AN: So I've had really bad writer's block on Return. Not because I don't know where the story is going, or because I'm not sure how to write it. My father passed away and I simply didn't feel like writing. Sorry for that to anyone followimg Return. This fic is based on a song called Gay Pirates by Cosmo Jarvis. When I saw/heard this video the first time, this story started writing itself in my head. I didn't write it because I wanted to do Return first. I just re-watched/listened to this today and the whole story kinda mapped itself out. I felt so inspired to write that I decided I would try to do two multi-chapter stories at once! I'm working on another chapter of Return as soon as I post this chapter.

This is an AU. Zoro and Sanji join the crew after everyone else (pre Frankie. I don't write him or Brook yet.). They are also very OOC. Sorry, but not really. For this story to work they kinda have to be. I stay as close as possible though. They both still have the same dreams, and basic back story.

Warnings: Physical violence and rape towards homosexuals. Seriously. Listen to the song if your not sure. These things will be happening in this story! I will have a happy ending on this one though. Starting with a short chapter to get me going.

For You

Zoro was sitting at the docks, out of sight, in the shadow of a warehouse, when the pirate ship came in. He didn't recognize the Jolly Roger, but decided it may be worth his while to still check out who was on board. You never know when or where you might find someone with a bounty on their head. A decent sized one could be found even among a no-name pirate crew.

He moved in closer so he could see who disembarked and determine if he might be able to sneak on for a closer look at who was left.

No one was catching his attention as a possible bounty though. They all looked the same. Big, burly, dirty and butt ugly. Just as he was about to give the job up as pointless someone caught his eye. He was definitely not big, burly, dirty or butt ugly.

Zoro always knew he was gay. There had been guy's he had been attracted to in the past. Ones he had slept with once or twice before moving on to find the next fighter to test his skill against, chasing his dream. None had ever caught attention like this pirate had. The bounty hunter knew immediately that sleeping with this man once or twice wasn't going to be enough.

He was tall, slender (nearly scrawny), clean looking, and he wore a suit. Not a cheep job either. Which was saying something if Zoro could tell it wasn't cheep. It fit him perfect and had clean crisp lines. His blond hair shone in the bright afternoon Sun. He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and carried himself with a relaxed confidence that spoke of a capable fighter. Either that or someone strong had his back. That thought caused jealousy to shoot through the sword fighter, as unlikely as it was.

Male pirates "being" with other male pirates was a good way to take a walk off the plank at the end of a sword. If you didn't wake up run through or shot. Life on land was a bit more forgiving. As long as you hid it, no one looked twice at you. The green haired man figured the difference was because things were harder to hide on a boat. With such close quarters, it was hard to keep people out of your business. This meant, though, that the odds blonde had a powerful buddy watching his back was as close to nil as possible.

Now to determine if he would be interested in some quality time with a certain green haired swordsman.

He started following the suited man through the crowd. After watching him stop at several booths selling food, and apparently haggling with the owners of said booths, Zoro determined he must be the ships cook. He also decided that while the cook looked tall next to his fellow pirates, he was about the same height as himself. Maybe even a little shorter. He also didn't look as scrawny as he initially thought either. He didn't have the same muscles the swordsman himself had, but he filled his suit out nicely. He couldn't wait to get that suit off and feast on that body.

He caught sight of the blonds face. His. Eyebrows. Were curled.

Once he was over the shock, he decided he had to get the blond in to bed with him. Had to touch those eyebrows. There was no other choice now.

He walked up to the man while he was looking some produce over. He stood next to him for a few moments and when the other man looked his way he feigned surprise, then let a grin spread across his face.

"What the fuck is wrong with your eyebrows, Curly Brow?"

He only grinned wider when the most perfect response spoken in a deep voice only slightly higher then his caused a shiver to run down his spine.

"What the fuck did you call me Marimo?"

Zoro loved them feisty!