A/N: Some yaoi smut with a bit of a plot. I checked out the fics on here with Sanji that are yaoi but most are with Zoro, which I adore and ship but I think Mihawk is hot for an older character. So I looked for a Mihawk/Sanji pairing but couldn't find one. Maybe there is one that isn't M rated but that isn't what I want. I want some boyxboy loving between the two. That said, I decided to write a fic between the two. It probably won't be that long and be mostly smut because I don't see Mihawk as being overly romantic. Possessive and demanding, yes but that makes it that much better for some fireworks.

Also, I've seen up to episode 707 I believe, I am missing a few though. But I believe that the only time Sanji has seen Mihawk in person was right before he joined Luffy, when he fought Zoro. I don' t think they have came in contact with each other since that point. Even then, they didn't speak or interact in any way. I might be mistaken, dunno but don't think so. Either way, that is what I went with at the start of this fic. Also I know I won't get as many readers because this isn't that popular a couple so if you do read, please review. Thx!

Disclaimer: Don't own it.

Warnings: Language and yaoi smut. Sexual scenes at some point of course.

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Chapter One

How much longer? How many more days were they going to remain on this stupid island? Sanji didn't dare move from his spot against the splintered wood. To any passing observer, he probably appeared to be someone relaxing after leaving the fancy and rambunctious business across the street. There wasn't much else on this street, nothing but pleasure houses. Nami had informed the crew that even though it would take their log pose two weeks to reset, there was plenty for them to do while here. The island was unbiased when it came to marine or pirates, anyone was welcomed as long as they had what it took to play. A known pirate like Luffy could stroll down the street and no one batted an eye or ran to call the marines. Turning on the customers was bad for business and anyone knew that was how this place turned such a huge profit. Ships filled with mostly men on the sea at all times, it was no surprise that there was a total of seven whore houses in this district. It wasn't his own entertainment that had brought him to this place.

He had lied after leaving the Inn this morning, claiming to want to check out the local market. Instead, he had wanted to know what was up with the shitty marimo. Something was definitely going on with the swordsman. Nothing had changed between them, except their fights had grown colder and less playful. Sanji was sure that it was his fault. Several times in the last three months his moody nakama had managed to catch him staring. Sanji couldn't exactly explain why he was doing it. He knew that as far as his feelings went, there were no romantic notions towards the shitty swordsman. It was something different, a change inside himself. All because one day he had to take note that he found the thick, sweaty chest to be somewhat stimulating. It had taken gawking the second time to realize that he was totally checking out another man. The appreciation wasn't the same as when he looked at a beautiful woman. The damn difference was noted right in his groin. Instead of blood rushing to his nose, it all went south. Zoro was one fine piece of man flesh.

Okay, so maybe he did have some romantic notions towards his nakama. It was hard as hell not to when the other man was nothing but a walking billboard for sex. That damn long scar, the chiseled torso, the thick thighs, and dare he admit having seen it but the man's equipment. Sanji had never been shamed of his average seven inches because it was decent enough. After accidently walking in on the marimo coming out of the bath, had left him stumped. Centered in that grassy groin had been a very plump and dangling cock. Due to unwanted respect and adoration for his nakama, Sanji was at a loss as to what to do. Flirting with the two beautiful women on the ship no longer brought him any happiness. Maybe a bit of pleasure from being able to assist two friends but that was all. All because of some asshole, his sexuality was becoming unrecognizable.

That was the reason he had followed his nakama to this place. Zoro had left the Inn not long after he had departed, walking right to this place. They called him the pervert? Or had the swordsman been able to smell the pussy? No looking around, no acting loss, Zoro had walked right to the place. Without hesitating, the other man had went inside the establishment. No one stayed this long unless they were paying for something. What did he care? They all had their allowance and if this was the way the stupid bastard wanted to spend his, then Sanji wasn't going to tell him otherwise.

Getting aggravated because he did care, Sanji finally moved away from his spot. What he needed to do was go for a walk. Eleven more days in the place, he had to do something constructive with his time. Maybe find his own source of release. Robin was most likely trying to convince the resident cyborg to spend some time alone. Nami was most likely chasing after their captain and using the excuse she was keeping him out of trouble. There was nothing wrong with him finding something to do with his time.

