One Piece Fan Fiction ❯ Broken, Only to Heal Again ❯ Can Dreams Come True? ( Chapter 17 )

Chapter 17

 

The village of Somerton was simple. The people there were happy and good spirited, and the buildings worn, but sturdy. Children ran in the streets playing with balls and sticks. Several tables were set up outside shops to seat older men playing games of Go and such. They had enough shops to keep everyone happy, and a few that catered to the more worldly visitors. All in all, it was a peaceful place. They had no qualms about pirates, and oddly, there were no Marines. One of the men on the docks told them all were welcome, but no one seemed to stay long. Nami questioned the length of time needed for the log pose to set; only two days. They would need to find an inn for the night. This brought about the question of sleeping arrangements.

 

“Ok. We'll put Zoro in with Teki, and Usopp and Sanji with Chopper. We'll need a room for Luffy and I, and Robin will have her own room.” Nami counted out the Beli needed for that many rooms and cringed. It was much more than she wanted, but there was no way around it. She couldn't think of a logical reason to put Sanji in with Zoro, but she was still working on it. If there was a way, she'd make it happen.

 

“Robin, my dear, I'd be happy to come keep you company in your room. It's a shame that a beautiful woman such as you should sleep alone.” Sanji slid an arm around her waist and pulled her close to his side. He did his best to use a sultry voice, but it just wasn't happening. Sanji sighed and withdrew his arm when she raised an eyebrow at his forward action. “I shall be right across the hall if you should change your mind.”

 

“For right now, why don't we just get our supplies ordered? I want to be ready the moment the log pose sets. We risk too much staying here long.” Nami handed out lists to everyone. “Sanji and Chopper, since Zoro wont be much help this time, it's up to you two to get the food. Usopp, don't get greedy, but make sure you have plenty of gunpowder. I want to be ready for this maniac if he finds us. Robin, you mentioned something about an ancient temple, right? Ok. Zoro, you can go clothes shopping for Teki. I'll just add it to your balance. Luffy and I have some things to catch up on, so we'll meet everyone back at the Inn for dinner.” Luffy had already grabbed her arm and started dragging her away before she finished.

 

They walked together, hand in hand smiling and chatting. Soon they reached a small garden with a beautiful fountain. Luffy pulled her in close and cuddled her to his chest. Nami closed her eyes and leaned into the embrace. This is what her life was missing. This is the thing she had been searching for all this time. Not wealth and fame, but safety. She felt safe in her Captain's arms.

 

“Hey look! It's a big turtle!” Luffy took off running for the slow moving creature.

 

Nami sighed. He might make her feel safe, but he was still an idiot sometimes. His childish charm was one of his best features, sadly. He could brighten anyone's day with his laughter. When Luffy was happy, his joy spread to everyone around him. How he could be so immature and yet so powerful was beyond her. Rubber arms shot out and caught her. She let out a squeak of surprise as she flew through the air and landed on top the turtle beside Luffy. He gave her a wet kiss on the nose and laughed as she disgustedly wiped it off. Other couples walking in the garden smiled and commented on how much in love they looked. The two of them spent the afternoon together, lost in their own little world, and unaware of what horrors the night would bring.

 

While Robin had her nose buried in scrolls and books, the remaining nakama were checking out the marketplace. Usopp found a gadget store that he immediately tried to buy out. Unfortunately, he didn't have near enough money, and settled for discussing his own inventions with the owner. Coincidentally, he was the brother of the man Usopp needed to talk to about gunpowder. Usopp found himself sitting at a table with the two men telling stories until almost dark. He hurriedly said his goodbyes, promising to return the next day, and ran for the Inn. If he didn't get there in time, Luffy would probably eat his share of dinner.

 

Sanji and Chopper wandered amongst the different vendors. Sanji found a few new spices he was excited to try, and a strange new fruit that was said to bring pleasant dreams when eaten before bed. This also peaked the curiosity of the ship's Doctor and two crates were ordered. The butcher's eyes almost popped out of his head at the amount of meat the Cook requested. He assured the blonde the amount could be met, but not until late the next day. Sanji bargained the price down for the delay and made arrangements for it to be delivered to the ship. He couldn't wait to tell Nami how much he had saved. She would always be an important woman in his life, no matter if she was with him or not. He and Chopper continued on with their list. A major purchase at the medicine shop pleased both the clerk and the reindeer. He hugged his new book to his chest as if the wind might try to snatch it from him. Sanji smiled and wondered if the little guy would ever grow anymore. His thoughts were halted when he noticed the sign for the pleasure house. He slowly lit a cigarette as he memorized the location for later that night.

