as an R)
Topic: Adultery
There’d been a secret cockiness in his heart. It assured him his love for the blond was so pure, his devotion so strong, that if their relationship ended by betrayal, it’d be the cook.
Wrong.
He didn’t deserve the cook anymore.
Mihawk marked his neck with another half-bitten kiss.
It was worse than if one of those damn ghosts touched him, because he’d brought it on himself.
First day as Mihawk’s student, they sparred until Zoro was exhausted. Mihawk commands him to now focus his spirit into the tip of his sword.
Zoro couldn’t light that fire on command. Not until his goal pressed into his back, anyway. The greatest swordsman in the world.
“Keep focusing.” He hissed into his ear and Zoro felt something ignite in him.
A dexterous hand snakes around his hip and onto his cock naturally, like another sword in his skilled palm. An honor for him wield it.
Zoro focused on his blade and watched it glow white-hot. He grew hard in the master swordsman’s grip.
“That’s haki I’m helping stimulate. Own it. Do what you want.”
Zoro pulled that energy back into himself, let it sizzle in his blood and hone his nerves to feel every sensation, then turned his head and knowingly kissed the Shichibukai Dracule Mihawk with all of his being.
Within minutes, clothes were torn and both were on the ground in an erotic dance of power and control.
Soon after when his lips were forming words meant for Sanji that he realized what he’d done. Who he’d forgotten while intoxicated by the other swordsman’s presence.
“Great swordsmen follow their instinct, feel, and move with their bodies.”
“Maybe we’re meant to be alone then.” The weight of his betrayal suffocated him with regret.
Mihawk grinned, conveniently oblivious.
“Never with each other.”
Words: 300
Pairing: Zoro/Mihawk & Zoro/Sanji
rating: NC-17 (just to be safe but for me this reads as an R)
Topic: Adultery
There’d been a secret cockiness in his heart. It assured him his love for the blond was so pure, his devotion so strong, that if their relationship ended by betrayal, it’d be the cook.
Wrong.
He didn’t deserve the cook anymore.
Mihawk marked his neck with another half-bitten kiss.
It was worse than if one of those damn ghosts touched him, because he’d brought it on himself.
First day as Mihawk’s student, they sparred until Zoro was exhausted. Mihawk commands him to now focus his spirit into the tip of his sword.
Zoro couldn’t light that fire on command. Not until his goal pressed into his back, anyway. The greatest swordsman in the world.
“Keep focusing.” He hissed into his ear and Zoro felt something ignite in him.
A dexterous hand snakes around his hip and onto his cock naturally, like another sword in his skilled palm. An honor for him wield it.
Zoro focused on his blade and watched it glow white-hot. He grew hard in the master swordsman’s grip.
“That’s haki I’m helping stimulate. Own it. Do what you want.”
Zoro pulled that energy back into himself, let it sizzle in his blood and hone his nerves to feel every sensation, then turned his head and knowingly kissed the Shichibukai Dracule Mihawk with all of his being.
Within minutes, clothes were torn and both were on the ground in an erotic dance of power and control.
Soon after when his lips were forming words meant for Sanji that he realized what he’d done. Who he’d forgotten while intoxicated by the other swordsman’s presence.
“Great swordsmen follow their instinct, feel, and move with their bodies.”
“Maybe we’re meant to be alone then.” The weight of his betrayal suffocated him with regret.
Mihawk grinned, conveniently oblivious.
“Never with each other.”