Win You on a Bet

Summary: Zoro makes a bet with Usopp that he can seduce any man or woman. Then a certain foul-mouthed chef walks into the bar and poses a challenge.

In the meantime Law attempts to escape his shady past and Luffy can't stop himself from being his curious self. (Modern AU, Zosan and LawLuffy)


Chapter 2: We Need to Talk

Sanji Vinsmoke couldn't sleep. He was exhausted after the long shift but the thought of a certain green haired arrogant bastard could not leave his mind and let him get some much needed rest.

He was sitting on his couch, savoring the taste of nicotine as he took a drag from his prized cigarette. He closed his eyes in a moment of bliss, doing nothing but enjoying the quiet moment of the night. The images of satisfied customers and beautiful ladies ran through his mind before he saw a flash of green and a certain frowning bartender.

Sanji's eyes flew open, trying to banish the image of the damn marimo.

Who the hell did that man think he was? He hadn't met anyone who was remotely close to being as arrogant and rude as that damn bartender.

"Fucking idiot," Sanji mumbled to no one in particular, words clashing against the sleepy silence of his new apartment.

Why was this Zoro guy so self-assured in the first place? Now granted, he was muscular and appeared to be a guy who could put up one hell of a fight if provoked (or even if not) but still was that a reason to be asshole number one in the world?

Maybe he wasn't bad looking per ce and maybe sure, some girls would probably find him attractive if they were into the whole "tall, dark and handsome" plus incredibly fit kinda deal but still…He wasn't that good looking, not to mention a little bit of styling wouldn't hurt him.

Sanji pushed the butt of his cigarette against the ash tray, perhaps with a little more force than needed. He got up and headed towards the bed, leisurely undressing himself in the process. He gingerly unbuttoned his now crumpled white shirt and slid off his pants, letting the silky fabric pool by his ankles before carefully picking it up.

The chef took a peek of himself in the mirror, exploring the canvas of his own pale body. Now granted, he wasn't even half as muscular as the cocky bartender and maybe he was a little too pale but he still looked good.

Sanji ran a tired hand through his dirty blonde locks before glaring at his impossible to tame eyebrows.

"Curly-brow," he muttered under his breath, recalling the childish nick name the marimo bastard had given him, "I'll give you some curly brow, you cocky piece of shit."

Swearing made him relax a bit, soothing his bruised ego. After all, it wasn't often that someone challenged him like this, much less offended him about looks of all things. Though he would never admit it out loud he was vainer than most girls, meticulous about his personal hygiene and good looks.

Speaking of which, Sanji quickly brushed his teeth before applying some night cream to his face and heading bed. He stifled a yawn, the exhaustion from a hectic day at the "Tout Bleu" finally washing over him like a wave.

He threw the navy covers of his bed over himself before snuggling to get some sleep.

It wasn't the pretty ladies or the elated customers giving him sincere compliments about his delicious dishes that he thought about before falling asleep.

No, it was the damn green-haired, ridiculously muscular arrogant idiot and the damn smirk playing over his lips that flashed through his brain.

xxx

Sanji spent the day preparing delicious food and waiting tables, trying to push aside any thoughts about self-assured green haired bastards and simply focus on the lovely ladies that entered his restaurant.

Speaking of lovely ladies, a certain noirette caught his attention and he took a glance of his own reflection in one of the silver trays before heading to her table. Sanji wasn't a waiter, he was the chief cook but he still enjoyed the lazy chats with customers who gushed over the food and assured him it was the best French cuisine they ever tasted.

Maybe he was a bit narcissistic but then again weren't all people these days?

"How may I help you miss?" he asked smoothly as he turned to the lovely woman that stood before him.

Nico Robin, as he later found out was indeed a stunning woman.

She was very tall and in great shape, slim but still having ample curves that immediately caught Sanji's attention and made his heart race. Her skin was a deep dark ten colour, starkly contrasting against her intense blue eyes. Her hair was pitch black and short, reaching her shoulders and styled in a simple, straight fashion that only brought attention to her gracious facial features.

"Hm, could you recommend me some dish?" the woman asked smoothly, words tweaked by a slight accent that Sanji immediately recognized as Italian.