 

Zoro and Teki stood at the edge of town looking out at the fields. They were lost again. Several times, they tried to ask for directions to the weapons shop, and every time they ended up out here. Zoro sighed. He had hoped that Teki would have gotten his directional sense from his mother, but it looked like it wasn't so. A noise to their left caught his attention. It was the distinctive chink of metal hitting metal. He heard it again and this time Teki also turned. A few steps forward and the top of a house could be seen. An almost hidden path to the left slightly inclined, then took a sharp slope down. In the valley was a small house and smithy. Both of them grinned and started down the way.

 

At the forge, an old man was working on a scythe. He nodded to them when they entered his workspace. While waiting for him to finish, Zoro began to look around at the finished items. The skill and high quality were apparent. Most of the tools were for farming or hunting, but a few swords were there as well. Zoro decided that this man would be acceptable to work on his blades.

 

“Can I help you young men?” He gave a polite bow to them but his eyes were cold and weary.

 

“Hai, I need these sharpened and the fittings checked.” Teki helped him remove the three swords from his waist and present them to the blacksmith. “We're also looking for a couple sets of bokken. Do you know where we can purchase them?”

 

The wrinkles in the weathered face relaxed slightly. He took Wado and examined her thoroughly. A low whistle was his only response. Carefully, he sat the sword aside and reached for another. The old man's treatment of his swords increased Zoro's respect for him. Teki noticed the change in his father's stance and quickly tried to mimic him. A non-committal grunt was all he received for Yubashiri's inspection. The blacksmith hesitated at touching the ill-fated third sword.

 

“I know of this one. Sandai Kitetsu, if I'm not mistaken. Why would you choose to wield something like this?” His voice was rough with age. His old knowing eyes held unmistakable anger.

 

“It chose me. We have an understanding.” Zoro's gaze was steady and unmoving. It was not the first time he had been questioned about the sword's nature, nor would it be the last.

 

They stood there staring at each other for several minutes. Finally, the old man nodded and took the final sword. He inspected it and set it aside with the others.

 

“You're pretty rough on them. Have you been trying to cut down buildings or something?” Sarcasm was thick in his crackled voice.

 

“A few.” Teki couldn't help but giggle at the horrified look the man gave Zoro. “What about the bokken? Can you help?”

 

The old man snorted and motioned them to follow. He produced several sets of practice swords for them to choose from. Two basic sets were purchased as well as a heavier set for later on. A real sword made of steel would be heavier than the wooden one, so Teki would need to have a step in between. They were instructed to come back the next morning for his swords. Their trek back to the Inn was significantly shorter than they expected. Maybe his son had better navigation skills than he first thought. Teki was worn out from all the walking so Zoro suggested they take a nap. Clothes shopping could wait. Loud pounding on the door woke them up an hour later.

 

“Shitty-swordsman.” Sanji grumbled. “Oi! Wake up! Luffy's gonna eat everything if you two don't get you asses down there now.” Sanji was almost knocked over by a small green and black blur.

 

“Gomen, Kassan.”

 

Zoro stumbled to the door still pulling his shirt back on. Sanji's face heated at the sight of the well defined abs and chest. Apparently, Zoro had taken off his bandages at some point. He laughed when the swordsman got himself tangled and couldn't pull the shirt over his head. Carefully, Sanji reached out and helped him get unstuck, doing his best to avoid the lacerations on his back. Blue eyes met black, and they stood still. Sanji's hand lingered on the hem of Zoro's shirt and rested on his hip, while Zoro's hand sat gently on top of it. They both blushed and turned away when they realized how close they were standing, yet neither moved their hands from the other. Sanji mumbled something about going down to eat, and just like that the spell was broken. Zoro blinked and watched the still blushing cook hurry down to the dining hall. His hand and side longing for the warmth that had just left.

