onepieceyaoi100 | The title doesn't even match the fic...

Title: Something Real
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 297
Pairing: Yeah…you’ll see.
Topic: Cold
A/N: Definitely cold in the sense of emotions/attitudes and stuff, there isn’t even the mentioning of the word “cold” in this fic. D:

Heat in its purest form, fire that raged uncontrollably into his abdomen, relentlessly brutal in its conquest to fulfill their needs.

A twist in his lithe frame, scalding aches pulsing into his body, the sensations breaking his limit, left him wanting more, like he was a virgin all over again. Rediscovering sensations he had long forgotten.

As his body was probed, the ache becoming intolerable, his control was shattered. Just as he yelled out a calloused hand covered his mouth.

“Shut the fuck up,” the man insisted as he continued rolling his hips.

He growled and instantly felt his whole body spasm from a well placed thrust. A sharp pain in his shoulder just as he felt the other man spill his pleasure was all it took. He moaned into the palm over his mouth as he road through the back arching climax.

Now in their afterglow, his body dwindling down from its exuberant high, the other man laid against his chest, on instinct he pulled him closer to his body, snuggling into the warmth.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?!” His crewmate shouted as his head snapped back, his jaw flaring up in pain. He didn’t think it was possible to get kicked from that angle.

The man pulled himself from the floor, grabbed the forgotten green sash and started cleaning himself.

He watched the man dress and stumble to the door, he turned and grinned.

“Here’s your fucking haramaki.” The green waistband landed in a messy heap.

The door was slammed as the chef made his leave.

Zoro sighed in the dark room, picking himself up to get dressed.

His clothes on, his bloodied haramaki tossed to the side to be washed later, Zoro limped out of the storage room to join his Nakama.