Indeed, she looked like a girl who just walked out of a scene of a noir Italian movie, beautiful and mysterious and full of class. Sanji felt his heart swoon at the very thought of getting to know her until his eyes travelled down to her hands and he saw a ring glisten against her smooth tan skin. Then he knew Nico Robin was out of the game.

"Well, I could recommend a certain Sole Meunière and some Bugnes Lyonnaises for dessert ," he responded, his own voice gentle and soft, trained to please the needs and whims of the various customers that entered his restaurant and especially the female portion of them.

"Then, that will be my order." Nico concluded, offering him a calculated smile of her own that was full of some long forgotten sense of aristocracy.

Sanji silently contemplated how whoever this woman's husband was, he one very fortunate guy before he headed for the kitchen to put his best efforts in preparing the meal.

xxx

Merely a few minutes later he no longer had to wonder who was the bastard that had the fortune of marrying her. Sanji heard loud, booming laughter that contrasted sharply against the exquisite, put together atmosphere that Tout Blue stood for.

He peeked from the kitchen door only to see an obscenely tall and muscular man with ridiculously blue hair standing next to Robin and holding her delicate tan hand in his own, large one.

Sanji raised an eyebrow, so this had to be her fiancé. He heard the beautiful woman refer to him as Franky and wondered where he'd heard that name before, concluding in the end that it was a rather popular American name so it probably wasn't anything special.

"What would you like to order, sir?" he asked with a trained smile when he headed to their table and turned to Franky.

His eyes widened in shock once he noticed that the stranger was wearing what looked an awful lot like Hawaiian shorts of all things. Sanji opened his mouth to say something and quite possibly kick the other out as this went strictly against his idea of dress code but then he noticed Robin's calculating blue gaze and promptly closed his mouth, forcing a tiny smile in return.

"I would like a bottle of coke and some French fries!" Franky's voice boomed trough the restaurant, followed by a curt, heartfelt laugh.

Sanji only nodded, not bothering to write down the order as it was too simple to forget. He had to wonder who on Earth thought of ordering a cola and fries of all things in an expensive restaurant that could offer all the beauty of the French cuisine.

"With some extra ketchup on the fries!" Franky's voice followed him as he headed for the kitchen and Sanji merely shook his head, muttering a low "Americans" under his breath.

xxx

Vinsmoke wasn't entirely sure just as to how it happened but merely half an hour later he felt as if he'd known the blue haired man and his stunning fiancé all his life.

Franky was easy to understand, an enthusiastic smile playing over his lips all the times. He had that famous American charm about him that embodied the liveliness the New World was associated with in old European books Sanji had grown up reading.

Robin was a different thing all together, intelligent, everything about her spoke of some long forgotten aristocracy and class. Her exquisite beauty was almost like a continuation of her sharp mind and black sense of humor.

"You should really stop by Puzzles," Franky offered and without even realizing what he was doing Sanji found himself nodding.

Just like that they were apparently "bros" and best friends despite knowing each other for less than an hour.

Franky cried and enthusiastic "Ay!" while clapping his large, muscular hands above his head and the action was accompanied by a soft, gracious chuckle escaping Robin's lips, stained in burgundy lipstick.

Sanji found himself smiling and although he wouldn't admit it, he already regarded the two as friends.

Then just as he was having a perfectly fine noon a tuff of green flashed before his eyes and he noticed the arrogant bastard, Zoro, leaning at the counter in the bar opposite his restaurant, flirting with some poor, innocent girl.

"I'm sure you and Zoro will get well enough," Robin said as a thoughtful smirk played over her lips and Sanji couldn't help but force a smile in return even is his mind was screaming, "Oh, no we won't."

xxx

Zoro merely rolled his eyes in exasperation upon hearing about the "amazing chef" and his "sophisticated dishes" for what was perhaps the thousand time that day (and it was merely the early afternoon).

Franky was currently writing a song about the damn dessert the ero-cook had prepared and Zoro couldn't help but scoff at him, seeing it as a little bit of a stretch (by like a few hundred miles).

Still he couldn't stop thinking about the damn chef, especially when his restaurant was on the street opposite him and every time Zoro glanced through the window, he'd see Tout Blue written in the damn pretentious crimson letters.

Zoro recalled the damn bet from last night and cringed at the thought.

He couldn't lose a bet to Usopp about sex of all things!