 

Everyone's good fortune during the day made for a welcoming atmosphere that evening at dinner. Teki hung onto every word of Usopp's story while Sanji tried to impress Nami with the money he saved. Nami ignored him the best she could and listened to Robin's findings from the temple. Zoro sat back and just watched everything with a small smile. Soon his mind wandered into forbidden territory. He watched Sanji's hands as he lit another cigarette. It was surprising, but it seemed that the Cook had been doing that less the last couple days. He hoped it wouldn't stop completely. He really enjoyed watching the way his hands moved. Drawn by the motion of the cigarette, he began to study the thin lips, and curve of the jaw. He traveled the line up to the soft golden hair and bright blue eye staring right back at him, with its ridiculous eyebrow raised in question. Zoro scoffed and turned his head, willing himself not to show his embarrassment at being caught. He needed to get out of there now. The docks were calling to him.

 

“Chopper, can you watch Teki for me for a while tonight. There's something I need to do.” Zoro put emphasis on the word something.

 

“Of course. It'll be great.” The little reindeer beamed up at him and then rushed over to Teki's side. They began planning on what to do for fun.

 

Zoro stood and left the Inn. He paused to make sure no one was following and continued to the docks. Almost two hours later, he finally stumbled into the area. It didn't take long to find the group of men he was looking for. He was in luck. There just happened to be a blonde there tonight. He wasn't pale skinned, blue eyed, or even the right height, but then again, that really wasn't going to matter either. He just needed to close his eyes and imagine. That would be enough for him. After a moment of contemplation, Zoro slowly approached him. The rough looking guy gave him a once over and smiled seductively. He motioned for Zoro to follow, and the swordsman quickly fell in step.

 

They journeyed through a few alleyways before coming to an old door. The dirty blonde opened it and led Zoro to a back room with a bed. He looked down at the bandaged hands and pouted.

 

“I guess it will be up to me to do all the work tonight, wont it? That's ok, I don't mind as long as I get to play.” His voice was sickeningly sweet, very forced and obviously fake. “You can call me Bob.” Bob kneeled in front of Zoro and began to unfasten his black pants. His eyes grew large as he watched Zoro remove his shirt. Bob planned on putting on all his best moves for this godlike man. It was rare that someone so good looking would come down to the docks. It was even rarer that someone like this would let him take control. Zoro was still limp when the guy finally got his pants down. The blonde sighed. This one would take a lot of work.

 

Bob licked the tip of Zoro's lifeless cock. He let his tongue slide into the slit, hoping to get a reaction out of him. So far nothing. “If it helps, you can call me his name. I'll answer to whatever you want.”

 

“You can fucking stop that sweet-talk and get down to business. I didn't come for a conversation.” Zoro scowled down at Bob. “If I wanted to talk, I would have stayed with that pansy assed cook. Now you can either suck, or I'll find someone else who will.”

 

Bob grinned and took Zoro's entire flaccid length in his mouth. He started humming as he licked and sucked at the now growing cock. Soon the size became too great to be able to suck it all, so he grabbed the base with his hand and started working it in time with his mouth. Bob marveled at the size of him. How could anyone not want this? Who was the idiot that passed up on such a huge gift? Whoever he was, it was his loss. Bob let the engorged member slide out of his mouth slowly. He stood up and began to undress.

 

Zoro opened his eyes and tried to imagine it was his cook stripping before him. He toed off his boots and pushed his pants down to his ankles before stepping out of them. The smile on the guy was all wrong. The color of his skin, the sound of his voice, everything was wrong. Good thing he didn't have to look at him while doing this. Zoro climbed onto the bed and propped himself up on his elbows and knees.

 

Bob thought he was going to die. Not only was this guy hot, but he wanted to bottom too. He thanked whatever Gods there were that he decided to go to the docks tonight. He slid into the space between Zoro's legs and ran his cock against the tight entrance.

 

“So, how do you want it? Rough? Dry? Hard? Wet? Slow? You name it gorgeous.” The sweet voice was gone. It wasn't right by any means, but it was a vast improvement.

 

“Fucker, I have to be able to walk tonight. If you even try to do this without prepping me I'll slice you in half.” Zoro growled at him. He indeed needed this, but he'd be damned if he would do it without some kind of lube.

