AN: Just so you guys know. This chap has been edited to hold revised content. If you want to read the full version, just visit my homepage or go to AdultFanFiction. Both have the original story there. I'd love it if you still left me a review here if you've been reading it, but I understand if you don't. I'll just have to cry more.

Chapter 2

They had barely gotten into the room when Sanji slammed Zoro against the closed door and attacked his mouth with vigor. All his senses had been lost. He only felt the fire that had grown deep within him. No woman had ever made him feel like this. It was exciting and new and frightening and he loved every minute of it. This was what his life was missing.

Their lips, tongues and teeth met in a fierce battle for dominance. Sanji tore at Zoro's shirt, trying to reach skin. Finally prying the offending material out of the tight jeans, he flattened his hands across washboard abs and slid them up to the chiseled chest. It was a very different sensation. Women were soft and supple, their breast malleable. They were narrower, smaller boned, and not nearly as strong as this. Sanji felt Zoro's muscles twitch as he ran rough hands over bare skin. His thumb traced along the wide scar that started at the collarbone and made its way down diagonally to the waist, then back again. All the while, the cook was invading the man's mouth. Sanji had never felt this alive.

Zoro released control to the blonde. He didn't want this new feeling to end. This stranger had awakened a beast that had been hiding within the sun-kissed muscular shell of his body. When Sanji ripped his shirt out of his pants, he felt a slight twinge of uncertainty. Then the calloused hands began to move and all was lost to pleasure. The feather light touches across his scar sent shivers down his spine. He wove his fingers back into the soft strands of hair and forced their mouths apart. Quickly, their positions were reversed and Zoro had his prey pinned to the door. He needed to regain the upper hand on the situation before he lost himself completely. Tilting the blonde's head he placed his lips on the top of Sanji's ear and traced the shell with his tongue. He left off by pulling the lobe gently between his teeth, causing the cook to take in a sharp hiss of breath. Zoro continued down the slender neck, sucking and nibbling.

He began to work at the suit jacket with haste. He needed to have his hands on this body just like they were on him. Large buttons were undone quickly, and the jacket thrown aside to a forgotten corner. The small buttons of the dress shirt proved to be more difficult. Frustrated, Zoro grabbed each side and ripped the shirt open, sending buttons scattering everywhere. He received a sharp blow to the head. Where it came from he had no idea. The cook's hands were currently resting on his chest.

"Watch it, asshole. I really liked this shirt." Sanji growled up at him.

Zoro smirked at the upset man. "Then you might want to help with the belt if you don't want to lose the pants too."

Sanji's eyes widened for a brief second before narrowing. He shoved the amused man back a few steps, toed off his polished shoes and slowly began to unbuckle the fastenings of the black slacks. He heard the thud of Zoro's boots as they were kicked off to the side. The sound of a zipper being released caused him to glance in that direction. Zoro's shirt was no where to be seen. The guard's pants were currently being pulled off well tanned legs. His muscular visage was silhouetted perfectly by the moonlight streaming in from the balcony. Sanji felt slightly intimidated by the larger man's physique. When it came to muscles, he was definitely lacking. He knew he had a trim, lean body, though because he practiced Savate. This was a fact that few people in his current life knew. It did give him the advantage of being very flexible, something he thought he might be putting to use here shortly.

Zoro pushed down his jeans to reveal dark green boxer briefs which outlined his well toned ass, and left no doubt to his current state of arousal. He flashed an annoyed look at the half dressed cook as he tossed his jeans out of the way, and advanced forward. Sanji was shaken out of his stupor when rough hands slid around his waist pulled him against a hard body. He had little time to register the lust in Zoro's eyes before he his mouth was pried open with the force of the other's tongue. Sanji went weak in the knees. This man's kisses were like liquid desire that made its way into every pore of his body and fueled the flame within. He grabbed the barely clad hips and rocked against Zoro relishing in the feel of the well endowed erection against his. He thought he would explode on the spot when Zoro pulled down his zipper and slid a hand into his boxers. The pants fell in a pool around his ankles.

"Kami, yesssss." Sanji threw his head back and groaned. Zoro's lips were trailing down his throat. Something in the back of his mind told him there would be numerous marks he would have to try to cover tomorrow. The stirring sensation in his loins made him not care. The dress shirt that had been hanging open on his shoulders slipped off and trapped his arms from their full range of motion. He had yet to unbutton the cuffs, so the troublesome garment was proving difficult to remove. Sanji grabbed onto Zoro's upper arms to keep from falling to the floor.

They stumbled across the room, the blonde stepping out of his slacks in the process. Zoro was in agony. He slid his other hand into the boxers and pushed them off of the slim hips. He lifted the cook by his ass. Sanji immediately wrapped his long legs around the guard's middle.