The walk did lead him away from the crowded town and into the huge forest. Some peace and quiet was what he needed right now. There was bound to be a spot he could take care of himself. Sharing a room with Usopp was annoying as hell. The only place he could hope to rub one off was in the bath.

The perfect spot was found to enjoy time alone. For the life of him, he had no idea why he hadn't simply walked into one of the establishments and sought out company. There was surely several males inside that would be acceptable to his business. Sanji took a seat on the fallen tree trunk and ran a hand through his hair. The problem was he didn't want a quick fuck from someone. A complicated relationship wasn't possible but he didn't want to cheapen himself by fucking a complete stranger. It was probably him getting old and that was the reason the idea of a fling didn't sit well with him. He wanted something but wasn't sure what.

"They didn't have anything to your tastes?"

The male voice was deep and sensual, with a tinge of arrogance. Sanji had no idea who had followed him. If they were inquiring about him not finding something he wanted, it meant they had watched him stand outside that place before walking away. Trying not to show any apprehension, he turned his head to confront whomever had found the need to trail him. It wasn't what he'd been expecting, or what kind of person he figured would follow. The only reason for someone to do so would be to attack or rob him. This man had no reason to do either, that he was sure of. It had been years since he'd seen the man and that had been just the one time. Then it hadn't been this close up but from a distance as he fought against the marimo. There was no mistaking the imposing figure or the huge weapon strapped to his back. The hat was blocking most of the face with a shadow but Sanji knew exactly who was standing before him. "I didn't really bother to check. What about yourself?"

Had he just really asked the man if the place had any prostitutes to his liking? Sanji cringed inwardly at the probing question. The more important thing would be to find out why the warlord had followed him. He knew for a fact that he wasn't someone the tall man would be interested in fighting. Unless he had an order from the Government to track down and slay their crew. That was always a possibility and if that was the case, he was screwed. There was no way he'd be able to defeat Mihawk.

"Didn't check," Mihawk almost inhaled deeper as the scent of peaches and something manly tickled his nostrils. The same scent that he'd caught while silently trailing behind the Strawhat member. In truth, he had stopped by the place on his way back to his room. Before returning to months of solitude, he had wanted to find someone to ease his lusts on. The house of pleasure the blonde had been standing in front of knew him well. It was the one he always visited because their male selection was more to his liking. "Something else caught my attention."

"Heh," Sanji could only imagine what it could have been but somehow knew it was him. Not in the sexual way but in the way that he might find himself running for his life. Just because this man had been bored enough to help train one of their crew for two years didn't change the fact that he was a warlord. Everyone knew how the marines were trying to come down harder on any pirates with more than a hundred-million bounty. His wasn't at that point yet but that didn't mean he was safe from being handed over because he was known to be with Luffy. If Mihawk decided to knock him out or lop off his head, there would be nothing to stop him. Lately it was hard to keep up with the shitty swordsman's attacks, so there was no way he could hold out against a man even Zoro was still confident he couldn't defeat. "What would that be?"

"A blonde," one that had lean, almost delicate fingers. Mihawk watched the fingers lift the offending cigarette upwards towards the small, thin lips. He normally liked thicker lips on others but this one made up for it in the back. For someone so slender, the cook had a nice ass. Spotting the other man smoking against the building hadn't been too shocking. He had noticed the Strawhat ship in the docks. Not under any order to actively pursue the group personally, he didn't care either way. Realizing who it had to be, he had taken a few moments to really look at one of his former pupil's nakama. It was no wonder the younger swordsman seemed overly fond of this one. The blonde was exceptionally easy on the eye and had an ass that would make most women jealous. He'd always been partial to blondes since he'd realized his tastes leaned towards the same sex.

Dammit, Sanji almost bolted at the announcement. For all he knew, the former pirate had orders to take any known pirates in. Dead or alive, he had a feeling this one would prefer a corpse over a prisoner. Would the man attack him knowing that he was part of Zoro's crew? Did the former sensei have that much of an attachment to his pupil? Somehow Sanji didn't see this Mihawk as the type to have difficulty separating his job from his personal life. The fucker would probably take his own mother into custody if he was given a direct order.