 

Cool slick fingers traced the outside ring of muscles, before slipping a single digit in. Zoro hissed at the intrusion before relaxing. This guy appeared to know what he was doing, but he wasn't the greatest at it. He kept missing the spot that Zoro really needed to have touched. When all three fingers were inside him, he rocked back hard. Still missing it, Zoro tried again.

 

Bob thought he was going to cum right there. When Zoro clinched and thrust back onto his fingers, he had to bite his lip to contain his lustful moan. The second time he gave into it and moaned loudly. With his free hand he quickly coated his own erection. It wasn't near as impressive as Zoro's, but he never had complaints before. Then again, he rarely got to be top. He continued to thrust into Zoro with his hand as he pumped himself. He crooked his fingers slightly and finally hit the prostate dead on.

 

“Fuck! Shit, you fucking son of a bitch!” Zoro practically screamed. He had been waiting for it for so long that it was almost more pain than pleasure. This guy really needed to learn how to top right. Another hard hit to his sweet spot had him yelling and cussing again.

 

“Shit! Fuck! Damn it!”

 

Bob withdrew his hand and lined up his well lubed cock, ready to thrust in.

 

*****TBB,OTHA******

 

Sanji watched Zoro leave with saddened eyes. Judging from the slight bulge in the green-haired man's pants, he knew where he was headed. Sanji himself had thought of going there earlier. If they both ended up at the same place, it might get awkward. Then again, if he found Zoro there, he'd have no question about his sexual preference. He could go there, fulfill his own desires and find out what was up with his nakama at the same time.

 

“Oi, I'm going for a walk. I'll be back.” Sanji bid the ladies goodnight and went to leave.

 

“Sanji-kassan, what about me?” Teki ran after the Cook.

 

“Hai, good night string-bean.” Sanji bent down to give him a hug. He received a messy kiss on his cheek in return. Sanji wiped off the traces of ice cream and kissed Teki on top of his soft green hair. “Behave for Chopper and Usopp.” He smiled down at the sill messy child and patted him on the head.

 

Sanji walked straight for the pleasure house. If he didn't do this now, he'd lose his nerve. A busty brunette winked at him when he walked in. His suit gave him a look of importance, so he was waited on quickly. Sadly, none of them had anything close to green hair. One had pink, one had a strange color of orange, and another had blue. The blue haired one, Christine, reminded him a little of Vivi, so he chose her. They walked into her room and she immediately began kissing him. Her hands were all over, helping to remove his jacket first and then working on the buttons of his shirt. He groaned into the kiss and pushed her back to the bed. He ran his fingers of his right hand thru her hair and cupped her breast with his left. He kissed his way down her neck to the edge of her negligee. Light kisses were placed on top of the silky fabric as he worked towards her nipples.

 

Christine let her small hands trace patterns on his back in a lazy fashion. She was glad this guy had showered recently. So many of her patrons were filthy and smelly. This one smelled of cigarettes and food. She arched her back when he began to suck on her breast thru the thin cloth. In an attempt to get him to go further, she wrapped her legs around him and moaned. His mouth slowly returned to her neck. She could hear faint murmurs between his kisses.

 

“Fucking Marimo… Baka-bushido… barbaric bastard… Son of a bitch…” Sanji's hands and mouth grew more aggressive with each statement. Soon he was back to her mouth, attacking with vicious lust.

 

Christine was in heaven. Most of the men that came in were either too rough or wimps. This one was the perfect blend. He paid attention to all her hot spots, and applied the exact amount of pressure needed. She whimpered in need when he let his leg slide between hers and ground his hips into her.

 

“Oh yes, that feels good.” She crooned.

 

Sanji stilled above her. Until he heard her voice, he had been picturing it as Zoro under him. It was Zoro's neck he was sucking, Zoro's legs that were entwined with his, Zoro's hip he was gripping. At the sound of a feminine voice, he panicked. He should have been thinking of her, or at the very least Vivi or even Nami. The last person that should have been in his mind during sex was a green-haired, ill-mannered, dim-witted brute. Sanji sighed and opened his eyes.

