When Sanji awoke, he was alone in the cell. His stomach was still coated with what he assumed to be his own release, which he hissed lightly at in disgust. His neck was still sore, the collar around it beginning to weigh at him. He must've passed out, he realized, but still glanced around. What had happened to Zoro though?

Trying to move he was instantly aware of his restrictions. His wrists were still tie behind his back, his ankles chained with sea stone. So this owner of his wasn't as dim as he had hoped, sea stone was impossible for even him to break. His body shivered, reminding him of his bare skin exposed in the silence. It was unnerving and only assisted his concern of his boyfriend.

Well, at least he thought so. Though after going from a just budding relationship straight into slavery and being forced to fuck...well that made the circumstances a little different. Sanji would've been lying and betraying the water still lingering in his eyes if he said that hadn't hurt. Hell his back side still stung from that fucking toy or whatever they'd been raped with.

Time seemed to pass by slowly, Sanji only lost in his thoughts before the door opened again. His eye's widen as he watched a familiar face and body be shoved forward from darkness into the dimly lit cell. It was Zoro, still painstakingly nude with a few more bruises than Sanji could remember along his body. He stumbled forward and fell face first back onto the ground as the door slammed back shut, several locks echoing from the other side.

"Marimo!" Sanji yelled out, forcing himself to move closer, looking him over. "Oi! You okay?"

His voice was a bit raspy, no doubt from his earlier screaming. He swallowed nervously as his eye passed over Zoro's new wounds, an especially dark spot along his neck catching most of his interest. It had almost looked like something had been shoved into it. Was he even alive? Sanji was about to yell at him again when something calmed his soul. The brute took a huge breath, coming to life and rolling over to his back.

His eyes were still closed, his eyebrows furrowed. Sanji sighed. Dammit why had he even been worried, this was Zoro after all. But then he noticed something even more hopeful.

"They unlocked your hands?" He whispered softly.

Why would they do that? He could've sworn they weren't retards. Maybe he had jumped to conclusions to fast..

Zoro's dark eyes opened then and he stared at the ceiling a moment before his face turned to look at Sanji. It made Sanji freeze. It wasn't any type of stare, it was something he recognized. It was the glare best accompanied by a bandana, a stare full of desire and determination. It confused the blonde. Why was Zoro looking at him like that? Surely it wasn't something after the result of earlier..

Zoro pulled himself up silently and began crawling towards Sanji, who began scooting back towards the wall to get further away. It didn't matter though. In mere seconds Zoro was there, hovering over top of the cook, his eyes staring at him like he was a delicious treat.

"Zoro what the hell-"

Sanji was cut off as Zoro's hands roughly pushed him against the wall again, jerking his head to hit it. He winced, distracted just a moment before he felt it. Those rough calloused hands on him, down between his groin. Sanji's eyes widen as his eyes jumped to Zoro's face. He was closer now and his lips and teeth clashed against Sanji's.

The swordsman forced Sanji down, his fingers taking quite a tighter hold on Sanji. The cook let out a muffled cry into the swordsman's mouth, unable to pull himself away, his arms pinned behind him painfully. Sanji's body ignored his inner pleas to resist Zoro's touch. This wasn't Zoro, it could have been Zoro's body but this person wasn't Zoro.

His feet still not pinned by Zoro, though chained, he was able to bring them forward, combining their strength to kick the Marimo off of him and across the room. Sanji gasped for air, saliva gathered at his lips. His first instinct was to try and wipe it off on his shoulder, but it proved useless as he stared the Marimo down. He seemed so zombie like.

Zoro just rose again, his eyes burning into Sanji. Damn that swordsman's spirit to get what he wants, be it fucking nuts or not. They'd done something to Zoro, Sanji decided, when he was gone. There was certainly no other way. A man who had confided to him right after their capture they'd get out, would not be taking advantage of a situation like this. Nor would he have found it exciting, as this Zoro's erection did.

Sanji adjusted his legs, watching Zoro down. If he came back he'd kick him again, he'd kick his skull until he could realize what he was doing. Zoro's gaze moved down, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he spotted the half hard erection between Sanji's legs. It made Sanji flush. It hadn't been because he wanted it.

The swordsman lunged forward, grabbing the Cook's leg, surprising him. Sanji tried to kick him off, but the length of the chains locking them failed him and only provided Zoro with a better hold. His mind shouting to get away Sanji tucked his shoulder, trying to roll out of Zoro's grasp but instead it proved his biggest mistake. He was a fish on a hook, he'd lost when Zoro had a hold of his chains.

Zoro yawnked Sanji back to him, eyeing the blondes back and arms as they were presented to him in Sanji's failed attempt to flee. He reached out a took a handful of blonde hair, pulling back Sanji's head by the roots, causing him to let out a short yell, his wrists pressing against their restraints. Zoro moved to lean over the blondes back, licking behind his shoulder and making Sanji shiver as his eye tried to look back at him. He could hear that deep chuckle at his ear and he closed his eyes, bracing himself.