Just as to how on Earth would he get into the damn bastard's fancy pants?

xxx

The evening was more hectic than the past one, especially when a loud group of policemen crashed by. Zoro's steel grey eye searched for the familiar name tag Tashigi as his mind went back to the night of mindless fun they'd shared.

In the end it turned out Franky had invited the whole gang and soon enough the bar was a cacophony of lazy chats, booming laughter and even a few duets, credited to Usopp and Franky.

Robin was telling everyone about her trip to Italy as Nami interrogated her about the prices of clothes and whether fashion there was better or that was just another myth about Europe.

Luffy was currently explaining something vividly to Ace, in between complaining about being hungry and musing over Sanji's cooking skills as small drops of saliva trickled down his chin.

Zoro rolled his eyes every time he heard the damn cook's name. How on Earth could food, of all things be that special? He was more than fine eating greasy burgers, accompanied by sushi from time to time of simple fried eggs (which most of the time he managed to prepare himself even if Luffy and Ace insisted they were "hardly eatable").

Just as he was pondering over whether or not he could try some more complicated dish (so he could mentally rub it ero cook's pretentious face) the door creaked open and he saw the familiar flash of dirty blonde hair.

"SANJIII!" Luffy cried out, not bothering to lower his voice, as most of the regular customers were used to him at this point.

"I swear I will lock that kid down some day for disturbing social order." Smoker, the captain of the nearest police station grunted under his breath for which he earned himself a playful look from Ace, as if indicating, "I would like to see that happened."

Sanji strolled into the bar, cigarette smugly placed between pale lips as he took lazy puffs and blew the air as if he was some sort of celebrity and they were mere fans. Zoro gripped the bottom of the glass he was currently drying, he could sweat the other had some sort of special talent of pissing him off.

"Bon nuit," Sanji greeted and Zoro didn't bother suppressing a snicker.

"That means good night," the chef grumbled and he didn't have to think twice about whom the explanation was meant for.

"And in other news the sky is blue," Nami snorted as she was fluent in French, much like Robin. The historian offered a light chuckle while Sanji's eyes went wide in an almost comic relief manner when they fell over the ginger.

"I only meant to translate for brutes like the men here, not for you, my lovely ladies," Sanji explained as thick crimson spots covered his normally pale cheeks.

Zoro snorted at his ridiculous way of speaking with women as he never understood the whole deal with genders and believing people should be treated according to them. He treated everyone the same way, with small exceptions such as Luffy and Perona, whom despite realizing they were idiots, he was willing to give his life for. And them being male and female had nothing to do with it.

"I'm Sanji Vinsmoke," the chef introduced himself as he stretched out a hand in Nami's direction but was only met with a snicker.

"And I'm taken." She shot back with a knowing smirk, effectively causing the blonde to back away, his good mood gone.

"Of course such a beautiful flower would be part of a bouquet already," Sanji mumbled under his breath, effectively making the entire room laugh at his strange way of expression.

"You're so weird, Sanji," Luffy remarked once he was done laughing.

The blonde was about to protest but just then he was interrupted by the shorter man adding:

"I like that about you."

Zoro knew Luffy was being sincere, the noirette was incapable of lying after all. The fact that he liked Sanji (which probably had a lot to do with his cooking), somehow made him relax a little as his best friend had a way of knowing people.

"I brought you some leftovers from the restaurant," Sanji pointed out, raising a handful of begs before placing them on the table, being met with a cacophony of approval.

"Sweet!" Luffy shouted as he charged towards the box of food that read Luffy, written in subtle black letters.

The chef skillfully unwrapped most of the food he'd brought and started handing it over the group. Robin and Nami were given the best which only caused Zoro to roll his eyes. Franky and Usopp accepted full plates as well, all the while Ace and Luffy were already calling dibs on the seconds.

Zoro took a studying look at Sanji. The blonde's thin lips were stretched into a small smile of appreciation as he looked at everyone enjoying the meal and his cigarette was, for once, tossed aside. His hair appeared to be messier today, swaying over half of his face and hiding his right eye. The swordsman saw the familiar tiredness in Sanji's one visible pale blue eye but he noticed something else, a peculiar mix of care for the others and tiny flecks of gratitude.

It was strange and it made Zoro wonder what had caused this emotions since while he knew the gang were all great people, the Frenchman had no idea of knowing that since he'd just met them.

