'Hey, mister

Don't you remember?

At that time you touched my heart so bad

Oh baby, baby, you're so stupid

You shouldn't make me bad

I think you're just afraid of me'

- Taste my Skin, Anna Tsuchiya

Pop! Cherry

Sanji's reputation as being one of the best male escorts around was well know by the student population; a truth that circulated well outside the walls of his University. All the girls knew his name, and many boys did too, though for different reasons. Sanji wasn't exactly modest about his status, and held himself with a pompous air of superiority, for Sanji was known as the Cherry Popper; a title he held with pride.

The way he figured, if a girl (or guy, though he hadn't had any male customers) were tired of his or her virgin status, he'd be glad to take it- for a fee. He based how much he charged on the customers themselves; the more attractive they were, the less he'd charge. Simple. Easy. Besides, it wasn't like sex was a big deal or anything special. It was just sex, and sex was something Sanji was good at.

Despite how Sanji advertised himself, a great majority of the girls who called were rather ashamed or embarrassed, tending to call him up for his services late at night, as if what they did was done during the evening would make it easier for them to bear.

So it should've come as no surprise to him when his cell phone decided to vibrate and ring loudly at the lovely hour of 3 in the morning; on a school night, no less.

The sleepy blonde cracked his eyes open to stare at his vibrating phone as it made its way angrily across his bedside table, begging to be answered. He sighed groggily and threw his blankets aside to sit up, rubbing his eyes briefly before he reached out and snapped open his phone.

"Hello." He answered suavely, despite being tired as fuck. It was his policy to always be ready and welcoming, so any girl who called wouldn't feel alarmed at his grouchy disposition.

No one answered on the other end, but he was sure he could hear some uneven, nervous breathing. He was quite used to this, and waited patiently for the caller to respond to his greeting. He stretched an arm backwards over his head and twisted, giving his back a satisfying crack before returning to the business call on hand.

The person on the other line sighed, and Sanji could hear them moving the phone around before breathing out a hasty "Shit."

Sanji froze, his eyes going wide as his arm fell back to his side in surprise. Was that… was that a man on the other end? Sanji's cool demeanor fell briefly as his voice cracked in his confusion.

"Hello?"

"Um…hey. Is this the, uh… the, um…" the man on the phone couldn't bring himself to call Sanji by his nickname. The blonde could feel the guy's embarrassment radiating over the phone.

"This is Sanji." He murmured, regaining his composure. He still wasn't able to comprehend a man calling him, though, and found this all very hard to comprehend. Rummaging around in his bedside table's drawer, he brought out a pack of cigarettes and his familiar lighter. "How may I service you tonight?"

"…"

Sanji chuckled as the man breathed out another couple choice curse words. He put his cigarette to his lips and lit it, inhaling deeply as he waited for the man to speak.

"I charge by the hour." He said as he crossed his legs and let the smoke trail out his mouth. Tonight could prove to be very interesting, and Sanji smiled.

"I-I…It's for my girlfriend!" The guy stuttered out, obviously very flustered. "She…she wants to go all the way, but…"

"But you dunno how." A thin smile spread its across his face. He doubted the other man had a girlfriend at all, but if this was how he wanted to go about hiring him, then Sanji would play along. "I can help you with that."

"H-how much?"

"That all depends on you." Sanji said, taking another drag from his cig. "Whattya look like?"

Sanji nearly laughed as the guy began to cough, obviously having chocked on something before he began to ramble embarrassedly in response to Sanji's inquiries.

"Ok, ok." Sanji cooed, laughing lightly around his cigarette. "I'll just find out when you get here. Need an address?"

Zoro was both nervous and highly embarrassed about what he was doing; it felt… wrong, but he was so tired of being teased about his virginity. It was nobodies business but his own about if he'd slept with someone or not, but everyone held sex in such high priority, it was impossible to escape ridicule about being a virgin at his age.

He clenched his gloved hands inside the pocket of his coat as the not so fond memories of being hassled by his Kendo teammates recited through his head. It wasn't his fault he hadn't had sex yet, at the age of 23; he just never took an interest in it. Besides, he wasn't particularly interested in women the way most men were, a fact that he had become increasingly aware of as time wore on.

Sighing as he made his way slowly up the snow-covered steps of the apartment complex the fabled Cherry Popper resided in, he couldn't help but thing that maybe he was making a mistake. The complex wasn't anything luxurious, but Zoro supposed it could always be worse. Beggars couldn't be choosers, after all. He took the slip of paper that he had scribbled Sanji's apartment number on and stared at it hesitantly. The green-haired Kendo champion scratched at the hem of his beanie as second thoughts about what he was planning to do wormed their way into his mind.

Zoro sighed once more and was on the verge of turning around and leaving when the taunting jeers of his friends echoed in his ears. He frowned. His eyes snaked back around towards Sanji's apartment, and he realized that he wanted this more than he thought he had.

With a resigned sort of half-sigh, he turned back towards the apartment and faced the door sullenly, giving it a short, hard knock.

The door went unanswered for several seconds as Zoro shifted on his feet nervously. Then, suddenly, the door was swung wide open, revealing a tall, lithe blonde resting on the doorframe, releasing a plume of white smoke from between his lips seductively. Zoro couldn't help but stare, taking in the Cherry Popper's appearance as Sanji smiled and moved aside, granting access to his dimly lit apartment.

"Roronoa Zoro, welcome."