"The fuck! Stop! This isn't you!" Growled Sanji, his body trembling under that grasp.

Still holding Sanji's head by his hair, Zoro chuckled again before giving himself an encouraging stroke, his eyes seeming to roll at the sensation before he looked down at Sanji's open and inviting entrance. His free hand moved to Sanji's hip, his fingernails driving into his fair skin while the swordsman angled himself. Then, in one move, He slammed himself inside. Sanji's body tensed in response, a scream ripping from his mouth at the raw feeling at his already sore backside.

"No! St-" Sanji let out another painful yell as Zoro began to move, driving his fingers painfully into Sanji's hips.

The Marimo grunted, releasing his pull on Sanji's hair, pushing himself in deeper, roughly. His own eyes were narrow because of the raw feeling, but it beckoned him, pleased his senses to the core. It encouraged him to keep moving himself inside. Sanji's forehead fell to the ground as Zoro plowed into him. Tears were already steaming from his eyes at the pain, his body in a state of confusion of what it liked and didn't, his own member daring to rise to the occasion.

He braced enough of the pain to send signals to his legs, to move, to do anything, to buck Zoro off of him but his eyes widened, a familiar shock jabbing into his neck from his collar. He screamed out in pain and the Marimo behind him laughed, actually laughed at his misfortune. Sanji's breath quickened as his face met with the floor again. So this was his doing, their masters. He was behind this rape and he wasn't going to let him fight back. What could Sanji do now?

It didn't seem to matter though. The overwhelming feelings alone from Zoro moving inside him were blinding. Blood trickled at his entrance, over Zoro and down his thigh. Sanji couldn't help the degrading whimper at his lips. Zoro noticed this also, but his smile never faded. He came to a slight pause in his work, leaning back over Sanji, his body heat radiating on his back.

One of his hands released the cushion of Sanji's hip and edged its way forward, fingers offered infront of Sanji's face. Sanji's blue eye stared at it in disgust.

"You can make it easier..." The Marimo had the nerve to suggest.

Sanji knew he'd regret what he'd do, but he couldn't help it. He latched onto Zoro's fingers with his teeth bared. Zoro let out an irritated hiss as he grabbed his hand back, fingers beginning to bleed. He narrowed his eyes and now, faster and harder than before, he went back to pushing himself into Sanji, flesh meeting flesh. The blood providing a little more ease.

Zoro's fingers, now laced with blood from their bite marks, found themselves infront of Sanji. They wrapped roughly around his member. It was the worst, considering it happened nearly the same moment Zoro seemed to find Sanji's sweet spot, his prostate.

Sanji's face moved slowly against the cold floor as he yelled out against his will. Everything was wrong. Even as he felt the tickle of blood on his thighs and the blood at Zoro's fingertips as they held him, even after his release and Zoro's release, there was no pleasure. It was pure agony for the cook. His lips had even began to bleed from his teeth scraping over them, his attempts at muffling his screams ignored.

He'd only had the feeling of hope deminished when Zoro had stopped, having came his first time. There was a moment of silence, where Sanji just prayed it would be over, only to find his prayers unanswered. The Marimo, with some abnormal amount of strength was ready for more and he would have it no matter what, shoving himself back inside.

Sanji wanted to die, he was so humiliated, knowing that he was absolutely powerless to resist. He almost could've sworn his neck was bleeding, either from the inside or outside depending, from the screams and electric shocks. Even if he knew this wasn't Zoro, it was the doing of their sadistic owner, he couldn't help but be angry. Finally though, again it all proved to much for the blonde and Sanji blacked out. Whether it was a physical black out, Sanji wasn't sure, or perhaps his mind was granting him the favor of escaping.

When Zoro's mind finally cleared, his neck was throbbing. The damn bastards working for the head honcho had the nerve to strike him with something right in the jugular. His eye's opened, a feeling of exhaustion running over him. It was met with pure panic when he noticed what surrounded him.

He was back in his cell, where blood, mostly dry now, was scattered along the floor. Before him was Sanji, laying face down on the floor. He was resting on his chin, his lips stained with blood, as his single eye stared thoughtlessly at Zoro. Zoro's eyes trailed down the cook's body, mortified, spying the blood that lingered on the back of his legs and his backside.

His heart failed when he dared move his hands and find that they weren't restrained. In fact, as he moved them infront of him for a better look he saw the blood on his fingers from some sort of cut. Then below his hand, as himself Zoro wanted to cringe. His groin was filthy with dry blood. It didn't take him long to realize what had been done and he looked pleadingly back up at the cook for answers.

"Sanji...?" He breathed in his confusion.