Yo guys! So, enjoy the 'behind scenes', and… watch out, it's short, but the dirtiest thing I've written so far. Seriously.

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It was frantic; out of rhythm, out of it's usual balance and some sort of harmony. It was messy, unorganized, loud and sweaty and full of the smell of musk and cum itself. Simply, it was not the sex Sanji would normally enjoy, but for some reason, he was loving it at the very moment. At the very moment, it felt simply amazing, out of this world, out of this universe. It felt like heaven, like something he's never felt before; ever. It felt too good, too good to hold back. For once, he didn't care if anybody heard them. For this one time, he didn't care what happened now, and what consequences it would have later.

Zoro was sweating from all those fast movements, that delicious workout he enjoyed this much. His skin seemed to glow in the deem light of the room, and if Sanji wasn't too paralyzed by all the perfect feelings Zoro was giving him, he'd run his hands all over that beautiful body. He randomly remembered Zoro didn't like being called beautiful – he thought that was for girls, and that men were handsome and handsome only. But Sanji still preferred to call him his beautiful sexy ass fuck-mate.

Sanji arched his back as Zoro picked his speed up, riding him like crazy, his hips jerking violently as he shook in estacy. The blonde bucked up every time he felt like it, not trying to get any kind of rhythm in their crazy midnight fuck. They were basically just grinding against each other, Zoro having Sanji's dick deep in him and Sanji dipping his nails into Zoro's hips.

"Fucktard!" Zoro cried out, pleasured tears running down his red cheeks. "Fucktard!" he screamed, going faster and faster. He covered Sanji's hands with his, seeking for some kind of support. He felt weak, too weak to stay up like this, on his knees and with his ass glued to Sanji's crotch. The chef slid his hands up with difficulty, feeling weak himself, to Zoro's sides to hold him up at least a bit.

"Oh fuck baby," Sanji moaned as Zoro threw his head back and let out a pleasured scream. "Aaah shit shit shit shiiit… Zoro honey come on come on!"

"Shut up you jerk!" Zoro yelled, one of his hands moving to cover Sanji's dirty mouth. The blonde willingly licked and nipped on it, making the swordsman blush and moan loudly. "Fuck you, idiot… I hate you – aaah! – hate so m-much!" his breath hitched, Zoro rode his fuck-mate wildly, although he pretended to not enjoy it.

Sanji reached down, grasping Zoro's weeping cock and squeezing it at the base.

"FUCKTARD!"

Then, Sanji pushed his free hand against Zoro's sweaty chest and flipped them over. Grabbing Zoro's scarred ankles, he fucked his nice round ass deeply and lovingly, loving every second of it, every little drop or sweat he broke, every sound he made. But, no doubts about that, what he loved the most was Zoro's expression; a mixture of pain, anger, shyness, extreme pleasure and submission. The green-haired swordsman had his teeth clenched together, his eyes full of tears and embarrassment. He was trying to hold back his screams, but there was no way he could do that. With all the force, everything Sanji did, the way the head of his hungry cock hit all the special spots in him, the fact that he could feel him all the way to his belly as he thrust into him as deep as Zoro's body allowed, that all was making the swordsman lose him mind. He couldn't think of anything, anything but the blonde idiot who was fucking him stupid.

Their eyes met for a second.

Sanji leaned in to kiss him.

Zoro pushed him away. "Do it you jerk. Make me cum as hard as I always wanted to."

"Shit, Zoro!"

From that moment on, it wasn't very long-lasting. Sanji grabbed Zoro's aching length, Zoro insulted him several times. And although he claimed to hate him and everything he did, his hips moved along with Sanji's, he cried out every time their thrusts met, he was arching his back as he felt his orgasm rushing through his veins. He was at his peak, and he could tell Sanji was, too. He haven't even noticed his hands almost tearing the sheets before he reached up to wrap his arms around his chef's neck.

It was hot. Messy and hot and unorganized and fast and frantic and literally rabbit-like. Zoro had one and only word for it; animalistic. Although he could find many more words, like violent, aggressive and dirty. Fascinating, too. Amazing and mind-blowing. Simply perfect. He could scream his head off, but his breath hitched and all he could do was shake uncontrollably.

As Sanji pounded his aching ass, Zoro realized it got fucking painful. His slutty hole ached like bloody hell, his dick felt like exploding very soon, and his insides were about to be boiled with pleasured feelings. He moved to meet Sanji's hips, and as he did so, Sanji pumped his shaft as if it was the last thing he'd do on this world, and with that, Zoro's back nearly broke as he arched it, his eyes felt too painful as they rolled back and his throat was sore as he finally let out that one scream that must have woken up the entire ship.

Sanji watched Zoro's face, the way it looked just so heart-breakingly amazing. He watched the way he moved as he finally came, hard and crazy and beautiful. He listened to his heartbeat, his brain too quick, or possibly too slow, to notice his scream that was cut off in the middle because Zoro was out of breath, so he just continued shaking, his skin, despite the room feeling just way too hot, marred with goose bumps. Sanji barely even noticed his own release as he was so obsessed with Zoro. But in the end, it hit him, hard. He shook, too, and buried himself deep inside his fuck-mate's body, painting the walls that squeezed the cum out of his dick with his white essence.

The blonde collapsed next to the swordsman, his eyes closed and his heart beating so wildly he thought he might die. Zoro was laying next to him, shivering and rubbing his tummy.

"J-jerk…" he managed to get out, "you came too much. I can still… feel it inside…" Zoro mumbled, blushing as he did.

Sanji rolled around and grabbed the towel laying on the nightstand. He wiped the creamy cum off of Zoro's abs, threw the towel god-knows-where, and sunk down back to the mess he managed to make out of the brave warrior. "It'll come out eventually," he teased as he knew Zoro hated to talk about things like these. Sanji enjoyed the little snort and wrapped an arm around the swordsman.

"Wasn't that bad, was it?"

Zoro took a small breath before mumbling. "Jackass. Thanks for awesome cum, but let the fuck go of me, it's too hot in here."

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There~ very short, I know, but I wanted to keep it this way. I think that's better for a little 'behind-scenes' sequel x)

So I hope you enjoyed this shameless thingy, and I look forward to hearing what you think! ^^

~Bye for now! xoxoxoxo