The cigarette dangled between his lips as Sanji took a moment to inspect the other man. No doubt, Mihawk was one huge bastard. Before he hadn't been able to tell just how tall the other man was. Had to be at least six-six and every ounce of that body had to be muscle. Sanji had never felt small before but compared to this man, he was a little boy. All that could be seen were the big hands that were resting leisurely at Mihawk's sides. That brought his attention to the face that was lifted for him to see the sharp features. Figures, the man was still very handsome and didn't have a single wrinkle or flaw on the face. What had the heat pooling to his groin and the anticipation swirling in his gut were the eyes. Such piercing orbs, it made him feel like he was about to be hunted. Him being the small mouse and this would be the hawk to snatch him up in deadly talons.

"I got a room at the Amarant, the top floor is mine. I'll leave the door unlocked if you decide you desire company this evening." Mihawk almost smirked seeing the smoking stick fall from the parted lips to hit the soggy ground. What had the blonde been expecting him to say? He wasn't a man to waste words, his invitation was clear. He could see himself spending a few days enjoying the younger male. Obviously if the Strawhat wanted a busty woman, he wouldn't have walked away without going inside. If it wasn't male company the cook sought, no harm done. "Make sure none of your nakama decide to follow, I dislike interruptions."

What. The. Hell? Sanji couldn't bring himself to retrieve his fallen smoke as he watched the other man walk away and back towards the town. That hadn't been what he figured would happen. Maybe a threat at the least, himself dying at the most. The invitation rang in his mind, rolling the words over and over. There was only one reason to be told where the room was. There was no way in hell Mihawk had invited him over for tea. In a room with the warlord, with no one interrupting, there was only one conclusion to draw from that message.

The infamous warlord had just invited him to spend an evening together fucking. Himself, a known Strawhat and nakama to Zoro. Sanji wasn't sure if he should be flattered or completely creeped out by the invite. Flattered surely because the man was fucking hot but it was creepy to think that he could get away with bedding someone that was clearly in league with the World Government. It was perfectly fine with one of their nakama to be trained by the man but this was entirely different. He would be allowing the man to stick his cock in him. Sanji wasn't sure if he would be able to enjoy it because he had always found himself to be the one to top, any of his lovers. However, someone like Mihawk would not be the type to bottom. The man was all about control. Every pore oozed dominance and lethal purpose, he'd have to be insane to allow someone like that to top him.

Then why did the idea have his cock straining in his pants? If he ever got the chance to convince his marimo to give in to him, Sanji knew he'd want to be on the bottom with Zoro. Something about the brash idiot made Sanji want to get on his stomach and beg to be taken. Just like now, his groin was tightening with the thought of having the older swordsman being on him. Dammit, if there was ever a time he'd allow another man to top him, it would be with those two. The entire dangerous persona did something for him. Whatever it was would surely get him in trouble so it was best just to leave it alone.

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Leaving it alone was slowly becoming an unavailable option the longer dinner drug out. Sanji tried not to fidget at the table being surrounded by his nakama. Nami had announced that she wouldn't be paying for another night at the Inn in town so they would have to return to the ship to sleep for the remainder of their time on the island. Unless they wished to use their own personal allowances to get themselves a room. The idea had a lot of merit as he watched Usopp tear into the bean bread some idiot had bought from the local shops. He had made more than enough for everyone but the two jerks were shoving it into their faces. There was no way he was sleeping in a room with Luffy or Usopp tonight.

The clouds were gathering outside indicating rain was coming. That would make sleeping on the deck impossible and there was no way he was going to shack up with the stupid fucker that was glaring at him. What the hell was the swordsman's problem? Sanji tried to focus on finishing his own food. "As soon as I'm done in the kitchen, I'll be heading back into town."

"Why?" Nami halted the fork, finding it odd that Sanji would want to leave the ship without anyone. She couldn't stop him but she was curious as to what his plans were. Now if only she could get Usopp out of the room, then she could sneak in. She wasn't confident enough to ask the captain to come to her room.

"So I can get some sleep. I'll pay for it and I've already gotten the supplies we need." Sanji didn't want her to think that he would dip into the allowance for their food supplies. He'd bought more than enough to last until the next island. As long as he kept it locked to keep a bottomless pit out of the food.