"Oi, marimo, would you like some?" he heard the familiar pretentious voice before turning around to see a plate full of chicken meat and what he could only guess was blue cheese.

Sanji was back to smoking and the look of appreciation was gone, replaced by indignation and badly hidden animosity.

While it was true that Zoro was starving, one thing that meant more to him than food was his pride. So, naturally, he offered the other a scoff and returned to drying the glasses.

"What the hell, you prick?" the chef called after him and Zoro didn't have to turn around and look at him to imagine the look of anger, mixed with embarrassment written over his features.

"First time someone says no to you?" Zoro smirked, raising a devious eyebrow. He would teach the damn pretentious cook a lesson, one way or another.

xxx

Half an hour later it seemed as if Sanji had always been part of the group. Zoro attributed it mostly to Luffy's unique talent of making anyone feel at home with them, within minutes.

He, on the other hand, did not want the bar to become Sanji's new second home, just as he did not want the other to be part of the group.

"You seem to be forgetting something." he heard the familiar teasing voice and spun around to face Usopp leaning over the counter with a sly smirk tugging his full lips.

"The bet."

Zoro cringed at his words, he had forced himself to forget about it, even when at various times during the day he'd remembered about the damn bet that he shouldn't have taken. He should have known Usopp would somehow come up with a way of twisting things and making him regret it.

"I don't care about the stupid bet," he argued, in vain hope that perhaps his friend would have mercy on him and let it go.

Naturally, Usopp didn't do that cause that wouldn't make for a good story, would it?

"So you're giving up?" the DJ challenged as he leaned in even closer, raising a devious black eyebrow in his direction.

Zoro gritted his teeth, he didn't like where this was going.

"I never said that."

"Well, that what you mean, don't you?" Usopp challenged, effectively playing with pride like clay in his hands, "I never realized the man who dreams of becoming the greatest swordsman in the world would give up so easy, you know?"

Roronoa almost broke the glass he was holding at the words.

"But then again, you learn new things every day," Usopp pressed on, while he still glanced to the table and Luffy from time to time, making sure they'd be there to protect him just in case Zoro snapped.

"So, yeah I guess, I win the bet." He concluded, hoping that would be it, the winning card against the other.

Usopp watched as the swordsman's jaw clenched tight and gripped the counter so hard that his knuckles became white with the effort.

One thing Zoro hated most in the world was losing.

"I never said that," came the gruff, almost threatening and animalistic response, "I will win the damn bet."

Zoro spun around to meet Usopp before adding, "Just you wait and see, I swear when I'm done that damn pretentious ero-cook he'll be begging me for more."

With that Roronoa headed towards one of the tables, throwing Sanji a calculating look in the process.

"Well, no need to be so graphic." Usopp mumbled under his breath, briefly wondering if he was even remotely morally right to be doing this.

xxx

Zoro's eyes immediately flew towards the door the moment he heard the familiar sound of high heels clicking against the hard floor.

Tashigi wasn't any good at walking in high heels as she was used to chasing criminals in military boots. She almost stumbled a few times, muttering apologies when she bumped into an older man's chair.

Roronoa smirked before coincidentally (not at all) heading her way, empty tray in hand. As expected she slammed into him, offering a quick stream of apologies when her glasses were knocked off and she didn't realize who he was for a second.

"No need to say sorry to me," Zoro pointed out in his husky voice and he could see her cheeks redden as countless flashback of the night of pleasure they'd spent together undoubtedly went through her mind.

"Zoro, my colleagues are here," Tashigi critiqued but he merely scoffed at her words, "Hell, my superior is here."

"Oh, I know Smoker's here. I bet he'd actually enjoy seeing us together, that old perv looks like he's into that kind of stuff."

Tashigi slapped him over the shoulder for his distasteful remark while he rewarded her with a throaty laugh.

"You know it's true, I've seen how he looks at you."

As if to prove his point Zoro turned in Smoker's direction, only to meet the older man's steel gray eyes locked on his, lips locked into a frown as he fished for another cigar.

"I bet he hates me for fucking you just right." Zoro whispered in his ear and the noirette let out a small yelp of embarrassment before heading towards the table where the rest of the police task awaited her.