Sanji was eyeing up his client with silent eyes as the green haired man diverted his gaze away and stepped into his apartment. The blonde swiftly closed the door behind them and Zoro appeared startled, glancing over his shoulder with an almost guilty expression as the door snapped shut. Sanji looked bemused as he smiled gently, stepping past him to lead Zoro into the main area of his apartment.

"Take off your coat." Sanji said, sizing up Zoro as he took one last puff of his cigarette before disposing of it in a nearby ashtray.

Zoro looked blank for a minute as he absorbed Sanji's demand before a light, angry blush overcame his face. He took his jacket off with many an angry muttering, tossing it onto Sanji's sofa and refusing to meet the blonde's gaze, crossing his arms in defiance. When it was gone, Zoro stood in a tight, white t-shirt, looking very much awkward and out of place.

Sanji fell back onto his cough with Zoro's coat as he began to formulate an adequate price, tapping a long, slender finger against his check as he frowned. Zoro wasn't particularly good looking, but he wasn't bad either. He had a firm chest, and his arms were nicely toned with an obvious muscular physique. He was broad shouldered, and men of his stature tended to be well endowed.

Of course, Sanji knew he was going to be the catcher and thusly had to round that into the price's equation. Coupled in with the fact that Zoro was inexperienced (a fact that would no doubt result in some un-pleasantries) caused Sanji's frown to deepen slightly.

"$100." He finally said, leaning back casually as he watched Zoro's stern face fall in surprise.

"A…A hundred?" he exclaimed as his mouth dropped open. Sanji scowled.

"If you can't afford it, I guess your girlfriend will just have to deal."

"N-no!" Zoro sighed and scratched his head. "I have enough for an hour, I guess…"

Sanji's scowl was replaced with a sly smile as Zoro confirmed he'd had enough to afford an hour's worth of fun.

"So, uh… how should we start…?" Zoro found that he could no longer look at Sanji directly as the implications of what they were going to do caressed his mind.

Sanji slid off the couch and sidled up against him, the blonde's long arms draped across the swordsman's waist, causing the man to look down at him in surprise.

"Do you know how to kiss…?" Sanji whispered, his visible blue eye becoming half-lidded in lust to help set the mood. Zoro shook his head hurriedly and the blonde grinned.

He grabbed the front of Zoro's shirt and brought the green haired man's lips crashing down to his own. He closed his eyes and gently worked his mouth against Zoro's, noting that the man's lips were rough and ridiculously chapped.

The swordsman was temporarily stunned and relatively unresponsive for a majority of the kiss as Sanji continued to work his magic on his mouth. The blonde began to nibble lightly on the taller mans lips, allowing Zoro to slowly crept into action, lacing his hand around the back of Sanji's head and tracing his fingers through the other man's hair.

Zoro felt he was just getting used to it when Sanji pulled back, looking up into his eyes with something the older man couldn't identify.

"What?" he asked defensively.

"You need to lead." Sanji said, a light smile creeping onto his lips. "Can't expect your girl to be in charge, y'know? That's usually the man's job."

"Oh! Right, right." Zoro said, watching as Sanji slinked back towards him.

"Let's try this again." Sanji said, placing Zoro's hands on his hips. "Take the initiative, big guy."

Zoro nodded as he studied Sanji's face, trying to look more sure of himself than he actually felt. Hesitantly and rather slowly, he bent down to capture Sanji's soft lips again, noting the drastic differences between the two of them. While he was gruff and buff, the man in his arms was the exact opposite, obviously the type to pamper himself mercilessly.

The green-haired man was a little clumsy compared to what Sanji was accustomed to, but he wasn't doing too badly. Zoro's lips may not have been as gentle as other's he'd kissed, but they were a welcome change to the usually glossed lips of the girls he dealt with.

Sanji licked at Zoro's lower lip, making it clear that he wanted to deepen their kiss. In response, Zoro opened his mouth and slid his tongue into Sanji's mouth, unsure of what to do now that he was actually taking some initiative, or if he was even doing it correctly. Sanji smiled and teased at Zoro's tongue with his own, trying to ease his client of the uncertainty that seemed to be washing through him. It seemed to be working, as Zoro's hands pressed Sanji closer to him and meshed their mouths together roughly as his confidence was restored. Sanji wrapped an arm around the back of Zoro's neck as the two broke away to catch their respective breaths.

"Not bad." Sanji murmured before bringing their mouths back together for a much softer kiss.

Zoro's breathing was heavy as he watched Sanji back off and light up another cigarette and casually lie back on his couch; blue eyes never leaving the other man's face. Sanji took a deep drag of his cancer stick and tossed his head back seductively, exposing his long, pale neck as he let the smoke trickle out his nose.

A strong sense of a lust and want coursed through is body; a want so strong that Zoro didn't quite know what he was doing till he'd done it. His body seemed to be moving on its own as he followed the blonde man over to the sofa, quickly moving to straddle him. He pinned the grinning man down below him as he went in for another deep kiss, trailing his large calloused hands down Sanji's sides.

Wrapping his long legs around Zoro's waist as they took up another battle inside their mouths, Sanji moaned as he felt Zoro's hands coming to rest on his well-shaped thighs and squeezing softly. The kissing stopped as Zoro broke away, staring down at the blonde to watch as Sanji broke out into another grin.

"You don't have much time." He whispered against Zoro's lips before bringing them back together for another quick, but passionate kiss.

The green haired man pulled back and gave a slight smirk. "I still have like, 40 minutes left. That's plenty of time."

A/N: So, people told me that I'd kind of smudged Zoro's personality, and looking back on this chapter, they were right. He was much too bashful, so hopefully I fixed that up.