 

“So you really have the hots for him, huh?” Christine pouted. That had to be worst thing in the world for her. She could tell he was in denial, but there was no mistaking his body language, or his little vocal outbursts. Whoever had lit this guy's fire was definitely male. Such a shame. He was really cute. “Well I guess I can't help you then. Maybe you should go down to the docks. That's where the men go around here to find a partner.” She gave Sanji a dejected smile.

 

Sanji rolled over off of her. He covered his face with his hands and shuddered. If a beautiful woman like this could see right through him, had anyone else? Oh no. Teki had. He even told Zoro that Sanji loved him. He saw him touch his father. This was bad. Sanji let out a sound close to a sob. The girl moved over him and began working at his belt.

 

“At least let me relieve you. You can't walk around like this.”

 

“No! I'll be ok… Um, thanks anyway… I just need to… just lay here for a minute.” Sanji had reached down and took her wrists in his hands. His panicked look still in place, he tried to help her off of him. The thoughts of the other crew finding out his new secret had helped significantly with dampening his erection. If he kept thinking along that line he could get himself under enough control to leave. Oh no what if Zoro was here. What if he ran into him when he was leaving? He would never live that down. “Do you know if a guy came in here tonight with green hair?”

 

“Green? No, actually you're the only new customer we've had tonight. The others are regulars. Why, is he the one?” She smiled sweetly.

 

“No!” He answered a bit too quickly. “No, he's one of my crewmates. I just didn't want to run into him here. We're the only two that went out into town. I'm not sure where he went, but I figured it would be here. Stupid Marimo gets lost on our own ship. If he was headed here, he might make it by morning.” Sanji had no idea he had spoken that same nickname earlier during his aggressive attention to Christine's neck.

 

“I'll go look for you, cutie. OK?” Christine tied a dressing gown around her scantily clad body and left the room.

 

Sanji grabbed his clothing and began arranging himself. His erection was all but gone, now. With his jacket buttoned, no one would even know. He was fixing his tie in the mirror when the woman returned almost fifteen minutes later.

 

“Well, I have good news and bad,” she teased.

 

“Let's have the bad news first.” Sanji braced himself.

 

“Oh, well the bad news is that your friend isn't here.”

 

Sanji looked at her as if she had lost her mind. How could he not being here be bad? Unless he had already been here and gone. Or maybe if he heard Sanji talking, yes that would be bad.

 

“The good news is that I know where you can find him.” Christine handed him a slip of paper with an address and directions to it. “You should probably hurry. That's not the best part of town. You never know what can happen there.”

 

Sanji smiled and grabbed her up in a big hug. He kissed her sweetly before releasing her. “Thank you. Please don't tell anyone what happened here.”

 

“Are you kidding? If the girls found out that I couldn't please a stud like you, I'd be the laughing stock of the house. You make sure to keep that grin in place when you go down there so they think you had the time of your life.” She gave him a hard swat on the ass as she escorted him to the door.

 

With one last kiss to her cheek, Sanji hurried out of the room. True to his word, the grin stayed right where it was. The girls left in the lobby looked after him with envy. Christine stood at the top of the stairs with a satisfied smirk. Small bite marks could still be seen from the rough treatment of her client. No one ever knew the truth.

 

It took Sanji almost twenty minutes to get to the address on the scrap of paper. The whore was right. This wasn't the best place for him to be. Sanji began to panic. Zoro had turned in his swords to be worked on. They wouldn't be ready until tomorrow. Plus, his hands were about useless like they were. How would the moron defend himself? Sanji hurried to find the right place. He paused when he heard someone shout. Concerned for his nakama's safety, he pushed open the front door and listened.

 

“Shit! Fuck! Damn it!”

 

Sanji didn't even think as he busted down the bedroom door. All he could see was Zoro's un-bandaged torso being shoved into to the bed with his ass up in the air, his arms straight out in front of him, hands uselessly dangling off the side, and a look of pain etched into the swordsman's face. He snapped and attacked the man positioned behind what should be his. Rational thought had left him as he kicked the naked man through the wall and into the front room. He jumped through the hole and continued to pummel the man with his fists. He stopped when he felt someone drape themselves across the back of his body and pull him off the bloody mess.

