So gus, this story had been with me for a while, popping up in my head again and again, so I decided to wirte it down. This is the very first very raw version, I'm probably not going to change it, but it's just for you to know, if you find any mistakes, you may keep them and try t sell them. :D No, you can tell me, I'm grateful for review, critic, everything. Enjoy!


Prolog

There was a quiet, faint knock on the door. Somebody else wouldn't have heard it, but he did. Anyways he ignored it. The person in front of the door didn't knock again, yet he had not left, and he wouldn't. Zoro was sure about that. The blond outside never left. Not when he was coming here, to that time, with that knocking.

If he would bring him food or call him for dinner, he usually just banged the door to his training room open, but not in this situation. Sanji wanted something and Zoro would give it to him. Eventually. The cook would have to wait a little longer, be patient.

A rather mean smirk appeared on the swordmans lips; he thought of what he could do to Sanji tonight. He had a plan in mind, finally, and after a couple of minutes he stood up, walked other to the door and opened it. The cook was standing there, head down, eyes focused on his bare feet, blond strands hanging in his face.

"Oi. Come in."

He noticed the erection, that showed under Sanji's thight pants.

"'Ts been a while, he?"

Zoro loved to tease him. He saw the shudder running down Sanjis spine, which came back again as Zoro placed his hand on the other man's shoulders, slipping the jacket off, letting it fall to the ground.

"Get undressed.", he sneered, licking his upper lip, watching Sanji obey.

He couldn't remember, when it had started, or how excactly it happened, but it did, and that was all that mattered to him now. He sat a few meters away from the blond, who was lying panting on the floor. His elbows were tied together, behind his back, he never tied his hand directly, his feet slightly apart, tied to one of Zoro's huge weights. The blond hair fell into his sweaty, blushed face, his eye half open, not focused, but starring on some spot on the ground, but not seeing it.

Zoro's grin grew wider. Sanji was dangling at the edge for a while now. He stood up again, walked over to Sanji, kneeling down beside his body, turning him slightly, so he would lie on his side, then he began to stroke his erection again.

As soon as he touched it, the blond man moaned loudly, closing his eyes, thrusting forward.

"You're very needy today. Sooo, so horny. Should I fuck you now..?"

He whispered these words into the cooks ear, making him moan again.

That was hat he would to, if the other came to him like that. Tie him up, humiliate him, leave him close to the edge, for hours if he had to, until Sanji was begging him to fuck him. Sometimes it took 15 minutes, sometimes two hours, but today it was over soon.

"Please!!" Sanji's voice was strained, hoarse, his eye still closed shut tightly.

"Please..?""Please! Fuck me, use me to come, let me come, please I'll do as you please, but please fuck me!!"

He chuckled, today it was really easy. Often the cook would start to struggle against the ties, fighting, shouting insults at him, but today he needed to be dominated, needed to feel it.

The feeling that made him come back again and again. Security, that someone was there. Because, no matter what Zoro did to him, no matter how humiliating it was, how miserable he felt while being tied up, helplessly, begging the other to fuck him. Zoro would always pick him up again.

Hold him, gently caress his skin and would tell him. He was enough, he was not a failure, he was accepted and loved.

Cries of pleasure filled the locked room, as Zoro fulfilled his promise to Sanji. Not for the last time.