Sanji pushed down and rotated his hips. He felt rather than heard the pleasured growl. When Zoro dropped him in the middle of the bed, he began to claw at the sleeves of his shirt. He needed that damn thing off now. He wanted to have his hands on the tanned skin, rubbing and touching.

With a growl of his own, Sanji gave another strong yank at the fabric. He scowled at the amused look on Zoro's face as he tossed the ruined shirt to the floor. Sanji's hands slid to the green haired man's waistline and began to edge down the tight fabric. Getting the idea, Zoro took a hold of the green fabric and pealed it from his body. Each took the time to admire the other.

Zoro stood in the moonlight, a light sheen of sweat covered his almost evenly tanned body and it made Sanji wonder if the man walked around naked in the sun during the summer. The thought made a lecherous smile appear on his lips. Zoro quirked his brow at the unexpected expression. He looked down at Sanji with hungry eyes. The blonde was truly a sight to behold.

Sanji had been with enough women to have a general idea of what was going to happen. The feelings this man had brought out in him were like nothing he had ever experienced before. He felt wanton, yet wanted. More wanted than he had ever felt before. Sanji didn't want this to end. He needed this man to attack him. He needed to be pinned down and dominated. He would probably throw this Marimo out of the room if he dared to be gentle.

Sanji reached out to Zoro. Before he could touch him, his hands were jerked above his head and secured beneath a firm grip. His mouth, jaw and neck were attacked with vigor. The licks and nips on his neck turned rough. A slight color rushed to his cheeks as he realized just how loud he was moaning at the actions. His hips lifted off the bed, trying to close the distance between their bodies and gain more friction. Each time he raised, his goal backed away. He grunted in annoyance, and began fighting the hold on his wrists.

Unaware of the struggle, Zoro continued his torture. For once, he knew he didn't have to hold back his aggression. He went after the lithe body below him with a vengeance. He nipped, bit, sucked and squeezed to the full extent of his desire. The erotic moaning he earned sent waves of excitement across his heated skin. The blonde's hips bucked again and this time gained contact. Zoro lifted his head from the abused pale skin with a gasp. Their eyes met and the lust and desire was mirrored in the other.

It finally clicked what was about to happen. Sanji wove his fingers into the short locks. Though they were wet with sweat, they were soft to the touch. The pressure was odd, but not painful anymore.

"Holy, shit! Kami. Do that again." Whatever Marimo, so named because he had now forgotten the guy's name, had just hit sent jolts of pleasure over his entire body. He never knew a pleasure spot was located there. Now that he did, he would certainly file it away for future use.

Zoro froze at the blonde's shout. Worried he had done something wrong, he started to remove his hands. The hoarse plea encouraged him to double his efforts.

"Can't take much more." Sanji panted. He could feel the pressure building up.

Zoro fumbled for the bottle of lotion and poured a generous amount onto his palm. He'd be lucky to last very long at all. With a final nip to the swollen rose colored lips, he leaned back and lifted those long legs he was growing to love, over his shoulders.

"Fuck, you're tight. Mmmm so good." Zoro prided himself in his control of his body, but this minx was testing him at every corner.

Sanji tried to relax like he knew he should. He should have known it would hurt some. When Zoro began to place light kisses on his temple, he grew angry. He didn't want sweetness he wanted the rough and tough badass he met in the bar.

"Baka ero-cook." Zoro hissed. He too had forgotten his lover's name.

"Fuck you Marimo. Just shut-up and move already. I'm not going to break."

"As you wish princess."

Sanji's eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a lustful moan. Zoro took it as his cue to continue and began to aim for that spot as much as possible. The feeling was as close to perfect as he had ever experienced. A very tight ass, long lean legs, soft blonde hair, and a mouth that was perfect for kissing as well as cursing. The cook let out a string of expletives as Zoro increased his pace.

"Fuck. Me. Harder. Damn it." Sanji bucked his hips to meet the man's down thrust. Both let out loud moans of pleasure. Zoro shifted up higher on his knees and pushed Sanji's legs to his chest. He marveled at the ease in which he was able to get the man into that position. "YES!!"

Sanji could feel his release building. Normally, at this point in his past trysts, he would picture the most beautiful woman he could imagine. It helped him find his completion. Tonight, he had only to stare into dark eyes filled with desire to be sent over the edge. Sanji cried out and dug his hands into the broad shoulders above him. He leaned forward and bit down on the juncture between neck and shoulder, effectively marking the man as his.

When the cook cried out, Zoro could have sworn he heard his name. He looked down at his lover only to smile. The cook had already passed out and was snoring lightly. Zoro barely was able to roll himself off of the smaller man before collapsing onto the bed beside him. He had drunk quite a bit tonight, at least enough to impede his judgment. The blonde drank quite a bit more than he had. It would be a miracle if he could function before noon. His last thought before sleep overtook him was to wonder if either would remember this night clearly.