"Why don't we make it a sleep over?" Usopp suggested around a mouthful of food. The self-invite had Chopper's attention, both going wide eye at the possibility of spending another night in a better bed.

"If you want a room pay for your own." Sanji didn't mean to snap but dammit, he didn't try to intrude on their time. Chopper he could understand not understanding why he was irritable. Months out to sea, he wanted time alone to do his own thing.

"I think the cook just wants some time alone tonight, we shouldn't intrude." Robin patted the sulking reindeer before he started shedding tears over being denied. Not all of them had spent their day indulging in some cheap smelling whore. What she couldn't tell was whether or not said whore had been male or female. From the musky scent clinging to the swordsman, her guess was that it had been male. She would be the last one to judge one of their nakama and they were all human with needs. The cook flirted at times but he too would want someone to be with on occasion. "I got some left, why don't I lend it to you and Usopp, you two can get a room together."

Sanji sighed in relief when there was no more talk about joining him for the night. The rest of the meal was eaten with talk about the next island they would be heading to. Nami silently helped him with the dishes and getting the kitchen cleaned up for the night. He assumed it was so he could make it back to town before the sky opened.

And before he knew it, he was finished for the evening. Night had already fallen outside and there was nothing keeping him from walking back. He stepped out into the crisp air of night and let his feet take him away from the ship. Chopper and Usopp were probably already at some Inn, enjoying the accomodations.

A few moments later he found himself wandering the streets in search of the Inn. No matter what he told himself, his eyes were seeking out the Amarant. His eyes bugged finally spotting it away from the many other establishments that were competing for guests. The building was an upgrade from the usual Inns and there was no way in hell he would be able to afford a single night in the place. The fucking steps were made from marble and there was a bellhop at the freaking door, inspecting those that would try to enter the place. How the fuck was he going to get inside there? He would stand out like a sore thumb if he were to try to step inside. Still, it was either try to get inside or spend the night in a rundown room alone.

An elderly couple were leaving through the double doors wearing expensive clothing and if their noses were any higher, they would be drowning at the first signs of rain. Snobs, he knew the type. Getting a bit nervous, he walked up the steps, hoping he wouldn't be bothered on the way up.

"Wait, you there!" The stupid bellhop turned at the sight of him, taking in his presence. A few seconds went by before he bowed. "I am to have you shown to the master's floor. The others are busy so if you would, please follow me."

"Right," Sanji trailed behind the suited man, feeling out of place immediately. The other employees bowed and greeted his escort. A young girl with blonde hair rushed over and quickly inquired about changing a guest's room because the man wasn't satisfied with their bed. An order was snapped sending the employee scampering off. Which meant this frosty male was the damn manager of the place, so why had he been waiting outside? Sanji expected to take the main elevator but he was taken to one off to the side.

It didn't take long for it to reach the top floor and open. The manager cleared his throat as the doors opened, "The master is waiting in his room. Would you care for anything, Sir?"

"Uh no, I'm good." Sanji stepped out of the elevator into a small hallway. There was only one door ten feet away from his current position. The click let him know that he was left alone in the hallway. Mihawk had said that the door would be unlocked and he was expected. Did that mean the top guest had informed the staff to allow him inside without any complications? Somewhat sweet if a bit annoying.

Having come this far, Sanji walked to the door. He wasn't sure how far he'd be willing to go with the former pirate but what could it hurt to check it out? He could always jump out of the window if he wanted to run for it. Gathering up his courage, he put a hand on the knob. It turned without any issues and the door opened for him. Not like a warlord had to worry about being attacked in the middle of the night.

"Come inside and close the door behind you," Mihawk spoke loud enough to be heard from his spot at the table. The bottle of wine made a clinking sound as it was put back into the bucket of ice. He'd heard the elevator arrive minutes ago so the blonde was taking his time in proceeding into the room. Genuine shock registered seeing that it was indeed the cook. He'd given the order to his staff on the slim chance that his invitation would be accepted. As the night drug along, he assumed that he'd wasted his time.