 

Zoro laid there in shock for a moment trying to process the change in situation. He stood from the bed and watched as Sanji kept attacking the helpless male. The sight of the blonde trying to kill his would be bed partner was turning him on immensely. He was hard, he was ready and the Cook…was… beating his whore to death! Shit! Zoro threw himself onto Sanji's back and pulled him up against his body. Zoro waited for Sanji's breathing to calm before he spoke.

 

“You fucker! What the hell were you thinking?” Zoro tightened his hold on the cook when he tried to wiggle free. He scowled at the bloody bruised knuckles of the blonde.

 

“Me! I heard you screaming all the way out to the street. I thought you were being attacked. You idiot! What the fuck are you doing down here in a place like this. You can't even hold a fucking sword even if you had one. Which may I remind you, you don't!” Sanji struggled to get loose. He shifted his legs and felt something hard rub against his ass. His previously softened flesh began to reawaken. Zoro growled low in his chest and rocked his hips into the Cook.

 

“Ero-Cook, sometimes screaming can be good. If you had waited a few minutes longer you could have heard more.” Zoro's voice dripped with sultry venom. “Now that you've successfully knocked out my would-be partner, I get to spend the night in pain. In case you haven't noticed, I'm hard and ready. Oh, and I can't even take care of myself because of these fucking hands!” His voice echoed in the small house as he berated the cook. He ground his hips into Sanji's ass again as he spoke, just for emphasis.

 

Sanji fought to suppress the needy moan rising in his throat. The feeling of Zoro's hard cock against him caused all kinds of images to come to mind. He unconsciously rocked his hips to meet the next thrust. His head rolled back to lay on the broad shoulder behind him. He tilted his head to the side when Zoro started to nuzzle his neck, giving him more room to explore. A wet tongue licked the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his spine. The moan he had been holding onto escaped in a long low rumble. Zoro nipped at his ear as he spoke.

 

“You have one minute to get out of here before I am not responsible for my actions. It's been way too long and you've taken out my only means of release. Unless you wish to fill his place, I suggest you run. Fast.” Zoro gave Sanji a shove forward and turned before the Cook could get a glimpse of his raging arousal. He walked back to the bedroom and knelt down in the center of the bed. He waited to hear any signs of Sanji leaving. Nothing. Just silence. He had about given up. The thought of removing his bandages and doing this himself was looking better and better. To hell with the fact that he would probably rip out more stitches and get it infected. He was in pain. Besides, this was the stupid Love-Cook he was talking about here. He would never stoop to that level and help him out. Zoro picked up his head and started to look around for a knife when heard the distinctive clunk of shoes being removed. He felt the blonde walk up behind him and stop. His control began to waver until he felt a shaky hand on his shoulder.

 

“I've never done this with a guy before. But since this is pretty much my fucking fault, I should take responsibility and fix it. I swear if you tell a single soul, I'll filet your ass and serve it to Luffy for dinner. …So tell me what to do.” Sanji's voice was barely above a whisper. He was ashamed for his lack of confidence. He knew under normal circumstances, Zoro would be beating the shit out of him. What was happening right now was illicit. He would be lucky to ever have an opportunity like this again. If only for this night, he wanted to know this other side of his swordsman. If he had to lie to both of them to get it, he would. Sanji had fallen, and hard.

 

Zoro swallowed hard and leaned forward a little, letting Sanji's hand slide from his shoulder down his back. He hissed as the calloused fingers ran over the scabbed wounds. “It would go a lot easier if you took off you damn pants.” Zoro bit his lip to keep himself from cuming at the thought of a naked and willing Cook in his reach. His flesh felt as if it was still burning where Sanji's hand had slid down. He shivered at the loss of heat from his back when the blonde removed it to undress. Every sound seemed to be amplified. The sound of the water being poured into the basin on the table reminded him of a waterfall crashing down. The splashes echoed as the cook washed the blood from his hands. He swore that he could hear every button pop from its hole as Sanji took off his jacket and shirt. He could hear every piece of fabric hit the floor. The zipper being pulled down threatened to deafen him. Sweat had formed on his brow and began to run down his face. This was a test in patience of the ultimate level. He had been concentrating so hard on staying still that he almost jumped when he felt the Cook's weight on the bed behind him.