Roronoa merely smirked under his breath, feeling the familiar twitch in his pants when he thought about Tashigi and the things they'd together.

(For someone who hated the authority and a policewoman they worked surprisingly well in the bedroom).

Zoro's good mood was ruined, however, when he remembered about Usopp's damn bet and the arrogant blonde he'd had to somehow seduce if he wanted to preserve his dignity.

xxx

Sanji couldn't help but stare at the exchange between the marimo and what looked like a gorgeous policewoman who admittedly had some trouble walking in high heels.

He felt the familiar spark of jealousy which soon transformed into a full-fledged fire storm. For whatever reason he absolutely loathed the obvious flirt between Zoro and the girl yet at the same time couldn't tear his eyes away from them.

Tashigi was gorgeous, her fit form only accentuated by the policy uniform which clung in all the right places to her athletic body.

Still, it was Zoro that Sanji stared at and he briefly wondered why before pushing those thoughts away, locking them in a box and throwing the key away.

The damn green haired bastard was tall and muscular, his skin a stunning tan colour, marred by a few scars which only made him all the more attractive. When he flashed Tashigi a smug smile his teeth were obscenely white and Sanji reminiscended how it was no wonder the girl was obviously fucking him.

Who wouldn't?" Sanji thought before shaking his head and attributing those thoughts to the one too many glasses of crappy wine he'd had.

"Jealous much?" he heard Nami's teasing voice before spinning around in a vain attempt to make it look as if he was not just staring like some sort of creep.

"Of course," he all but stuttered, "I mean the girl is gorgeous, why would she ever be with a log like this marimo guy?"

Nami raised a skeptical eyebrow before flashing him a playful smile but said nothing for a few moments that seemed to stretch to eternity.

"You have to admit he has some charm," the ginger mused as her eyes fell over Zoro's fit body, "Otherwise he wouldn't be getting all this sex."

"I swear Zoro's like one fuck away from setting some sort of record." Franky added from across the table, apparently having heard their conversation.

The entire group nodded at his words, even Robin seemed to be aware of Zoro's apparently incredibly high sex count.

Sanji blushed at the words, he wasn't used to people being so blunt about sex.

He knew of the stereotype about Frenchmen being practically sex addicts and he knew some Americans would probably see him as confirmation of it but they couldn't have been further away from the truth.

Sanji, for all his talk and flirts and despite his dirty mouth, was a virgin.

No one aside from his best friend knew and he'd like to keep it this way, mostly because he was familiar with the stigma that being a male virgin carried.

"I'm gonna go take a smoke," he excused himself, unable to continue listening about Zoro's apparently endless list of conquests, male and female alike.

(What made it even worse was that some of them were in the bar that night).

xxx

When he exited the bar he quickly dug through his pockets and fished a cigarette, lighting it and placing it between his lips out of habit. Smoking was soothing and reassuring and it made him feel at home.

He rather liked the people he'd met so far, even if they were a little strange (who on Earth ate that much meat? Or lied all the time? And who in their right mind sang songs about "nakama" an hour after they meet you? It was all a mystery to him but it was one that he'd like to solve).

Sanji drew his phone out of his pocket and saw the familiar name Trafalgar Law flash before him, the white letters written over the screen contrasting sharply against the black of the night.

"We need to talk." Law, his best friend of four years, stated and Sanji knew this did not sound like the start of the average conversation, even with a man like the other.

And the other was no ordinary man.


Author's Note: Shoutout to: Guest, Guest, AkwardPanda89, Otakugirl41, Guest, Guest, KleinXDgirl, xry, Prissycatice - I want to thank you for the feedback it's much appreciated and I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far!

I know many people will think Sanji being a virgin is OC and I might get hate for it but I really wanted to explore this idea since usually it's Zoro that's written as a virgin.

It's just that I've never understood why Sanji's seen as the master of all things sex when throughout the series he's rejected by women time and time again. In fact I think it makes sense that Sanji might be a virgin since this would explain why he sees women as some sort of mystical creatures and not normal people. What are your thoughts?

Oh, and sorry Sanji and Zoro didn't do much together but don't worry the next chapter will compensate!
What do you think of the story so far? Did you enjoy Zoro unintentionally making Sanji somewhat jealous? And Law - he will stir things in a big way!
Please review and tell me what you thought of the chapter!