"Nice," and he wasn't talking about the room. Sanji was sure Nami would have gotten wet seeing the expensive furniture. The room took up the entire floor of the building and had everything someone could want. A fireplace, a bear skinned rug, a huge bed and even a kitchen. The part of him that loved to make fine cuisine was silenced seeing the beautiful piece of meat leisurely relaxing in the cushioned chair near the fireplace. Nothing but a puny, white, cotton towel was draped around the man's waist. Someone hadn't long taken a shower or had bothered to get dressed.

Sanji felt his mouth watering as he took it all in. The broad shoulders, the chiseled chest, the lean stomach that had a pack, and all the way to the dark speckled hair lining the long legs. His eyes immediately swung back up to where the towel was being held together with a simple knot. Dammit, the man had a happy trail. Thin, coarse hair was leading the way beneath the cotton, to the warlord's hidden treasure.

A smile pulled at Mihawk's mouth noticing the inspection. He hadn't been incorrect in deducing that the blonde's tastes ran along the rougher side of sexuality. His body was being ogled like a divine meal before a starving man. The glass was brought to his lips, allowing a swallow to coat his tongue. "Seeing as you made the trip, I assume you came to a decision."

"Kind of," Sanji decided on the fact that he found the man to be extremely fuckable. With bravado that he didn't quite feel, he walked towards the lounging warlord. There were a few things to discuss before any clothing was removed. "Before I get undressed, I want to know the reason you invited me. Also, what should I expect if I do stay?"

"I would think that my purpose for asking you here was more than obvious. I'm going to fuck you," the glass was set onto the table. Mihawk stood, aiming to answer in order to get to the part where he was removing the offending jacket and jeans. "What you can expect is having trouble walking in the morning."

"Yeah, I assumed that I would be on the bottom." Sanji ordered his traitorous body to behave for now. Having that cocky tone boast about fucking him to the point of being crippled was doing shameful things to his lower region. "I meant are you going to hand me over as soon as I pass out? Or will I be expected to find my way back out as soon as you are done?"

"Why would I invite you here only to get off once? If I had wanted a quick release, I would have continued on to the brothel." Mihawk wouldn't inform the sweet blonde that he had did a bit of snooping before coming back to the room. The crew would be remaining for a few days before setting back out. It gave him time to decide what to do with his new interest. "You may leave in the morning or whenever you'd prefer. During your stay on the island, I will keep my door open for you."

"Really? What makes you think after tonight you'll want me to come back?" Sanji didn't think he'd be bad in bed despite having to take the bottom position. He knew enough to pay attention to what his lover enjoyed and he was selfless enough to go out of his way to please the one he was with. A smirk crept onto his face as he contemplated the option of returning. He knew he should be appalled that the man naturally assumed that HE would want to come back for more. "I think the better question would be what makes you think that I'll want to come back again? For all I know you could suck despite your reputation of being good with a sword or hell, maybe there is a reason you carry such a huge weapon. Some would say that you are compensating for something."

"Don't mock me or dare to issue a challenge you can't ever hope to back up." Mihawk felt his jaw twitch in annoyance at the mocking tone. The little shit had no idea what he was getting into. Why the hell did the idea of proving the blonde wrong make him harder than stone? To imply that he didn't have the needed equipment to get him off, it was an insult to his manhood, literally. He kept his anger in check as he brought his hands to the knot keeping his towel closed. "The only chance of you walking out of this room was just lost because of your mouth. Trust me, you're going to feel me."

Shit, double shit. Sanji's mouth went dry and he took a step back. There were no obvious emotions on the handsome face. Instinct told him it was all in the jerky movements of the fingers undoing the knot. The man had just decided to make it a point to prove him wrong. Fear slammed into his chest as the cloth slid down to the floor. This was a horrible idea, the man was going to kill him. That damn sword was in perfect unison to the man's normal weapon. The turgid length was rising until it was standing up like an extra limb. Sanji knew he'd been a fool not to take the man at his word. The thing had to be over twelve inches and thicker than his wrist. There was no way he'd be able to handle that. "I changed my mind."

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A/N: Please review if you made it this far, please! So I know I'm not wasting my time in continuing, you don't have to make it long or even boast about my skills or such, just let me know that you'd like me to continue with it. Takes but a few seconds, so please, for me!