 

Sanji eased himself to sit on the bed with the still figure of his nakama. He felt a sharp pain of rejection when Zoro turned his injured back to him. Then Zoro leaned forward, propped himself up on his elbows and knees, and spread his legs apart. Sanji pinched his nose to stop the nose bleed he felt would come.

 

“All you have to do is coat yourself with the oil and Fuck. Me Hard.” Zoro nodded to the small bottle on the bed. He watched from the corner of his eyes as Sanji reached out for it. “Hurry up Ero-Cook. I can't wait much longer.”

 

The urgency in Zoro's voice prompted him into action. He poured the oil into his palm and let it warm for a moment before applying it to his own heated flesh. Sanji almost cried out with pleasure at the contact. He gave his cock a few strokes before scooting between Zoro's spread thighs. A little unsure he brushed the tip against Zoro's tight entrance. Zoro rocked back into it and moaned. With more confidence, Sanji began to push in.

 

“Fuck, you're tight. Mmmm.” Sanji kept his movements slow and controlled, despite his overwhelming need to just slam in. Apparently Zoro had other ideas and thrust himself back, impaling Sanji deep within him.

 

“Aahhhh! Shit you're huge. Where the fuck do you hide it in those tight pants?”

 

Sanji beamed at the indirect compliment. He bent down and whispered into Zoro's left ear. “Does this mean you've been checking me out, Marimo?” Sanji took the dangling earrings into his mouth and tugged. Zoro squirmed beneath him and tightened his muscles. Sanji dug his fingers into Zoro's hip at the sudden pressure around his cock.

 

“Move, fucker.”

 

“As you wish, dear,” Sanji whispered against his pulse.

 

Before Zoro could respond, Sanji pulled out and slammed back in. He hit Zoro's prostate on the first thrust. The blonde's eyes rolled back as he marveled in the feeling of this powerful man at his mercy. He took a firm hold of tanned hips and set a slow pace. Sanji sat up and leaned back slightly. The new angle allowed him to hit that sweet spot on each pass, causing the swordsman to tremble in pleasure. He knew this was going to be short lived and did his best to hold out. He had to make sure that Zoro didn't know his true reasons for satisfying him. The swordsman's shouts of enthusiasm were driving the cook wild. The long slow determined strokes turned fast and hard. Soon Zoro was rocking back on each thrust, shouting various curses and names at the blonde. Sanji wasn't much better. He was not a virgin by any means, but this had to be the tightest piece of ass he had ever been in, and he loved it. He could feel the man beneath him tensing up. Disappointed that it was going to end so quickly, Sanji leaned back down and began biting and sucking at the back of Zoro's shoulder's just above the angry whip marks. Assuming he was close, Sanji reached around and grabbed Zoro's weeping member with his still oil slick hand. Zoro lifted up off the bed and stood on his knees, taking Sanji with him. He reached behind him and tried his best to find purchase in the Cook's ass. Sanji pulled him against his chest with his free arm. His fingers brushed across Zoro's hard nipples. Curious, Sanji began to rub the small nub between his fingers, then switching to play with its mate. He vigorously kissed and sucked at the tanned neck while keeping his hand in time with his hips. He was able to leave one good size mark before Zoro came, almost screaming in ecstasy. The feeling of Zoro exploding beneath his fingers, combined with the tightening around his member and the unusual cry, caused him to reach his peak as well. He came hard calling out Zoro's name.

 

They fell to the bed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, Sanji still buried within the sated swordsman. When his breathing evened, Sanji pulled out and rolled to the side. He lay there taking in the sight of the naked man for several minutes. He thought back to all the women he had slept with. Yes, he did love women. They were soft, petite and sweet smelling. He couldn't deny that he loved looking at and playing with their breasts. The full pouty lips and melodious voices could quickly turn his mind to mush. He knew all this and accepted it willingly. But there was something raw about what he had just done. Something feral and primitive and he wanted it again.

 

He watched as Zoro sat up, back still presented to him. The swordsman cleaned himself off with a discarded piece of the other blonde's clothing before standing. No words were said. The only sound was the rustle of material as Zoro dressed. Stiff movements were the only evidence to his discomfort. In complete silence he left the room. Heartbroken, Sanji cleaned himself off with the bed sheet and donned his suit for the third time that day. He could see Zoro through the hole in the wall checking on the still unmoving bloody man.

 

“He'll live. The bleeding stopped and his breathing is even.” Zoro spoke in a bored tone. “We should head back. The others will be wondering where we are.”

 

“Yah.” Sanji followed him out the door.

 

They walked back to the Inn side by side, Sanji leading the way. Neither knew what to say to the other. Zoro accompanied Sanji to his room so he could pick up Teki from Chopper. Both men smiled at the sight of the three nakama sprawled over each other. The two beds in the room had been pushed together to make a larger one. Usopp lay on his back snoring loudly with a drooling boy draped across his stomach. Chopper had his little legs propped up on Usopp's arm and his head on Teki's legs. There was no way to move any of them without waking up everyone. Sanji shook his head and grabbed a blanket to put over them. It took a bit of adjusting, but he was able leave each head uncovered. He looked over at Zoro still standing in the doorway.

 

“Don't worry. He can stay in here with us tonight. I'd hate to wake him up.” Sanji whispered so as to not disturb the sleepers.

 

“Where will you sleep?”

 

“Huh?” Sanji turned and looked at the situation for the first time. He had been so enamored with the cuteness of everything that he forgot he was suppose to be in one of the beds. The way everyone had laid, there was no room left for him. “Oh… well… Looks like it'll be the floor. Unless I can persuade Robin-chan to let me sleep with her.” He attempted a laugh but it fell miserably short. Sanji felt extremely awkward. Normally, it would be nothing to ask to share the room with Zoro. They had shared rooms several times in the past. But after what had happened, nothing would ever be normal again between them.

 

“Che. Come on, Shitty-Cook.” Zoro scoffed and turned down the hall.

 

Sanji stood there a moment with his mouth hanging open before the order sunk in. He shut the door as quietly as he could and locked it. Zoro was just stepping into a room further down the hall. Sanji caught up to him and entered the room as well. He jumped when he heard the door shut and the lock turn. There was only one bed in this room. This would mean he would have to sleep all night next to the man he had just had sex with. Sanji raised his curled eyebrow in question.

 

“Oi, there's only one bed in here.”

 

“You're a bright one.” Zoro was irritated. He scowled as he walked into the adjoining washroom. He had never felt as complete as he did with Sanji inside him. He had spent the entire walk back trying to figure out a way to get the blonde back into his bed. Sanji's bed being taken over by the others was almost a sign. He knew there was only one bed in his room. He and Teki had taken a nap there earlier. So he took advantage of it and invited the Cook to join him. Now, if fate would allow it, he would be sleeping with someone else who was important to him. He dared to hope that Teki's statement about the Cook loving him was true. He just needed to hear it from the man himself.

 

Sanji walked around the room skeptically. He wanted to believe that this was really happening, but he feared that he was reading too much into it. Dreams like this didn't come true for him. He would be lucky if any of his dreams ever came near completion. All Blue… That was his dream, but so far there wasn't anything to prove it existed. Still, he was more likely to be able to achieve that than get this boorish ruffian to return his feelings. Zoro came out of the small washroom and began to undress. Sanji noted how tired the man looked. He took his turn relieving himself.

 

The lights were out in the main room when he opened the door. He could make out Zoro's form under the blanket on one side of the bed. Sanji removed his clothing, except for his boxers, and crawled into the available space. Heat radiated off Zoro and called to him. Maybe it was the stress of the last few days; maybe it was post coital exhaustion; maybe it was even subconscious thinking. Sanji had no idea what possessed him to do this, but he would blame it on insanity in the morning. He rolled to his side and slid his arm around Zoro's waist. He buried his nose in the soft green hair and let out a contented sigh. Within seconds he was asleep.

 

Zoro lay there awake for a few minutes. He figured that he would have to wait for the Cook to go to sleep before he could touch him again. Now, here the blonde was already cuddling. Zoro fought to stay awake. He wanted so much to cherish this feeling for as long as he could. Things would be different in the light of day. Tomorrow they would be expected to return to normal. Zoro wished for once, that tomorrow would never come. He laced his fingers with the long pale ones of the cook, mindful of the bruised knuckles. He brought the abused hand to his lips and kissed it softly. You couldn't be held accountable for what you did in your sleep, right? As his eyes closed, a shadow passed in the light under his door.